
Heather pressed her hands into the spinning clay and felt it
push back, the force flowing through her forearm and into
the side of her thigh where her arm was braced. She was
making a set of cups, and this one was shaping up to be
quite nice. Her state of flow was broken when her phone began
making chirping noises from inside her pocket.

"Shit." She said aloud. Then, realizing that she was speckled
with little dried droplets of clay, she decided that one was
not enough, "Shit. Shit. Shit." She turned off the wheel, hurriedly
soaked a cloth and threw it over her half finished piece in the
hopes of being able to finish it later, and started fumbling with
the strings of her apron.

She scrubbed most of the clay from her hands with a series of jerky
movements that set her substantial bust to jiggling in a way that
would have had her fans fascinated, then made for the stairs in
a mad dash which caused even more violent quakes in her bosom.
At the top of the stares she paused briefly to step out of her
crocks before running up another flight of stares to her large
bedroom.

Going into the master bath and looking at herself in the mirror,
Heather said, "I'm a mess." The truth was that Heather Chang absolutely
oozed sensuality, though perhaps a little less than she usually did.
The sweatshirt and sweatpants she wore were a little like a piece of
paper trying to cover a light bulb. They hid her body to some extent,
but her huge chest and ass still stretched the gray fabric to distortion.
The clay which speckled the skin of her face, arms and neck actually
looked good on her, in a wild sort of way. Most things looked good on
Heather.

In a hurried motion entirely unlike the sensual partial disrobing which
had helped pay for the house she was in, Heather ripped the sweatshirt
off to reveal an industrial looking sports bra underneath. Several inches
of lily white cleavage were showing at the top, and even in her rush
Heather had to pause and admire herself. "There she is." She said.
"Ok, enough. I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date!" she
said, hastily working her fingers under the bottom her her bra and
pulling it over her head. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she
let her 34NN bra fall to the ground. They held themselves up impressively
despite their size, though they sagged more than they had when she was 25
or 35 for that matter. A few of Heather's less savory fans had speculated that
her breasts were really saggy, which was why she never did any nude
shoots, but the truth was that she just didn't want or need to get topless
in front of a camera. Looking at the body in the mirror, Heather couldn't
help but feel pride. There weren't that many women of any age with a body
like hers, but she didn't know of any other 38 year old who looked even
half as hot as she did. Part of it was eating right and exercise, but
she also had her Asian genes to thank. Her grandmother was still going
strong at 95, and Heather's mother looked closer to 40 than the 64 she
really was.

Heather turned on the shower and started batting her hand against the
icy flow to feel when it had gotten warm enough for her. She showered
quickly then squeezed as much water from her thick black hair as she
could before reaching for the blow drier to finish the job. She went
out to the vanity in her room to put on a few deft touches of makeup
before going into her closet and running her hand down the line of
dresses hanging against the wall. She walked out with a green number
and a pair of strapy 2" wedges. She would have liked to wear some
of her higher heels, but her date tonight was only 5'11" and she
didn't want to be taller than him. Heather was pretty happy being
5'9", but it did mean she couldn't make full use of her extensive
shoe collection quite as often as she would have liked.

Any bra she wore would be visible due to the aggressive V of the
dress, so she just slid on a pair of panties and covered her
nipples with a couple of pasties.

Her breasts were perky enough to make the dress look ravishing, but
thinking there was nothing wrong with adding a little extra oomph,
Heather put on a strapless bustier which lifted and shaped her
bosom to form a dark crevasse between her lily white breasts.
Not for the first time, Heather was starting to turn herself on,
and she could feel her cork-like nipples stiffen against the
fabric of the bustier. They were not at full mast or she would
have seen dents in the thick fabric. The dress clung to her ass
and the tops of her thighs like a second skin, reluctantly parting
from her legs but still sheathing them in green as it went
further down. A single long slit up the left side displayed a
flash of pale leg every time she moved. It cupped the bounty
of her bosom eagerly, only making it a few inches past the
edge of the bustier before giving up its attempt to cover
Heather's overwhelming chest.

She bit her lip. Something was missing. She quickly ducked
into her closet and re-emerged wearing a pair of long green
gloves which stopped right where the neckline of her dress
did.

There was a new seductive sway to her hips as she walked from
her front door to the limo waiting outside. Heather knew she was
a B-list celebrity at best, but for 10 years running she had been raking
in the most cash at this charity gala for victims of the Rwandan
genocide by auctioning herself off as a date. After that horrible movie
Robot Knights where she had played a generic hot girl (ok generic
really really hot girl), this gala was probably what she was most
famous for. The tabloids all ran stories about who had managed to
scrape together enough dough to take her.

Jeremy Flynn was not the worst date Heather had had at this event.
She always prepared herself to deal graciously with a real slime ball,
but to her pleasant surprise, the New York financier was quite funny
and hadn't made any comments about her body except to say that she
looked absolutely gorgeous, which she did. She wouldn't have called him
handsome, but neither was he offensive to look at and there was definitely
something attractive in the confidence with which he carried himself.
Heather had only actually had one date who referred to her breasts
as hooters and asked if she wanted to to have a quickie on the way
there, but she liked to set low expectations so as to avoid getting
to annoyed. When she was younger, that sort of thing had gotten her
properly tilted, but these days she just found that sort of male behavior
funny (at least when she could be sure that she was physically safe).

After walking down the red carpet, they mingled with other
celebrities and their dates for half an hour or so. Heather was
quite proud of herself for smiling all the way through a conversation
with Courtney Slygh, an actress who Heather knew had called her a
"cam whore with delusions of grandeur" on more than one occasion.
Throwing her wine on the bitch would have been fun, but not at all
the sort of experience that Jeremy had paid for. She contented herself
with bringing up the possibility with Jeremy as they walked away.
He assured her that he would have covered her escape.

Eventually people started taking their seats, so Heather and Jeremy
made their way over towards their table. Heather's heart sped up when
she saw who was sitting there already. Cam Young's fiery hair and square
jawed all-American handsomeness stood out from the crowd like a beacon.
Of course it helped that the former submariner was built like a tank
and stood 6'8" in his stalking feet. When Heather was a girl and the
first blush of puberty was beginning to transform her body it had been
with the aid of a poster of Cam Young in his super-suit that she first
discovered her ability to orgasm. Her middle school years had been consumed
by a feverish celebrity crush, which had cooled only slightly over the
years, though these days she kept it pretty tightly under wraps.

She noticed that there was a young brunette sitting next to Cam, leaning
towards him with a look in her eyes that Heather thought captured pretty
much exactly what she herself was feeling. For his part, Cam looked
a little besieged. The part of Heather that wasn't a squealing school
girl who wanted to use every little trick she knew to steal Cam for herself
felt quite a bit of sympathy for the poor man. If anyone knew what it was
like to be at this gala with an over-eager date, it was Heather. She resolved
to rescue him from his plight, and if rescuing him meant that he got a
regular view down the top of her dress, well, Heather couldn't do anything
about their relative heights. She steered Jeremy over towards the table
and sat down next to Cam.

Cam Young felt something brush against the muscle of his left shoulder, and,
glad of the respite, turned to see what it was. His broad shoulders had a
tendency to force their way into the space to either side of him, and he was
leaning away from his date, Alice, as much as he could without tipping over.
The 19 year old had begun the night by propositioning him and continued her
aggressive pursuit for the hour since. Right now she was leaning up against
him telling something about how yoga had made her very, very flexible. It wasn't
that she wasn't pretty, but Cam was 95 years old, and to him she was a child.
Besides, her aggressiveness was off putting.

It turned out that it was the hip of a stunningly curvaceous Asian woman in a
green dress which had brushed against his shoulder. This was the first time
Cam had gone to the gala. His therapist had told him that he needed to spend
some time having fun instead of saving the world, and he had thought this
would be a good compromise position. It was turning out to be far less fun
than putting out a forest fire or tracking down a super villain. Because it
was his first time, Cam had never seen Heather receive the prize for biggest
earnings, so he only recognized her as the actress from Robot Knights. The
film had come out five years ago, but Cam remembered feeling electrified during
that scene where Heather shows up on a moterbike and takes off her heavy
leather riding jacket to reveal a tank top underneath. Now she was standing
right next to him, and the feeling came rushing back. Cam hadn't aged a day
since he had gotten his powers, and his 23 year old libido was every bit as
strong as it had always been. His briefs were made from the same material as
his super-suit and were strong enough to suspend an aircraft carrier, but they
stretched as blood began to flow into his 14" cock. It was like this woman
had reached inside of him and flipped a switch which turned him into an
animal. He felt the adrenal clarity of a fight, only there was nothing dangerous
around.

"Oh, pardon me." She said, drawing away, though not to far away.

Cam paused for perhaps a moment too long before saying, "Oh, don't worry
about it. I, ahh, I take up more than my fair share of space." He smiled,
"I'm Cam Young by the way."

"I know." She replied with a smile.

Cam chuckled, "Sorry. I guess most people know who I am. To be honest I don't
really go out in civilian clothes that often, so I didn't know if you would
recognize me."

She looked him up and down with the eyes of a professional horse trader,
"Oh, I think it would be hard not to." She seemed to get a little lost in
her own thoughts for a moment before saying, "I'm Heather Chang by the way,
and this is Jeremy Flynn, my date for tonight." She said.

Jeremy extended his hand and was surprised to find Cam's handshake rather weak.
He knew the hulking man could crush diamond with that grip, so the superhero
must have been worried about crushing his bones. Jeremy found that he
appreciated the consideration. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Young."
He said.

"Likewise." Cam replied, "Oh, this is Alice White." He said gesturing to
the pretty young brunette next to him. Alice was staring daggers at Heather.
How was she supposed to seduce Cam when a woman like *that* was sitting
next to him. Alice knew she was hot, but both of her D-cup breasts could
have fit inside the part of one of Heather's boobs that was exposed by
her dress, the top of her head only came up to the Asian woman's nose,
her dirty blond hair was not half as striking as the shiny waterfall of
ink which tumbled down from Heather's head, and her smooth skin suddenly
felt jagged with blemishes next to the older woman's absolutely perfect
skin.

"Hi." Alice said resentfully.

"So, have you been to one of these things before?" Heather asked.

"I can't say I have." Cam replied. "I've been... otherwise occupied."

"And thank god for that!" Jeremy said. "The world is lucky to have
someone like you."

Cam blushed. Part of why he didn't go out in public very often was because
he didn't know quite what to do with that sort of thing. It helped when he
could hide behind is truth-and-justice uniformed persona.

"Yes, Cam, you deserve to be thanked whole heartedly." Alice said in a
voice that left little doubt what she thought would be an appropriate way
to thank him.

Heather glanced at Jeremy with an *is this chick for real?* look. He shrugged
in a way that Heather might have read as *at least it will be interesting* if
she had known him better. Alice didn't notice the byplay because she was gazing
at Cam with an almost manic intensity.

Cam cleared his throat, "Right. Well, one does what one can."

Sensing Cam's discomfort, Heather said, "Well, since it looks like I'm the only
old hand here, I would advise you all to get a few drinks in you before the
speeches start. Although, maybe *you* are going to need more than a few." She
looked at Cam meaningfully.

"Are they really that bad?" Jeremy asked Heather.

"I'm afraid so." She replied.

"Well, you're a persuasive woman. I'll go get us some drinks." He said with
a smile.

*That cow's probably trying to persuade _my_ date into bed.* Alice thought
resentfully. "Cam, can you go get me a drink."

"I'm afraid not." He said. "You'll have to wait a couple more years before
you're allowed to drink. After all, it is the law."

"Uuug." Alice replied. This was stupid. "Well, I you could get me a drink now
and the punish me for it later." She said brightly.

Settling into his truth-and-justice persona Cam shook his head gravely, "I'm
afraid not. That would be providing alcohol to a minor."

"I'm not a minor, I'm 19." Alice snapped.

"My mistake." Cam replied. "Nevertheless,"

"Fine! I'll go myself." Alice said, getting up angrily.

Heather waited until she had left before saying, "Quite a little firecracker
you have there."

Cam sighed, "You have no idea. Dealing with alien invasions is easier than
fending her off. You should have seen her on the ride over."

Heather gave an artful shudder which set the soft flesh of her bosom quaking
in a way that Cam found quite distracting, "Believe me, I know exactly what you
are talking about."

"Has Jeremy done anything?" Cam asked, his voice taking on an undercurrent of
dark protectiveness that Heather found more than a little agreeable.

"Steady cowboy. Jeremy's been a perfect gentleman. I've just dealt with more
than my fair share of men who have trouble taking no for an answer." The angry
look on Cam's face hadn't gone away so she said, "Don't worry. After 38 years
on this earth, I've figured out how to deal with them."

"Wait, you're 38?" Cam asked, poleaxed.

Heather giggled, "Yeah, how old did you think I was?"

"I dunno, maybe, 25?" He said.

Heather placed her hand over her chest. Cam's gaze followed it and he felt
himself stiffen even more when he saw that it failed to obscure even half of
her monumental cleavage. "There's no need to butter up an old lady like me."
She giggled. "I'm completely immune the flattery, but please tell me more
about how young I look."

"No I'm being serious. I thought you were in your twenties." He said.

"You don't exactly look your age yourself." Heather replied, "You're
what? 90? 100? And you look, well," She reached up to run his lapel between
her fingers, "quite a bit younger than that."

"95, actually." He replied, very aware of each little tug of force which was
transmitted through Heather's fingers to his chest.

"What's that like?" Heather asked, leaning towards him conspiratorially.
The shift in her body angle meant that looking in her large upturned
eyes also gave him a view of the way her elegant neck swooped down to
meet her cleavage. The view down her dress was magnetic, and his gaze
began to drift down until it settled on her chest and stayed there.
He was feeling a little fuzzy, and even though a part of him was screaming
at him to look Heather in the eyes before she noticed his rudeness, he
didn't do so.

"Oh, umm. I guess the strangest thing has been the changing culture." He
said to her breasts, "I grew up in a very intense time. First there was
the depression, then war broke out just as I became a young man. We did
things with an intensity of purpose that I haven't seen since. I used to
resent that, I think. I took the anti-war movement pretty personally during
the Vietnam war, but eventually I came to agree with the protesters, at least
about some things. Since then I've been living with the feeling that if I
don't try to keep up with the culture I'll end up hopelessly out of date.
I worry that I'll become an alien to my own people."

Heather saw that Cam's green eyes were focused below her face, and felt
a surge of pride. In just a few minutes her chest had done to Cam Young
what it had done to so many men before. Beneath her bustier, her large
nipples made dents in the fabric. Of course this time she wasn't posing
for a photo shoot. This time her audience was Cameron fucking Young, the
star of her erotic fantasies since she was a girl. *I'm exactly like that
Alice girl, only a little more restrained.* She thought guiltily, "That
sounds really hard. Do you wish things had just stayed the same?"

"No. That would be weird. History moves on. I don't think people can
keep up the sort of intensity that we were living with for very long.
I've gotten to like modern culture, even if I don't really understand it."
He replied. It had taken him months to be able to articulate that to his
therapist, and he had never told anyone else, but now it just slipped
out. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that Heather's body had so
thoroughly distracted him that his filter had been taken completely
off line. If she had asked about the closely guarded secret weaknesses of
the other members of the League of Protectors (Cam himself had none), he
might have told her. Fortunately for Cam, Heather was not a villainess
seeking to exploit the power of her body, just a horny glamor model meeting
the man most likely to make her nethers tingle.

"I bet you understand more than you give yourself credit for. You aren't
that old. Other people do live to your age." Heather said.

"That's true, but everyone expects their views to be outdated. People don't
expect an 85 year old to enjoy hip-hop, or support the idea of tattoos,
or believe in gay rights, or know how to use a computer. It's different
when you look the way I do." He said.

"Don't you have a tattoo?" Heather asked. She immediately started to flush
with embarrassment. Now he would see through her sophisticated act and
realize that she was just another annoying fan girl.

"Umm. I do." His gaze flicked back up from her bosom to meet her eyes,
suddenly back on his guard, "How did you know that?"

"Well, I figured submariner and all that..." Heather replied, face darkening
even further. "...and I may have seen a picture or two of you from before your
costume could stand up the all the abuse you put it through." She continued,
figuring that she had better come clean. If she was going to be a pathetic
fan girl, she could at least own up to it with dignity.

"Oh," He paused. He had been worried she was working for The Web. "Did
you like them?"

"W-What?" Heather asked, drawing back flustered.

"Did you like the pictures?" He asked.

"Oh. Yes. Very much yes." She said. Now that she had drawn back, Cam noticed
the way her nipples were tenting the fabric of her dress. "I mean. You looked
very heroic, and sexy and umm..." she trailed off, going even redder as she
realized what she had just said.

"I looked sexy?" he asked in surprise.

Heather's mouth worked like a fish out of water. "How can you even ask that!?
Of course you looked sexy!" She no longer embarrassed. Now she was just
irritated. How could this man have lived for 95 fucking years and never
realized the effect he had on the opposite gender!? "You're like the definition
of sexy. You're what happens when sexy gets a graduate degree in hot and
15 years experience in fucking gorgeous. Why do you think Alice was all
over you like peanut butter on jelly?"

Cam pulled away from the force of Heather's litany, "I mean I guess I thought
that 'cause I was a superhero and all..."

"Nonono. Alice was all over you because you, my friend, are an absolute snack.
I know I'm embarrassing myself, but someone has to take one for the team and
tell you how fucking hot you are. I can't believe you've gone 95 years without
realizing that you are god's gift to women. It figures, normally I meet guys
who *think* they are all that, but the one who actually *is* doesn't realize
it." Heather's chest was heaving with passion. Cam had never wished more that
he could turn off his powers so that it would be safe to take this gorgeous
and passionate woman to bed. The trouble was that he never could. He could
offer her no more than a few chaste kisses, for anything more would arouse
such passions in him that he would surely hurt her. If they got far enough
that he orgasmed, the force of his ejaculation would be more than enough
to turn her into a fine red mist.

"Well, umm. Thank you. I mean, you're pretty gorgeous yourself, so you
probably know what you're talking about."

Heather seemed to deflate. "Wow. I just made a complete ass of myself.
I am so sorry. I started this conversation by saying I know what it's
like to have someone come on to you really weirdly, and end up just
offering you more of the same." She rubbed her temples dejectedly
and sighed, "If you want we can pretend this never happened and you
don't have to talk to me for the rest of the night."

Cam shook his head, "Let's not. I've liked talking to you, and I'm
not going to stop just because you call me nice things."

"Well, good. Okay." She smiled.

Alice sat down with a thump, "That line was so fucking long." She said.
She held a large margarita in front of her.

"They didn't card you?" Cam asked.

"No, because they aren't a bunch of *narcs*." Alice replied, then remembering
her mission for the night, "I mean not that you're a narc or anything."

Heather hid a smirk by covering her mouth with her hand. She smoothed
out her dress, a motion which didn't remove any wrinkles because there
were none, but did draw Cam's gaze to the way her dress clung to her
breasts. "It is a little strict to say Alice can't drink at an event
like this, don't you think?"

Cam's gaze lingered on her bosom before rising to meet hers, "I guess
maybe it is. I'm sorry Alice."

Alice would have enjoyed the apology more if she hadn't just watched
Heather extract it with her feminine wiles. The busty Asian had clearly
wrapped him around her finger when Alice went up to the bar. Alice
should have expected it. Heather could probably turn any man she
wanted into a love-sick puppy with a few jiggles of those massive,
perfect breasts. Alice thought she had a feel for how the other girls
must have felt in high school when she had flirted with the boys she
liked. She felt like a gifted street fighter who had stepped in the
ring with a pro boxer. There was no way she was going to be able to
hold a candle to Heather. "That's ok." She muttered. "I guess I was
being dramatic."

Heather had long since stopped paying attention to the sort of rivalry
that Alice was focused on, so she didn't realize why the younger girl
started behaving much more reasonably, but for the rest of the night
Cam was free of her more extreme attentions.

Jeremy joined them a few minutes later, apologizing for the fact that
he had been held up chatting to a few people. A few other couples joined
them at the table and the group got to know each other as the food was
served and they dug into an absolutely delicious spread.

Once they finished their meal, the gala organizers got up and gave a
few long boring speeches about how many people this was going to help.
It really was going to help people, but they somehow managed to make
that sound greasy and self-serving through their endless crowing.
Eventually it was time to announce the person who had brought in the
most money,

"For the 11th year running! Heather Chang!" The limelight fell on
Heather and she got up and waved to the crowd. Jeremy beamed with
pride at being seen to be the one who had won this prize, Cam
and most other men in the room simply admired her figure, and
Alice glowered resentfully.

The party continued for an hour or so after the speeches, but
then it started to break up. Heather and Jeremy started heading
towards the door, but the Heather paused, "Hold on. There's something
I'd like to do."

"Alright." Jeremy replied.

Heather hurried over to where Jeremy and Alice were, "It was really
great getting to meet you." She said, drawing a clutch out from between
her breasts and fishing a creamy business card from within. "So I hope
it's not too forward if I give you my card. It would be nice to get
together again sometime."

"I would like that." Cam replied.

By way of response, Heather pressed her lips against the back of her card,
leaving the imprint of her kiss in red. "Don't be a stranger." She said
handing him the card and walking away with more sway in her hips than was
entirely necessary.

When she got back to Jeremy she said, "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all." He replied with a smile. "I don't own you. I hope you kids
have fun."

"You know, I like you." Heather said, as they walked off towards their limo.

Alice fumed all the way to the limo, while Cam seemed a mile away. The card
in his pocket only weighed a few grams, so why did it feel so heavy?

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"Good morning Commander Peirce." Cam said, prying his bulk out of the
chair in his therapist's waiting room.

"Good morning Cam." He replied, opening his door wider and ushering
Cam inside. After they got settled, he asked, "So how have you been
doing?"

"Good. I've been good." Cam replied, "I saved some health workers
in Congo, and then they saved a bunch of people, so it was kind
of like I made an investment that paid off. I also broke that dancing
curse. I guess it was a pretty quiet couple of weeks."

"That's good." Peirce said.

"Ehh, it's boring is what it is." Cam replied.

"Do you like it better when there is more chaos?"

"No, of course not." He said, "I want it to be peaceful and safe all the
time, but I also want to do the most good I can. I can't use 100% of my
power to help the world if there isn't something big to use it on."

"I see. It's been quite a while since there has been anything big enough
to really challenge you, hasn't it? Not since the Soviets last summoned
Pharaoh." Peirce said, "You've made the world a better place."

Cam chuckled, "Yeah, by clobbering anyone with a little power and an
attitude. It's not like most of the people I put away or kill have done
anything worse than what I've done over the years. I'm a killer John,
and they call me a hero for it. Like this girl I met. I could see it
in her eyes. She thought I am this amazing beacon of light, but really
I'm not. I'm a monster."

"You're not a monster Cam. You're a man put in an extraordinary position
who has faced choices that the rest of us never will. You've saved billions
of lives." Peirce replied.

"Yeah, and killed millions."

"Let's talk about the girl you met." Peirce said. He didn't want this
session to devolve into another discussion of Cameron's role in the
Nagasaki explosion.

"It was at that Charity gala you volentold me to do." There was a twinkle
in Cam's eyes somewhere underneath the cloud of his dark expression.

"Was it your date? I would expect that she would have been a fan."

"Well, she isn't who I was thinking of, but I guess my date also saw
me as this incredible hero." Cam paused, "I just feel like the version
of me that everyone sees and the version that I really am are two
completely different people."

"And it bothers you that everyone likes you, when sometimes you don't
like yourself much?"

"Exactly. I try to make up for my sins, but there are some things you
can't make up for."

"Do you think this girl, not your date, the one you were originally
thinking about, would think less of you if she knew everything you
had done?" Peirce asked.

Cam thought about it for a long time. "Probably. I doubt my date would
have though."

"Why do you say that?"

"This other woman. Heather. She seemed more grounded. I think she probably
sees me as a hero, but also as a man. She gave me her number and everything.
Not in a pushy way." Cam smiled at the memory.

"Have you called her?"

"Well, of course not. Any sort of relationship I have will just end up with
someone getting hurt, and it won't be me. Heather doesn't deserve to get a
broken rib because I forget my own strength." Cam said.

"You don't have to have a romantic relationship with her. She may be open
to being friends and friends alone."

"I'm not sure she would be satisfied with that," Cam said, remembering
how hungry Heather had looked as she told him her opinion of his body,
"She made it pretty clear what she wanted."

"Would it hurt to ask?" He replied.

Cam thought for a moment, "I suppose not. It would be good for me to have
more friends outside of the Navy."

Cam and Commander Peirce talked for a little while longer before their
time was up. As Cam left the building, he thought to himself, *The problem
is that I'll be just as unsatisfied with mere friendship as she will.*

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Heather's heels pressed down into the mat as she bent herself forward into
downward dog. She exhaled, slowly lowering her body to the mat and pressing
it back into upward dog. Beside her, her phone rang with an unknown number.
It was probably just a spam caller, but she was going to pick up because it
might be Cam. It had been two weeks since the gala and the infuriating man
still hadn't called her. She was beginning to worry that she was loosing her
touch. What man didn't want a piece of her?

She touched her screen and accepted the call. "Hi, it's Heather."

"Hi Heather, it's Cam."

"Cam! It's great to hear from you. I was starting to think you wouldn't
call." She took a moment to tug her pink sports bra down, then
requested that the call transition to a video call. She set the phone
far enough away that Cam would be able to see her whole torso.

"I almost didn't but... wow." He replied as his face bloomed into
being on the screen.

"You caught me in the middle of yoga. Sorry about the casual attire."
Heather hooked her thumbs underneath the straps of her bra and snapped
them like suspenders.

"Right." Cam said, watching her bosom as it shook slightly when the
straps snapped back down. "Well, what I was going to say was. Would
you like to have dinner with me sometime."

Heather's face broke into a smile, "I would love that!"

"And, umm. I kind of have to, um. Set expectations I suppose." He
said.

"Oh?" Heather replied warily.

"The thing is, Heather, we can't be together. Not sexually."

"What do you mean? You don't want me?" She asked, hurt creeping into
her voice.

"No, I do. I really, really do, I just can't. I would hurt you. It's
happened before. There was this girl I started seeing a few years after
the war, and the first time we started to get frisky I accidentally
broke her ribs." He sighed, "The way I felt then doesn't hold a candle
to the sort of passion you stir up in me, so I would probably hurt
you even more."

"Jeez. That really sucks. So you haven't been with a woman since you
got your powers?" She asked.

"Not at all actually." He said. "I was saving myself for marriage, and
then circumstances made that impossible."

"Cam, I'm so sorry."

"It is what it is." He replied.

"Well, even if I can't sleep with you, I would be honored to be your
friend Cameron Young." Heather said. "I'll tell you what, since we are
just friends and all, why don't you come over to my house instead of
going out? I'll cook something for you, show you my dorky pottery
studio. It'll be fun."

"That sounds lovely." Cam said, "I'm sorry I can't give you what we
both wanted."

"Okay, how does the day after tomorrow work. You can drop in around
6ish?"

Part of Heather was squealing like a school girl. Cam was welcome to
believe that they were going to stay "just friends", but he would have
to resist all of her considerable skill as a temptress. The sort of
sexual relations they would be able to have might not be typical, but
Heather thought she could get creative.

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"Babe, can you bring me my phone?" Gemma groaned.

"I can't hear you if you talk into your pillow." Trixie, her girlfriend,
replied from the office that they shared.

"Phone!"

Trixie walked into the room. "Gemma, it's 1 p.m., rise and shine."

"Mean." Gemma said, levering herself out of bed to grab her phone from
the vanity. "Oh, it was Heather."

"Tell her my offer stands." Trixie said, Gemma flipped her off. Trixie
had a joking-not-joking standing offer out to Heather to show her the
ropes if she ever decided to go gay. Gemma would only really mind if
she wasn't included in the fun, but there was no way she was going to
tell Heather that. It would just make things weird.

She had missed the call, so she called back. After a few rings, Heather
picked up, "What's up? It's super early. We don't have a shoot today right?"

"No. This is an official best bitches emergency." Heather said. Whatever
happy pills she was on, Gemma wanted a couple.

"You have my attention."

"I have a date. With a guy." Heather practically squealed.

"Heather. You're a 38 year old woman, not a high school student. I
feel like this is something you can handle on your own."

"There are complications. He doesn't know it's a date." Heather said,
"He thinks we can just be friends." Gemma imagined the other woman
as a big cat. Whoever this guy was, he had another think coming if
Heather wanted to get her claws into him.

"Who is it?" Gemma asked.

"This has to stay between us. Don't tell anyone else. Not even Trixie."

"Yeah, Yeah. Cross my heart."

"Itscamyoung." Heather squealed.

"What?"

"It's Cam Young."

"The superhero?" Gemma whispered into the phone. "I thought he doesn't
date."

"He doesn't, that's the problem. This is why it's a best bitches emergency.
I need your eye to figure out the best possible outfit to get this fish on
the hook."

"I'll be there in half an hour." Gemma said.

As she walked out the door Trixie leaned back, "What's going on?"

"It's a best bitches emergency. I'm not allowed to tell you." Gemma said
with a half-joking eye roll.

"Ooooh. Mysterious." Trixie said, "Give us a kiss."

Gemma went over and kissed her once on the forehead, and again
on the lips. "I love you" She said.

"I love you too babe." Trixie spun her around, "Now head out, I want to
watch you leave."


Heather's door flew open between Gemma's first and second knock.
"So here's the situation," Heather started without giving Gemma
time to recover. "He's coming over here for dinner the day after
tomorrow. My plan is simple. I'm going to cook an amazing meal
for him because I'm amazing. He will think *damn, this is amazing,
I wonder what it would be like if she was my wife and I got to
eat like this every day*. Then I will engage him with intelligent
and fun conversation. Do you think I should study? You're right,
I'll make a reading list. Most importantly, I will wear something
that will make him as horny as possible without arousing suspicion."
As she spoke, she walked rapidly back towards the kitchen. Heather
was always pretty neat, but now her kitchen was sparkling. "The place
is a mess, I know, but I haven't finished cleaning it up. The important
thing is that this is the space we have to work with so my outfit
should match."

Gemma had never seen Heather this intense before, "W-what do you mean
'without arousing suspicion?'"

"It can't be to obvious that I'm seducing him. The goal here is to be
slutty without looking slutty."

"Why don't you just wear something comfortable and relaxing?"

"Well, it needs to look slutty too. I mean it should look slutty without
it looking like I'm trying to look slutty if that makes sense."

Gemma looked at her friend and sighed, "Heather, I feel like you've set me an
impossible task."

Heather pursed her lips and twisted them to one side, "You're right. Maybe I
am taking this way too seriously. But. I mean Cam is the perfect man, I have
to try, right?"

"I'm not saying you shouldn't seduce him. You definitely should, considering
how long you've had a thing for him. I just think that this is the wrong
approach."

"What do you mean?" Heather asked.

"Well, you aren't going to be able to control how things go. If you come up
with a 14 point plan of seduction and things go off the rails around
point number 3, you won't be ready to improvise. You're libel to pressure
him into moving too fast and scaring him off." Gemma said.

"You're right." Heather replied, "You're right. I'm totally boy crazy. I
need to just get centered or something."

"Atta girl." Gemma replied, gently punching Heather on the shoulder.
"And maybe you should be prepared to just be friends with him."

"You're right." Heather sighed, "but he's like, really hot."

"Heather, you're like, really hot. I'm still happy being friends with you."
Gemma said with a grin.

"Thanks."

"Okay. I think it is time for some emergency therapeutic shopping." Gemma
said, "After all, this is an official best bitches emergency."

"That sounds nice. I do need to get back on an even keel." Heather said.

"Great. I'll drive."

A few minutes later they were walking down the pottery aisle of an art supply
store looking at glazes. "Oooh, Heather look at this purple one. I think it
would look good on something like the flower vase you gave Trixie and I last
Christmas."

"Hmmm." Heather replied, picking up the little chip of sample clay which had
been painted with the purple glaze. "It would. You have a good eye Gemma,
are you a professional photographer or something?"

Gemma laughed, glad that her friend was acting more like herself again.

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The doorbell buzzed just as Heather was closing the lid of her kiln. She punched
in a baking sequence, and smacked her hands a few times to get most of the clay
dust off. It buzzed again when she was at the top of the stairs to the basement.
She opened the door and felt her mind go through a stall and restart process.
Cam's 6'8" frame filled the doorway. He wore a t-shirt that was probably an
XXL but still clung to every bulging muscle like a second skin. Her gaze
lingered on the place where the cuff of his shirt met his bicep. His biceps were
nearly as large as her thighs, and she wasn't exactly a scarecrow. His chest
bulged with layer upon layer of muscle, and his abs looked like six softballs
stacked on top of each other. His physique was overwhelming, but not grotesque.
Heather's nipples began to stiffen immediately. She let her eyes travel up and
down his body, drinking him in.

"Hi, come on in." She said stepping back, and realizing that she was still
wearing the crocks she wore in the studio. Not exactly as planned. She
discretely stepped out of them.

"Thanks. Sorry I'm a little early. I hope I didn't surprise you in the middle
of anything."

Heather laughed, "I was just putting some cups in the kiln."

"That would explain the apron." Cam said.

Heather glanced down. Of course she was still wearing her apron. She laughed.
"Do you want to come down to the studio with me while I take it off." That
wasn't the only thing she wanted to take off for him, but she didn't think the
offer would go over well.

"Sounds fun."

"Great! I'll give you the grand tour." Heather said, turning to lead him down
into the basement. Now it was Cam's turn to be thrown for a loop. Underneath
the apron, Heather wore a loose fitting t-shirt tied at the hem a few inches
above her navel and a pair of blue short-shorts which highlighted her ass
impressively. Cam hadn't paid as much attention to Heather's ass the night
of the gala as he had to her bosom, so it hadn't been the thing which stood
out in his memory. He now realized that the curvaceous model's bum was every
bit as perfectly shaped and massive as her breasts. The contrast between her
bulging bum and tiny waist was aggressively feminine. Cam felt the animal
within him surge. His cock strained against his super-strong underwear.

"Oh, wait. Almost forgot these." She said, stepping back into her crocks.
"You should keep your shoes on." She smiled at him, "Now walk this way."
She said, and walked off towards the basement. Her hips swayed in a hypnotic
rhythm, and her long, smooth legs seemed to glow with health. By the time that
she got to the door Cam was fully erect. He tried to hide it by shifting himself
around, but there is only so much you can do to conceal a cock 14 inches in
length and thicker than a coke can. He lined it up along the inside of his
left thigh, but the bulge was still clearly visible on the outside of his
jeans. He was just glad that his boxer-briefs were large enough to cover
the tip of his cock when he was erect. If he came without a barrier in place
to suppress the force, it would be like a tank round going off.

"So this is the kiln." Heather said when they had gotten to the bottom of the
stairs, "I just put in a set of cups that I've been working on, so it's heating
up right now. Sorry I can't really show you what is inside."

"I like the flower pattern on the handles." Cam said, desperate to convince her
that he was thinking about something besides her ass, "It's simple, but it
really captures the idea of a flower."

"How did you?" Heather started to ask, "Oh, right. X-ray vision." She said.

Cam smiled, "It has it's uses. Although, it's not really X-rays. It's more like
I directly perceive the matter of the world. There are no rays which need to
travel between me and what I am perceiving."

"Wow. That's like the perfect pervert power. I've always thought invisibility is
the perfect perv power, but you definitely have that beat." Heather said. "Do
you ever use it to look through women's clothes?"

Cam reddened. He had once or twice, but there was no way he was going to own up
to it, "Of course not! That would be such a violation of privacy."

"Not even if she was really hot?"

"Not even then."

"Not even if she wanted you to look? Not even if she gave you standing
permission?" Heather was standing very close to him now, her face a
little flushed, "Hypothetically, of course."

"Hypothetically. Hypothetically, I would have to think about it." He said.
Her apron and t-shirt melted away for a moment. Good god, she was perfect.

"You're such a boyscout." Heather said, placing her hand on his chest, "We're
lucky that you are." She left it there for a few seconds before drawing back.
"C'mon I'll show you my wheels."

Cam managed to shake off his super-powered ogling just in time to be treated
to an amazing tableau starring Heather's blue clad ass. This woman's body
was doing things to him that he couldn't control. His cock twitched.

"Ta Da!" Heather said making a sweeping gesture at her two wheels.

"Why do you have two?" He asked.

"This one is my old one. This one's my new one. I just haven't seen a reason
to get rid of the old one yet." She explained.

Cam started wandering around the studio, looking at the finished and
half-finished pieces set on shelves along the wall. "These are really good.
These are like, professional level."

Heather blushed, "Well, I try my best. Modeling and acting is pretty off
and on work, so when I'm not at a shoot all day I need something to occupy
myself. For, I guess 15 years now, that's been pottery."

"This is pretty amazing. What do you do with all your work?" He asked.

"I give a lot of it away as gifts. When I do a movie I usually give something
to the cast and crew that I worked with at the end of the project. Most of
my family eats off of stuff that I've made at this point. I also sell some."

A green glazed bowl floated off a shelf. Heather gasped as it drifted over
to spin slowly between them. "I like this one." Cam said.

"I am pretty happy with how that one turned out. Do you want it?" She said.

"I mean. You don't have to give me anything."

"Please, I want to. Here's hoping for a beautiful friendship," Heather said,
giving the bowl a push towards Cam.

"Well. Thank you. It's beautiful." He said, catching it.

"Now, I promised you food. Do you like salmon?" She asked.

"I do."

"Great!" Heather said brightly before turning around and walking over to a hook
next to the door. She undid her apron and hung it in place. With the large
garment gone her figure was even better defined. Cam realized he could see her
breasts from behind when she reached up to hang the apron in place. His little
soldier was once again at def-con 2, full readiness.

The Asian temptress turned her head to look over her shoulder, sweeping her
long black hair towards the other direction and presenting her breasts in
profile without moving her ass an inch. She noticed that Cam seemed to be
pre-occupied with something just a little below her hip height, and smiled
internally. She gave her butt a playful little wiggle before heading back up
the stairs.

*She knows exactly what she is doing to me. I should really remind her that
I can't do anything with her.* Cam thought to himself, but he knew he wouldn't.
He didn't want her to stop.

"Do you mind helping me prep?" Heather asked, once they got to the kitchen.
She hadn't turned fully around, instead striking the same pose she had just
used in the studio, the one that let her look at him while keeping her
juicy ass locked on to him.

"Sure."

"Great!" She walked over to the counter and got out a few cutting boards,
rising on the balls of her feet as she did so. The motion was entirely
unnecessary, but did do things to her ass that Cam had trouble ignoring.

"Can you dice this onion?" Heather bent over at the waist, knees locked
in place and rear pointed directly at Cam's face. "Hmm, where are they?"
She mumbled to herself, looking right at the bag of onions and wiggling
her ass slightly back and forth. The position aimed her pussy right at
Cam with only a thin strip of blue fabric concealing it. "Oh, there
they are!" She said eventually, giving and extra little wiggle of
excitement. "Now, where's the hole in the bag?" She continued in
mock concentration.

*She must know what she's doing.* Cam thought to himself, staring at
the way Heather's juicy thighs pressed together, cock straining against
his underwear.

Eventually, Heather "found" the hole and drew out an onion. She turned
around, snapping upright in a single quick motion which set her bra-less
breasts sloshing inside her overly large t-shirt. Cam once again succumbed
to temptation and watched her breasts without bothering to pay any attention
to the shirt covering them up. It was amazing how a woman of her size could
posses such perfectly tear-dropped shaped perky breasts. "Catch" she said, tossing
him the onion.

The root vegetable got halfway through the air before the dry outer layers
of skin broke off and flew into the trash can. The white inner core of the
onion flew onward for another few feet before it slowed dramatically and
started drifting apart in perfectly sized little squares. The two end of
the onion separated themselves from the mass of little pieces and joined
the skin in the trash. The remaining bits settled in a neat pile on one
of the chopping boards.

"THATS SO COOL!!!" Heather yelled, jumping up and down clapping her
hands together. Each clap squeezed her breasts together, adding to
the bedlam of erotic motion caused by her jumping.

"Do it again!" She demanded, turning around to fetch another onion.
Her excitement was not so great that she forgot to bend only at the
hips and focus as much of her excited motion as possible in her
divine ass.

"Do we need another onion?" Cam asked as the second set of choppings
joined the first.

"No, but *I* needed to see that again." Heather grinned. Cam noticed
that her nipples were completely erect. Without a bra, Heather's large
nipples were visible even when flaccid, but now that her high beams were on
they were impossible to ignore.

"Okay. Let me get some ginger." She said, glad that she kept her veggies
on the bottom draw of the fridge.

Heather continued to treat Cam to same show she had given him when looking
for onions for each one of the other vegetables they had to prep. It took
her a minute to look for the green onions, even though they were right next
to the green beans, which she had just gotten. Cam processed the veggies
using the same sort of telekinetic technique he had used on the onion.

She was annoyed that she hadn't thought to stash the garlic in the fridge,
or a bottom cabinet somewhere. She had to content herself with retrieving
it by holding the garlic bunch in both hands and extending her arms at a
45 degree angle downward as she pried the individual cloves out. The motion
forced her elbows into the sides of her breasts, causing her bosom to heave
impressively against the fabric of her shirt. The hardest part was making
sure to avoid actually putting force on the bunch so she could go through
a couple of "tries".

By the time all the vegetables were prepped, Cam had never felt hornier
in his life. Heather could apparently make anything sexy. Her body turned
the simple act of walking into an erotic symphony, but when she made an
effort Cam felt bewitched. It was harder and harder to think straight.
So much of his mental energy was taken up contemplating how perfect her
juicy ass looked in those short-shorts. Cam felt that the shorts must have been
bigger at the beginning of the night.

Heather combined some of the ingredients to season the fish she got out of
the fridge. She threw the potatoes in a pot and began to steam them. Her
motions lost their exaggerated flirtatiousness. Now she was just focused on
making the meal as tasty as it could be. Nevertheless, Cam thought she couldn't
have been more beautiful as she moved around the kitchen with a look of
concentration on her face. This was the craftsman who had made all those
beautiful bowls and plates at work.

Heather put Cam in charge of the sautéing the green beans and they talked
as they worked. Heather learned that Cam was a long time baseball fan.
He told her that sometimes he would just hover in the middle of a cloud,
eyes trained on one or more baseball games below. His super senses could
bring the ballpark right to him.

"Even the sound?" She asked.

"Oh yeah. My hearing works along a similar principle to my vision. All my
senses do." Cam told her.

"So you could taste the salmon when it is in the oven?" She asked. "I wish
I could do that."

"And feel the heat." He said.

"That's amazing." She bit her lip, "So you could feel something from across
the room?"

"Yeah. I do that all the time to help control my telekinesis." He said.

"Is. Is telekinesis something you would lose control of during the throes
of passion?" She asked, a blush spreading up her neck.

"I-I don't know."

"Well." She said walking up to him and running her hand down his chest,
"Think about it. We might not have to physically touch to enjoy ourselves,"

"Heather," Cam said, his voice full of painful regret.

"I know." She said, backing away. "I know. Just. Think about it, please?
You don't have to be alone just because you have powers."

Cam cleared his throat. "I think the potatoes are ready for mashing. Do you
want me to do that."

"Yeah." She said.

They were a little on egg shells around each other as they finished eating
dinner, each dwelling on the glimmer of hope that they might be able to
have a romantic relationship even if it was a little atypical, each dreading
that they would not. They managed to regain conversational momentum during
dinner. Everything tasted amazing, and just like Heather had told Gemma
he would, Cam did entertain a few brief private fantasies in which he and
Heather were married and this was the sort of thing he got to eat regularly.
Cam wasn't a bad cook himself, but clearly Heather had a real talent for it.

Heather poured the last of the wine into her cup and downed it with a swallow.
Across the table, Cam was smiling at her last joke. His plate was clean and
he looked as happy as she had ever seen a man. It was one of those moments
right before the soap bubble fantasy pops. She didn't know when this perfect
night would end, but it would sooner or later, and they would never again
be able to play out the are-we-or-aren't-we dance. They would get up, clean
up the dishes and then Cam would go out the door. Maybe she would get one
long melancholy kiss from him, and that would be it. Then they would be
friends or nothing. Silently, Heather railed against the unfairness of it
all. Tears of frustration prickled at her eyes, and she quickly blinked
them away. Her jaw hurt. "Let's watch a movie." She said.

"Yeah?" Cam replied, with a nod.

"Yeah." Heather said, rising and taking him by the hand. She lead him into
another room and turned to press her chest against his. She slid her hands
up from his abs to slide them between her breasts and his solar plexus, then
pushed gently until he sat down on the couch behind him. She sat next to him,
curling her legs up beneath her, pressing her knees against his iron hard
thighs and her bosom against his shoulder. She snuggled down deeper into
the cushions, "This is nice." She said, laying her head on his shoulder.

Cam heard the melancholy in her voice, so he didn't say anything, he just
put his arm around her, feeling his body respond as her softness resettled
against him.

The moment stretched out like a piece of molten glass being pulled from the
kiln. Finally it broke, "We were going to watch a movie?" Cam said.

Heather raised her head from his shoulder, and shook it like a prize fighter
reeling from a punch. "Yeah. Yeah, let me get the remote." Instead of standing
up, she squirmed over Cam, throwing her leg over his to straddle him. She
didn't draw back by an inch as she moved, dragging her breasts over his chest
and up his chest, curling her hips in against his rock hard abs. She kept moving
until Cam's face was buried between her divine breasts and then stopped,
stretching her arm out to fumble for the remote. She was leashed desire.
She found the remote and reluctantly slid back down Cam's body until they
were face to face. Her lips were inches from his. "At least give me one
kiss." She breathed. "Just something to remember." There were tears on
her cheeks, Cam saw through his haze of arousal.

Her soft pink lips yielded to his indestructible ones, molding themselves
around to his shape. He could feel her nipples pressing against his chest.
He could feel her hips moving in little desperate involuntary thrusts.
He could smell her musk all around them, and he could feel himself
letting go. With a noise like a machine shotgun, Cam Young came in his
pants. Heather started, then clung to him in fear. It was all he could
do to keep his hands by his sides and make sure none of the force of his
twitching went into Heather.

"What was that?" She asked fearfully. "Are you okay?"

"That was me. Orgasming." Cam said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah of course." Heather said, "Sorry for over reacting." The truth was
that she felt a little battered, but she wasn't going to let on.

"I'm sorry." Cam said. His face going red with shame.

"Why?" Heather said with a gentle smile, "I've never been prouder. You
said you've never really been with a woman because of you powers. Was
that the first time you've come with a woman?" She asked.

"Yeah, I guess it was." He said. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"More than okay." She said, and kissed him again, quickly, "More than okay."

"Do you want me to do anything for you?" He asked.

"Believe me, you already have." She said, grinning playfully. "Now, I believe
we have a movie to choose and watch." She turned and planted her soft butt
right in Cam's lap, squirming around until his cock was nestled between her
buns. "Oh god, Cam, I didn't realize what a monster you have down there."
She squeezed her buns together to emphasize her point.

"Do you think I should go get cleaned up?"

"Don't you dare." She said, squirming down harder against him. She grabbed
his hands from where they lay at her side and brought them up to cup her
breasts from beneath. "And help me hold these will you? They can get heavy
you know." Cam's cock never really got a chance to go flaccid.

They watched a movie with lots of fast cars and explosions, and very little
in the way of plot, but neither of them were paying very much attention.
Heather entertained herself by squeezing Cam's cock with her ass with an
unrelenting rhythm, policing his hands to make sure they stayed firmly
occupied with her breasts, and occasionally tilting her head back to
demand a kiss or nibble his ear. For his part, Cam just tried not to
cum again. He succeeded, partially. Heather kept him on the edge of orgasm
for the whole movie, and while he avoided another outright explosion, he
could not prevent a continual dribble of cum from leaving his balls to
gush sluggishly out the tip of his penis. Despite the slow flow rate,
there was a lot leaving at a time and it kept up steadily for pretty
much the whole movie. They would have noticed it, except that Heather's
ass was drinking in the cum even faster than it was leaving Cam's
balls. In all Cam's super balls generated over 2 gallons of cum,
all of which rapidly wicked through their clothes to be sucked into
the skin of Heather's plush ass. The last ten minutes of the movie,
Cam's lap was bone dry.

After the movie ended, Heather leaned back and kissed Cam deeply.
The flow of cum picked up the pace, but her ass greedily gobbled it
all up. The kiss lasted a long time, but eventually Heather broke off.
"Thank you for a lovely evening." She said. "This was better than I could
have ever imagined."

"Thank you." Cam said, fondling her breasts delicately.

Heather lead him to the door by the hand, and stood on tip-toes to kiss him
once again. "Don't be a stranger."

Cam kissed her back but then froze. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm
away from him. "Hey!" Heather said indignant.

"Heather, what's this?" He said, pointing to an angry purple bruise spreading
on the inside of her arm.

"It's no big deal. I feel fine. I just bruise easily that's all." She lied.

"Heather, this is a big deal. This is exactly the sort of thing I was worried
about. I-I can't hurt you." He said, letting go of her wrist and turning around
to rush abruptly through the door.

"The only way you can hurt me is if you go out that door and don't come back!"
She yelled after him. He began to hover. "Don't you fucking fly away!" She
screamed. It had all been going so well.

Cam jetted off into the clouds cursing with all of his Maritime experience.
Heather collapsed in her doorway, "Damn it." She said matter of factly, finding
that she had begun to cry.

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Cam's fridge opened and an egg floated out to hover in front of him. He was
thinking about Heather, as he had been for the last two days. He couldn't
get her body out of his head, now pale and lily white perfection, now covered
in dark bruises that were already turning an ugly yellow in his mind's eye.
The thought of her was causing the same physical reaction that it always
did, and he reached down to wrap his hand around his massive cock, aiming
out at the wall of salt water which surrounded his home. Here at the bottom
of the pacific, his orgasm wouldn't cause any harm to anything. Not even
the deepest dwelling fish came near his sanctum.

He slid his hand up and down his shaft, remembering the way Heather had
looked in those tiny shorts, remembering how she had looked in the green
dress he had first seen her in. The orgasm wasn't long in coming, and after
it did he looked over to see a crushed egg next to him on the rocks.
Telekinesis was not something that he could control in the throes of
passion. "Fuck." He said, then crouched down and jumped, rocketing
through an air bubble he drove through the water in front of him
and shooting out into the air above amidst a spray of mist. The sun
made his red hair and pale skin glow in a way that Heather would have
described as godlike if she had been there to see. He shot into space,
taking a little bubble of air with him so that he could really scream.
If he did so on earth it would be an unmitigated disaster.

The little bubble of air atomized around him as Cam bellowed. When
there were no longer any molecules to carry his rage he stopped,
and floated back down to earth, sinking beneath the waves to retrieve
his super suit from his home. It was long past time he got back to
work.


"Cam, where have you been?" Archmage said, as soon as Cam put his
communicator on.

"Taking a few days off." He replied shortly. He really didn't want to
get in to his romantic failings with Archmage.

"That's a first. You'd better get to HQ. A new metahuman has shown up,
and she refuses to talk to anyone but you. She's in your chambers."

"Why would you let her into my chambers?" He demanded. "There's dangerous
stuff in there."

"Just get here fast." Archmage replied, cutting off the connection.

Cam called back. Archmage declined the call. Cam gritted his teeth.
"This is why you can't trust anyone who uses a pseudonym." He muttered,
and shot up into space so he could make the trip without smashing through
the sound barrier above populated areas. *Just great,* he thought to himself,
*I leave to 2 days and now I have to deal with a drama queen super.*

If Cam's doors hadn't opened automatically when he gave the command, he
would have ripped them out of the portal despite the fact that they were
made from galactic battlesteel. He stalked angrily into his room. This
was his home-away-from-home and he didn't take too kindly to someone
invading it. There was a woman wearing nothing but a matching pair of
red silk panties and bra lying on his bed, black hair pooled beneath
her head. She turned to look at him. "Hey big guy." Heather said huskily.

"Heather, I-I can't." He said, "I can't control my telekinesis. There's
nothing we can do."

"What if you didn't have to?" She asked, and floated up off the bed.
"I'm stronger now. Maybe strong enough to handle you."

"How?" He asked.

"I'm not sure." She drifted closer to him, not stopping until her
breasts were flattened against his chest and her lips were hovering
a few inches from his. "I thought we could walk though what we did
that night. Try to figure it out together." She slid her hands up
over his neck and laced her fingers together. Cam felt far more strength
than an ordinary woman could have mustered in her delicate hands. When
she kissed him, her lips yielded to his, but not quite as much as they
had and this time Cam's yielded just the slightest bit as well.

"Are you bullet proof?" Cam asked.

"I dunno. I'd rather you don't shoot me to find out though." She said.

"I'm definitely gonna shoot you before I even think about having sex
with you. A bullet is way safer." He said, kissing her again and
gripping her by the waist to ease her down onto the ground. "I think
you should put some clothes on."

Heather pouted prettily, "You're supposed to tell me to take my
clothes *off*."

"There will be time for that later." He said.

"Promise?" She demanded playfully.

"If you're strong enough." He said.

"Imma get yoked then." She said, going over to grab a kimono from where it
was piled at the foot of th bed.

"Let's go to the training room." Cam said, leading her out the door.

"Does this count as our second date?" She asked.

"I didn't realize that we had had a first date." He said.

"Oh come on, *Cam*," She smiled, "Just 'cause you didn't think it was a
date doesn't mean it wasn't. I had you right where I wanted you the whole
time." She grabbed his hand and started skipping down the hall.

"Wait up!" He said as she jerked him along with a force he doubted she
realized she was using. It was pretty trivial to him, but he still hadn't been
expecting it. She started to make a wrong turn and he pulled in the
opposite direction, "Wrong way!"

Heather giggled, "I have no idea where I'm going, but I'll get there with style
and pizazz."

Eventually the reached a large gymnasium space, though some of the equipment
looked pretty alien to Heather. Cam lead her over to a bench containing an
array of pneumatic presses. He lead her to one of the smaller models. "Can
you put your hand in here please?"

"Is it gonna hurt?" She asked.

"Hopefully not."

She looked at the device warily, "I'm not sure I like the sound of that."
She cautiously eased her hand into the opening. There was a noise like a
thunderclap and she jumped back, startled. Cam had snapped his fingers
next to her ears. "You asshole!" She said, socking him in the shoulder
with all her strength. The blow, which would have crushed the engine
block of a car, barely shifted Cam's muscles. "Oww." Heather said accusingly.

Cam tried unsuccessfully to fight back a grin. "You have to admit that was
kinda funny."

"It was *not*." She replied, "I'm going to have to think of some way for
your to apologize later. It will require a bit more privacy though."

Cam reddened, "Heather, don't say stuff like that. Tom can hear everything
that goes on here."

"Don't be such a prude Cam. None of your friends mind. Why do you think they
let me into your room?" She asked.

"I. Umm." He looked at her. Were the rest of the League of Protectors really
conspiring to get him laid? They told him he needed to get laid a lot, usually
when he was busting their balls for being unprofessional, but he had thought
they were just joking around. "Can you put your hand in the durability gage?"
He asked.

"Fine, I guess we know how tough I am by when I start screaming, huh?" She
said.

"Yep." He punched a button on the side of the box. Heather felt a sharp point
press into her skin. The pressure grew more and more intense, but it was still
bearable. Eventually, the machine stopped. "Let's move on to the next one."
He said.

"Okay, Okay, that's enough. Jeez." Heather said halfway through the cycle
of the next machine. "Am I tough enough?" She asked.

"I'm afraid not." Cam said, with disappointment in his voice. This had happened
before with other metahuman women who wanted to sleep with him. He hadn't
yet met anyone who could stand up to the force of his orgasm. He didn't want
to give up hope, but unless they could figure out how Heather had gotten her
powers, it might happen again.

"Okay. Well, let's try to figure out how I got these powers then." Heather
said, mirroring his thoughts.

They went back to Cam's room. "Does anything in particular stand out to you?"
Heather asked.

"You mean besides, everything?"

"Yeah."

"Well let's see. We went to your pottery studio, they we came up to cook
dinner. I remember wishing you were tough enough to handle me when we
were in the kitchen."

"Would this have been while you were staring at my ass?" Heather asked,
her tone all business.

"Yeah." Cam replied.

"Cameron Young, you naughty man. I can't believe you would take advantage
of a woman's vulnerable position to ogle her." She wagged a finger at him
mockingly. "Still, we'd better do that again, you know just to see if that
was it." Her kimono slid to the floor and she turned around.
Cam watched the red silk of her panties get pulled even tighter when she
bent over. His cock strained against his uniform. "Does this make you wish
you could have me?" Heather asked, voice laden with artificial innocence.
"I'm only asking to make sure we repeat our activities accurately."

Cam's eyes were glued to Heather's ripe rump. "Oh god, how can a woman
like you be real?" He wondered.

She beamed back at him, "Real and for your hands only." She said, "Go on,
you can feel it. You won't hurt me." She said. She felt large powerful hands
cup her buns and slide up to circle her waist. His hands were so large,
that they nearly encircled her 26 inch waist. Cam was already painfully
hard.

"Let's see. What happened after that? We ate dinner, then we went in to
the living room, and I did this!" Heather said, turning around and leaping
up to wrap her legs around Cam's waist, pressing the back of his head into
her cleavage. "Lie down Cam." She said. He did so and she slid her body down
his, kissing him as she went. Her softness continued to move down until her
breasts were pressing against his crotch. She worked her breasts back and
forth up and down the ridge his cock formed in his uniform.

Cam groaned, nothing felt as good as Heather. She kissed the tip of his
cock through the fabric of his super-suit and he erupted. Her lips were
not exactly on the tip so she managed to avoid loosing a tooth, but it
still rocked her back a bit. She sat up quickly and watched him twitch.
When he stopped, she leaned back down, dragging her breasts over his
cum-soaked crotch, "And then you did that." She said. The cum was sucked
into her breasts almost instantly.

"Hey Cam." She said, looking down at her pale bosom. "Do you see this?"

"What?" He sat up.

"You're cum is soaking into my skin." She said. "Look." She placed a hand
on the stain near the tip of his cock and they watched as it slowly
dried up.

"Whoa." Cam said. "My cum is making you super?"

"That's sure what it looks like." Heather said. "It looks like I'm just going
to have to extract as much cum from you as I can." She said with a wicked
grin. She slid her hips forward to cover his cock and began grinding against
him. It wasn't long before his flagging erection found reason to turn
around. Heather reached back to unhook her bra and Cam was cumming again
as soon as she let it loosen around her breasts. She flung the garment
to the side and began to play with her breasts with unrivaled skill.
Heather had been an erotic glamor model for 20 years, and she knew
how to make her breasts move in a way that latched right on to the animal
part of Cam and cranked up the heat. His superhuman ability to recover did the
rest.

In just half an hour, Heather brought Cam to orgasm five times, and came
twice herself. Cam's incredible volume of output meant that they would have been
in a lake of cum if it weren't for the fact that Heather's body was drinking
in his jizz just as fast as he could produce it. She didn't stop going there,
and it was an hour and a half after they had first started going hot and heavy
when she finally slid off him. Heather felt a bit battered, but her new strength
had helped her ride it out. Cam's suit had protected her from the worst of the
blasts. She snuggled up against him with one leg thrown over his. "I'm happy
doing just this." She said. "That was pretty intense."

"Yeah," Cam replied, hugging her close.

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Anthony Grey laid out the incense around the chalk circle he had drawn. Normally
he liked to avoid rituals because of their inflexibility, but in order to travel
to another dimension he was going to need the power boost. Even with Iron Wytch
to help him, it was going to take a good amount of juice to do it.

"You ready?" He asked the woman standing across from him in her iconic runed
plate armor.

"Yes." She replied.

Anthony forced his breath out in a long whoosh and called on the mystical powers
around him. The air shimmered and a bulbous reality distorting bubble rose up
from the chalk circle, enveloping him and Iron Wytch. When it stopped they were
standing in the middle of a forest instead of the warehouse they had been in.

Iron Wytch gestured and an image of a small village simmered into being in the
air between them. "Come on. There is a town near here." She said. They would
walk, not wanting to draw the kind of attention that magic would bring.


Heather slept soundly next to Cam thousands of feet below the surface of the
sea. Neither of them needed as much sleep as an ordinary person, but they had
just spent hours giving each other reason to be tired. Heather still wasn't
strong enough that Cam would agree to penetrate her, but she was getting closer
and closer to that goal every day. For now she had to be content with enjoying
the way she could bring him to orgasm by straddling him and griding her hips
against his cock through the thin barriers of their super suits.

Her natural dreams twisted and warped until they formed a strange and foreboding
tubule. The dream was a static scene, but still told a dynamic story. Two dark
figures appeared in many places, entering a dark and cramped doorway, sneaking
into the vault beneath a huge palace, holding a massive gem and flooding the
space around them with vile magic. It was hard to differentiate between these
sub-scenes and the scene as a whole, but they were clearly unified and united
to her slumbering mind. Her eyes popped open and she sat up. She knew this
was no ordinary dream.

Heather's powers mostly seemed to be the same as Cam's, just less powerful.
She was super strong, super fast, incredibly tough, could fly,
healed in a flash, and generated an anti-magic field that gave her immunity
to most magical attacks. Unlike Cam, however, her senses were not much better
than average and she was not telekinetic. Instead, she had visions of the
future and the ability to teleport. She had discovered this later talent
by disappearing from in front of her mirror where she had been wishing that
Cam could see her in the lingerie she had just tried on. That wish had
turned into reality when she came back into existence inside his secret
under-water lair. He had been very surprised to see her, apparently his house
made it difficult for anyone to enter without an invitation.

Now, though, she felt the pull of her vision. She rose and dressed in her super
suit, taking a moment to adjust it around her assets to ensure that they made
their best possible showing. She scribbled a note on the counter-top and
popped out of existence.


One second Anthony's view of the village he was walking towards was
unobstructed, the next it was dominated by the most delicious breasts he had
ever seen in his life. They were partially covered by a thin red bustier which
was laced up the front, but the massive breasts seemed to be too large for the
bustier to fully close, so there was a gap beneath the laces nearly six inches
wide. The bustier climbed up the under slope of the mountainous melons but
left the northern swells of the lily white breasts bare.

The owner of that perfect bosom was a tall Asian woman floating a foot off
the ground right in front of him. Her body tapered to a thin waist beneath
her breasts before swelling out into a pair of devastating hips clad in a
armor pleated skirt. In short, she oozed sensuality. Even her alto voice was
sexy when she said, "Aren't you two a long way from home?"

Iron Wytch couldn't help but stare at the incredibly ripe body of the woman
in front of her, and make comparisons to her own figure. Both of Iron Wytch's
little B-cups would have failed to fit in the other woman's bustier cups
even if they doubled in size and then doubled again, and that was considering
the fact that the bustier only covered about a quarter of each massive breast.
She realized she had been staring so she said, "What's it to you?" irritated
at herself for getting distracted by the newcomer's figure.

"Well, something tells me that you are thinking of stealing a heartstone from
this dimension." Heather said and wagged her finger.

Anthony gasped, how could she know? "We've done nothing wrong!"

"No," Heather pressed her arms together in a V, doing interesting things with
her cleavage. She smiled when she saw the way the motion fascinated the two
magicians. Ever since Heather hit puberty, her body had entranced men, but since
she had started gaining powers the effect was even stronger. She looked better
now than she ever had in her 20s. There wasn't any one obvious change that had
caused it, but she now seemed to exude a palpable aura of health and vigor
whatever she was doing. Cam was cumming sooner and sooner when she gave him
a strip tease or lap dance, making it even easier for her to soak up his
power granting cum. "You've done nothing wrong, but you're gonna." She said.

Iron Wytch gritted her teeth. The other woman's obvious sexual power made her
feel inadequate and feeling inadequate made her angry, "Get out of our way."
The runes on her armor flashed.

Heather giggled, "Let me think." She leaned forward, "No."

Iron Wytch thrust a hand forward and an angry green fireball shot out to splash
over Heather's chest. It dimmed rapidly when it entered her anti-magic field
but still managed to make it to her breasts where it burned briefly. It
hurt like a bitch during the time that it took for her anti-magic field to damp
it out.

"You bitch." Heather said in surprise, then shot towards Iron Wytch. The armored
villain just barely had enough time to raise her arm to catch Heather's
lightning fast punch. The blow sent the magician flying backwards until she
crashed against a tree in a cloud of splinters. Her armor pulsed, flooding her
bruised body with toughening spells.

Anthony immediately decided that he wasn't enough of a fighter to hang around
much longer, so he muttered a few hasty words and disappeared from sight. He
slunk off into the underbrush to find a place where he could try to escape
back across the dimensional boundary.

Iron Wytch gestured and a giant earthen fist rose from the ground next to
Heather to grab her in a crushing embrace. Heather thrust her arms to the
sides, breaking the fist into rubble, but the fist had only been a distraction
so that Iron Wytch could send two fireballs splashing against Heather's
body. As Heather shot forward to respond, vines and creepers from all over
the forest shot out to grab at her. She burst them every time they tried
to twine around her, but it bought her adversary enough time to escape
her attack.

Iron Wytch threw another fireball, but by the time it got to where Heather
had been standing, she was gone. Heather popped back into existence right
behind Iron Wytch and gave her armor another test by kicking her hard in
the back. The runed backplate dented and Iron Wytch was sent flying.

The experienced villain was flustered enough to waste time starting a
magical anchoring spell before she realized that the other woman's
teleportation did not seem to use magic. Instead she split the light
around her causing herself to appear as a cloud of fragmented images
of a mage knight. Heather short forward to strike at her once more,
and missed.

Iron Wytch summoned more earthen fists to slow Heather down and kept
harassing her with vines, all the while keeping up a steady stream
of fireballs. The less experienced woman was clearly not enjoying
the treatment. Her skin was scorched and burned in places, though
she was healing rapidly from her wounds. She had started swinging
wildly at the encroaching vines, and her strikes were very rarely
landing.

When Iron Wytch judged that she had worn Heather down enough, she
raised her fist and a huge bolt of lightning came down from the
heavens to hammer into Heather. The voluptuous hero was flooded
with electricity, and then fell smoking to the ground. "Fuck."
she muttered, struggling to her feet.

Iron Wytch laughed, "You shouldn't have come little girl." She
mocked.

Heather regarded her from under eyelashes that had already returned
to their natural luscious length after being burned off. She ran
her hand through her hair, brushing a fused mass to the ground and
revealing the rapid growth beneath. As Iron Wytch watched, a waterfall
of liquid midnight fell gleaming from the other woman's scalp. If anything,
it looked even better than before. The magician shivered a little within
her armor.

When Iron Wytch resumed her attack, something was different. Heather seemed
to anticipate her moves before she made them. Fists of stone and earth would
rise to grab at a woman who was no longer there. Fireballs fell on empty air,
and vines grabbed nothing at all.

An icy clarity had descended over Heather. She could feel the world around her
moving, feel how it had moved for eons, and feel how it would move in the
next moments. Avoiding Iron Wytch's attacks was simple when she had so much
warning. Heather hadn't been thinking to use her super speed, and now she did,
becoming an impossible blur of motion.

Iron Wytch felt a series of blows rain down on her, but Heather was moving too
fast for the magician to see where they were coming from. In moments her armor
was battered from her body and she lay gasping on the ground. Where the fuck
had that come from?

The Asian woman floated down to the ground and walked over to Iron Wytch's
fallen form, her hips swaying. Iron Wytch watched as the other woman's big
blocky four inch heels pressed into the loam of the forest on the way over.
"What am I going to do with you?" Heather wondered rhetorically before bending
over and fishing a pair of runed handcuffs from her cavernous cleavage.
"Archmage gave me some nice toys." She explained before flipping the defeated
villain over and binding her hands. Iron Wytch felt herself get cut off from
magic. "Don't go anywhere in a hurry." Heather said with a wink as she slipped
the key inside one of her massive bustier cups.


"What are you doing?" Anthony looked up to see the unreasonably sexy hero
from earlier floating towards him.

"W-what?" He stammered. It was hard to think properly around her.

"Because it looks like you are stealing a pig." Heather continued.

"Oh." He said, glancing down at the piglet beneath his arm in surprise.
"I guess I am." He said, dropping it. The poor little thing squealed and
ran off.

"Why don't you come with me?" She asked, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.

Anthony muttered his invisibility spell, but before he could slink away,
the curvaceous hero teleported right in front of him and swung her arms
in a wide hugging motion to capture him. He was intensely aware of the way
her huge chest pressed against his. Her breasts were like oversized cannon
balls crushing into him. The painful sensation was surprisingly erotic,
and in the few seconds it took for her anti-magic field to burn through his
invisibility spell, he entirely forgot to struggle, not that it would have
done much good if he had.

"No so fast." She said, as his face swam back into visibility. She spun him
around and cuffed him with runed manacles that she drew from her cleavage.
The metal was quite warm when she cinched it around his wrists, a fact with
had Anthony stiffening despite himself. He had been pinched by superheros
before, but he'd never gotten a stiffy from it, so that was new.

Heather grabbed Anthony and teleported back to where she had left the Iron
Wytch. The woman was nowhere to be found. "Oh my god, really?" Heather said.
She glared at Anthony, "Stay here." She commanded.

Anthony stood in place as Heather walked off into the woods. He couldn't
help but appreciate the view as she walked away. Her pleated costume skirt
came 3/4 of the way to her knees. It was reminiscent of the armored skirt
that Cora Ducas the "Super Spartan" wore in her costume, though this new hero's
skirt was a few inches shorter and red instead of brown. Despite the similarity
of the garment, the armored skirt looked very different on the curvaceous
Asian because her ass was more than twice as big as Cora's tight buns.
In combination with her tiny waist, her wide hips and ripe rump caused the
stiff armored pleats to flare out dramatically. Due to this flair, the hem
of her skirt hung almost six inches away from her legs. The overall effect
was to emphasize her incredible figure without revealing too much skin
(although given her top, this woman clearly didn't mind showing a little skin).

As she walked, her hips swayed rhythmically from side to side, a natural rhythm
of her body which was exacerbated by her black high-heeled boots. The only
part of her costume which was not red, her boots came up to about mid
calf and had a heavy look to them. The four inch heel was made to look
a bit less aggressive by the two inch platform on the front of the soles.
Anthony was still impressed by how gracefully she moved and fought in them.
He never could quite understand how so many meta human women could tolerate
incorporating heels into their costumes.

Heather returned a few minutes later, dragging a struggling Iron Wytch
behind her like an unruly child. She grabbed hold of Anthony's arm and
smiled. "Well, shall we?" She asked in an annoyingly chipper tone.
The winked out of existence in that dimension and popped back into
being on their own Earth once more.


Anthony and Iron Wytch sat sullenly in their shared cell. Neither of them
had ever seen the inside of one of the League of Protector's holding
facilities before, and now they were about to get all to familiar with
the places. "You kids be good now!" Heather said with a smile, sliding
the handcuffs back between her breasts and walking away. Anthony almost
thought the whole thing was worth it to be able to see the way Heather's
skirt swished back and forth as her swaying hips made their way out the
door.

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"Hey babe," Heather looked up from her wheel and brushed a strand of hair back
with her forearm. She was just finishing up the vase in front of her.

"Hey," Cam replied, looking at his clay splattered girlfriend. Even though
she was wearing sweats she oozed sexuality. Her curves pressed against the
insides of her clothes, making themselves impossible to ignore. Her soft
lips made him think of her kisses, soft and sweet or fiery with passion.

"You look like you need a shower." She said.

Cam laughed, looking down at the black gunk which clung to his uniform.
It was one of the hazards of fighting space kraken. "That I do."

Heather's sure fingers made the walls of the vase incrementally thinner.
"Well, if you wait a little bit I'll just finish up here and then join
you." She said with a smile that promised all sorts of things.

"I won't argue with that." He said.

"Go on." She said, "get." jerking her chin at the door.

Cam was already diamond hard as he walked out of the room, his body
responding to the aura of sensuality that Heather's was putting out even
through her sweats. He got his suit off flew out to the wall of the force
field surrounding the fortress that he could wash off the worst of
the kraken blood in the briny water. For good measure he thrust his
head into the wall of ocean and shook his it around. That done, he
headed back to the bathroom.

Heather was waiting for him in the bathroom, still wearing her clay
spattered sweats. She looked his nude body up and down hungrily, lingering
on the bulging muscles of his arms and chest before focusing on the way
his massive cock was standing straight up like the mast of a ship. The
difference was that Cam's cock was far stronger than the mast of any ship
from the age of sail.

"Heather, I don't know if you should be standing downrange." Cam said,
he wasn't that worried that he might spontaneously cum, but if Heather decided
she wanted to give him a show that would become a real danger. Without
his super strong underwear a strip tease could get dangerous for Heather.

"You worry to much," Heather said, "Now can I have some help getting out
of these clothes?"

"Ummm, ok, but I reserve the right stop." He said, already hyper aware of
her body.

"Of course babe, now could you help me with these pants?" Heather asked
sweetly. She turned around and presented her rear to Cam. He was overwhelmed
with lust as he lay his hands on her tiny waist and slid them down over the
rapid swell of her hips where he hooked his thumbs through the waistband of
her pants. When he eased them down over her hips he realized that she wasn't
wearing any panties. His super nose could easily detect her wetness in the air.
He felt grateful for the fact that he seemed to have just as much of an effect
on Heather as she did on him. He was getting dangerously close to orgasm.

She turned around pressing her soft chest into his and wrapping her arms around
his broad torso. Her delicate hands slid down to cup his iron hard buns and Cam
could feel her nipples stiffen against his chest. Heather's erect nipples were
making more of an impression on his flesh than bullets did at the moment of
impact, though it was still entirely comfortable. "And my top." she said, her
eyes turned up to meet his, glistening with anticipation.

Cam found himself sliding his fingers beneath the hem of her sweatshirt and
pulling it over her head. She moved with him, raising her arms above her
head as he moved.

"What's this?" Cam asked. The corner of a piece of paper was peeking out of
Heather's right bra cup.

"Why don't you take a look and tell me?" Heather asked, letting the sweatshirt
fall to the ground.

Cam drew the photo out, it showed a digital display which read 9,187. Cam had
said that Heather needed to display more than 9,000 durability units before they
could have sex. "Is this what I think it is?"

"I don't know?" Heather leaped up and wrapped her legs around him, "What do you
think it is?"

His cock pressed up into the crack of her ass, and she began squeezing her
cheeks together with considerably more force than she had been able to muster
when she pulled a similar trick the first time she had seduced him. She leaned
down and kissed him long and slow, then she brought her hips back until the
tip of his cock was lined up with her pussy lips. The length of his member would
have made the maneuver very awkward if she wasn't able to cheat a bit with her
flight powers.

"Are-Are you going to get hurt?" Cam asked in concern. His organ was thicker
than a coke can along the length of the shaft, but the head was as big as a
softball. It looked like his cock would shred Heather's vagina.

Heather pressed her crotch against Cam's super cock with enough force to
liquefy steel. "Don't worry about that babe." Her flesh had become more
durable in more ways than one. Her skin and muscles stretched for far longer
before they began to tear. This ability wasn't very obvious because it took
so much force to actually stretch her flesh.

Of course, Heather was quite capable of providing that force so she flexed her
legs and her smooth pussy stretched mightily to slide over the tip of Cam's
cock. "Oh my god. Ooohhhhh." She groaned as she felt her nethers convulsing
in orgasm. It was finally too much for Cam and he painted the walls of her
womb with almost half a gallon of spunk. Her stomach visibly stretched out
but not a single drop of the stuff escaped the seal her pussy lips made around
the edge of his shaft. "Oh god baby, you're so huge." She gasped, "I can't
believe that was just the tip. Don't stop now." She grabbed his hands and
slammed them against her ass. The force of the motion forced her another
inch down his shaft, drawing new moans of pleasure.

With every inch of cock that entered Heather, she reached new heights of
pleasure. Her orgasm rolled on in one uninterrupted wave as Cam slid his
mighty member deeper and deeper within her. When she was halfway down she
leaned against his chest, panting, "I've never felt this way before."
She said, eyes alight with passion, "I don't know how much more I can take."
But her actions belied her words because she flexed her legs once more and
slid another inch closer to him. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." She vocalized, no longer
able to form words.

Cam was cumming just as continuously as Heather. His super powered body
recovered immediately as soon as each convulsive orgasm stopped. He had
thought he found Heather's body overwhelming before she engulfed his
manhood, but now it was like every nerve in his body was focused on perceiving
her. His super senses were taking in an enormous amount of information about
her body. The smell of her skin, hair, and sex were each individually
noticeable. His sense of touch was sensitive enough that he could tell her
skin had no imperfections, not just no visible imperfections, but actually
no imperfections down to a molecular level. He stared right into her eyes
and watched as her mouth moved open and shut in little involuntary movements.
Heather had been turned into a rutting animal, as desperate for him as he
was for her.

With a final heroic heave Heather slammed her hips down and fully engulfed
Cam. It had already been better sex than all of the other times she had
had sex combined, but Heather didn't plan to stop anytime soon. The force
of her orgasms would have left her a helpless quivering heap before she
got her powers, but now her pleasure tortured flesh could continue on.
She leaned forward, biting Cam's ear and then said, "Fuck me against the wall."

This fortress had been built by the same thing which had empowered Cam, so
the walls of the bathroom were able to stand up to the pounding Cam gave
Heather better than might have been expected. The tile still cracked,
allowing little bits of broken marble to fall to the floor every time
Cam thrust forward and slammed Heather's firm ass against the wall.
It only got a respite when he paused as he dumped yet another load into
Heather's womb, hips twitching and arms grasping at his lover's body.
If Heather had been capable of speech, she would have told him to keep
going, but the best she could manage to do was to moan.

Eventually, even Cam's ability to recover was exhausted and he turned
around to slide down with his back to the wall and Heather straddling
him. She kissed him urgently, her mouth moving with his, "Wow." She
said when she finally pulled away, "That was worth the wait."

"Was I any good?" He asked.

"Babe, you were the best I've ever had." She said with intensity.

Cam smiled, "I just thought, since it was my first time and all..."

"Oh, right." She said, "Well, in that case, you'll have to train
to get better." She leaned back and swept her hair back over her
shoulders, "And of course, training will mean you're going to have
to practice. A lot."

"I thought you said I was good." He said.

"Oh of course you were babe, but in order to develop your considerable,"
she smiled suggestively and dropped one hand down to wrap around his
still-hard shaft, "talents, I believe it is important that we
dedicate ourselves to an aggressive training schedule." She put her
index finger on her cheek, pretending to think, "You can call me
Coach Heather."

"Didn't we come in here to take a shower Coach Heather?" He asked.

She giggled. "I guess we did."

After they turned the water on, they really did wash themselves off
of clay, sweat and just a little bit of kraken blood, but it wasn't
long before Heather's playful full body scrubbing had gotten Cam
hard again. It turned out that their height difference made standing
sex impractical. Heather was pretty tall at 5'9", but the 11 inch
height difference caused by Cam's 6'8" frame meant that Heather's
hips were too low for convenient penetration. She was briefly frustrated
that she would have to wait until they got out of the shower before
enjoying her stallion of a boyfriend again, but then Cam pointed out
that she could fly and she levitated her hips up high enough that
Cam could easily slide his dick in from behind. Her orgasms started
as soon as she entered her, and it wasn't long before he was once
again pumping her full of spunk. She was already feeling a significant
power boost from the first time, and she couldn't wait for more.

It took more than an hour for them to finish up their shower.

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"Heather, you ready to go to this meeting? It's starting soon." Cam called,
adjusting his uniform. Cam was an on time person, but lately his decades
long record of punctuality at League of Protectors meetings had started
to slip, and he was determined to get things back on track.

"Yeah, I'm already dressed." She called back, "I'm just checking email in
the kitchen."

Cam walked in to the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend's
ass and fishnet clad legs. The fishnets were a new touch, he noted. Heather
was dressed all right, but she wasn't dressed to go to the meeting. When he
had shown Heather the costume synthesis machines in the League of Protectors
headquarters, she had designed two different costumes: one she intended to
wear while fighting super powered crime, and one designed entirely with the
rolling seduction of Cam in mind. For her crime fighting ensemble, she
choose a skirt modeled off of Cora's, blocky black boots and a crop top
which entirely covered her chest but left her arms and midriff bare. Her
sexy costume consisted of a couple of strapy 6 inch stiletto heels with a
noticeable platform, a skirt tiny enough that her ass was easily visible
any time she bent over even a little bit, and a bustier that seemed to
view obscuring an inch of cleavage as the greatest possible sin. After
trying on the bustier, she had declared that it made her boobs look so good
that it would be a crime not to wear it out, so she started wearing it for
both her costumes, which she had taken to calling her fightin' costume and
her slutty costume.

She stood in the six inch platform heels that were part of her "slutty"
costume, bent over at the waist so she could poke at the laptop that was
set on the rectangular block of super strong rock that they used as a
table. "I've been asked to audition for a role in a racing flick." She told
him, turning just enough that she could glance at him from under her arm.

Cam watched as the minute motion caused her ass to shift. He knew exactly
what she was doing, but that didn't mean he could stop it. He was already
fully erect beneath his uniform. The way she was bent over meant that the
bottom half of her ass cheeks were visible beneath the hem of her short skirt.
Given the upcoming meeting, Cam knew he should make an effort to stop himself,
but instead he walked up behind Heather and placed his hands on her hips.
She pressed her plush ass back against his body, immediately feeling the
hardness of his erection, "Oooooh, do you have a present for me?" She cooed.

"Babe, we should really get going." He said.

She flexed her ass, squeezing his cock between her cheeks with enough force
to crack an atom. Her black fishnets would have been ground to dust if they
were not spun from the same material as the rest of her super-costume.
To Cam, the force which would have destroyed pretty much anything else in
the universe felt impossibly erotic. "Yeah, but first you're
going to have your way with me, aren't you?" She giggled.

Cam grunted, there was no use fighting it. Heather's super strong thong
slid to the ground at Cam's telekinetic push, and he thrust a knee between
her legs, forcing them apart and eliciting a scraping sound from her heels
as they slid over the floor.

Heather gasped and quivered with anticipation. This was her favorite part of
the day, even if it did usually happen more than once a day. "Wait, laptop."
She said. The machine floated up off the table and settled on the counter
across the room.

Cam dropped his pants and lined himself up, then with a mighty thrust, he
entered his horny girlfriend. Heather moaned, "Fuck, you're so big." She
muttered. Even after months, it was still shocking every time Cam entered
her. His hips pumped and Heather's rolling orgasm began. It wasn't long
before Cam joined her, pausing to twitch against her with his shaft buried
to the hilt. He resumed thrusting a moment later, every pounding motion
bringing the lovers a little closer to the table. Eventually, the front
of Heather's hips pressed against the edge and she leaned forward to
press her torso against the cold stone. Her breasts flattened against the
hard surface and Cam continued to fan the fire in her loins with his
desperate pounding. Heather would have said she had never been happier
if she didn't still have the memories of what had happened that morning,
or the night before.

After a while Cam grabbed Heather's legs and spun her around his cock
like a top until she was facing him. She kept her legs straight so they
could rest on his shoulders. He looked down at her with the same sense of
surprise he always felt whenever he realized that he had a girlfriend and
that she was as amazingly gorgeous as Heather. Her pussy rippled around
his cock, milking his dick with the strength of hidden muscles, and he
came into her again. "That's right. Fill me up baby." She said, gasping.
"fill me up." She was delirious with pleasure. Cam grunted and began
to thrust, sending her breasts into a continual quake.

When it was over, Cam lay on top of Heather on the kitchen table while
she squeezed him to her with her arms and legs. "I love you, Heather,"
he said. "I love you, too," Heather said, "And I'm not letting you go."
She squeezed his to herself hard enough that he thought she might mean
that she wasn't letting him go from this embrace in particular. Her
pussy rippled around his cock lazily, and he felt his body respond,
shooting yet another gob of spunk inside her. With his recovery rate,
she could milk him all day (and sometimes had), but they really did
need to go to the meeting.

Cam pulled himself off Heather. It wasn't easy because she kept her limbs
twined around his body, but even her gargantuan strength eventually failed
as he arched his back. "No fair." She pouted up at him.

"We're already late." He admonished.

"Mmmmm." She sat up, "Worth it."

They got dressed hastily, this time Heather put on her more modest skirt,
then Heather laid a hand on Cam's chest and they winked out of existence.

"Sorry we're late." Cam said, clearing his throat and walking over to sit
at the long table.

Archmage thought he might have some idea about why when he saw that Heather's
legs, the second strongest on earth, were wobbling just a bit. Didn't she
normally wear some black boots, not those spiky fuck-me shoes?

================================================================================

Heather snuggled closer to Cam, her arm draped across his chest and her leg
thrown over his. As she laid her head on his shoulder, she felt the last of his
semen get sucked up by her flesh, fueling her powers. They lay there silently,
just enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies.

Eventually, Cam spoke, "You know, you don't have to be a superhero if you don't
want to."

Heather lifted her head up and looked at him quizzically, "What makes you say
that? Being super is amazing."

He brushed her hair back behind her ear, "I mean that just because you have
super powers doesn't mean you have to run around fighting bad guys."

Heather chuckled, "What, you think I'm afraid?" Her grin died when she saw
how serious Cam's vivid green eyes were.

"I think that you should be." He said, "I am."

Heather rose fully, sitting cross legged facing Cam, "Of what?"

"I'm always afraid that I'll get hurt, or killed, or worse that I'll have to
hurt or kill someone else." He paused, "I do that, you know."

"But you only hurt bad people." She said.

"Sometimes I hurt innocent people by accident. The sorts of forces my
enemies and I employ don't always stay contained. It's not always an
accident either. I've been doing this a long time, and I've had to face
impossible choices. I've chosen to kill. I'm not sure I always choose wisely.
I've been asked to do horrible things. I haven't always said no."
He slid sat up against the head of the bed and drew his knees up in
front of himself.

"Are you trying to scare me away?" Heather asked.

"No, of course not. I just. I don't want to see you get hurt. Being as powerful
as we are can feel intoxicating. Most of the time being a superhero is really
fun, and I feel like I would be lying to you if I let you believe that it will
always be like that."

Heather felt like her heart was about to melt right out of her chest, "You're
sweet." She slid over to him and kissed him softly, "I'm glad you warned me
about this, but I really do want to do as much good as I can with the powers
you've given me. The truth is that I was getting dissatisfied with my life
before we met. My greatest accomplishments have everything to do with how I
look and nothing to do with my skills. I was trying to get more serious acting
work, but no one takes me seriously enough. Being a superhero feels right. This
is a chance to do something more worthwhile than inspiring a few wet dreams."

"Considering the costume you've made for yourself, I would say you are going to
go right on doing that." Cam said with a chuckle.

"I only go on missions in my fightin' costume!" She replied in a tone that said
she was shocked at what he was insinuating.

"Babe, if I was a 13 year old boy and I saw you in your fightin' costume,
I would develop a super hero fetish for life. Heck, I'm 95 and I still might."

Heather giggled, "I've got to watch that silver tongue of yours Cam Young.
If I'm not careful you might talk me into doing *all sorts* of things a
respectable young lady should avoid." As she spoke, she pressed her breasts
together.

"Oh yeah, like what?" Cam said, looking down at Heather's chest amorously.
He crawled forward to pin her to the bed.

"I dunno." She said with mock innocence, wrapping her legs around his waist,
"I'm sure we can think of something." And that is exactly what they proceeded
to do.

================================================================================

Mike Torrens and Alison Wright walked up to a side door of Sony Picture's
headquarters. The security guard on the other side of the doors didn't
seem to notice them despite the fact that they were fully visible, so
Mike stood between the guard and the badge swipe terminal while Alison
cracked it open and crimped a little device to some of the freshly
exposed wires. The guard finally seemed to realize that something was
up right as Mike strode through the door and punched him out.

"Well, that was easier than expected." Alison said from beneath her
mask.

"Yeah. Let's continue with the plan." He said. Alison nodded and slipped
deeper into the building, making for the server room.

Mike hog-tied the unfortunate guard and sat down to keep watch. The guard
had been looking at something outside of the building, so Mike looked
in the direction that the man had been staring. Heather Chang looked back
at him in all her glory from a huge billboard. "3% Cash Back!" Proclaimed
the billboard above a picture of a Discover Card.

Heather was turned slightly sideways towards the credit card with an
expression of exaggerated surprise on her face, her full pink lips forming
a perfect O with one delicate hand raised to nearly, though not quite, cover
her mouth. One long fishnet clad leg was bent slightly, lifting her bulky
black high heeled boot off the ground, while the other leg was a sensual
pillar driving her weight straight down through the other heel. The
half-profile angle she was at made her curves incredibly dramatic. Mike
knew that her superpowers hadn't really changed her proportions, but
it seemed incredible that Heather's bodaciousness was the result of
the genetic lottery rather than her powers. Nevertheless, pictures of
the sexy superhero from before she got her powers were quite abundant
and she had always had the figure which was stretching the super-strong
red bustier nearly to the breaking point in the picture on the billboard.

The radiant glow of health and beauty she seemed to exude, however, did
come from her powers. Heather had been one of the hottest women in the
world before she got her powers, but she seemed to have gotten a little
something extra along with the ability to fly and bench-press mountains.
Now she was the unquestionable peak of female beauty and sensuality,
despite being nearly 40. Mike continued to stare at the billboard,
growing more and more aroused until he was sporting a rail spike
beneath his costume.

He thought back to the movie "Jennifer Kita: Birthright" staring Heather which
had just come out. In it Heather played Jennifer, a college student half her age
who spends a summer in Japan to learn where her family comes from. Jennifer
starts off the movie as the undisputed queen of the party scene at a massive
state school, but is quickly whisked off the Japan by the plot. Jennifer's
estranged father was part of a Yakuza associated racing dynasty, so she
quickly got caught up in an internal power struggle between two young
drivers. They both pretty much immediately fall in love with her, but
she resists being controlled by either. By the end of the movie she learns
to race better than either of them and takes over through a combination
of her racing talent and the sexual power she has over the Yakuza members.
Mike can't get the scene where Jennifer places one high heeled foot on
the back of one of her erstwhile suitor's heads and declares that she
is going to be running things now out of his head.

Mike tore his attention away from the billboard and partially takes on
his cat form to stand watch. His hears elongated and widened as all the
little sounds of the world around him come into sharper focus. His
nose receded into his face and turned pink. He can tell that the carpet
was put in just this year. His eyes turn slitted and grow in their sockets
as the world around him grows more and more detailed.

As he stood guard, his attention keeps getting drawn back to the billboard.
Standing guard is boring, and Heather Chang's figure was intensely
distracting. Mike became so engrossed by the billboard that he didn't
notice when another guard walked by on his rounds until after the guy has
raised the alarm. With lightning reflexes that are unusually slow for him,
Mike sprang on the guard and knocked him out. "Shit." He said, reaching for
his radio to call Alison, but it isn't there.

"Looking for this?" Heather Chang herself popped into existence a few feet
in front of him with his radio playfully dangling from one hand.

In person, she was even more beautiful. Mike's gaze got sucked down towards
the pale expanse of Heather's stupendous cleavage. The thin laces of her
bustier look wholly inadequate to contain her bounty. He shook his head
to get rid of the distraction, and fully transforms into a cat. The jungle
mind settles over him, clearing the last cobwebs of his sexual fascination
out of the way.

Heather was way to powerful to fight. He felt bad about abandoning Alison,
but without his radio there was no way he can warn her in time for her to
slip away. He only had once chance to escape. He charged at Heather, huge
teeth bared in a defiant snarl. The jungle wanted him to fight, to rend her
flesh. He could probably do some damage by taking advantage of her inexperience,
but you don't get to be a villain with as much experience as he had without
learning when to fight another day.

Heather braced for the attack, but when the 12 foot long cat crouched down to
spring, it flew over her shoulder and burst out of the door instead. "Really?
They should start calling you scaredy cat!" She said, teleporting a foot in
front of the fleeing villain with her hands on her hips and her chest thrust
out. His momentum was too strong and he slammed bodily into her. Heather's
soft looking curves actually were as deliciously soft and pliable as they
looked most of the time, but when in combat they became massive wrecking balls.
Mike bounced off of the breasts he had been lusting after a few minutes before
painfully.

"No slipping away scaredy cat." She said, taking one hand off her hips and
wagging a finger at him admonishingly.

Mike growled. Fine, if she wanted to fight, he would give her a fight.
He sprang forward and slammed his forepaws against her shoulder with
enough force to knock her over. His claws could cut through adamantine
so when he brought his rear legs up and raked his claws rapidly down
her body they opened up deep gashes across her breasts, belly and
legs. Heather screamed in pain as her blood spilled out onto the
ground in crimson splashes. She bucked up convulsively using her
flight powers to aid her, the motion threw Mike off of her and
she floated up in the air to get out of reach of the big cat.
Her wounds were already starting to close, but she was shaken badly.
Mike's claws had cut through her bustier in places, and several long gashes
split her skirt. Blood flowed freely down her legs and splattered on the
ground below. She tried to achieve the meditative state where she was
feeling the future like she had while fighting Iron Wytch, but it
was impossible.

Heather had underestimated just how far Mike could jump. A normal snow
leopard could have easily jumped up to where she was hovering just 30
feet above the ground, but Mike's cat form was filled with super strength
and he easily made the leap, rocketing up to slam into Heather. At least,
that's what he tried to do. Remembering a move that Cam had practiced with
her, she extended one legs and used her flight powers to spin around in
a powerful ax-kick. The kick didn't quite land right, just striking a
glancing blow on Mike's flank, but it was enough to disrupt his attempt
to grab and rake her once again.

"Super speed. I always forget super speed." She muttered to herself. The
world around her slowed to a crawl.

Before Mike could hit the ground, she rocketed down with both hands in
front of her to slam into him with a double punch. He twisted in mid
air to meet her, using his own enhanced reflexes and speed, but there
was nothing for him to brace on and he only managed to partially deflect
the blow.

He landed on the ground in a crouch with Heather close on his heels. Her
leg became a blur as she unleashed a kick that could have crushed the
engine block of an 18 wheeler, but she telegraphed it egregiously and
her form was sloppy. Mike easily bobbed back and followed up her attack
with a swipe of his claws along her flank, opening up new wounds. She
kept coming, throwing wild punches and kicks at super speed. The more
experienced villain managed to evade them all with subtle movements
of his lithe body. All the while he used his longer reach to punish her.

Heather screamed in rage and pain. This wasn't working. She was definitely
faster than Mike, but not by much, and his long reach and significant
experience were taking their toll all too quickly. Fast healing or no
fast healing, she wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer. She still
had a few tricks up her sleeve though.

She popped out of existence right as Mike was about to catch her in the
side of the face with his wicked claws, reappearing right above him. She
grabbed hold of his pelt with both hands and flung him up as high as she
could. In the air, she could maneuver and he couldn't. She waited for him
to reached the zenith of his arc before rocketing into him with two extended
fists. He managed to twist enough that she knocked him off at an angle
instead of further up as she had intended, but she adapted well, teleporting
in front of him and delivering a terrific kick that sent him tumbling even
further up.

Heather's plan was working perfectly. She continued to slam into him after
using her flight powers to build up a head of steam and her teleportation
ability to provide course corrections when he managed to turn her major
blows into glancing hits that sent him off course. At first, Mike managed
to twist and evade most of those big blows, but the treatment Heather
was giving him soon took its tole, and she started landing her big
double-punches in earnest. After she landed particularly heavy shots
in a row, he had had enough. Hoping she would realize he was giving up,
he transformed back into his human form.

Heather shot forward and caught Mike's tumbling form. He was covered
in purple bruises. She brought him back down to the ground and placed
him face down against the sidewalk. Somehow fishing enhanced handcuffs
out of her blood soaked and tattered bustier didn't feel as sexy as
it normally did. She cinched the handcuffs down around Mike's wrists
tightly.

"Sorry about the cuts." Mike said, his cheek pressed against the hard
concrete, "I just wanted to get away." Mike thought of himself as a
professional supervillan. Sometimes he had to hurt people, but he wasn't
like that wackjob The Sculptor or anything. He didn't enjoy it.

"I hardly even felt them." She said.

Mike laughed, "You would have gone down in another 30 seconds if you
hadn't wised up and realized that I can't take you in the air."

"I could still toss you up there and juggle you for a bit." She threatened.

"Nah, you'd loose points with your new boyfriend. He's got a thing about
excessive force." Mike said. He sounded totally comfortable with the situation.
Heather guessed he had been here before. "I could give you a few fighting
tips on the way to the LP lockup if you want. You've got a great set of
powers, and some decent instincts on how to use them. In a few years I won't
be able to fuck you up so easily on the ground."

"Aren't you even a little bit mad that I caught you?" Heather asked,
incredulous at his attitude.

"Nah. You gotta do what you gotta do. I'm actually a big fan of yours,
so if I had to be caught by someone, I don't mind that being you. You
were great in 'Jennifer Kita' by the way." He said.

"Umm, thanks." Heather replied. This was not how she had been expecting
the villain to react to being caught at all.

"Plus, you're definitely the hottest hero in the League of Protectors."
He said.

"Okay, enough chit-chat." Heather said, dragging Mike to his feet and
going back into the building. "Time to look for your friend."

"Oh, I wouldn't bother. She's long gone by now." Mike said. "And the best
part is, she had plenty of time to finish up while we were fighting, so
I still get paid. Double actually, because of the hazardous working
conditions."

Heather growled in frustration. That was why the bastard had been so
chatty. She dragged him all around the interior of the building, but
she couldn't find the woman anywhere. If she had had Cam's super senses,
she might have been able to find the hacker, but as it was she was SOL.

"Stop goddamn smiling. You're still going in the hole for the rest of
your life." She said to a smug looking Mike.

"I've been sent to LP lockup three times before, sweet cheeks. I doubt
this time will be the last." He said with a cheeky grin.

"No more talking." Heather said, jerking his arms up behind him painfully.

"Hey! Thats-" The rest of his protest was cut off when she teleported them
away.


"Heather? You Okay?" Ronny More asked. He was one of the guards at the
super-maximum security prison high in the Rocky mountains that the League
of Protectors used to keep criminals locked up (with mixed success).
The bodacious hero looked decidedly worse for wear. Her skirt and bustier
were torn and slashed in places, and blood covered the front of her body
in a half-congealed mess.

"Yeah, just pissed off." She said.

"Ronny! Long time no see!" Mike said with an impish grin.

"You ran into this asshole?" Ronny asked.

"Unfortunately." Heather replied.

"Good. He won't escape again. The warden thought of some new
protocols specifically to keep him contained the next time he got
caught." Ronny said.

"Oooooo new protocols!" Mike said, "I'm shaking in me boots."

Heather noticed that he actually did look a bit worried, which made
her feel a little better about the whole thing.


Cam felt the collar of his costume pulse against his skin in the
code he had programmed to indicate that Archmage was calling.
"What's up? I'm kind of in the middle of something." He said
making a sharp gesture with his right hand as he tore ten
more of the robots swarming around him to pieces with his
telekinesis.

"Dude, I think you might want to talk to your girl." Archmage
said.

"Why? What's happened?" Cam asked, concern creeping into his
voice. A spider-form robot scuttled up his chest and unleashed
a laser bomb point blank into his body. The concussion flung
Cam across against the cave wall. "Goddamnit." He shouted,
jumping out of the way of more laser fire and smashing
the big robotic tank which was producing it to bits with a
few hypersonic punches. "Sorry about that."

"It sounds like you have your hands full. She's perfectly fine.
No need to break off what you're doing, but I thought you should
know that she had a run-in with Mike Torrens and he managed to
cut her up pretty bad before she took him down. She might need
someone to process with. I'll keep her company in the mean time."
Archmage said.

"Thanks man. I'll be there as soon as I smash this power-core."
It was time to stop playing around. He crossed his arms over his
head and ignored the pain of multiple harsh impacts on his body
while he looked through the solid rock around with his xray vision.
Nothing these robots had thrown at him was enough to really hurt him,
so he was done fighting elegantly. It was time to lean on his powers
and go for the throat. When he found the power core, he took a massive
breath, sucking all the air out of the cave, and flew right for the
cave wall between him and the core. There was a quarter mile of stone
between him and his target, but there was no way it was going to stop
him.


"Hi Will," Heather said as she walked into the LP lounge rubbing her hair
with a towel. "You were right. Getting the blood off did make me feel a lot
better."

"It never fails. If you didn't have that anti-magic field, our showers would
make you feel even better after I put that rejuvenation spell on them." Archmage
replied. Heather looked as amazing as ever in her fresh costume. There wasn't
a mark on her glistening skin to indicate that she had had gashes running up
and down the front of her body just a few hours before.

"Yeah. It sucks that I can't benefit from blessings." She said, padding
over to chair next to him in her bare feet and curling both her legs up
onto the seat of the chair.

"I have something that I keep around for times like these." He said, snapping
his fingers to summon a bottle of pale green liquor to himself.

"What is that?" Heather asked the magician.

"This," Archmage looked very serious, "is the highest quality bottle of fairy
wine you will find in this dimension." Two glasses floated over from the bar
and the bottle filled each with a generous portion. Out of the bottle, the
wine was the color of day-old grass shoots and it was glowing faintly. A glowing
green liquid might be expected to look sickly and unnatural, but the light
emanating from the glass which had floated over to Heather's hands brought to
mind a spring day. The glow faded where her anti-magic field suppressed it.

"How can something taste like spring?" Heather wondered aloud after she took
her first sip.

"The fairies bottle seasons. This is a 1993 New England Spring. They only
take the good parts of a season, so spring vintages don't remind you of
mud and winter vintages don't bring back memories of shoveling out." Archmage
explained.

"Wow. That's amazing." Heather said, and took another sip.

"When I was an adept, one of my fellow students fell sick. She was possessed
by a demon of putrefaction, and the university medical mages washed their hands
of the situation. The only treatment was to astral project into her soul and
fight the demon where it was most comfortable, which was as likely to kill the
doctor as the patient. Being a student of magic is dangerous, and fully half
of my class died while we were studying. I didn't want to see another one die,
so I tried to save her."

Archmage paused and took a sip of his wine. "I studied for a week before hand
in order to master the rituals I would need for the treatment, and prepared
myself to face the demon. By this point, I had already banished some of the
minor nobility of Hell and felt that I could handle myself pretty well. As soon
as I projected into her soul, I realized that I was in over my head. Fighting
a demon in a soul it has inhabited for a long time is very different than
fighting one in the real world. I am a battle mage first not an exorcist,
and I didn't have the skills. This was a demon that the most powerful
exorcist in the University had declined to try to banish."

"The demon was on me the instant I entered its domain. It nearly possessed
me within the first moment we made contact, but my shields held long enough
for me to claw my way back out. I know this because of what the other students
who were helping me told me later. I was in a coma for 2 days after the attempt,
and the girl I had been trying to save died a day before I woke up."

"That's really horrible. I-I'm sorry you went through that." Heather said.

Archmage smiled gently, "It was a long time ago. I have come to terms with it.
Anyone who has been a superhero for any length of time has a story like this.
I'm telling you mine so that I can tell you that it will get better if you
choose to stick it out. You will gain experience and those sorts of things
will happen less and less, but they won't ever go away entirely. What we do
is dangerous, and the fact that you have powers puts you under no obligation
to be a hero. The man who wrote 'with great power comes great responsibility'
never had to pay the cost of that responsibility himself."

"Thanks Will." Heather said. "Everyone has been telling me that this is
dangerous and scary, but it didn't really hit home until today. I've just kinda
been doing it because I can fly around and throw baseballs into orbit now and
because I was bored of modeling, but I think I need to take some time to
figure out what I really want."

"There are no wrong choices here. You could do a lot of good with your
abilities, but you are under no obligation to do so. I suppose that's
not really a helpful thing to say. Choice can be a terrible thing."

Heather chewed her lip. "Yeah".

They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, relishing the taste
of spring, when the door opened and Cam walked in, "Hey Heather, are you
okay?"

"I'm pretty shaken up." she said, rising so that he could fold her in his
arms. His enveloping embrace made her feel safe and protected in a way that
she hadn't since the fight.

"I bet. The first time the shit really hits it is always hard." He said,
stroking the back of her head.

Heather squeezed herself even closer to Cam. She didn't want to ever let go,
but Archmage was still sitting 15 feet away watching them, so she stepped
back. "It's better now that you're here." She said quietly.

More loudly she said, "Have you had this fairy wine?" and offered him a sip
from her glass.

"Once or twice." Cam said, "Will usually keeps it under lock and key." He
paused to drink some of the green liquid. It's glow was now entirely gone
due to the combined effects of their anti-magic fields. "Wow, that's really
good."

"It would be even better if you two didn't leech the magic out of it."
Archmage said, taking a sip from his own glass.

"And you could give us magical costumes that fight crime." Cam said
jokingly.

"I totally could."

"Cam, do you mind if we go home? I'm sorry for being a party pooper,
but I think I need some down time after all the excitement."

"Of course babe." He said.

"I'm sorry to duck out on you, Will." Heather said.

Archmage smiled, "It's not problem at all. You've been through a lot."

"And don't drink the rest of the wine yourself. I think Hex is around.
You should share it with her." Heather said.

Archmage looked a little uncomfortable at the idea of approaching the
sexy mage with a half empty bottle of wine. "I don't know if she likes
me. I messed up her plans a lot back when she was not always on the side
of the angles."

"Duuuuuuuudddddddddeeeee coommmeee oooonnnn. She's got the biggest crush
on your. You're like half the reason she decided to try to turn into
a proper hero." Heather replied. She had had to deal with other women's
catty jealousy ever since puberty hit her like a freight train, so when
Jenny "Hex" Martin treated her welcomingly, she always made
sure to make an effort at friendship. Facilitating a tipsy evening with
Archmage would definitely get her in Hex's good graces.


As Heather and Cam flew away, Heather contacted Hex on her communicator,
"Just FYI Archmage is hanging out in the lounge with a half empty
bottle of Fairy wine. We just totally abandoned him, but I left him
with instructions to come find you. He's a huge nerd though, so he might
not do it. If he doesn't, you should definitely find him."

"I don't know, I don't want to be pushy." Hex replied. She was a quite
capable seductress, but she wanted any relationship she had with Archmage
to be founded on something deeper than lust.

"He's definitely interested, just a huge nerd."

"Wait, I hear someone coming. Later."


Heather and Cam rocketed into the surface of the pacific ocean. The water
parted smoothly around Cam, forced into a protective bubble by his telekinesis,
but when Heather hit the water a geyser shot up hundreds of feet into the air.
She had come to enjoy the moment of impact involved in entering Cam's underwater
fortress. She usually just teleported so that she could avoid getting wet, but
the plunge could be refreshing. They emerged from the wall of the bubble around
the lair a few moments later. Heather shook herself off using her super-speed.
She was still a bit damp, but no longer dripping. Normally she liked to dry off
slowly if Cam was around, using the opportunity of squeezing the water out of
her hair to tease him and relishing the way her glimmering wet body drew his
eye. Now though, she was too distracted by why had just happened to focus
on playing with her new boy toy.

They flew into the fortress proper, where Cam folded Heather into a deeply
enveloping hug. "How are you feeling now?"

Heather squeezed him hard. "Better." After a moment she pulled back and walked
over to the alien stone couch which dominated this room to sit down. For most
people it would have been an uncomfortable place to sit, but for the two
meta-humans it felt quite comfortable. "I guess I'm kinda freaking out that
I'm not freaking out. If that makes sense?" She said.

"I does." Cam squeezed her knee reassuringly. "I saw combat before I had
superpowers, which I think makes it a little different, but being a submariner
was kind of like being a superhero in a lot of ways. The first two times my
ship saw action, we got the drop on Japanese ships and let loose with the
torpedoes. They didn't see us coming, and it felt like they couldn't touch
us. The third time, they dodged our first two launches and came after us
with depth charges. The illusion of immunity evaporated as soon as the
first explosion rocked the boat, but I just kept doing my job and before
I knew it we had managed to escape. Afterwards, I was shocked by how calm
I had been through the whole thing. I felt like nearly dying should have
effected me more."

"Do you think it will all come crashing down on me and leave me crushed
as soon as the adrenalin wears off?"

"I doubt it. This sort of thing effects everyone differently, but you're
a strong person, Heather. If I thought you couldn't handle it, I would have
said something before now."

She chewed her lip, "Yeah. I dunno. I guess, I've been going about this whole
thing in too much of a happy-go-lucky way. It just seemed like a fun thing to
do with my new powers. There is this narrative about meta-humans out there that
they either fight crime or commit it, so I figured I would do the decent thing."

"I've seen some people pursue the superhero lifestyle halfway, and its even
worked for a few of them, but more often things wind up getting messy."

"So what should I do?"

Cam hesitated. He didn't want to make such a momentous decision for Heather, and
he sensed that in this moment she might yield to his much greater experience.
She was the best thing that had happened to him in his long and varied life,
and he didn't want to ruin that by pushing her to do something that she would
come to regret, "I wish I could tell you what to do babe. I really do, but this
is something were you have to figure out what you really want. I can say this
though: having superpowers doesn't mean you have to use them. I'll also say
this: I think you've already done a tremendous amount of good, and you have
the potential to do even more good. There is a selfish part of me that wants
you to turn away from running around in a costume giving bad people a
clobbering, but I'm also incredibly proud of what you've done already.
Whatever you choose, I'll be happy with your decision and support you
completely."

Heather considered this for a while, "You're right. I'm sorry I asked you to
tell me what to do." She took a deep breath, "I'm going to continue to be a
superhero, but from now on I'm going to take it much more seriously. For the
next five years, it's going to be all that I do. I won't take any more movie
deals or do any more modeling. I'm just going to train to kick ass, and kick
ass." Her voice had become fierce with determination.

Cam grinned. Despite his external expressions of neutrality on the subject,
he really wanted a girlfriend who would fight right along side him.
"You're still going to do pottery, right?" He asked, "I still owe some admirals
some of your bowls."

"Ha! The real reason you keep me around is so that you can buy off your
superiors! I caught you!"

"You caught me alright. Now what are you going to do with me?"

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Heather pulled on a pair of black boy shorts and a pink sports bra. The garments
were made from the same super strong material that her costume was made out of.
She could have worked out in her costume, but looking sexy in workout clothes
had always been one of Heather's favorite things about exercise. Of course, she
looked plenty sexy in her scanty costume, but she still loved the way her
bubble butt dominated the skin tight fabric of her shorts. The sports bra seemed
to be making such and effort to hide and suppress her assets, but that just
seemed to make the pneumatic beauty's breasts huge breasts even more obvious.
Heather was a study in erotic curvaceousness, and that was just as obvious in
this outfit as it was in her crime fighting costume. The casual workout look
was somewhat ruined when she put on her costume boots. She liked to practice
sparing with the heels she wore in her costume on her feet. Cora, her most
regular sparing partner, had tried to convince her to switch to something more
sensible, but Heather wasn't willing to compromise on her look that much.

"Hey Heather!" Cora said as the bodacious Asian woman walked up. As always,
she was struck by the sight of her friend approaching. It was easy to see
why anything with a dick started acting funny around the other woman. Heather
absolutely oozed sexuality. She helped her natural sex appeal along with a
wardrobe selected to emphasize her curves, but even when she was wearing
old sweats Heather was always the hottest person in the room. When Cora
was a younger woman she might have resented Heather for her beauty and
willingness to flaunt it, but now Cora just enjoyed teaching the other
woman how to fight.

"Hi Cora, how ya doing?" Heather asked the "Super Spartan".

"Pretty good. I had to help Hades deal with a containment breach yesterday.
That guy is an asshole, but he does keep a lot of nasty shit locked up."
Cora replied.

"It's one big shitty universe isn't it? Hopefully we can do our bit to keep down
the stink." Heather said with a grin that let Cora know she was joking.

"Yep. We would make Hercules jealous with our shit shoveling abilities."

"So did you have any techniques you wanted to work on, or do you want to get
right to sparring?" Heather asked.

"Let's work on some boxing for a bit. You're getting pretty good at using your
powers to fight, but I think you're neglecting some of the basics."

"That sounds like a good idea." Heather said, before teleporting away to grab
some pads.

They practiced at normal speeds for half an hour, taking turns holding the
pads and delivering half strength blows to each other's palms which could
crush the engine block of a car. They both had super speed, but the problem
was that Heather's speed was so much faster than Cora's that it would have
made the practice useless. Heather never used her speed when they spared because
it would let her demolish the more experienced hero with little effort and
just as little opportunity to learn. Fortunately, they were much more closely
matched when it came to strength. Heather's powers had stopped growing a few
months ago, despite her continual campaign to extract as much of Cam's
transformative seed from him as she could. She had ended up nearly as fast
as Cam himself, but only about a quarter as strong. Heather had an advantage
when it came to durability: she could (and often did) take a beating from
Cora all day, but Cora couldn't stand up to the same level of punishment.
Of course, Heather usually didn't dole out as much punishment as the more
experienced hero.

"So you ready to do some sparing?" Cora asked.

"Yeah! In the spirit of forcing me to learn better basics, let's say I'm not
allowed to teleport or fly." Heather said, knowing the restrictions were a sure
way to get beat up.

"You sure?" Cora asked.

"I gotta learn somehow."

"Ok." Cora replied, settling into a fighting stance and advancing towards
Heather.

The two women bumped fists, and Heather immediately threw a combination starting
with a jab to the face. Cora easily slipped under and around the blows,
controlling the distance perfectly until she could land a hammer of a right
cross on Heather's chin. One difference between normal fights and fights
involving super strength was the way that heavy blows blew the combatants
apart. Even though the way that Heather flew back against the tough wall of
the training room looked worse than if she had managed to remain in place,
it actually gave her some breathing room. She automatically steadied and
slowed herself as she flew backwards before remembering that flight was
off limits and allowing her momentum to bring herself crashing into the
wall. Still, the time she spent flying backwards was time that Cora couldn't
spend following up the blow.

Heather settled back onto the ground and ran forward to reengage. They continued
to brawl for a few minutes, with Heather getting the worst of it by far. Even
so, Cora was starting to get frustrated. Her busty opponent was taking a
beating, but Heather showed no sign of slowing down, and Cora was having
trouble establishing the sort of cascade of blows that she knew it would
take to batter Heather in submission. Heather pretty tough, and with her
healing factor would win a war of attrition eventually. To bring things to
a close before that could happen, Cora dropped her hips and shot forward to
scoop Heather's legs. Heather wasn't allowed to fly, so it would be harder
for her to escape from the ground.

Cora completed the takedown and immediately started using her momentum to
establish an even more dominant position at Heather's side. Heather put up
a good fight, but the complexities of grappling made Cora's experience even
more apparent and it wasn't long before Cora worked Heather into a shoulder
lock. Heather tapped out, and they got back to their feet.

Heather seemed a little skittish about getting taken down again when they
resumed fighting, so Cora pressed forward hard until she had pinned the other
woman against the wall and was able to set up a devastating rain of blows
on Heather's face and chin. Despite her incredible durability, Cora was
able to turn Heather's legs to jelly with a powerful uppercut and then
knock her tottering opponent out with a powerful roundhouse to the neck.
For an ordinary human, getting the lights put out by repeated blows to the
head would have been enough to stop practice, but Heather was made of sterner
stuff. Her healing factor meant that there was no chance of brain damage,
and that she was ready for round three after just a few minutes of rest.

Their third bought seemed to be going the same way that the second one
had been right up until Heather got backed up against the wall. Cora tried
to take advantage of the entrapment to tee off on Heather like she had the
last time, but something had changed. Heather seemed to anticipate what she
would do even before she did it. With a few subtle movements she created
enough space to escape, and then the two women were once again circling
in the center of the room. Cora advanced and unleashed a series of
punches and kicks that should have overwhelmed Heather, but instead the
relatively inexperienced hero dealt with each blow with expert precision.
No, it wasn't expert precision, Cora realized as she circled looking for
an opportunity. Heather's motions were actually quite awkward at times,
but they were always just enough to avoid a blow or land one.

Cora started to deliver a crushing thigh kick, but before she had lifted
her leg an inch, Heather's foot flashed forward and caught Cora's knee
on the inside, throwing her off balance. Heather slid into a switch
kick targeting Cora's opposite ankle and then the super powered spartan
was getting dumped on the ground, legs flying in the air. Heather rushed
forward to wrap her legs around Cora from the back and begin raining
blows down onto the other woman's head. When Cora stopped fighting
to escape, Heather stopped and got off.

"God damn. Nice job Heather!" Cora said after she had had a little while
to let her own healing factor do its work. Her healing factor was not
nearly as powerful as Heather's so it took her more time to recover.

"Thanks. I think I cheated a bit. It was another one of those precog
battle traces." Heather said.

"You've been getting them more and more lately. I think it won't be
too long before you learn to do it at will. Then I won't have a chance
at all." Cora said with a grin.

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Gemma had taken four years of Meta-human Disaster Preparedness in high school,
but as the years went on and she continued to avoid any run-ins with terrifying
alien hordes, she had started to think she would never need the lessons she had
learned. The last time she had run an obstacle course had been over ten years
ago. She became acutely aware of just how long it had been when the earth
began to shake and the cars in front of her began to shift as a hairline crack
split 3rd street down the middle and began leaking little gouts of hellfire.
A few cars drove onto the sidewalk to escape, but more fell in to the widening
crack.

Fortunately for Gemma, she was towards the eastern edge of the fissure where it
was not moving as quickly so she had time to grab her camera bag from off the
passenger seat beside her and run out of her Corolla before it tumbled down
into the clutches of the demon horde which was already boiling up out of the
breach. She was nearly hit by oncoming traffic as she ran towards the southern
side of the street, away from the hell gate, but she made it and took off
running. There were people all around her, screaming in terror and trying to
get the fuck away until the League could show up and get things under control.

A small winged shape swooped over Gemma's head and landed on the back of a
man in front of her, knocking him onto his knees. Without really thinking
about what she was doing, Gemma altered course and threw all of her momentum
behind a kick that she planted right in the imp's crotch just before it
sank it's claws into the man's neck. The little demon flew off of him, screaming
in rage.

"Fuckfuckfuck." Gemma said. Why was she so stupid? The thing was already turning
around.

"Come on!" The man she had just saved said, grabbing her hand and dragging her
back into motion.

She was hoping that it would lose her in the crowd, but she had no such luck.
It came towards her unerringly with an expression of intense malice on its face.
A hot gash opened up on her left shoulder as it flew by and slashed her. "You're
going to die, mortal! You're going to suffer!" It gave a high pitched modulated
shriek and more imps began to converge on them.

Gemma continued to run, but there was nothing she could do but scream and squirm
when two other imps helped the first grab her and fly up towards the roof of a
nearby building. As her feet rose off the floor the imps boisterously began
telling her all the things they were about to do to her. Most of them involved
fire or knives or acid or all three. One of the imps was explaining that he
knew a spell which would cause each one of her nerves to burn from the inside
out over the course on an agonizing half hour when they set her down.


Heather felt the cord of her apron come undone a moment before a pair of strong
hands cupped her slender waist and slid up to attempt to cup her prodigious
bust. She wasn't wearing anything besides the apron, so the questing hands had
easy access to her flesh. Of course, despite the size of those powerful hands,
they were entirely inadequate to cover her breasts. They still did their best,
kneading and hefting her feminine flesh in a futile attempt to make
simultaneous contact with the whole great expanse. Her nipples stiffened
immediately, and she could feel little tracers of pleasure running up and
down the nerves of her spine. She looked over her shoulder and smiled up at
Cam before pressing her body fully back against his and melting into his kiss.

A moment later Cam stepped back, "Sorry. I know you wanted my help making
dumplings, but I just couldn't help myself when I saw you standing there
in nothing but the apron."

"Yes, you should be sorry." Heather pulled the apron entirely off, "for
not finishing what you started." She floated up and wrapped her legs
around Cam's waist before grabbing his hands and placing them on her
ripe ass. She loved making dinner with Cam as much because of the
way they tended to get side-tracked as because of the way the food
turned out.

Cam carried her over to the kitchen table and sat her down on it with
a feral look of lust in his eyes. Both of their League communicators went
off at the same time. "Goddamn it." Cam said. They were both in do-not-disturb
mode, so this meant that something extremely serious was going down.

"Holy shit, a hell gate in downtown LA." Heather said. She became a blur and
a moment later stood next to Cam in her uniform. He did the same and Heather
took his hand.


Wrath climbed up from the depths of hell and looked around with glee. Finally,
he was free to make them pay. They would all pay. The demon prince stood
18 feet high and bulged with muscles that seemed furious to be trapped
by his taught skin. Veins and tendons stood out along his arms and
chest and his head seemed to be having trouble deciding between
that of a man and that of a dog. The earth trembled as he took his
first steps onto it.

As it turned out, Wrath's first step onto earth was also his last.
Two humans, a man with pale skin and a mane of red hair which glowed
in the sun and an incredibly curvaceous woman with long black hair,
burst into existence right in front of him and the red haired man
slammed a knee into Wrath's chin so hard that he was thrown back
into the air. He flew over the fissure through which he had just
come, but before he made it all the way over, the woman shot through
the air and hammered into his abdomen, sending him tumbling back
down into the depths of hell.

"Hey babe, I think that's your friend Gemma over there." Cam said,
pointing down the street a few blocks. He had scanned the situation
with his telescopic vision to get his bearings.

Heather looked, "Those bastards."


The imp Gemma had kicked had started working one of its claws slowly
under Gemma's index finger nail when all of a sudden all three
demons were ripped away with such force that they went up in bursts
of hell fire. It took a moment for Gemma to realize that the
scantily clad meta human who had just saved her was her former
model and friend. "Yuuyyy." Her mouth wasn't making people noises
yet. She tried again, "Heather?"

"Yep." Heather said. She sounded focused and intense. Gemma had always
known Heather to be a fun loving a mischievous person with a bit of
a poetic melancholy streak, so the intensity in her gaze came as
a surprise. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah. I'm okay now." Gemma said. The truth was, she was bleeding
from a dozen claw wounds and had three broken fingers from the beginning
of the imps torture. She didn't want to distract her friend any more.

"Stay here. I'll be back." Heather commanded before blinking out of
existence. Gemma had benefited from Heather's teleportation ability
when her super powered friend had used it to bring her home after a
night of drinks, but watching Heather repeatedly pop into existence
behind a demon and deliver a crushing blow, she had to admit that
the ability was more than just convenient.

Gemma watched in fascination as her friend fought. Sometimes she
disappeared from view for a while, but Gemma was mostly able to
get a good view from her rooftop vantage point. Dozens of heros,
like Heather and Cam, had showed up almost instantly, and more were arriving
every minute to join the fight. A few SWAT team hoverships arrived and
men in police battle armor jumped into the fray. It was clear that Heather
was one of the strongest heros in the battle. Wherever she went, demons
dropped like flies. She was mostly too quick to follow, but her preferred
approach seemed the be to teleport right behind a demon and clobber it
before it knew she was there. She only paused in her systematic destruction
of the horde to help other heroes and save police officers.

The battle raged on. It was clear that the League had a few members who
hopelessly outclassed anything these legions of hell had to offer, but
the demons kept coming in an endless tide. Not even Cam and Heather could
stop them all. Gemma was beginning to feel that it was hopeless, but then
bands of runed mystical energy began to form bizarre shapes around a flying
carpet which hung over the battle. An Indian man and a blond woman stood
on the carpet, hands weaving through a complex series of shapes as the
pattern around them grew. Gemma recognized Archmage, but the woman was
unfamiliar to her. The pattern of runes and energy pulsed powerfully
and a beam of light shot straight down into the rift in the earth.
The light was a color that Gemma had never seen before. The color
drove her to such distraction that she almost missed the way it seemed
to weld the earth back together, steadily closing off the space for
the demon hordes to pour out of.

The demons realized what was happening, and every one of them that could
take to the air did so, streaming towards the flying carpet. Heather began
popping in and out of existence among the oncoming flock of hellspawn
immediately, felling two or three demons a second. Even she wasn't fast
enough to stop all of them. Archmage and the woman that Gemma did not recognize
floated higher and higher to put more distance between themselves and the
attackers, but it seemed that they could not move too fast and still sustain
their spell. For a moment, Gemma was sure that they would be overrun, but
then she saw a small pterodactyl soaring towards where the demons were thickest.
When it got within 100 meters of them, it suddenly shifted, exploding in size
until it had become a massive golden dragon. Incandescent fire dripped and
spat from its jaws. It breathed in deeply and projected a huge cone of flame
through the demon horde, turning its sinuous neck to spray its fire in all
directions. When the dragon had completed its pass, a huge hole had been punched
in the demon horde. Surprisingly, it seemed that many of the larger demons had
actually survived the onslaught, but the dragonfire had cut down on their
numbers enough for Heather to hold the line. A few moments later Cam came
rocketing over and began breaking wings with his telekinesis.

Protected by Cam and Heather, the spellcasters were able to finish sealing the
hellgate. More and more heavily armored police and soldiers were streaming onto
the scene, and now that the gate had closed it was clear that the tide was
turning. Even still, the defenders of earth had their work cut out for them,
and the fighting went on for another grueling hour before the last pockets
of resistance were stamped out.


"Hey Gemma, can I get you off this roof?" Heather floated slowly towards
her friend. Despite the desperate violence she had just visited on the
legions of hell, Heather looked amazing. Of course Gemma had seen pictures
of her old friend in her superhero costume, but seeing her in person was
something different. The lace up bustier was just as overwhelmed by Heather's
NN cups as any of the lacy things that Gemma used to take pictures of her
wearing, and her fishnet clad legs looked incredible in her flaring skirt.

"That would be great." Gemma said.

"Let me take a look at you." Heather replied, as she noticed the wounds that
her friend had sustained at the hands of the imps. Heather hadn't really had
time to check on her friend after she initially saved Gemma from the imps,
but now she could see the evidence of their ministrations. "Oh, jeez that
looks nasty." She said, touching a gash on Gemma's arm.

Gemma hissed in pain at the touch, "Hey!"

"Sorry. Hold on." She said, before raising her wrist to her mouth and
speaking into a thin bracelet. "Hey Hex, a dear friend of mine got mixed
up in all this and got pretty banged up. Do you have the juice to heal
her."

"I'm pretty zonked from sealing the gate, but for you, I can take the
edge off at least. I'm headed down to give Clyde a hand. He may also
be able to help." The bracelet replied.

"Ok, I'll come to you." Heather replied, grabbing Gemma underneath the
arms and teleporting away.

"Don't come too close!" Archmage said when Heather popped into existence
above his flying carpet.

"You worry too much." Heather said, but she carefully lowered Gemma onto
the carpet without allowing her own body to come within 5 feet of it.
She didn't want her anti-magic field to degrade the spells keeping her
friends aloft.

"Hi I'm Gemma." Gemma introduced herself to the two magicians. "I know
Heather from way back."

"She was the best photographer I worked with as a model." Heather helpfully
explained.

"Nice to meet you Gemma. I'm Will Nadir, but you can call me Archmage if you
want." The Indian man said.

"And I'm Jenny, but you can call me Hex." The blond mage supplied. It seemed
that Heather was not the only curvaceous super hero who had helped defend
earth that day. Jenny did not possess the overwhelming sensuality that Heather
did, but in a different setting, Gemma might have pitched her on doing some
modeling.

Heather drew back and they flew down to the ground. On the way Jenny touched
the worst of Gemma's wounds, chasing the pain away with magic and knitting the
flesh back together.


"Are you feeling better?" Heather caught up with Gemma a few minutes later.

"Yeah, I mean it still hurts, but Hex really did an amazing job. I wish I could
do magic like that." Gemma replied.

"It is pretty cool what those magicians can do." Heather replied. She paused.
After a moment she said, "I'm pretty hungry. Do you want to go get food?"

"That would be great. I need an excuse to put off reporting my car totaled
by a hellgate."

"Great! If you don't mind, I know a great place." Heather said.

"By all means."

Heather reached out and touched Gemma on the arm. A moment later, they were
standing outside a shop with Cyrillic lettering on the outside. A bell rang
as they pushed their way inside. Gemma felt hyper conscious of the way that
Heather stood out. Already a tall woman, her high heeled boots made her stand
6'1" to say nothing of her skimpy costume. There was a brief rustle of motion
as they entered as the occupants of the room they had just entered turned to
stare at Heather. "What do you want? The pierogies here are amazing. They have
a bunch of different flavors. I like the beef."

"What is a pierogie?" Gemma asked, looking at the incomprehensible menu over the
counter in the vain hope that it would provide some sort of insight.

"It's kind of a potato dumpling. They are a Ukrainian thing, but we are actually
just over the border with Russia right now." Heather explained, "I think you
will really like them."

"Oh, that does sound good. I guess I'll have some beef pierogies then."

Heather smiled, "Great!"

They got to the counter, and Heather ordered in broken Russian. She had to
go over the order several times with the withered old man working the register.
Gemma thought it might have had as much to do with the way that Heather's
mouth-watering cleavage hung in front of his face as it did with her Russian.
Eventually they managed to communicate enough that Heather fished a little
clutch out from between her breasts and paid.

They went over to a table near the window and sat down. Heather did not seem to
notice or mind the eyes that tracked her to her seat. Heather had had an
exhibitionist streak as long as Gemma had known her, it was hard not to in
her line of work, but her new costume took it to a new level. Heather never
would have worn something this revealing so casually in public before she got
super powers. Gemma suspected that she was just no longer afraid of what lustful
men might do to her. It must be nice, she thought, to be free of the fear that
all women feel, at least a little bit, when walking home alone on an unlit
street at night. "So how have you been Gemma?" Heather asked.

"Well, business did drop off a bit when my most popular model ran away to
fight crime or something, but I've been working on developing some new talent,"
Gemma replied.

"Oh jeez. I'm sorry. I've been pretty selfish since I met Cam. I guess I just
kinda disappeared for a bit."

"No, don't be sorry. I think we both knew you were thinking of transitioning to
something else soon. I'm really glad you've found something where you can make
such an impact. I think it suits you."

Heather smiled, "Yeah, there was definitely a big part of me that wasn't
satisfied with modeling anymore, and being a superhero definitely doesn't feel
frivolous in the same way. Oh, I'm sorry." She reddened, "I didn't mean-"

"Don't worry girl, you good." Gemma cut her off. "I know what you mean. I'm
just glad you've found a way to continue sharing that magnificent body with the
world as you fly around doing god knows what."

"What do you mean?" Heather asked.

Gemma laughed, "You're honestly gonna sit there in that costume, all innocent
like, and pretend to not know what I'm talking about." She laughed again, "'What
do you mean?'" She mocked making quotes in the air with her fingers.

Heather giggled, "It is a little scandalous isn't it? Half the superhero press
thinks I'm Tarty McSlutpants, and the other half thinks I'm so #brave. I just
think it's hot."

"Well, you're not wrong there." Gemma said, "What does Cam think of it? He
always had such a boyscout vibe. It's funny to think of him dating at all, much
less dating a bad girl like you. Has he objected at all?"

Heather giggled, "Oh, I think he's still dazed from discovering sex." She
covered her mouth, "Wait, forget I said that."

"No no no. Did you just tell me that Cameron *fucking* Young, the hottest man
alive according to every teen gossip rag since ever, had not had sex until you
somehow managed to seduce him?!? No way. He's like 100 years old, and women have
been throwing themselves at him for ages!"

"I really shouldn't say anything. It's private." Heather said.

"Come *on* Heather, you can't just let a tidbit like that slip out and then
clamp down. Also we need to talk about the fact that you are dating a
geriatric."

"He's not a geriatric!" Heather objected.

"Oh come on, if it weren't for his powers, he would be lucky to be pushing
a walker around." Gemma said.

"Oh, the food's ready." Heather said.

"What? I don't see it."

"Wait a moment." Heather said, holding up three fingers and folding them
down one after another. When she put the last finger down, a man put
two plates up on the counter and called something out in Russian.
They got up to get their food.

"How did you know?" Gemma asked.

"I can see the future." Heather explained. "Well, some of the future, some of
the time."

"Holy shit, that's cool!" Gemma said excitedly. "So can you read my palm for
me."

"I don't think that is how it works. I just kind of know."

"Well have you ever tried it?"

"I guess not." Heather said, "I'll give it a shot when we finish eating."
She said sitting back down and placing her plate in front of her.

"Great! And in the mean time, you can tell me all about how you took Cam
Young's virginity!" Gemma said.

Heather groaned, "I thought you had forgotten about that."

"How could I forget about something like that? Come on. Spill." Gemma commanded.

"He is just so strong that it wasn't safe for him to have sex before, that's
all." Heather said, realizing that she would never hear the end of it if she
didn't give any explanation.

"Ah, so you got your powers before you met him then."

"Well, not really." Heather said. "Look, Gemma, I love you to death, but I
don't want to break down my whole sex life."

Gemma visibly deflated, but a moment later she brightened considerably, "Fine.
There are lots of other things to talk about like-" She paused to bite into a
pierogie "how fucking good these things are. Holy shit."

"Right?" Heather said.

They continued talking for hours, making up for the time they had lost while
Heather got swept up in the world of superheros. As they sat there, the little
shop filled up with a suspicious number of young men, which Gemma was certain
had plenty to do with the way Heather was so prominently displayed in the
large shop window. Eventually though, they put their plates away and Heather
teleported them back to LA.

"Let's do this again soon." Heather said.

"I'll hold you to that." Gemma replied before turning to go back into her
apartment.

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Heather popped into existence outside of Jenny Martin's (aka "Hex") house with
a basket of glowing purple mushrooms dangling from one arm. She held her
communicator up near her mouth, "Hey Jenny, I have those mushrooms you asked
for. Do you want me to come in?"

"Heather! Thank god! We have a major situation here. Forget the mushrooms."
The other woman replied.

"What's going on?" Heather asked. While traveling in other dimensions her
communicator did not always work, so she was out of the loop.

"Cam has gone insane. He's taken over the League headquarters and locked
half the League up in the metahuman holding cells! He is not acting like
himself at all, and his eyes are glowing red. I have no idea what happened
to him." Jenny explained.

"Right. On my way." Heather said. She popped inside Jenny's house long enough to
drop the mushrooms off (feeling a few defensive curses slide off of her
anti-magic field in the process). Next, she teleported home and swapped
out her skirt and shoes. She couldn't beat Cam in a straight up fight, but
force alone was not the only weapon at her disposal.

She was about to teleport right to the League headquarters, but then she
thought better of it and walked over to the bedroom instead. She still had
only minor control over her future sight, but she had had a little luck with
inducing visions through meditation. She was going to need all the help she
could get with Cam, so she got a plump purple meditation pillow down from
where it was stowed at the top of the closet and sank down into a cross
legged position. She tried to calm herself. Thoughts of impatience and
irritation vied for her attention. She allowed them to play out before
fading away, taking slow measured breaths which caused her full chest
to rise and fall significantly.

Between one breath and the next, a vision came to her. As it played
out her breathing grew ragged and her cheeks colored with passion. One
of her hands crept down involuntarily to push her skirt up and slid a
finger into her tight pussy. Her other hand rose to clutch her on
breasts tightly. She let out a low, needy moan as she saw what the
future had in store for her. Finally, her almond shaped eyes opened
and she stood on feet which wobbled for a moment. "Wow." She said.
This was going to be the most fun she had ever had foiling a villain.


Cam emerged from the sea into the bubble of air which surrounded
his fortress. His eyes glowed with a harsh red light and his face
was set in a mask of fury. He would show them all!

The front door shot open at his approach and he made a beeline for
the vault. He would get the weapon he had come here for and then
give the world something to truly fear.

"Cam, is that you?" His girlfriend's sexy alto called before she
walked around the corner.

"Don't try to stop me Heather!" He declared immediately, spoiling for
a fight.

Heather giggled, "Why would I try to stop you babe? I'll always be on
your side. We're a team, remember."

If Cam had been thinking straight he would have know that Heather was
lying, but with his warped perspective it made sense to him that she
would go along with what he was doing. He had given her her powers
after all. She was his. He grunted, "Good. Come with me then."

Heather grinned like a kid about to pull a prank and skipped up to
him. The motion sent fascinating ripples through her ripe bosom.
Cam felt himself stiffen at her approach. It was amazing that her
mere presence was enough to get him going even after they had been
going out for so long, but Cam's desire for her hadn't dimmed since
he had first seen her at that charity ball. Despite generally being
a very graceful person, Heather stumbled as she skipped up to him
and wound up falling into his chest, pressing the softness of her
bosom into him. "So what are we up to?" She asked, looking up at him
with gleaming eyes.

*Oh, she doesn't actually know yet.* He thought, "I'm tired of listening
to the puny mortals. The strong should rule." He declared.

Heather smiled, "Oh finally! I've been hoping you would say something
like that for a long time." Cam looked at her a little suspiciously, but
she just pressed on, "I've been happy to play along with my sexy boyscout
until now, but to be honest, I've started to get a little bored." She
pouted prettily up through her long eyelashes at him. Sliding her hands
up his biceps, she smiled, "It's such a relief that you're loosening up.
You're so powerful," she leaned in and laid a kiss on his bulging pec,
"a man like you should take what he wants."

"Yes," Cam's cock pressed through his costume and up against Heather's
belly, deforming abs that could crush a fire hydrant without moving. He
was so glad that Heather saw things his way. He had been so worried that
she wouldn't understand the need to rule the mortals like the others.
"I will make you my Queen."

Heather's nipples stiffened at his promise. Evil Cam was pretty hot. "Good,
I like a man who knows what he wants." She floated up slowly, dragging the
bare skin of her breasts over his chest, "What else do you want, Cameron?"
She kissed him, and he gave a wordless growl, pushing her down and spinning
her around with rough hands. Heather gasped at the brutal force of it.
Cam had always been gentile with her, or as gentile as he could be, but
now her comfort was clearly the last thing in his mind. He gripped her
waist tightly enough to hurt and forced her to bend over, lining her pussy
up with his softball sized cock head. With one massive thrust, he rammed
himself home in her hot womanhood. Despite her wetness, Heather felt a twinge
of pain as her possessed boyfriend slammed himself home to the root. The pain
was overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure as her tight pussy was stretched far beyond
the point when an ordinary woman's would have torn.

Ordinarily, Heather was an eager participant in her lovemaking with Cam, but
now her super strong body was overwhelmed by the full force of his unrestrained
power. It was all she could do to hold onto the wall and weather the storm.
With every thrust of his implacable cock, the former model felt a new orgasm
crash through her. Her eyes rolled back in her skull and wall shaking moans
emanated from her spread lips. After a few wordless minutes, she recovered
enough to speak, but rather than asking her metahuman ravisher to slow down,
she just gasped, "Harder! Fuck me like a man!" After that, speaking was no longer
an option. Goaded by the black haired temptress bent over before him, Cam
roared in animalistic fury and thrust even harder. He had been cumming the
whole time, continually filling Heather's greedy womb with his hot seed as
her body gobbled it up. Heather's powers had stopped getting stronger, but
she still loved the feeling of her body consuming Cam's seed.

It took Heather's red eyed boyfriend an hour to blow himself out enough
that Heather managed to spin around to face him. The sight of her
boobs seemed to set him off again, since it took her another few minutes
before she was able to lean up and wrap her arms around his neck. He
slammed her into the wall as she mashed her lips into his, thrusting
her tongue into his mouth while he continued to hammer away at her
pussy. She pulled back after a few seconds and kissed his shoulder, then
his neck. When he didn't react, she moved her mouth up to his ear and placed
her plump lips over his ear canal. Then with shocking suddenness, she sucked
on his ear, eliciting a bellow of pain from him, and pulling a tiny screeching
bug out of his ear. Before it could do anything else, she bit down on it, flooding
her mouth with a fowl tasting juice. The red glow in Cam's eyes faded, but didn't
entirely disappear.

He shoved her hard away from himself, slamming her head against the wall, but
Heather disappeared a moment later, popping into being right behind him and
pulling the same trick on his other ear. The loss of the first bug seemed to
have confused the other bug, so he was too slow to stop her. When the second
bug died between her molars, Cam's eyes returned to normal. "Oh, thank god,"
Heather said. She took a few wobbling steps away to spit in the sink.

"Heather?"

She turned to see her beautiful lover with an utterly shattered look on his
face. "Shhhhhhh, it's ok, baby," she walked over on unsteady legs.

"I-I-I raped you," he sank to his knees.

"No, it wasn't you," she folded herself up to plunk her butt down on top of
his thighs, wrapping one arm around his neck, "and besides, I had a good time."

"Y-you did?"

She kissed him, "yeah, you're pretty hot when you're evil."

Cam got a troubled look in his eyes.

"Ummm, baby? You ok?"

"You like that?" there was an accusatory note in his voice now.

Heather pulled back, a little stung, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Is that all you want from me? You want me to be *that*?"

Heather stood up. Her legs were feeling strong again thanks to her healing
factor, and her plump lips pressed together in irritation. "I just saved
the world from *you*, mister. You want to cut me a little slack?"

Cam just looked at her coldly, "You just want me for my body, don't you?"

"What?" Heather blinked rapidly, "no, that's not- No! Cam, how could you
say that? I'm sorry, I just-" she blinked out of existence, leaving Cam
alone in his fortress at the bottom of the sea. He bellowed and punched
the air where she had just been standing in frustration, creating a
sonic boom that rattled the whole fortress.

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Cam walked along the rocky shore, occasionally stopping to pick up a rock the
size of his chest and send it skimming out over the ocean for miles. He was
a jumbled mix of anger and regret. The memory of Heather's obvious enjoyment
of what he had done to her while under the influence of the bugs made him
feel betrayed. It was almost like she had cheated on him. A part of him thought
that she couldn't have stopped him without the deception, but he still couldn't
get her wanton moans out of his head. Even though his cum had made the curvy
model incredibly tough, Cam had always held back, but it turns out he didn't
have to any more. He realized part of his resentment came from jealousy at his
possessed self for being able to let lose like that. The thought of fucking
Heather like that again filled his massive manhood with blood. Even mad at her,
Cam found the thought of Heather an incredible turn on.

A red streak appeared on the horizon and Cam sat down to better hide his stiffy.
Archmage drew near and stepped off of his carpet, "Hey man, how you doing? I
brought beer." The Indian wizard tossed Cam a craft brew.

"Thanks," Cam said, not looking at his friend.

"Jenny told me you and Heather were on the outs. Feel like talking about it?"

"No."

"Want me to go?"

"No."

"Okay then." Will Nadir plunked himself down next to his friend, though not
so close that Cam's anti-magic aura would leave him helpless.

For a long time the two men just sat and looked out at the sea sipping their
beers occasionally. Cam finally broke the silence with, "I think I may have
fucked up."

Will nodded, "Yep."

"You don't even know what happened!"

"Ok, what happened?"

"Heather, umm, used sex to distract me when I was influenced by some weird
mind control bugs."

"The ones that made you lock us all in the League jails?"

"Uuuhhhhh, yeah, those ones." Cam looked troubled for a moment. "Anyway, umm,
she, you know, well, distracted me and then took the bugs out before I could
stop her."

"Sounds like she did a lot of good. Why the fight?"

"Well I said some stuff to her after."

"Like under the influence of the bugs?"

"No, right after she killed them."

Will sucked his teeth, "well, no excuses then."

"Yeah, I just, it wasn't really me when those bugs were in my ears, so
it felt almost like she was cheating on me. That's what got me so mad."
Cam picked up a pebble and flicked it into the ocean.

"Yeah, I can see that."

"But she wasn't really. I shouldn't have reacted like that, or, I dunno.
I'm just pissed off and confused. I don't like it."

"Do you want to break up with her?"

"What? No!" Cam reacted immediately.

Will nodded, "Then my advice is to go apologize as soon as possible.
Agree with everything she says and just keep apologizing. That's the
secret to women my friend. The longer you let her stew, the worse it
will be."

Cam looked at his friend mulishly, but then his expression softened.
"Fuck, you're probably right." He sighed and stood up before rocketing
off into the sky.

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"The way he looked at me, like I was just some floozy," Heather brought an elegant
hand up to wipe away a silent tear while Gemma rubbed her back, "it was just, like,
so fucking cold."

"It's ok babe, you don't need him. Men are bastards." Gemma paused for a moment and
then said, "Women are bastards too come to think of it."

"It was like, looking in his eyes- Maybe I shouldn't have done it?"

"Don't say that, you were stopping him from doing a lot of damage the only way
you could."

"But I shouldn't have had so much fun! He remembered, and, and-" Heather was
crying in earnest now. "How could he have said that to me!? 'you only want me
for my body'. What the fuck is that? It's like I'm supposed to be some Victorian
bitch who barely tolerates sex now?"

Gemma just gripped her friend awkwardly by the shoulders and kept making meaningless
though reassuring noises as Heather complained.

They were startled by a loud bang and the sight of Cam appearing in the parking lot
outside Gemma's apartment. He looked down his hand and immediately jetted off.
At the sight of him fleeing, Heather lept up from Gemma's couch and rushed out the
door, "Cameron Young! Don't you run away from me!" She teleported right in front of
the fleeing super.

"Ummm, hi Heather," he said sheepishly.

"Ummm, hi Heather," she echoed back sarcastically.

"I was coming back, it's just that the flowers got shredded on the way over."
He opened his hand to reveal some thoroughly pulverized rose stems. Any part
of the flowers that hadn't been protected by his large fist had been torn
entirely off by the speed of his passage.

"You got me flowers?"

"Yeah, 'I'm sorry' flowers." He held out his hand and Heather picked up one of
the rose stems.

"Oh," holding the bedraggled stem, she realized how much she wanted the fight
to be over.

"I shouldn't have said that to you. You, you didn't do anything wrong. I was just
mad at myself for behaving that way."

"But you were under the influence of the bugs. They were controlling you," she said.

"They weren't really though. It wasn't like they were using my body as a robot, they
were just making the worst parts of my personality more powerful. I'm- I'm not always
a good person, and I guess in the moment I felt like you didn't care that I was
evil. I shouldn't have reacted that way though. It wasn't fair after you had just
saved the world from me." He ran a hand though his fiery red hair.

"So you thought this relationship was just physical for me?"

"I'm sorry Heather, I shouldn't have said it."

Heather crossed her arms, "but did you really think that?"

"No!" Cam paused, he didn't want to lie to her. "I don't know. At the time, I guess
I did. I wasn't thinking straight though! You're the best thing that's ever happened
to me. I mean it."

Heather looked at him, torn between feeling mad and just wanting the fight to be
over. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Before I met you, I didn't really know how to loosen up. I've always been
so focused on doing the right thing that I didn't know how to live. You've-
you've taught me how to live Heather."

After that Heather couldn't stay mad at him. She floated over and let him wrap
her up in a powerful hug, burying her face in his broad chest. "You have a silver
tongue, mister."

"I'm just reporting the news."

"You're the best person I know Cam. Everyone owes you an enormous debt, but I
think I owe you an especially big one. I was searching for something new to do
with my life when I met you, and I've found it in protecting people." She turned
up to face him, "You don't get friends like Will without being a pretty special
person, even without all the powers. I love you for so much more than your body.
You know that right?"

Cam leaned down and kissed her, "Yeah." He grinned, "you still like my body
though right?"

"Ohgod, so much," she grinned, giving his ass a squeeze and snuggling even
closer to the musclebound hero.

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// Cam tells Heather about Nagasaki, she is stunned but forgives him.

// Cam goes to see his shrink and tells the guy that he no longer wishes for
// bad stuff to happen so he can deal with it. The shrink suggests that they
// stop seeing each other quite as often.

// Cam proposes to Heather in the aftermath of a big battle
