
Summary: Archon's enemies have finally devised a scheme to kill him,
but there still might be a way for him to escape.



Diesel's rocket boots thundered with power to ram her ten-ton mech
through the air. Her HUD flashed with half a dozen angry icons indicating
hostile contacts, but she was more focused on the four missiles knifing
towards her from the closest alien vessel. She was already releasing
flairs from the back of her mech, and she rolled in the sky, using thrusters
set in the mech's torso to perform the maneuver. She took the time
to point her arms back and release two missiles of her own before refocusing
on her evasive maneuvers. She was lucky her powers included some physical
enhancement, because there was no way she could have withstood the
g-forces she was having to endure to escape the alien missiles otherwise.

She wished she was in a more aerodynamic mech rather than one as bulky
as the suit she was in now. If she was like most other tinkers, she could
have summoned one of her alternative designs from her workshop, but none
of Diesel's vehicles had sufficient fuel capacity on their own. Diesel
was the fuel tank for her mechs. Of course that meant that unlike everyone
else, Diesel didn't have to worry about the rocket equation. She could
pack a lot more power into her designs than any normal flying machine
could manage. Now, she used that advantage to plow though the air
like a bull.

Diesel nearly blacked out from the hard turns her mech made, but in the
end she managed to get two of the alien missiles to lose lock and take
out the other two with laser arrays from her mech's hands. One of her
own missiles found its target and her sensors registered the alien
fighter blowing up a dozen miles behind her. She didn't have time
to dwell on the victory though because two more alien fighters had
drawn within striking distance. They each belched eight missiles in
rapid succession. Apparently, having seen what had happened to their
companion, they had decided to overwhelm her with numbers.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Diesel switched to automatic evasive maneuvers
and enabled proximity eject. Her cockpit tightened around her
and she eyed the status indicator for the protective foam that would
fill her cockpit to lock her in place while her mech's computer took
her through a randomized roller caster ride she wasn't going to be
able to remain conscious through. She didn't have many flairs left.

"You're gonna dump your missiles, you fuckers? Let's see how you
like it?" She was pretty sure this mech suit wasn't going to make
it, and if her eject procedure didn't work out, she might not make
it either. There was no point in holding back now. Doors and sliders
popped open all over the surface of her mech and 27 missiles tumbled
away from her. One advantage that came with the ability to dispense
with fuel tanks, was the capacity to store a lot more munitions.

Her vision was starting to dim when her sensors picked up the distinctive
signatures of Archon and Golden Goddess rocketing towards her and
the alien fighters. The pair were two of the strongest superheros alive.
Both were core members of the Defenders. Golden Goddess was probably one
of the ten most powerful metahumans alive, but Archon was in a league all
on his own. With too many powers to count, the blond hero was the Defender's
ultimate trump card. No one could stand against him.

Relief flooded through Diesel as Archon arched towards her and the missiles
on her tail were blown out the sky before he had even gotten within 5 miles
of them. Golden Goddess had already gone after the fighters that had been
circling around Diesel like sharks. Diesel disabled automatic evasive maneuvers
and proximity eject, then spoke on the Defenders comms channel. It was
one of the few secure comms that Diesel couldn't hack, so it was fortunate
Magic Eye had let her in for the duration of the alien attack. "Boy am
I glad to see you guys."

"Heads up Diesel, there's something big above us. It's cloaked." Golden
Goddess replied.

"Thanks, want me to try to punch through? If I get an image I can highlight
it for you." She knew Archon would already be able to see it with his true
sight.

"Yes, if you can."

"Will do," Diesel rolled on her back and blasted a wave of radiation upwards,
trying to find some point in the EM spectrum where the presence above her
was detectable. It took her a while, but eventually she was able to get a read.
She threw together a quick script to start forwarding the data stream to
Golden Goddess's communicator. The cloaked ship was much larger than the
fighters had been, and there was something ominous about its inaction as they
turned their attention on it.

By the time she had finished, Archon was already arcing upwards towards the
looming invisible ship. She had seen him blast it a few times already, but
it managed to shrug off his first probing shots. Anything that could withstand
a blast from Archon wasn't something Diesel would be able to deal with, but
she still rocketed after him in case the view she was giving Golden Goddess
could help. When they got their, Archon was already blasting into the thick
armor of the ships hull. The looming behemoth still wasn't doing anything
as Diesel and Golden Goddess took up station next to Archon. Golden Goddess
added her own energy blasts to Archon's. Diesel thought about adding her
laser batteries to the mix, but it would just be a rounding error.

"Why isn't it doing anything?" She wondered.

"Don't know. Let's hope it stays that way," Archon said.

"Not likely," Golden Goddess replied.

"We're making progress,"

"A lot slower than I would like,"

All of a sudden, shield generators flickered on surrounding the massive ship,
with the three heroes inside the boundaries of the energy screen. "Guys? I
think it wants to make sure we don't leave."

"Yeah, let's get the fu-" Golden Goddess was cut off when the shield flashed
a blinding white. The next moment, they were surrounded by stars and both
Archon and Golden Goddess were gasping for air. Most of Diesel's sensors had
been damaged by the flash of radiation.

"Fuck, fuck," Diesel flew over and scoped up the two gasping heroes. Fortunately,
her rescue pods were still able to open their doors. She put Golden Goddess in
first, knowing that Archon's healing abilities would keep him alive, even if
the vacuum hurt him, then focused on rescuing the world's most powerful hero.
She didn't have much reserve air, so with an effort of will, she stopped generating
fuel with both breasts and switched to generating liquid air with her right breast
for long enough to fill up her reserve tank before switching it to pure liquid
oxygen so she could continue to burn fuel in the vacuum. "Are you guys ok?"

"I'm fine," Archon reported.

"Golden Goddess?" Diesel asked. She pulled up the camera pod for Golden Goddess's
rescue pod. The powerful superhero looked much worse for wear. Normally, she
looked every bit the blond supermodel that her hero name evoked, but now
she was covered in angry red burns from the flash which had accompanied the
teleportation into space and her breath came weakly and raggedly as she
sagged against the tight walls of the pod. "Archon, I think we better melt
our way into that ship as soon as possible so you can heal her. I don't have
airlocks on these pods, so I don't want to open them up until we can get
some atmosphere. You ready to go back out there."

"This is gonna suck, yeah, I'm ready. Stay with us Amelia," he said. In addition
to working together in the Defenders, Archon and Golden Goddess had been dating
for nearly a decade, and Diesel could hear the determination in Archon's
voice to save his girlfriend. Diesel opened the door of the rescue pod.

The air left Archon's lungs, but he flew forward with determination, relying on
his healing factor to keep his blood oxygenated. He blasted the hole he and
Golden Goddess had been working on before the ship teleported, melting the incredibly
tough armor steadily. Eventually, the glowing metal ruptured and a great rush of air
left the hull. He had to keep working for a while longer to make an opening big
enough for Diesel's big mech to fit through, but eventually he managed it.

Diesel flew carefully through the glowing opening, and turned. Switching both breasts
to release liquid nitrogen, she hosed down the glowing metal to cool it enough that
she could spray a fast hardening foam over the opening, sealing them inside. With
that done, she switched from liquid nitrogen to liquid air and said, "Hey Archon,
help me repressurize by heating this up for me," before spraying the liquid air in
front of him so he could warm it with some gentle energy blasts.

When the pressure had climbed sufficiently, Diesel opened Golden Goddess's rescue pod.
Archon immediately rushed to her and took control of her powers, twisting them until they
became a copy of his fast healing ability. Many of Archon's most powerful abilities
had to do with the fact that he could effect the powers of other metahumans, either
by nullifying them, amplifying them, or by changing them to match any of his own
powers. Within moments, Golden Goddess had returned to her usual glamorous self, and
Archon released her.

"I'm surprised no one has showed up to repel borders yet," Diesel commented. She had
positioned herself in between Golden Goddess and the core of the ship while Archon
healed his girlfriend in case an attacker came while the recovering hero could not
defend herself.

Archon cast about. "That armor blocked my xray vision, but now I can see through the
whole ship. I don't see anything that looks like a life form."

"AI ship?" Diesel speculated.

"Gotta be. I don't see any sort of combat robots or even defensive turrets that could
present a danger to us though."

"Then, I think I'll get out of this mech. I don't know how much longer she can keep
walking and I don't want to fill the place up with fumes," Diesel said. She turned
away from the other heros and chest of the massive mech opened up. Diesel pulled her
arms out of the control sleeves and tugged off her helmet before reaching down to
detach the heavy fuel hoses clamped to her nipples. She allowed herself a moment to
massage her sore nipples before pulling a sports bra from the pouch in her cockpit
and pulling it over her massive bust. She worked her wide hips up and out of
the seat and climbed down, grabbing a tool belt wide enough that it completely
covered her spandex shorts when she clipped it on.

When she walked back around her mech, she noticed the way Archon's eyes briefly flickered
down to her cleavage and became more aware of just how skimpy her outfit was. Of course,
lots of capes wore some pretty skimpy costumes, but even among a group of people whose
physiques tended towards "heroic proportions", Diesel's curves were absurd. Before she
got her powers, Diesel had been a slip of a thing, just 4'10" and 80 pounds on a good day.
Powers often take the form of an initial power, plus secondary supporting powers, and when
Diesel had become a strong tinker missing any sort of knack for advanced energy systems,
the secondary power she had gained to make up for that lack had been massive breasts that
could lactate any mundane liquid. Her hips and ass had expanded right along side her bust, so now
while she was still 4'10", her massive curves and thick thighs had made the short stack
double in weight. Diesel had been a shy nerd before she got her powers, in some ways
she still was, but she had found that she enjoyed her hentai figure nearly as much as
her powers. A part of her felt a thrill of dark delight at the way Archon had briefly
looked at her. The fact that he had done so in front of his girlfriend somehow made he
even more thrilling. Diesel put the thought out of her mind, "If no one's home, let's
try to figure out how to turn this hunk of junk around."

"You're the tinker, lead the way," Golden Goddess said gesturing for Diesel to walk
past them.

"Archon, can you see anything that looks like a bridge or control room?" Diesel
asked.

He looked around, "No, not really."

"This thing at least has an engine room right?"

"I don't know I think maybe that way. It's not like anything I've ever seen before."

"Can you lead us there?"

"Sure," he said.

They wove their way through a series of hallways, melting through hatchways whenever
they got to one. Eventually, they found themselves in a cramped room squeezed
in on all sides by protrusions of strange and massive machines which clearly
extended into the surrounding space. "You know that power-warping thing you do?"
Diesel asked Archon.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Can you turn my secondary power into xray vision?"

"I thought you were a straight tinker," Golden Goddess spoke up.

"I'm mostly a tinker, but I'm not very good with energy sources, so I got a
secondary power to make up help me fuel my stuff," Diesel explained.

"Oh, I didn't realize. What is it?"

Diesel was a little annoyed by the question. It wasn't considered polite to
push people about their powers. She decided she should take it to mean that
Golden Goddess considered them to be part of a team, which in this case it
seemed like they were. Still, there was a reason she didn't talk about her
secondary power much, "I um, my body can generate infinite fuel."

"Oh, neat. Seems useful."

"Yeah, it can be. Anyway, Archon, you mind?"

He placed one of his big hands on her bare shoulder, and Diesel felt her
ability to control her extensive milk glands and what came out of them
disappear. A moment later, she found she was able to see through most of
the mechanisms of the ship. Her mind spun, trying to make sense of the
alien machinery, but the spark of inspiration which so often struck
was nowhere to be found. It was all so strange and advanced. There were
only a few parts of it that made any sense to her.

"You think you can turn it around?" Golden Goddess asked.

"Umm, it's pretty different from anything I've worked with before. It's
going to take me a while longer."

Diesel and Archon stood like that for several hours. They made a funny
pair, what with Archon standing a towering 7'4", so tall he nearly had
to duck, and Diesel only coming midway up his solar plexus. Archon
quickly grew bored while Diesel studied the machinery. Golden Goddess
had sat down against the wall to play the snake game that Magic Eye
had put on their communicators, but Archon had to keep one hand on Diesel,
so he couldn't easily play with his watch like that. Instead, he mostly
stared at the wall and tried to avoid thinking about the fact that his
position afforded him an incredible view down the top of the busty short-stack
in front of him. For the most part he succeeded in focusing on the bulkhead
in front of him, but his eyes darted down to Diesel's bosom a few times, and
even when he wasn't glancing down he was always aware of the dark chasm between
the shorter heroes' breasts in his peripheral vision. To his shame, he could
feel his dick stiffen slightly into a semi chub soon after the second time he
glanced down, and despite his best efforts he was unable to completely
tame his manhood in the hours afterwards.

Finally, Diesel broke the silence, "I don't think I'm going to be able to
figure it out right now. Let's take a break and then I can try again."

"Ok," Archon withdrew his hand from her shoulder and her vision returned
to normal while she felt her milk glands power back up.

"I kinda gotta pee, you see anywhere we could do that in here babe?"
Golden Goddess asked.

"Not really," Archon said after looking around.

"How bad do you have to go? I have a waste processing system in my mech that
I can pull out for us to use," Diesel volunteered.

"I can hold it for a while. Can you work quick though?"

"I'll do my best. Let's get back there so I can get started." Diesel turned
to head for the door. The engine room was cramped enough that her wide hips
had to brush up against Archon as she pushed past the bulky hero.

Golden Goddess was squirming by the time Diesel finished pulling her filtration
system out of her mech enough that the leggy blond hero could climb up and use
it. Diesel's cockpit was tailor made to fit the shorter tinker like a glove,
and Golden Goddess would not have been able to use it while it was still installed.

"I'm glad we have you along," Golden Goddess said when she finished and walked
back around the mech to where Diesel and Archon were standing.

"Thanks!" Diesel chirped. "Everyone loves a tinker!" The wiz kids of the superhero
world were invaluable team members, serving as force multipliers for any group of
metahumans they joined. Super teams were always eager to recruit tinkers, and tinkers
were generally happy to join for the access to raw materials it gave them.

"That's for sure," Archon said.

"Now if only I could figure this stupid ship out. Before I do that I should probably go
grind some glasses. I don't want to wear these HUD contacts for too long, and it
seems like we are gonna be here a while. I'm blind as a bat without 'em." With
that declaration she headed over towards her mech to see what parts she could
cannibalize to maintain her vision.

Once Diesel was out of view, Golden Goddess walked over and pressed herself against
Archon. Though she was pretty tall for a woman at 5'10", her boyfriend dwarfed her.
As always, she thrilled at the way his big muscle bound body felt when she pressed
into it with enough force to crush a car. His form was unyielding beneath her
super strength. "We're fucked aren't we."

He looked down at her, "I don't know, Diesel might figure something out."

"You know how tinkers work. If she couldn't figure it out after staring at it
in hours, she's probably not going to be able to figure it out in days." Though
many lay people thought tinkers had super-intelligence, that wasn't quite true.
They were incredible engineers and tinker powers did come with significant boosts
to working memory and processing speed, but their designs came to them as flashes of
inspiration that they could seldom explain in formal scientific or mathematical
terms. Tinker tech was generally fragile in the sense that changing one small
thing could render an entire artifact useless, and it was generally impossible
for anyone but the tinker themselves to build a tinker invention. Turning a
piece of tinker tech from a one-off prototype to something that could be
mass produced generally took years or even decades of research even with
the cooperation of the tinker designer. If Diesel hadn't been hit by a flash
of inspiration when looking at the alien engines, chances were she wasn't
going to be struck by one tomorrow.

"Yeah, but we can't give up hope."

Golden Goddess chewed her lip, "How long can we last in here? We don't have any
food or water. Not even your healing power can feed us."

"Something tells me that was the plan. Whoever built this ship probably knew they
wouldn't be able to directly kill me, so they warped me out into deep space to
starve to death."

"And we were just collateral damage,"

He sighed, "Maybe. Probably. We can't really know, but yeah, probably."

"Fuck, I never thought this would be how it ends. Not out in a blaze of glory, just
a long slow death where no one will ever find us."

"Hey, don't start talking like that."

She looked up at him but didn't reply, instead pulling herself tighter too him.

"You guys really do make a cute couple you know," Diesel emerged from her mech
wearing a fashionable pair of glasses. Despite what she had said about being
blind as a bat, the lenses didn't refract the light that much. If anything,
Archon thought she looked even better. The half-Korean hero had a very pretty
face with elfin features that possessed an erotically innocent cast. It was
easy to see why there were hoards of online fans who obsessed over the
curvy tinker. The glasses gave her a sexy-librarian kind of vibe that Archon
couldn't help but notice even though his girlfriend was pressed against him.

"Thanks," Golden Goddess said, disentangling herself from Archon.

"We were just talking about the food and water situation. You have anything in that
mech?"

"In the mech? No. You don't need to worry about that. I can create any liquid I
want, remember? Are you hungry now?"

"Yeah, actually, I'm pretty hungry," Golden Goddess said.

"Ok, why don't I take care of that now." Diesel headed back over to her mech.
She got to work disassembling part of it until she had two steel containers
that served as decent approximations of cups or bowls. She walked around behind
the hulking machine to disappear briefly from view, re-emerging soon afterwards
holding the containers upright. She walked back over and handed the smaller one
to Golden Goddess, "here you go."

Golden Goddess looked down at the thick milk which filled her cup. It was thick
enough that cream might have been a better word for it. "Umm, thanks." She really
wanted to ask more details about Diesel's secondary power, but she didn't want
to push it

"Let me know how it tastes,"

Golden Goddess lifted the milk to her mouth and took a drink. It was the best
thing she had ever tasted, and something about it made her feel certain that
it was incredibly nutritious as well. It was as if her body knew that this
milk was tailor made for her. The fact that the milk was still warm was a
little disconcerting, but considering how good it tasted Golden Goddess
wasn't about to complain. "That, umm, tastes really good actually,"

"Great!" the tiny tinker gave a bubbly smile, "here Archon, this one is for
you," she held out the larger container to the big hero.

"Thanks," he took a long drink, "wow, you're right, that does taste pretty great.
How did you say you made this again?"

Diesel reddened, "well, that secondary power I told you about, I can lactate any
liquid I want. I guess it's actually pretty strong, I could make acid or something,
but I mostly just use it to make fuel for my mechs. There- ahh- well- there's enough
rule 34 content about me already, what with how my body changed when my powers
came in."

"Oh, ahh, ok, cool I guess," Archon said awkwardly. His dick twitched at the revelation.

Golden Goddess looked down at her cup. She should have been disgusted, but Diesel's
milk just tasted too amazing for her to find it anything but appealing, "so this is your
breast milk?"

Diesel reddened further, "Yeah, I know it's kinda weird, but it's better than starving,
right?"

"You said you can make any liquid. Can you make something else for me? Like a meal shake
or something?"

"Ummm, yeah, sorry, I probably should have asked first, I just made the liquid that tastes
the best and is the most nutritious. It's not actually the same as breast milk, it's just
kinda milky, that's all." Diesel sounded apologetic.

"Well, can you give it a strawberry flavor or something so it's less milky. No offense,
but I don't really want to live on your breast milk if I can help it."

"Amelia, she's just trying to help," Archon cut in.

Golden Goddess looked at him. She noticed he hadn't asked Diesel to change what she
made for him. "Yeah, sorry Diesel, I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I'm really glad
you can make food for us, obviously."

Diesel smiled, "yeah, yeah, of course, and sorry I didn't explain before. I'll definitely
make sure to give the food some different flavors. It is a little weird."

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"Guys, I don't think I can do this," Diesel confessed. They had been stuck on the ship
for two weeks, and the black haired tinker was no closer to decoding the alien
mysteries which surrounded them than she had been that first day in the engine room.
Archon had used his enhancement power, which had left her exhausted for a day afterwards,
and they had even tried warping Golden Goddess's powers so she could enhance Diesel
as well, but even with both of them pumping her up, she wasn't able to figure the ship
out. She had barely even tried the last few days.

"So what, we just stay here forever?" Golden Goddess said. She wanted to get back to
earth as soon as possible. Drinking Diesel's milk was embarrassing. The little tinker
had obviously tried to add different flavors to the milk, but it seemed like it always
had to have a milky flavor at least a little in order to be fully nutritious.
On top of that, she didn't like how unconcerned her boyfriend was about the fact that
they were living off the short stack's milk. She had brought up how weird it was
with him a few times, but he didn't seem to share any of the disgust she felt for
it. He made noises of agreement when she expressed discomfort, but she suspected
that he was actually enjoying it.

Archon sighed, "It's starting look that way." The usually chipper hero had started
to lose his optimism.

"I'm really sorry. I wish I could do it, but honestly I doubt anyone but Magic Eye
or Mechlord could do it."

"Or Dr. Zim," Archon said. His nemesis was the most powerful tinker in the world.

"Well, yeah obviously Dr. Zim. Hell, he could probably build this thing with enough
time," Diesel said.

"You think so? Maybe he finally got us." Golden Goddess said.

"Not even he could fake an alien invasion like that. I don't think he's behind it."
Archon shook his head. Still, a part of him wasn't so sure.

"We really have to get back. That smug bastard is gonna be gloating so hard right
now, even if he wasn't behind it," Golden Goddess fumed.

"But how? I can't figure out the ship and you two can't fly back. We're light-years
away from home, and the ship keeps warping further away." Diesel pointed out.

Golden Goddess chewed her lip. They really had to get home, "there is one more thing
we could try."

"Amelia, we don't need to do that, we'll figure something else out." Archon responded.

"It's- it's ok Sheldon. It'll just be a one-time thing,"

Diesel looked back and forth between them, "What are you guys talking about?"

It was Golden Goddess who responded, "Sheldon has another enhancement power. It's a lot
stronger than his normal one, and it's permanent. It's mostly a power enhancer, but
it does some physical enhancement as well."

"Well, don't leave me in suspense,"

"It, well, the first time he has sex with someone, he enhances them."

"Holy crap, so you're like literally god's gift to superwomen. Wait, does that mean
you weren't always this strong?" she asked Golden Goddess.

"Yeah, after I met Sheldon, I became a lot stronger. I doubt I would be on any of those
top whatever lists if it weren't for him."

"Wow, ok, so, ummm, just to be clear, are you asking, umm, are you asking me to have
sex with your boyfriend?" Diesel's nipples swelled.

"Yeah, I don't like it, but it seems like it's the only way we're getting off this
thing. Like I said, it would just be a one time thing." Inviting the sexy tinker
to fuck her boyfriend was the last thing Golden Goddess wanted to do, but she
didn't see any other way off the ship.

"There's, um, one other thing about it." Archon said. He couldn't make eye contact
with either woman. "It, umm, it's stronger the more attracted to my partner I am
at the time, so, that might be, well, a factor."

"You never told me that," Golden Goddess said.

"Well, it didn't really seem that relevant. I don't know. I don't really like to talk
about this power."

Diesel wanted to ask if Archon thought he was attracted enough to her. Based on some of
the glances she had noticed coming from him, she was pretty sure she knew the answer, but
it was awkward to ask in front of Golden Goddess. "Well, just to make sure, maybe I
should try to cook up some drugs and tools that can make sure it will be enough. It sounds
like we only get one shot at this." Hopefully, the involvement of drugs would make Golden
Goddess feel better if the results were too good.

Golden Goddess's jaw twitched, "Yeah, seems like a good idea. Could help."

"Amelia, are you sure about this?" Diesel asked.

"No, I'm not, but we have to do it to escape ok!" Golden Goddess took a deep breath,
"Sorry." Turning to Archon she said, "just remember it's just gonna happen once."

"Yeah, obviously. Just once." Archon nodded tightly.

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"Hey Archon, before we get started, I have a test I was hoping to run on you, just to
help make sure everything goes as well as possible." Diesel had appeared wearing a
loose canvas jumpsuit she had created with the clothing fabricator she had made from
re-purposed mech parts and holding what looked like a VR headset.

"Umm, yeah, sure, what kind of test?"

"I just want to try to see what you're into." She held up the headset, "you mind if I
put this on you?"

"Sure."

She stepped closer and Archon leaned down so she could place the headset over his
head. "Ok, this is going to show you some images and videos and measure your reactions.
I'm gonna put some sensors on you now, ok?"

"Ok," he could feel her tiny hands moving dexterously over his body, sticking half a
dozen patches to various points on his skin.

"I'm gonna put a sensor on your penis ok? I can't measure your brainwaves like a normal
person, so I have to use blood flow and other biomarkers."

Archon nodded as he felt his dick inflate to a semi-chub. "Makes, umm, makes sense."

Her delicate hands moved to pull down his pants. He picked up a soft gasp and a subvocalized
"holy shit," when the air hit his dick. Archon's 14" penis was every bit as impressive
as the rest of him, and to the tiny tinker it must have seemed even more monstrous.
He felt her slide some sort of ring down his dick, which became fully erect as she
did so. Her hands, which had been so fast in their work elsewhere, lingered as they
settled the final sensor in place.

"Umm, ok, so I'm just gonna turn it on and collect some data," Diesel said.

The VR headset booted up and Archon was immediately presented with an image of
Diesel posing in a schoolgirl costume. She looked up at him innocently, blinking
big eyes and tilting her head side to side. The image dissolved and was replaced
by Diesel wearing a sexy nurse costume. Nurse Diesel posed for a few seconds
before the image changed yet again, this time to an image of Diesel in a clown-like
harlequin costume. Archon found that one a little off-putting, and the headset
replaced it with an image of Diesel in skimpy mech armor almost immediately.

The VR experience proceeded like that for a while, showing a series of images of
Diesel in different sexy poses or costumes. Eventually, it began spending most of
its time showing the voluptuous tinker in black leather corsets, stiletto fuck-me
boots and similar dominatrix garb. The poses she adopted became increasingly
aggressive, leaving behind cutesy smiles and innocent looks. The avatar began
showing up holding props like riding crops and whips. Handcuffs began to show
up clipped to her hips. The perspective shifted, showing Diesel from angles
that made it seem like she was stepping on Archon. After lingering on the
dominatrix theme for a while, the simulation switched gears to spend a while
showing Diesel depicted as a gaming e-girl, repeating the same theme for a
while with different variations. After that, it spent a while depicting
her as a goth, but gave up quicker than it had for the last two sequences.
It tried a few more depictions of Diesel before shutting down abruptly.

"Ok, all done. Thanks Archon. Can you bend down so I can take it off?"
Diesel took the headset off of him when he did as she asked.

He cleared his throat, "you can call me Sheldon."

"Ok, then I guess you can call me Candice, that's my real name." Archon's
civilian identity had been compromised by Dr. Zim a long time ago, but
Diesel still had a secret identity.

"Ok Candice. Do you, umm, do you need anything else?" It was hard to act so
normal in front of the little tinker after he had just seen a digital reconstruction
of her in so many erotic contexts.

"No, I'll just go, ahh, review the data, and then I guess we'll get started."

"Ok,"

"Bye Sheldon."

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"Hey Diesel," Archon lookup from his snake game. His eyes bugged out. Diesel wore six
inch stilettos, fishnet stockings, a black mini-skirt, a tiny tube top smaller than most
bras, her glasses and nothing else. He was glad that Golden Goddess had decided to head
to the other side of the ship, so she wasn't seeing the way he struggled to keep his
eyes off the sexy short stack's massive melons.

"Hey Archon," Diesel purred, "I made something for you." She pulled something she had been
wearing like a bracelet off and held it out to him, bending over at the waist to dangle her
tits in front of his face in the process.

Archon's dick strained against the leg of his costume. He couldn't adjust it without being
obvious, so he left it there, "what's that?"

"Why don't I show you?" Diesel grinned, reaching down to take hold of his pants.

"What-what are you-"

She pressed a finger to his lips, cutting him off, "wait and see big boy." She gently
tugged his pants down halfway around his thighs, letting his massive shaft spring
free. She had seen it once already, but the shear size of it still took her by
surprise, "you really are a big boy, huh? That's bigger than my forearm!"
She held her slim forearm up against it to prove the point. Not only was Archon's
mighty shaft longer, it was thicker around at every point, even the thickest
point on Diesel's arm. Her jugs hung down as she bent over to make the comparison,
and when the silken flesh of her bosom brushed up against the head of Archon's
dick, precum began to ooze out, "oops, I better get this on you quick! Looks like
you're already on the right track!" Diesel winked at him. Guilt washed through
Archon, but it didn't stop his body's reaction. He gasped in sudden shock as
he felt Diesel's delicate hands slide the bracelet down his shaft. She leaned
further down to bring it home, impaling her cleavage in the process, then twisted
sharply.

Archon gasped in pain as he felt sharp little teeth dig into the sensitive skin
at the base of his dick as she tightened the ring with a twist. He was pretty
much invulnerable, but that didn't mean he liked to have sharp bits of metal
jammed into his cock. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Just a minute, I've gotta test it," Diesel got down on her knees and peered at
the device as she began making minute adjustments. Big as Diesel's breasts were,
they couldn't completely envelop Archon's 14" monster, so the head of his dick
rubbed against her belly as she shifted back and forth to work on the device.
Her heavenly breasts slid over his dick, inadvertently giving him the best
tit-job he had ever experienced. Really, it was the only tit-job he had ever
gotten. He'd never been with a woman busty enough to envelop his cock the
way Diesel could.

"Candice, could you explain what you're doing? God, that's- I'm really sensitive-
oh, god, seriously Candice, I'm gonna- oh fuck-" <Zzzzaaap!> "Owww! Fuck!
Goddamnit, what the fuck was that?"

Diesel looked up at him and smirked, "That, was the Edgemaster 3000 doing it's
job. It has little sensors that can detect when you're about to cum, and right
before you do, it interrupts you."

"Interrupts! That thick practically cut my dick off."

"Oh, don't be such a baby, none of my tech can hurt you. It just activates your
nerves a little, that's all."

"I don't like it, take it off!"

Diesel smirked, "One: that's a lie. Two: no."

Archon spluttered, "What do you mean? It's not a lie! I don't like it at all.
I never agreed to this. I'm just gonna rip it off." He started to reach down
to pull it off.

"Aaaah!" Diesel grabbed his hand to stop him. Of course, the idea that she,
a woman barely stronger than an unpowered human, could stop the strongest man
in the world, was laughable, but never the less, he stopped. "Just let me
explain. I said it's a lie because those sensors are streaming data back to
me. Here's a visualization of your blood flow," she projected a complex graphic
onto the wall from her glasses, "you're not a tinker so you can't read that,
but you know what it says?" She leaned closer and booped him on the nose
with a finger, "it says you're a liar. You like having a tinker cockring
that lets me control your orgasms." He gulped. She giggled, "you like that
you're gonna have to fight, unsuccessfully, to avoid triggering it, and
when you fail..." she slid down his body, dragging her tits over his face.
Right as one of her nipples pressed up against his eye through the thin
fabric of her top, she was rewarded by a <Zzzzaaap!> sound.

"Goddamnit, that really fucking hurts!"

Diesel giggled, then leaned down to bite Archon's ear and whisper, "And
we both know you love it Sheldon." Standing back up, she said, "as for
point number two: I'm not going to take it off because I'm never going
to be able to get you as horny as possible if you're blowing your load
all the time. We only get once shot at this remember."

The most powerful man in the world looked up at the tiny tinker looming
over him and felt a shiver of dark anticipation go up his spine. "Where
is this coming from? I've never seen this side of your personality."

"Oh, there's a lot of sides of me you haven't seen Sheldon," her giggle
sounded so innocent and pure that Archon almost didn't believe the
sweet looking woman had just acted the way she had. "Now, it's a good
thing for you I keep a bunch of games loaded in my mech. You can play
something better than that stupid snake game. You'd think Magic Eye
could do better." She turned around and plunked down in his lap,
squirming a little to position his dick between her ass cheeks. His
shaft was long enough that the head was sandwiched more
between her thighs than her butt. He could feel the heat of her pussy
pressing against his iron hard erection. Evidently he wasn't the only
one turned on.

"What are we gonna play on?"

"You question a tinker's resourcefulness?" She reached into her cleavage
and withdrew a fist size cube, which she tossed carelessly onto the floor
beside them. It flickered to life, projecting a splash screen on the wall
in front of them. She withdrew two controllers from her cleavage as well,
and handed him one.

The controller was still hot from Diesel's body when Archon took it.
"What game is this?"

"It's this new racer called Boat Wars." Diesel flew through the menus,
quickly selecting a jet-ski for her avatar.

Archon noticed that their avatars were almost perfect replicas of what
they looked like in real life. There didn't seem to be an option to
change. His muscle bound blond avatar lifted up the cigar boat he had
selected and shook it over his head. The keys on his controller
were a bit slow to pop back into place when he pressed them, which was
annoying since he liked to take advantage of his super speed in games.
There was no indication of what kind of stats the different boats had.

"You're gonna use that boat on this course?" Diesel laughed as the
screen splintered and they found themselves bobbing in the water
next to one another. Archon had expected there to be some computer
controlled competitors, but apparently it was just the two of them.

"Wait, is this bad. Let me select a different one!"

"To late now!" Diesel giggled evilly as the clock started to count
down.

The timer reached zero and Archon's boat belched smoke, drawing
a giggle from Diesel as her jet ski shot forward in a big gout
of water. Archon's boat accelerated slowly but steadily, and
within a few seconds he was about to overtake Diesel, "Ha, I'm
about to get you!"

"You sure about that?" Diesel carved effortlessly through a sudden
turn while Archon slammed into a wall, "Oh, brutal! Looks like you
totaled your boat big boy!"

"How do I back up?"

Diesel paused the game. "Here put your controller in front of me,"
when he did so, she leaned back to press herself against his muscular
chest, "you press this button," she demonstrated, placing her hands
around his. The motion shoved his hands into her chest, "you should
play from here so I can give you pointers."

Archon wasn't sure being unable to see his controller through a wall
of titflesh would help, but he also didn't really want to move his
hands. He could have looked through her with his x-ray vision, but
he didn't really want to shift out of regular vision and no longer
be able to look at Diesel normally considering how good she looked
in the visual spectrum.

"Ok, ready for an unpause?" Diesel asked. Before he could answer, the
clock began counting down again.

As Archon backed up, he noticed that it took a fraction of a second
between when he moved the joystick on his controller and when his boat
responded. He could have compensated for that, but the delay was not
consistent, taking between a quarter second and a half a second before
his actions registered. It seemed the sexy tinker in his lap had
mucked with his controller.

Several minutes later, Archon was laboriously trying to work his way out
of a kelp patch when Diesel shot across the finish line for a third
time. "Whoohoo! I win!" Diesel bounced up and down enthusiastically.
The screen flashed with angry red letters that said in all caps
DOUBLE LAP!!! "Oh wow, I lapped you twice!" She giggled, "you
really suck at this game." Archon's face burned with humiliation.
<Zzzzaaap!>

"Fuck!" he swore at the sudden pain emanating from the base of his
cock.

"Ohhh, someone got a little excited after he got demolished in a video
game," Diesel giggled, "I guess I know what your kink is now, don't I
big guy?"

"Fuck, Diesel, this is messed up. Can we do something else?"

"On the contrary, this seems to be exactly what we should be doing according
to the data I'm collecting." She looked back at him and grinned, "besides,
that was just the first course."

On screen, Diesel's avatar was sitting on the chest of Archon's avatar, while
he cried in humiliation. Diesel pressed something and the screen shattered
to show a count down in a new course.

Diesel double lapped Archon in both of the next courses. He almost managed
to avoid it in the last course, but Diesel noticed his progress and started
clenching her ass rhythmically around his dick, until a well timed
<Zzzzaaap!> sent him flying off the edge of an aqueduct. The final
screen at the end of the tournament showed Diesel's avatar resting her
spike-heeled boots on Archon's back as she reclined back in an opulent
throne.

"Well that was fun, what should I humiliate you in next? A fighting game?
Maybe you'll have more of a chance since that's more your thing, huh, big
guy?"

Archon wanted to stop, but he knew the little firecracker in his lap wouldn't
let him. "Sure, yeah, that sounds good."

She twisted to look back at him, "I thought you would try to get out of it.
I'm glad you didn't. I like a man who's easy to train." She raised her
body up to bite down on his earlobe with as much force as she could muster.
Of course, there was no way she could hurt him, but he certainly felt it
based on the way he jerked in response.

The next game started up. Before long Diesel's avatar was wiping the floor
with Archon's. They didn't just look the same this time. Diesel's avatar
fought in a giant mech, and Archon's seemed to have a powerset much like
his own in real life. Of course, in the video game their powers were much
more evenly matched, and Diesel had killed him three times in under a minute.
Normally Archon was really good at fighting games due to his lightning fast
reactions, but his sticky controller had made him bumble around like a drunken walrus.
"Wow, that has to be some kind of record! 49 seconds!" She bounced up and
down on him as her avatar picked up his limp body by the back of the
head and shoved its face between her legs while grinding its hips down
and making lewd expressions.

<Zzzzaaap!> "Owwww!"

"Oh, you like that victory animation?" she giggled, "I'll bet you do big
boy," she reached down between her legs to grab his dick right below
the head.

"Please, Candice, I can't take-" <Zzzzaaap!> "Ow, fuck, goddammit!"

She giggled, "all you have to do is just not be such a horny boy all the
time." She dropped her controller and took hold of his hands, placing them
on her boobs, kneading her bust through his hands, "just stop thinking about
my big, sexy-" <Zzzzaaap!> she giggled, "guess you didn't manage that."

Twisting around in his arms, she looked up at him through long lashes and
bit her lip, "that's 7. Try to see if you can keep it in the single digits."
She shoved him onto his back and crawled forward until she could slide
her pussy forward to grind it against his mouth.

He lifted her up with his telekinesis, "what are you doing? We can't have
sex until-" <Zzzzaaap!> "Goddammit, I didn't even- that time wasn't the
same."

"That was for using your powers on me," she admonished. "How can I be the
sexy dominatrix we both know you want if you can throw me around with your
mind? And to answer your question, it doesn't count since I'll be the only
one cumming. Now, lick." Her delicate hands made fierce fists in his thick
hair as he obeyed. "Fuck, you're really good at this." <Zzzzaaap!> his
body tightened at the pain, but he resumed his attack on her clit a moment
later. "And really into it apparently," she giggled. "Fuck, I'm gonna rock
your fucking world Sheldon." Words left her as she began to moan.

By the time Diesel climbed off of him and got to her feet, legs trembling
with the aftershocks of multiple orgasms, the video game console screen
had switched to display a counter. In big cartoon letters, it said,
"Times Sheldon lost control of his cock: 12." The number was much bigger
than the rest of the text and it rippled constantly with different animations.

"Wow, you didn't manage to keep it in the single digits, huh," Diesel grinned,
pointing to the counter, "you know I haven't even drugged you yet." She sank
back down to straddle his prone form, sliding her ass back until her plump
butt cheeks were once again gripping his shaft firmly. "Let's change that,"
she pulled off her top, letting her huge jugs bounce free. <Zzzzaaap!> Archon
groaned in pain, "You really want to get your number up before I drug you,
huh?" she giggled. "You know, if you're having this much trouble resisting
me now, it's gonna get a lot worse," she leaned down and fit one thick nipple
into his mouth. <Zzzzaaap!> his body arched, his fists clenching at his side.
Her nipple expanded in his mouth, pressing his jaw open as she let down her
milk. <Zzzzaaap!> "If you think has been bad, just wait until my milk hits
you." She bent down to bring her delicate mouth down next to his ear.
"I'm gonna torture your dick, and you're gonna love every minute of it."
She bit his earlobe hard. <Zzzzaaap!>

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

"Hey Amelia," Diesel said, walking up to the model-pretty hero. "You enjoying
the games?" She had give Golden Goddess a game system much like the one she
had cooked up for her and Archon, only without all the sexual Easter eggs.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm not really a gamer, but it's better than communicator
snake."

"That's good. You ready?" Diesel held up the improvised cup that she used to
feed Golden Goddess.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready,"

"Great!" the little tinker chirped, turning around to unzip her baggy jumpsuit.
Somehow, the shapeless garment made Golden Goddess even more aware of the shape
of Diesel's body. The half-Korean hero's curves were so dramatic that there was
no way the baggy garment could hide them completely, and the way her bulging
ass pressed up against the fabric seemed to underscore just how cartoonish
the tinker's body was. Golden Goddess doubted that Diesel was wearing the jumpsuit
around Archon, so she guessed that Diesel had thrown it on before coming over
to feed her for her benefit.

Diesel zipped up her jumpsuit and turned around, holding out a full cup of
light purple liquid. "Here you go."

"Thanks," Golden Goddess took it from her. When she did, she noticed that Diesel
was wearing subtle but expertly applied makeup. She had been able to tell herself
that Diesel was just a harmless little nerd blessed with a body she didn't know
what to do with, but seeing how tasteful and well done her makeup was made her
realize that Diesel didn't fit neatly into the nerdy tinker stereotype.

Golden Goddess lifted the cup and took a sip. It tasted great, though
still not as good as the milk that Diesel had given her that first time.
She wondered what Archon was eating now. She wondered if he was drinking
right from the source.

Diesel stood watching her as she gulped down the filling liquid, holding
out a hand to take the cup when she finished.

"Thanks Candice," Golden Goddess said.

"Of course! I know you don't really like it, but hopefully we should be
headed home soon,"

"Yeah, hopefully," Golden Goddess tried not to think about the implications
of that statement.

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

<Zzzzaaap!> Archon shuddered in pain as his body responded to the distinctive
sound of Diesel's heels clicking as she approached. She wasn't even visible yet
and already she had him activating the Edgemaster 3000.

She strutted into view wearing black heels, a toolbelt and nothing else.
<Zzzzaaap!> he swore softly under his breath and tried not to marvel
at the fact that the half-Korean hero could have such a tight waist
when her hips and breasts were so cartoonishly abundant. "Miss me big boy?"
She looked over at the screen, which now read "ZAP COUNTER: 378. IT HAS
BEEN 2 SECONDS SINCE ARCHON TRIED TO GET OFF TO DIESEL." She
smirked at the stats, "Looks like you did. You made some good progress
while I was away."

She had told him to stop wearing anything but the Edgemaster 3000 the day
before, so she could easily take his massive shaft in her hands when she
walked up to him. He was so tall compared with her that his dick was
quite conveniently placed for the tiny tinker to take hold of. As soon
as her little hands made contact with his shaft, Archon's body arched
with tension as the distinctive <Zzzzaaap!> filled the air. "Please,
Candice, just let me cum. I promise I'm attracted to you enough."

"I dunno about that... we only get one chance at this, remember. I
have to make sure I've gotten you good and ready." She leaned forward
and sandwiched his dick between her pillowy boobs. <Zzzzaaap!> "Ok,
you pass that test, but that always works on you. You really have
a thing for my boobs, don't you big boy." She turned around and
pressed her ass against him, "lift me up." He grabbed her by the
waist and slid her up his body. When her ass dragged over his cock,
she clenched her cheeks. <Zzzzaaap!> "second test, passed," she
giggled and grabbed his hands to pull them to her breasts.

<Zzzzaaap!> "please Candice,"

She spun in his arms and shoved him to the ground, climbing onto him
to sit on his dick, her pussy grinding hard into the side of his cock.
<Zzzzaaap!> "tests three and four, passed," she giggled, then pulled
something off of her belt. Before Archon got a chance to really see
what it was, she slammed it around his wrist and pushed his arm
above him to clamp the restraint to the ground, "not using your
strength to resist me, I've trained you well, another test passed,"
<Zzzzaaap!> "and that's another I guess," she giggled, then did the
same thing to his other arm.

Sliding down his body, she dragged her heavy boobs over his powerful
chest and swallowed his cock in her boobs once more. <Zzzzaaap!>
His body arched. "I think you're ready for graduation big boy,"
she licked the tip of his cock and reached down. The moment Archon
felt the Edgemaster 3000 relax it's grip, his swollen balls pulsed
and his massive cock splattered Diesel in gob after gob of cum. Within
seconds, the little tinker was coated in the stuff, her face completely
caked over and her hair dripping with spunk. She gamely tried to gulp
it down, but there was just too much too fast.

It wasn't long before the effects of his super-powered seed became visible.
Diesel's skin drank in his cum, cleaning up the mess by absorbing it. As
her skin drank up the white goo, Diesel's body began to slowly swell.
Her body stretched out in all directions, growing in height, but maintaining
her absurd proportions as she grew several inches taller. Before Archon had
stopped cumming, she crawled up and positioned herself over the angry head
of his cock. Her pussy wasn't much bigger than it had been, and by rights
she should have been torn apart. Diesel had such a tight snatch that she
found any guy with a six inch dick or larger a bit much and now she was positioning
herself over Archon's 14 inch monster. Though it should have torn her apart,
somehow she could sense that the physical enhancement from the first wave of
Archon's cum would let her take him. She shoved her sopping snatch down, dropping
all of her weight onto him at once. "Oh, gawd, you're so fucking big, it's
like I'm giving birth or something," she moaned. Somehow, her tight snatch
had managed to stretch over the tip of his cock, and the change
which Archon's initial emission had wrought in her had made it painless.
She was just about to try to work her way further down his shaft when
she felt another jet of his hot seed rush up to fill her womb. His
spunk leaked out and dripped down around his shaft, but already, Diesel
was shoving her hips down to chase the rivulets of super sperm flowing
down Archon's vascular cock.

Diesel's growth, which had started to slow, picked up the pace once more.
She continued swelling in all directions as she slowly slid herself further
and further down his cock and it seamed like with every inch of progress she
made, the mountain of a man below her jetted more of his hot seed up into
her hungry womb. Diesel dug her hands into Archon's chest and he could feel
a building strength in them. For the first time, her dainty digits possessed
enough power to deform the dense muscles of his chest. With ever centimeter
she pulsed upwards, the clenching of her inner muscles around his dick grew
stronger. Eventually, she reached the bottom of his shaft and took a moment
to settle her hips. Already, the formerly tiny tinker had grown taller than
the average woman. For a moment, it seemed as if Archon's emission might be
coming to an end, but then Diesel slid forward and slipped a nipple into
his mouth. Her heavenly milk hit his tongue and he was immediately gushing
up into her again. She pulled back and slammed her hips down with far more
force than a tinker without super strength should have been able to manage.
She rode Archon hard, moaning and gasping the whole time, sometimes pausing
while her own body was wracked with orgasm and she grew unable to move.
The whole time, Archon's tortured cock pulsed and gushed with super powered
semen.

Eventually, she had wrung him out, and even Archon's mighty balls ran dry.
She collapsed on top of him. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat.
They remained like that for a long time, longer than was needed. After all,
the whole point of this encounter had been achieved. They probably should
not have been snuggling.

"That was-" Archon began.

"Best not," Diesel slid off his dick, "one time thing, remember." She
tore the restraints off of Archon's wrists. He noticed she didn't seem to
unlock them or anything, just rip through them the way he might have.

Archon could only stare at the perfect creature standing above him. Diesel
had been pretty before, but her transformation had shifted her face until
it became breathtakingly beautiful. Her enhanced visage did not seem to
be of this world. Instead, looked like it belonged to an elvish princess
of such captivating beauty she could enthrall anyone with a look, or some
exotic goddess of love and lust. Her midnight hair shimmered and shone with
an overabundant health that made any other woman's hair seem sickly by comparison.
Her flawless skin seemed to glow with inner vitality even in the unflattering
light of the alien ship. Her big brown eyes swallowed him up. Her perfect
plump lips lent her an erotic aura that would have made it hard to avoid thinking
about sex when looking at her even if her body were not built for sin. And
what a body it was. When she had been under five feet, her incredible curves
had been astonishing, but now that she had grown closer to seven feet tall than
six, those same curves were utterly overwhelming. Her thighs were thicker around
than her waist, and now they were thicker than most women's shoulders. Her breasts
were bigger than milk crates, and her ass cheeks were larger still. She was no
longer built on a human scale.

Archon's awed staring was interrupted when a glossy black liquid flowed out
of Diesel's nipples. Rather than dripping to the ground, it clung to her, quickly forming
a skin-tight suit. Once the liquid stopped flowing, it lost it shine, becoming matte
and taking on a leathery appearance. He cleared his throat, "Do you, umm, you
know how to get home?"

"Yeah, I'd say I have a few ideas," she grinned, "there are lots of ways, really."
As much as her body had changed, the biggest change was in her mind. Dozens of
new designs flitted through her mind every second, each perfectly realized.
She could see how she could synthesizes each of them in mere minutes by lactating
nanites like the ones in her new suit. The energy systems she came up with were
still quite primitive compared with the rest of her tech, but several solutions
to that problem presented themselves to her. She could feel new power in her
breasts, and knew instinctively that there were new things she could synthesize
from the hefty factories on her chest. If she guessed right, she would be needing
to learn about magic when she got back to earth to fully use all the new substances
available to her.

Archon got up and realized Diesel was less than a head shorter than him, which
was an unusual experience for the 7'4" giant. The gap soon disappeared as Diesel's
costume extruded big blocky platform boots that boosted her an extra eight inches.

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

"Ok guys, she's just about ready," Diesel announced giving her rebuilt mech a
pat on the leg. The ten ton machine had been rebuilt from the ground up using
a swarm of nano-machines. It looked much the same as it had before, but where
its black paint had been chipped in a few places before, now the black of its
armor came from the adamantine which formed its structure. Diesel had formed
most of the delicate inner parts and electronics by fusing the bodies
of nanites together, but every adamantine part was cast. Once molten adamantine
cooled, it was nearly unbreakable, which made it incredibly hard to work with.
Until Diesel's expanded powers had let her lactate molten adamantine, all of
the incredibly rare metal on earth had summed up to less than 200 pounds.
Now, just one shinguard of her mighty mech weighed more than that.

Golden Goddess looked at the machine in awe. After having seen what Blade
could do with just a little bit of adamantine, the level of power
represented by the hulking machine was incredible. Once Diesel got behind
the controls of that thing, only Archon would be able to get her out.
As impressive as the machine itself was, its owner was even more intimidating.
Diesel had been a big presence even when she was under 5 feet tall, but
now the formerly tiny tinker had grown so much that in the heels of her
new costume she stood just as tall as Archon. Her breasts had more volume
than Golden Goddess's whole torso. Hips more than twice as wide as the smaller
hero's swayed seductively side to side as Diesel walked over towards her from
the mech. Evidently, Diesel was enjoying her new size because the massive boots
she had decided to include in her new costume gave her an extra eight inches of
height. Even without them, she would have been a head taller than Golden Goddess.

Golden Goddess couldn't help but dwell on what that huge boost in size meant.
She herself had only grown an inch when she first slept with Archon, and
that inch had meant a massive growth in power. Diesel had grown 22 inches.
It was obvious from the mech she had just built in a few hours that it meant
a truly mind-boggling increase in power, but it also meant that Archon had
been a lot more attracted to the sexy tinker than he was to Golden Goddess
when they had sex. Golden Goddess tried to tell herself that it was because
of the drugs, but she had seen the way Archon looked at Diesel a few times
even before they had wound up on this ship. She had been pretty confident
that Archon preferred her svelte modelesque figure at the time. There was
a reason her gorgeous face, long legs, and perfectly shaped C-cups got
her called the sexiest defender. Now she wondered if Archon's tastes didn't
actually run more towards Diesel's ultra exaggerated hourglass figure.
With the drugs Diesel was talking about, she'd expected good results,
but it was hard not to feel insulted by the overwhelming magnitude of the
difference between her own enhancement and the degree to which Archon's
lovemaking had enhanced the monument to femininity walking towards her.

"Uuuh, Great, let's go home." Golden Goddess said when Diesel stopped in
front of her. The other woman's breasts loomed a foot away from her face.

"It's gonna take a while to get back, and there's not a great way for
me to feed you two on the way, so you should probably eat before we leave."

"Umm, yeah, whatever-"

"Great!" Two little drones emerged from her new mech, holding two new
cups. Golden Goddess and Archon each reached out and took one.

Golden Goddess drank deeply, wanting to get it over with before they
headed back to earth. When she lowered her cup, she looked over and saw
her boyfriend still drinking. Evidently, he was savoring his drink.
She turned away to look at the wall while she waited for him to finish.
As her eyes moved away, she noticed the bulge at his crotch, and her
lips thinned in anger.

"Ok, great, let's get going!" Diesel chirped, "I can take that," she
reached out and took Archon's cup. The drone had collected Golden
Goddess's cup.

"Thanks Candice," Archon said. They were using real names now?

"Of course!" Diesel strutted back over to her mech and climbed in. She
opened her rescue pod doors and tractor beamed her companions in. Rather
than the cramped spaces they had been before, the rescue pods were now cavernous
and comfortable chambers. Each was as large as an airplane hanger. Somehow
Diesel had built her mech so it warped space, becoming bigger on the inside.

Industrial strength suction cups automatically attached themselves to Diesel's
nipples and she released a stream of water from one and anti-water from another.
The anti-water traveled down its special containment hose to meet the water
in the heart of her antimatter engine, and power flooded through the mech.
In a few strides she walked over to the wall of the ship where she had sealed
the breach when they first blasted their way in, and blasted it open
with a pulse of energy from the center of one palm. She leaped out of the
opening and rocketed away. As soon as she was outside the influence of the
ship's warp-drive, which could have messed up her navigation, even if only
by a little, she activated her own warp drive and folded space to move towards
home. It would take a few more leaps because the ship had been constantly
warping further from earth while they were trapped.

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Archon scrolled through a report about intermittent possessions in Sierra Leone.
Third Eye, one of the lower level heroes in Defenders of Earth, the extended
heroes union that the main Defenders super-team administrated, thought that
the demonic appearances were heralds of something bigger to come.

"Hey babe," Golden Goddess cooed, walking into the room in a set of linguine
he had gotten her last valentines day. She looked amazing it it, and he should
have been all over his gorgeous girlfriend immediately. Instead, he just felt
a pang of concern. He knew he wasn't going to be able to perform for her.

"Hey," he tried to hid his reluctance as he put his phone down.

She walked up to him seductively and crawled over the bed towards him. It had
been three weeks since they had gotten back to earth to find that the alien
invasion had been beaten back without them thanks to Agatha Miller coming out
of her intermittent retirement. The whole time there had been a building tension
between Archon and Golden Goddess, during which time neither of them had tried
to initiate sex. Golden Goddess had seemed particularly annoyed on the flight
home today after the Defenders had voted to extend an invitation to Diesel to
join the world's premiere super team. She had been the only vote against asking
the recently ascended tinker to join. Archon had expected her to remain annoyed
for a few days, so her sudden attempt at seduction came as a surprise.

Golden Goddess climbed over his prone form and bent down to kiss him. Archon
kissed her back, but as he did so it was impossible to stop comparing the
difference in the sensation of his girlfriend's breasts pressing against him to
Diesel's massive melons folding over him. His hands dropped to his girlfriend's
tight waist and full bum, but again his traitorous memories couldn't help but make
the comparison with Diesel. Golden Goddess kissed him aggressively, possessively
digging her hands into his head as she pulled him to her passionately. She
broke off and crawled down his body, dragging herself over him as she moved.
She undid his pants with dexterous fingers and pulled them down, revealing
his massive and quite flaccid cock. Her whole demeanor changed, her seductive
air draining away in an instant, "You're not exited to see me?" She looked up
at him accusingly.

"Babe, I'm just not- I wasn't expecting-"

"This never happened before. You used to be all over me. We barely went two days
without fucking. What happened?" she demanded.

"Amelia, I'm just not, look just give me a little-"

She snorted, "what? A little time? So you can imagine her instead of me? So you
can cook up a little fantasy to pretend this still does anything for you?" She
gestured down at her body.

"Hey, that's not fair! I can't help what my body does, it's just the drugs.
Whatever drugs she gave me must have some withdrawal period." He knew it was
a lie as he said it. He certainly hadn't been having any trouble getting
hard as he jerked off to the memory of Diesel's plush body against his.

"Then how come you wake up hard?"

"I don't know, just a biological-"

"You've been talking in your sleep Sheldon, you know that? Want to know
what you've been saying?"

His blood ran cold. If Golden Goddess had gotten a hint of the kind of dreams
he had been having he could see why she was mad. "W-whatever I've been saying
doesn't matter. That's not-"

"Whatever Sheldon, sounds like you already know," she levitated in the air and
flew out of the room. He could hear her crying softly when she finally came to
a rest on a rooftop half the city away.

He sighed and refastened his pants. "Shit."

He gave her a little while to be alone, and when it sounded like the tears
were beginning to slow, he grabbed a blanket from the couch and walked out
onto the balcony of their apartment to arc slowly up into the sky. When he
caught up to her and draped the blanket over her, she had stopped crying.
"thanks."

He sat down next to her, "look, I know this sucks and I'm really sorry for
what I'm putting you through, but I care about you Amelia. I'm not gonna
leave you just because I got pumped up with horny drugs ok?" He gave
her a squeeze.

She sniffed, "yeah, thanks babe. Sorry for being such a raging bitch."

"You're not a raging bitch," he said soothingly.

She snorted, "yeah I am."

"Are not,"

"Am too," she stuck her tongue out at him.

"There she is," he smiled down at her and pulled her onto his lap.

She leaned back against him, pulling his strong arms around her and taking
in the city lights below. "I feel like such an idiot. I've just been scrolling
social media reading about how sexy all the fans think Diesel is now. They're
comparing us you know? Since the announcement after the vote everyone is
saying I'm not the hot defender anymore. None of it matters if I have you though."
She reached over and picked up her phone. When she unlocked it, the app in the
foreground displayed an image of Diesel climbing out of her new adamantine
mech after she had defeated a giant robot dragon which had come out of the
sea to threaten Bali. Her new black nanite costume clung to her like a second
skin, making her look every inch the dominatrix as she crushed the computer core
of the fallen machine with one of her heavy boots. Before Archon arrived, Golden
Goddess had been unhealthily fixating on the comments below the photo. She was
about to close the app, when she felt a stirring below her bum. She held the image
angled so Archon could see it over her shoulder for a moment longer to confirm
the realization, "What the fuck Sheldon," she hissed.

Archon turned his head away from her phone, but it was too late. The damage
was done. His dick continued to swell. "You, umm, you-"

"Don't fucking pretend I have anything to do with this." Golden Goddess reached
down to grab his nearly fully inflated hog.

"Amelia, please,"

"No. I'm fucking done. Clearly 'Mistress Candice' is all you have eyes for now.
That's the name that's been on your lips at night since we got home. Not fucking
Diesel, Candice. Since when are you so tight with some two-bit Defenders of Earth,
third stringer?" Capes rarely used real names with one another, and when they
did it was generally only with their closest friends, "And Mistress? Is that
what you want? The most powerful man in the world and you're just some fucking
stereotype of a CEO who wants to get tied up and spanked!"

"I don't- it's the drugs- I-"

"Oh don't give me that, you were practically undressing that little slut with
your eyes even before she drugged you up. 'oh your breasts Mistress Candice,
please let me suck them!'" she mocked. "You know what it's like to hear your
boyfriend say that in his sleep? It's fucking torture." Her eyes burned with
anger. "You keep using the drugs as an excuse. Well then if you're going through
some kind of withdrawal where you can't get it up, what the fuck explains this!"
Her voice rose into a yell and she pressed down into him with her flight powers
hard enough that his ass deformed the metal of the roof they were sitting on.
He grabbed her by the waist and rocketed up in the air arcing away from
the city to get away from a population center, "let go of me!"

"I will once you calm down."

She glared at him, "You're so fucking superior. Always a fucking boyscout, huh?
I'm just a dangerous, crazy bitch, huh? I'll bet that's what you're gonna tell
her when you're fucking her later. Although, from the sound of it, it's probably
gonna be more like her fucking you. You're just gonna say I went crazy jealous.
That I couldn't handle it even though you fucking her was my idea in the
first place. You're probably gonna have Magic Eye keep tabs on me in case
I start acting like a crazy ex?"

"Ex? Amelia, come on, this is-"

She snorted, "What, you think I'm gonna stick around and be humiliated while
you murmur about Mistress Candice every night? No, fuck that. I've got a
little too much self respect. Now, Let. Me. The. Fuck. Go!" He released
her, floating backwards but keeping an eye on her in case she lashed out
in a way that could blow back on civilians. She snorted, "that's Archon,
Earth's best Defender, always standing ready for threats to the world,
like a bitch he empowered. What happens if Diesel becomes a threat? Think
you can stop her?"

"You're angry. Let's not do this like this. Let's give it a day to cool off
and then talk about it. If you feel the same way we can-"

"You disgust me. I hate how diplomatic, how reasonable you are right now.
If you still wanted me, you'd have a little fire, but you can't even muster
that, can you?" Golden Goddess's face was twisted with anger as she spat out
the words.

He nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow Amelia."

"How about you don't. We're fucking done. Get your shit out of my apartment
in the next hour or I'm gonna melt it all."

Archon decided now wasn't the time to point out that both of their names
were on the lease. Clearly this explosion had been building for a while.
He turned to go, "Oh, and Sheldon? I never would have fucked you if it
weren't for your powers. You have to be the most boring, milk toast,
boyscout, goody-two-shoes, wannabe cop guy I've met. The only good thing
about you was that you're hot, but now you won't even fuck me, so what's
the point?"

"You don't mean that," he knew she was just saying it to make sure that this
breakup was permanent, but it sill hurt.

"Yeah, I fucking do. Also, I quit."

"What?"

"I quit the Defenders. I'm not working with that bitch, or with you. Honestly
working with you would be worse."

Archon felt himself tearing up. They had been together for years, and until
hours ago he had seen no reason that wouldn't continue. Sure, he had known
that what had happened on the alien ship was a bump in their relationship,
a pretty big bump, but he had figured they would work through it.

"Figures you would cry when I quit the Defenders not when I break up with you.
I was always your side ho even before that bitch fucked your brains out, huh?
Married to the job."

"You didn't have to be so cruel about this you know? How can you say this stuff
to me? I know you're mad, but this is, this is really horrible," he found it
difficult to talk past the lump in his throat.

"Finally, a little fire from Mr. Rogers," she spat.

"Maybe we should be done Amelia. It's gonna take me longer than a few days
to cool down," he turned and flew away.

"You finally get it, dipshit!" she screamed after him. It was only after he
disappeared over the horizon that she broke down and began to cry in earnest.

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

"Anyway, here's the space we set aside for your workshop. I'm really excited to
have another tinker on board. I'm looking forward to collaborating with you!"
Magic Eye said cheerfully. He and Diesel made a funny looking pair. The third
most powerful tinker in the world was quite small, standing just 5'3" and being
quite skinny. One of Diesel's thighs was bigger than his chest, and especially
in her boots, she towered far above him.

Despite the way she loomed over him, Diesel was still a little star-struck by the
other tinker. Magic Eye was nearly as famous as Archon, and he seemed to be one of
the most straightforwardly good people she had met. She had expected that he might
feel threatened by a tinker who was obviously more powerful than him joining the
team, but he just seemed excited by what she could bring to the table. If she
didn't know he was gay, she might have thought he was just attracted to her, but
it seemed like he was genuinely excited by the idea of working with someone else
who could speak the language of machines as well as him. It must have been a bit
lonely to have Dr. Zim as his only real peer for so many years.

"Thanks Magic Eye. This looks great."

"Yeah, just let me know if you need any tools or anything. I guess you probably
won't because of all the nanites, but if you do, I'm always a call away."

"I'll let you know, and thanks again."

"Ok, I'll get out of your hair."

Diesel looked around the empty workshop for a few minutes after he had left. There
was definitely plenty of space to get working on a new generation of mechs she had
planned. She didn't linger too long though, instead, she turned out into the hallway.
Her first meeting as a Defender had been strangely tense. Golden Goddess hadn't shown
up, and Archon hadn't even looked at her. She wanted to know what was up.

Magic Eye had granted her access to the surveillance network for the Defender's headquarters,
so she had seen Archon walk off stiffly at the end of the meeting and rocket into the
air. She'd tracked him with some of Magic Eye's spy satellites after that. Now, she activated
the helmet of her adamantine power armor and stepped out onto the small balcony in one of
the rooms of her workshop. She blasted off and began arcing after him.

He could have outrun her if he wanted, but he held to his relatively sedate pace of mach 3.
She pulled up along side him and he looked over at her with obvious annoyance in his face.
He slowed and descended to the ground. Diesel followed, dropping her helmet when the reached
the ground. "Are you ok, Sheldon?"

"Well, my girlfriend just broke up with me, told me she never would have fucked me if it
weren't for my powers, and quit the Defenders, so no, not really." There was accusation in his
voice.

"Oh god, I'm sorry- I- I hope I didn't have anything to do with that," even as she said it
Diesel knew she did. A tumultuous mix of guilt and desire churned within her.

"It's not your fault- well, honestly maybe it is. What we had to do to get off that ship, it
wasn't right."

She stepped closer and raised a hand to cup the side of his face. His body went rigid, "it
was what we had to do."

He grabbed her wrist, and Diesel realized just how much he had been holding back when he let
her push him around. Even after her ascension there was no way she could resist his strength.
"yeah, what we had to do." He flung her wrist away.

Diesel stepped back, hurt by the sudden anger in his eyes. "I'm, I'm sorry."

"Maybe Golden Goddess and I could have worked it out if you hadn't grown so much. I mean,
look at you. It's overkill. Did you have to make the drugs that strong?"

"There were never any drugs, Sheldon. I can't think of a way to make a drug that gets past your
invulnerability even now, and I certainly couldn't have done it then."

"What? Then why did you-"

"I wanted to give you guys a story you could tell yourself. In case you enhanced me a lot more than
you did Golden Goddess, I wanted you guys to have an easy to dismiss reason for it. All I really
did was measure your kinks, then play to them. I guess it didn't work."

"You- you really were trying to do your best to avoid hurting us, huh?" The anger seemed to drain
out of him.

"Sorry I didn't manage that," she said softly.

"No, it's- in a way I'm glad. It made me see Amelia in a new light."

"Do we- do I need to be worried?"

He signed, "Maybe? I don't know honestly. The way she was talking, she was pretty mad. Mostly at
me I think, but you should probably keep your head on a swivel for a few months."

"Ok, I'll let you be alone. I'm sure I'm the last person you want to see right now."

"Thanks Candice," a large part of Archon wanted to ask her to stay, but instead he
just watched as she rocketed away.

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Diesel orchestrated a small army of drones as they helped clean up after a throw down between
Toxin and a group of locals. The one of the Kyoto heroes, Shimo No Hi, had ice powers,
which had helped keep the damage somewhat contained, but it would still take her another
couple of hours to get the last traces of Toxin's poison out of the sickened earth.

All of a sudden her Defenders communicator stream blared with a priority warning. Even before
she had pulled up the notification, her drones began to pick up the sound of sirens blaring
as a polite feminine Japanese voice began to calmly explain the situation. When she opened
the notification, it read, "Annihilation activity detected, all Defenders within range, please
respond." A wide circle covering most of southeast Asia indicated the zone where Annihilation
might emerged. It would narrow as Magic Eye's early detection network picked up more signs of
emergence.

Diesel's blood ran cold. Once, five years ago, she had been on hand at an Annihilation emergence
site to help fight the flood of lesser monsters the massive beast constantly created
when it was running amuck. Half of St. Lewis has been destroyed before the cavalry arrived.
The fight up until then had been a desperate, panicked struggle for survival. She'd watched
heroes and villains far stronger than her fall to Annihilation's monsters, and her mech
had been nearly destroyed. It was only when Archon showed up that the tide turned. Archon
was the only thing that had ever really worked against Annihilation, and even he could
not kill the beast, only drive it back under ground for a few more months or years.
Archon was on the other side of the world, and this time Diesel was the cavalry.

She directed a message to all Defenders of Earth in Kyoto, and offered to take anyone
who could make it to her mech or one of her transport drones in the next five minutes
with her. She didn't have time to wait any longer. Already the projected emergence
zone was shrinking. Annihilation was rising fast. Diesel's anxiety built at having
to remain on the ground as it became clear that he would emerge on the mainland,
but she had promised the heroes of Kyoto a chance to help. It wasn't all heroes
who piled into her transport pods. Several meta humans who operated in grey zones
or even out-and-out villains joined in. There was a long standing truce whenever
Annihilation emerged. Any villains who wanted to help were allowed to do so. Any
who survived stood a good chance of earning pardons if they displayed any amount
of bravery and had not committed crimes too heinous.

Annihilation was probably going to emerge someone in Thailand, possibly Myanmar
or Cambodia, but given how much he liked population centers, Diesel had a
feeling he was heading for Bangkok. She and her drones rose into the air, a
massive amount of air-power that could put most countries airforces to shame.
She reconfigured her bra to teleport antimatter back to her workshop to
activate all the drones and mechs she had in storage. It only took a few
spoonfuls to see them all rising rapidly into the air. The fleet she had
with her plotted a course to Bangkok and rapidly began building speed,
quickly reaching Mach 10 and climbing.

Diesel was patched into Magic Eye's satellite network, so she was able to watch
as Annihilation emerged from the earth in downtown Bangkok. She had seen footage
of him fighting Archon, so she knew he was emerging with deliberate slowness,
taking his time so he could shift around to ensure that an entire city block came
crashing down as he surfaced. He likely wanted to make sure that the humans above
him had time to realize what was happening before it happened to them. There was
plenty of video evidence of the massive beast's cunning sadism.

As soon as Annihilation emerged from the ground, Diesel sent a dozen missiles
lancing forward from various drones. Her drone fleet was already hypersonic, but
the missiles rapidly exceeded that. They split the air before them with energy
fields to avoid burning up, and rammed their way through the near vacuum which
resulted like the hammer of god. They couldn't get there soon enough.

Annihilation stood to his feet, towering six stories high, his massive tail
lashing like a whip as it absentmindedly destroyed buildings and cars. Black
flame burned where the eyes should have been in his lizard-like face, and the
dark mucus which coated his whole heavily muscled frame dripped from his massive
claws, making the rubble beneath him smoke. He opened his jaw impossibly wide,
like a snake getting ready to swallow its prey only more so, and a toxic
sludge spewed forth in such a torrent that people, motorbikes, and cars were
shoved forward as if by some flash flood. Those civilians unfortunate enough
to be caught in the dark wave did not last long, but in some ways they were
the lucky ones.

Before the wave had even slowed, dark shapes began to emerge from it. The
largest, each about 9 feet tall, seemed like imperfect, misshapen copies
of their creator, but the monstrous bodies gained more variation as they
got smaller. Diesel watched through a high-resolution satellite feed as
monsters shaped a bit like crabs the size of housecats sprang out of the
muck and set upon nearby civilians. They made right for the heads of their
victims and used dexterous claws to pry open the jaws of the hapless people
before using yet more claws to begin earning the "dentist" nickname they had picked
up after the very first Annihilation emergence. Centauroid shapes as tall as
a man with an inconsistent number of arms began galloping away from the emergence
site, usually giving dentists a boost on their backs as they sought to rapidly
spread the terror.

Diesel's missiles arrived. The first three released massive, diffuse bursts of
energy which first lifted any humans within the field up, then flung them half
a mile away where they drifted down as if they weighed little more than a feather.
The remaining missiles had held back so the first batch could do their work, but
a few seconds after the rescue bursts, they exploded with the fury of an archangel.
Smoke billowed from the impact site, and it took several seconds before even
Magic Eye's sensors could penetrate the mess. The freshly created monsters were
gone, save for a few of the centauroids who had manged to get far enough away
from the blast. Annihilation himself looked mostly unharmed, though black ichor,
slightly thinner than the mucus which sheathed his body now pattered to the
ground beneath him from a dozen wounds.

The beast screamed in rage and leapt forward, his powerful legs carrying him
forward 200 meters in a single bound. The ground cracked where he landed,
shattering in a long line as his tail slammed down. He cast about himself with
his claws, tearing open buildings like they were made of paper. The air was
filled with great clouds of cement dust. Feeling cheated by the evacuation
missiles, Annihilation soon moved on, trying to find a denser crowd to terrorize.
He made it halfway to the edge of the zone Diesel had evacuated before his
belly was once more full of vile muck and he paused to vomit forth another
torrent of the black go. This time, rather than his usual mix of monsters,
a new form emerged from the morass. Bat-like wings beat madly at the air,
as a vast flock of little monsters took to the air. They looked much like
the dentists, with the main difference being smaller bodies and wings sprouting
from their backs. Evidently, Annihilation wanted to make sure his monsters
could move fast enough to disperse around the city before another missile
could arrive.

Diesel's fastest drones were nearly on the scene, and she released another
salvo of missiles from them, but by the time a fresh round of explosions
rocked Annihilation, half of his bat-dentists had flown the coup. Fortunately,
the local heroes were waiting for the airborne menace, and the little monsters
were shot out the sky, torn off their victims, frozen, burned, battered, overrun
by a vast band of monkeys, and disposed of in all manner of ways as the powers
of the defenders allowed. Some units of the Thai army appeared to have arrived on
scene, and their battle rifles spat up at the dark monsters. It wasn't enough.
When the little beasts slipped through the defenses and set upon a victim, the
deaths they handed out were agonizing.

Diesel's squadron arrived. Her largest drone released two smaller drones,
each of which possessed a flying-wing style airframe made of pure adamantine
with the leading edge of the wing honed to a molecular edge. It was not
a perfect aerodynamic shape, but the edge was meant for something else.
The two drones rocketed down and slammed into Annihilation. One took him
just below the shoulder, and the beast's massive limb was sliced off.
Great gouts of ichor poured from the fallen arm and Annihilation's stump.
The drone was unable to pull up in time after the impact, and crashed
to the ground, cutting deep enough to bury itself. The second drone took
the monster in the abdomen, and though it was moving at hypersonic speed
it somehow failed to cut the beast in half. Annihilation was knocked backwards
30 feet by the second blow, but his tail kept him upright. The drone was
buried in his flesh, it's single wing protruding to either side of him.

He screamed in thunderous rage, reaching down with his remaining arm to
smash his claws through the still-firing engines of the drone, causing them
to gutter out. He grabbed the drone and jerked it free. A torrent of ichor
spilled out onto the ground below him, eating away at concrete and twisted
rebar like acid. He flung the drone up at the carrier drone which had released
it like a boomerang. Though the carrier was moving very fast, he threw the
wrecked blade drone with such force that he sliced it in half. Already, his
belly wound was closing, and as Diesel watched, he reached down to pick up his
fallen arm to hold it up to his stump. The flesh writhed while the limb began
to reattach itself. Not wanting to wait around for the beast to recover,
Diesel opened up with every gun her squadron could aim at the monster.
Annihilation staggered under the onslaught, and leaped rapidly to the
side to evade her guns. Her computers calmly adjusted their firing solutions
to track the massive beast.

Annihilation staggered to the side, screaming in rage and pain. The black
fire in his eyes flared, seeming to suck in the light as it swelled into
two dark suns sticking out of his face on stalks. When his swollen eyes
seemed about to burst on the vine like over-ripe tomatoes, they released
targeted lances of darkness up at Diesel's drone squadron. The thick
anti-lasers found two of her drones and swatted them down. Diesel wished
she had armored more of them with adamantine, but even for her, working with
the stuff was a pain. Still, through it all she had maintained a steady
hail of tungsten and lead.

Annihilation unhinged his jaw and once more let forth a torrent of black
goo. The beasts which began to take shape this time were elephantine creatures
with bulbous growths on their back, and thick chitinous shells covering
them. Diesel dispatched a volley of incendiary missiles before they had
a chance to fully form. When the smoke and flames cleared, most of the
beasts lay in tangled ruins, but those that had had a chance to fully form
had hunkered down in turtle-like balls and managed to survive. Now, they
rose, and the growths on their backs expanded. Trunk-like protuberances
projected up and the growths shook with force as inky projectiles began
lancing skyward. At first Diesel thought her drones would be able to
easily dodge, but then the projectiles began maneuvering on their own
and she realized they were themselves more of Annihilation's beasts.
Most of her drones escaped unscathed, but the anti-air fire found a
few of them. Curiously, there seemed to be no initial effect, but Diesel
soon realized why when they began crawling over the outside of her drones
looking for a place to begin burrowing in. She doubted the little things
could survive the drones maximum speed, so she directed the affected machines
to peel off and go on a long looping run to shake the things off with the
heat of hypersonic flight.

Diesel had been charging the hyper-dimensional capacitors in her mech
since she arrived in Bangkok, and now she raised her right arm to make
use of all that stored up power. Her right forearm split in three shafts
and began spinning rapidly around a meter diameter gap in the center.
Incandescent energy formed in a ball. Once the weapon charged up, a
targeting indicator popped into being on her HUD and she placed it in
the center of Annihilation's mass. The ball of energy, now grown to be
a meter across, rocketed forward and slammed into the beast. Annihilation
plowed backwards, crashing through rubble and destroying buildings.
When the dust cleared, Diesel could see that he was crumpled in a heap
and nearly covered in rubble. One leg had been blown clean off, and
a pool of ichor was rapidly growing as the black blood gushed from
the wound left by a van sized missing chunk of flesh in his abdomen.
Annihilation shifted, levering himself up onto all fours by planting the
stump of an arm on the ground. Diesel couldn't see where the hand had
gone.

Diesel's drones once more opened up with a hail of bullets and shells.
Annihilation bore the onslaught stoically, seemly too weak to attempt to
evade. For a long moment, Diesel thought he would collapse under the
heavy fire, but then the beast hocked a vile loogie into the blood which
pooled beneath him and the dark pond churned. Dark shapes began to emerge.
Diesel redirected her fire on the emerging monsters, but Annihilation's
blood based minions seemed to be made of sterner stuff than his usual
beasts. The shapes which emerged from the blood were far more human and
far less misshapen than any Annihilation has produced before. They looked
for all the world like angels wrought of pure darkness.

Once they had finished forming, the dark angels took to the sky, great
feathered wings beating as they flew up towards Diesel's drones, swords
dangling. They flew far faster than they should have been able to by
simply beating at the air, and before Diesel knew it, one of the angels
had found a drone and began slicing into it with its inky sword. She
found bullets and explosive shells useless against the things, though
energy weapons seemed to be able to take them down. Unfortunately,
her fleet didn't have as many energy weapons as she would have liked.
She used the energy cannon she had just used on Annihilation on several
of the angels that made for her mech, only needing to create a ball of
light the size of a softball to deal with them. Laser batteries on her
shoulders worked on autopilot to harass the flock of attackers, spending
just long enough on a target to clip its wings before moving on.

Her Defenders communicator data stream indicated that Archon was nearly
there. "Archon, don't go too hard on him. I have something in the works to
make sure he can't escape underground this time. It's halfway across the
Pacific right now. I've already accidentally hit him too hard. We gotta
just keep him contained for another half hour."

"Got it. What's the civilian situation? How bad is it?"

"I got most people out of his range as soon as I could, but he still killed
hundreds when he emerged." An angel managed to get close enough to Diesel
to swing its sword at her. The dark blade failed to damage her adamantine
armor, and she grabbed it with a massive hand, crushing it contemptuously.

Below the aerial battle, Annihilation had made use of Diesel's distraction
to heal. He was only slowly leaking blood, and he had managed to crawl over
to his leg to begin the process of re-attaching it. He was beginning to
unhinge his jaw to pour forth a torrent of monsters when he was interrupted
by a punishing kick to the jaw from Archon.

The blond hero floated just out of range of Annihilation and directed golden
blasts of light down at his adversary, knocking the beast back and forth from every
direction as he orbited rapidly. Annihilation shook his mighty head as if trying
to dislodge a fly, and roared up at Archon defiantly. He tried to jump up
to grab the hero, but his leg wasn't yet fully healed and it collapsed under
him when he tried to leap. Archon took advantage of the slip to dart in and
slam his fists into the side of the monster's head.

Diesel lost half of her drones dealing with the angels, but in the end she
prevailed. The whole time, Archon kept Annihilation on the ropes, expertly
interrupting the beast any time he tried to vomit forth more minions.
"Just another five minutes," Diesel told him.

"Got it." Archon said, concentrating fiercely.

Diesel flew down to join him in battering the monster, but she mostly just
let Archon do his thing, not wanting to get in his way. Archon was poetry
in motion when he fought. His every action was perfectly controlled
and calibrated to keep Annihilation struggling without injuring him so
much that he would flee. Watching him fight, Diesel realized that Archon
must always be holding back, always be titrating his god-like power so
he didn't break the hopelessly fragile world around him. The world was
lucky that the most powerful metahuman had turned out to be so honorable.

Diesel's cargo drone arrived with a thunderous roar as it decelerated from
moch 12. Diesel charged up her energy canon and targeted Annihilation.
"Ok Archon, let me get a clear shot." Archon pulled back and Diesel once
more released a hammer blow on the beast. Just as before, Annihilation
was driven backwards through the rubble by the force of the blow,
fetching up in a heap of pooling blood. "Don't let him move while I
set up," she instructed.

Her cargo drone released three smaller drones, which slammed into the earth
in a triangle around Annihilation. Smaller drones soon followed to begin
hooking up massive cables to the three machines. The cables were drawn over
to Diesel's mech and plugged into a forth machine which was connected directly
to the chest of Diesel's mech. Diesel re-configured her containment hoses
and switched both her breasts to producing pure anti-water. The generator
in front of her came to life and a glowing field of red light sprang to
life between the three machines that surrounded Annihilation. "Get out of
there Archon."

The field flared brighter. Diesel switched her right breast to produce a potion
Agatha Miller had taught her about. Magic mixed with high technology and
bonds clamped into place all over Annihilation, lifting him into the air
and holding him in place. He struggled against them, but it was to no avail.
"Now you can go back in the field. We'll lose comms once you do, but once
you see the containment wall come up you don't need to worry about blowback.
End him. Leave nothing behind." Diesel's voice was thick with hatred at the
monster that had personally slaughtered tens of thousands.

Archon's golden eyes, which had been cold with wrath since he arrived,
grew stormier still. He floated into the field. Diesel activated the
containment wall, using a different potion and as much energy as she
could muster to fuel the process. An opaque black sphere encased Archon
and Annihilation. The wall would release Annihilation from his bonds,
but that wasn't about to save him. Archon had only let Annihilation
live in the past because he was worried about collateral damage.

Diesel left the containment sphere up for half an hour, then dropped
it. Archon was floating in the center of the sphere, completely alone,
and quite naked. Apparently whatever he had done to burn away the
beast had also destroyed his near-invulnerable costume. Diesel allowed
herself a moment to admire his form before somewhat reluctantly dispatching
a swarm of nanites to form a new costume for him. "How long did it take
you? I left up the wall for a while to be safe. I hope you weren't bored."

"I've had a while to cool down. Thanks for the new costume by the way.
We make a good team Candice."

She smiled, "yeah, we do, don't we."

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

Archon arrived in Diesel's workshop to find it empty. Diesel stilled used the
space at the Defenders headquarters in downtown Chicago sometimes, but she had bought
a shuttered airfield a 45 minute drive outside of the city in order to build on
a larger scale and now spent most of her time there. The space was much less cluttered
than Archon was used to seeing in a tinker's lab, likely because most of the finished
machines he could see had been built in nanomachine baths. The one exception was the
adamantine foundry in one corner, which had the usual tinker mess.

He walked through the foundry looking around curiously. He stopped by a desk with a
sleek computer terminal, a half-finished cup of coffee and various papers scattered
about. He saw a sketchbook lying open on the desk with a half finished image of a
golden haired man floating in the center of a reddish energy field generated by three
field generators. The details around the edges of the drawing still needed to be filled
in, but the central figure was drawn in evocative detail, every line of the
bulky muscles on his nude form standing out in sharp relief, his face raised to the
heavens with an expression of serenity. The image was clearly of Archon, but the
treatment artist had given him left the impression of a god coming down to earth,
which clashed with Archon's notion of himself. Despite having worn the mantle of his
power for decades, Archon had never fully come to terms with the way his power placed
him outside of humanity.

A door in the wall next to him whooshed open and Diesel walked in. She looked incredible
in tight black jeans and a fitted white t. "Sheldon, hi!" she gave a heart-melting smile
at the sight of him. Her eyes flickered down to the sketch book, and a flush colored
her cheeks. She walked over and closed the book.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snoop, I was just- it was open."

"It's fine, I mean I was the one drawing you, so. I like to draw, it's the only thing
I'm really good at."

Archon snorted, "you just built a containment field that held Annihilation."

"The thing in my head did that, but that's not really me. I don't have any understanding
of how that works really, you know how tinker tech is. I can't explain it to anyone, which
means I don't really understand it, which means it's not part of my mind. Ever since I
got my powers I've just been a superhero. I only did half a semester of college. I was
gonna be a mechanical engineer, you know, a real one, not just the recipient of some
eldritch muse I can't really control, but I got my powers and I never had to earn my
skills. I feel like drawing is the only skill I developed well enough before I got my
powers to know that it's really mine. I don't know, maybe this sounds crazy."

"No, no it's not crazy. I know exactly what you mean. I don't know who I am without my
powers. I wish I had something like your drawing. Without my powers, I'm useless."

Her face darkened, "Don't say that, you're so much more than your powers. You know
what most people would do if they got your powers? 99 times out of 100 someone gets
your powers and the world turns out a lot worse than it has. The only difference is
that we got lucky enough that the strongest metahuman in history also turned out to
be a good man. When I dropped that containment field, that's what I was thinking.
I realized just how much you're always holding back, and I realized just how lucky
we are." She stepped closer to him.

He looked down into her big dark eyes, "thanks Candice."

"Sorry for getting all emotional, I'm sure you hear it a lot. Now, what were you
here for? Want me to make you something? I was thinking I could do an adamantine
chain mail costume for you so you don't end up naked if you have to go nova again."

"That sounds great actually, thanks. Actually, I came here because, umm," *I can't
stop thinking about you,* somehow he couldn't get the words out, "because I wanted
to say you did a great job dealing with Annihilation. Civilian casualties were the
lowest of any time he showed up."

She cocked her head, "is that all you wanted to say?"

"And it was really great teaming-" she cut him off with a kiss, then pulled back
with a questioning look in her eyes. In answer he kissed her back hungrily,
"God, Candice, I can't get you out of my head."

She flushed, eyes alight with desire, "that makes two of us." She hopped up to
straddle him, sliding her fingers into his thick blond hair and tilting his
head so their mouths could meet once more. Archon rose slowly into the
air, supporting Diesel by cupping his hands under her butt as they made
out.

She pulled back far enough to shuck off her t-shirt, revealing a thick industrial
looking sports bra that soon went the way of her shirt. Archon goggled at the
sight of her huge super-powered breasts bouncing free. He ground his hips into
her and she could feel his hardness pressing into her. She squirmed her hips
so she could thrust her chest in his face, swallowing up his head in hot
silky cleavage. Archon kissed and sucked at her breasts desperately, finding
his way to her nipple before long. Diesel knew what he wanted and saw no
reason to hold back. She let down milk perfectly tailored to be the best thing
that Archon had ever tasted. Before he had managed to get down his third swallow,
he was bucking up into her, great gobs of spunk soaking his uniform. "Sorry,
Candice, you're just so-"

She cut him off with a kiss and grinned, "don't be silly, it's kinda hot how
easily I can make you cum."

"You have no idea,"

She smirked, "I think I have some idea. Now put us down so I can bang you
properly."

Archon floated to the ground, letting Diesel settle on top of him. In
a few hurried motions they stripped out of their remaining clothes and
Diesel positioned herself over his straining shaft. Though he had just
orgasmed, his powers let him stay hard. The cum which soaked his crotch
lubricated his shaft, making it easier for Diesel to slide down it in
one violent thrust. Once mounted on his dick, she rode him with a
feverish intensity that was only interrupted when one of them tensed
up in orgasm. It was a pace of intercourse that neither of them could
have maintained without their powers, but eventually even Diesel got
tired and stopped to drape over Archon in a sweaty heap.

"Mmmmm, that was nice," she kissed him.

"Yeah."

"What does this make us?"

"Very sexy?" he grinned.

She rolled her eyes and smiled before flopping back down on his chest.
She was just starting to drift off when her computer started beeping
urgently, "ahh, fuck, it sounds like someone needs to call in the
big guns." She pulled herself off him and was covered in a skin-tight
nanite suit that flooded out of her nipples before she had even taken
three steps. She threw a ball of nanites on Archon's costume to clean
the cum stains before she tossed it to him and started jogging over
to her mech.

"No rest for the wicked," Archon said as he got dressed.

"I guess so," Diesel swung into the cockpit of her mech. Right
after she closed up the hatch, she popped it back open, "oh yeah,
to be continued."

Archon followed her out of the big hanger doors. He liked the
sound of that.

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

"I win again!" Diesel crowed, tossing down her controller. Archon got a lot
closer to holding his own when the game wasn't rigged, but even with his
super speed and not-insignificant skill, Diesel trashed him in every game
they played. Tinker powers generally came with enhanced abilities to operate
machines, and Diesel was no exception in that regard. It meant
she could speedrun pretty much any video game with a little practice.

"I'm not sure I believe you aren't rigging the game," Archon said. He had
been playing his heart out while she lay on the couch with her head in his
lap, looking like she was barely paying attention to the screen.

She got up and climbed into his lap facing him, "awww, babe, quit whining,
we both know how much you love it when I beat you." She tilted her head
and pressed herself to him. Archon's dick strained up against her, and
she shifted herself to settle her ass around his thick shaft, commanding his
nanite pants and underwear to disperse so she could press her hot snatch
directly against him. Archon had moved into her hanger workshop two weeks
ago, and every moment of it had been one of hyper charged eroticism. Diesel
used her nanites to craft an un-ending series of pornographic outfits for
herself when they were hanging out at home together. Right now she had her
hair up in pig-tails and wore a tiny pleated skirt with an undersized button
down shirt knotted under her breasts. She wasn't wearing any underwear, so
she made direct contact with his hot member.

"That true," he admitted.

She grinned, biting her lip, "I made you a present."

"Again? You really don't need to keep making me stuff," it turned out that
when the world's most powerful tinker was head over heels for someone, she
had a tendency to think up a design for an amazing gift nearly daily.

"Well, this one is also kinda a gift for me. Come on, fly me over there,
it should be just about cooled now," she pointed behind him and he craned
his neck around to see the flow of her nanobots cleaning an would away
from a gleaming adamantine structure.

"What are you up to?" he smiled up at her.

"You'll see. Come on," he floated up in the air and flew over to the structure.
It was a bit awkward flying backwards, but he wanted to keep his girlfriend
balanced on his lap. The angle meant he didn't get a good look at the structure
until they got pretty close. It appeared to be a large flat pad, roughly the size
of a bed. Groves and seams covered it in a spiderweb. It was pretty clear what
Diesel wanted him to do, so he settled down in the center of it. As soon as
he did, Diesel's clothes flowed and shifted. Nanobots flew down from the
air around them to form black stiletto boots, and her skirt shifted from a
bright green to a leathery black. Her top shifted from a knotted shirt to
a corset formed from a cage of black metal which didn't really cover anything
but did shove her huge breasts up to make her cleavage even more incredible
than usual. The bars of her corset were formed in smooth curves that climbed
over her pale flesh like vines. More nanobots flew down from the air, making
the corset grow to cover her arms. The metal turned flexible around her joints,
and when it climbed over her hands. The process finished when a flock of small
drones flew up to her with ten chips of gleaming adamantine which Archon
realized were nail extensions when the flowing metal on her hands formed settings
to hold them in place at the tips of Diesel's fingers.

"How do you know how to press my buttons so well?" Archon asked, taking hold
of her plush ass and grinding himself up into her.

"Oh Sheldon, you're an open book," she leaned forward and took hold of his wrists.
Her adamantine claws could have cut through nearly anything, but her boyfriend's
skin remained unharmed where her nails dug in. He didn't resist as she pulled his
mighty arms into place and activated the adamantine bed. Rings of gleaming metal
shot up to encircle his arms, four on each arm. Each of the rings were as thick
as Diesel's wrists, and each was perfectly sized for his form. Anyone else
would have been unable to move. Archon couldn't move if he didn't want to
damage Diesel's hard work, but he knew he could burst the bonds if he wanted
to.

Diesel rose and shoved his legs into place with the tip of one of her boots,
activating similar restraints on his legs. "This is something I've been wanting
to build for a while, but I couldn't do it without some help from Agatha. I still
have a lot to learn about runework, but she's taught me enough about writing
strengthening wards that I could make this." She began lactating pure mana essence.
Diesel didn't actually have any magical power in the traditional sense, but since
her empowered breasts could produce anything, including magical liquids, she
was able to do quite a lot when it came to alchemy. The essence filled the
hollow core of the bars in her corset, lighting up red lines of light where
she had strategically made the metal thinner. The glow spread over her body
slowly until it had traveled all the way down her arms and into channels set
in her adamantine claws. She walked in a slow circle around Archon, letting
glowing red liquid pour off the tips of her nails in ten thin streams that
fell into a thin channel which surrounded Archon on a circle.

"Uuuhhh, babe? You're not summoning a demon on top of me or anything right?"

"No, why would I do that. Just relax. I promise you'll enjoy it." The red
glow flowed inward, branching out into smaller and smaller channels. Whenever
it reached on of the restraints around Archon's limbs, the magic essence
was wicked up into the adamantine.

Diesel returned to her boyfriend and stood over him, "try to get up," she
sank down to straddle him, grinding her hot snatch into the side of his
dick.

Archon flexed an arm, building up to the amount of strength it would
take to burst his bonds without any magical reinforcement. He crossed
that point without any change in his situation. He increased his
strength further and further. Diesel grinned when she saw the shocked
expression on his face as he realized that his full strength wasn't
enough. "You were so sure of your invincibility little hero, you never
imagined you could get trapped by anything," she let out an evil
laugh, "and now because of your hubris I'm going to keep you here
in my lair as my sex slave." She leaned forward and pressed down
into him, pulling his head up so she could bite his lower lip hard
before letting it snap back against his teeth.

"Wow, Candice, I can't believe you figured out how to strengthen
adamantine so well."

"Candice? Candice who? I'm, umm, shit, I'm- I'm Big Titty Witch
Bitch, and you've fallen for my evil plan! Mw mw mwhahaha!"
She grinned down at him manically. "You don't seem to understand
the gravity of your situation. I'll show you I can do anything I
want to you." She slid down and took hold of his cock, lining
it up with her hot snatch and dropping her hips, "oh, god, Sheldon,
I- I mean hero, you're so fucking hot," she dug her sharp nails
into his chest as she leaned forward. He could feel the tips
pierce his near-invulnerable chest briefly before his healing
factor closed the nicks. He strained up with all his strength,
for the first time since he got his powers, not holding back.
Diesel's artifice held him fast, and as she slid his mighty
shaft home, he came. "Oh, already? Do you? Do you actually like
being captured and turned into a sex slave for me, Big
Titty Witch Bitch?"

"That's such a stupid name," he groaned, arching his back to
press up into her. His super recovery time had him ready to
go again immediately.

"Silence! You can't make fun of my name! I captured you!
I'll make you pay for that! I'm gonna fuck you till you
can't move! That'll show you!" She began riding him with
wild abandon, moaning and gasping in pleasure. A few times
she accidentally cut herself with her razor sharp nails,
and was too far gone with pleasure to notice. In some of
Archon's more lucid moments he had the presence of mind
to twist her tinker power into a fast healing power to
close her little cuts. Eventually, Diesel ran out of
energy and collapsed on top of him, her chest heaving
against him. "That'll- that'll show you. That's what you
get for making fun of my name."

"Really? So if I make fun of your name you'll do that again?"

"Yeah, so don't even think about it buster!" she giggled.

He grinned, "Big Titty Witch Bitch, more like Big Titty
Witch Hitch!"

She made a retching noise, "that was terrible, that doesn't
even make any sense."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I made fun of you, so now you have to
punish me." He wiggled his hips suggestively. His cock was
still buried to the hilt within her and his motion elicited
a soft noise of pleasure from his voluptuous girlfriend.

"I guess you enjoyed yourself," she giggled. "Sorry I was
a bit silly. I was planning to be all dark and dommy, but
then I couldn't think of a good name and I kinda made
it a joke."

The adamantine rings around Archon's left arm screamed as
they sheered off of the platform so he could brush her
hair back, "no, it was fun."

Diesel made sputtering noises, "you- but- you were just
pretending?"

Archon chucked and freed his right arm, "no, it really did
hold me. It just can't hold me when I twist my true sight
power into extra super strength and throw my telekinesis
in for good measure."

"But that's- you have any idea how many times I multiplied
the strength of those shackles? I used photolithography
to etch the runes! Fuck!"

He shrugged, "sorry."

"You know that watchmen quote they are always saying about you?"

He frowned, "I've always hated that: 'there is a god and he's American'".

"There is a god and he's my boyfriend."

He pulled her down to kiss him, "somehow I'm ok with that version."

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

Five grimoires floated in front of Agatha Miller while her unfocused
eyes took in a page at a time from all of them at once. A knock at
the door interrupted her concentration. She huffed in annoyance and
the books closed with a snap before floating across the room of her
library to put themselves back on the shelves. The 700 year old witch
muttered to herself and walked over to the door of her cottage to open it.

Diesel stood outside her doorstep in tight black jeans and a tight
red top with a flat neckline that left her shoulders bare and exposed
most of the tops of her huge breasts. Tight sleeves gripped her biceps
halfway down her arm, and the hem was high enough to expose the enchanted
navel piercings Agatha had helped her design. In her six inch stilettos,
she topped 7 feet, and the width of her hips and bust made her
fill the door. As always when Agatha saw Diesel for the first time
in a few days, she was struck by the other woman's inhuman perfection.
No ordinary woman could have a face that flawless or skin which glowed
with such perfect health. It was no wonder that every tabloid in the
world had been plastering shots of the half-Korean tinker, with or
without her powerful new boyfriend, over every cover for months.

"Well come in then," Agatha said gruffly. Most people were overawed by
Diesel these days. The combination of her incredible beauty, her reputation
as the world's strongest tinker, and her sheer size made her quite
intimidating, but despite the fact that Diesel's tits weighed more
than Agatha's torso, once she got over the initial beauty shock, Agatha
was unruffled. It would take more than an ultra-sexy tinker to throw
the witch who had crossed swords with the Succubus Dutchess off her game.

"I did it!" Diesel exclaimed proudly, holding up a glass marble and
furrowing her brow in concentration. After a few moments, a weak red
glow filled the glass ball. It was the weakest possible spell. Diesel
wasn't actually providing the magical energy required to create the
light. Agatha had charged the marble with her own power when she
gave it to the bigger woman. The only magic Diesel was doing was
activating the spell Agatha had put on the marble. It was all the
magic an ordinary person could do, and it took years of training
even then, so no one ever bothered. Agatha hadn't been expecting
Diesel to master the simple spell so quickly.

"So it appears. You'd better come in. I'll put on some tea."
Agatha ushered her in.

Diesel looked around, taking her bearings. Agatha's cottage looked
like a tiny one-room building on the outside, but there were
hundreds of rooms on the inside. The door could open into any
one of them, so she never knew what to expect. The library was
pretty common, so she wasn't too surprised. "I came up with a
biofeedback rig to help me make progress faster, and I put your
exercises in a sleep trainer that worked me through them in
my dreams."

Agatha grunted. She didn't like technology. "Well, you better
come to the infirmary so I can tattoo you."

"Oh, I was actually thinking I could do that myself with nanites."
Diesel projected a hologram from the elegant watch on her wrist,
displaying some tiny metallic runes, "you said the limiting factor
for flexibility was the number of runes you could fit onto
my skin close enough to my mana source, but with these nanorunes
we can make the pattern much smaller, forming larger runes out of
smaller runes."

Agatha pursed her lips, "yes, this will help quite a bit. You've
re-designed the tattoos to take advantage of this?"

"Yeah,"

"Show me."

The hologram grew to fill the room, showing thousands and thousands
of runes. Agatha took them all in at a glance. "No, no, no, you're
thinking like a computer designer. You'll never get as much power
and flexibility out of it as you could if you do it this way.
Turn off your device, let me show you what to do."

Diesel did as she was told, and Agatha conjured an illusion into
place showing a similar tapestry of runes. Agatha explained various
parts of the runework to Diesel, then made it all shrink, the sea
of runes becoming a single rune. A new sea of runes blossomed and,
after an explanation shrank as well. Diesel had a few ideas, only
a few of which Agatha incorporated, but after over 14 hours work, they
had a new design that they were happy with. Diesel was exhausted
from all the mental work, but Agatha seemed invigorated by the
design process. It was annoying that such an old woman could be so
full of energy.

"Ok, here goes." Diesel had scanned the whole design in as they
worked. Her top dissolved in a flow of nanites. She produced a
silver stream of nanorune ink. The runes were formed from adamantine
so they could hold their shape at such small sizes, and it gave the
ink a silver gleam. The nanites which had made up her top flowed
into the blobs of ink and brought it back to her skin, settling
over her aureole and the skin a few inches outside of it. She
sucked in her breath at the sting when the machines burrowed
into her skin, pulling the ink with them. It took a few more
seconds for the nanites to assemble the runes, locking them
into place with molecular glue and remaining in place in case
the pattern was broken. Three concentric circles of dull runes
marched around her nipples. The innermost circle was inside
her aureole, and the outermost just barely on the pale flesh of
her breasts. Agatha could make out the smaller runes which
made up the larger runes, and knew that the smaller runes were
themselves made up of still smaller runes in shrinking layers
all the way down to nano scale.

Agatha's hands took on a glow and she raised them to press into
the busty tinker's soft flesh. The larger woman's nipples pressed
into Agatha's palms like big fleshy shot-glasses, but she didn't
allow the size of them to distract her as she empowered the runes.
"Ok, you can remove your nanobots now. The runes will hold themselves
in place now." Once the nanites retreated from Diesel's skin, Agatha
healed the other woman and withdrew her hands. Where the ink had
been dull before, it now shone with a metallic golden sheen. Diesel
was a little surprised it wasn't silver like the ink had been.

"Alright, now for the final step I guess," Diesel said.
Normally, witches were born, not made, but with Diesel's ability
to create any liquid, even extremely rare and powerful magical
liquids, Agatha had come up with a way to turn the sexy tinker
into a real witch, not just a jumped up alchemist. The runes
could tap into mana essence she created in her breasts, but
even with all the extra flexibility they had baked in, Agatha
had told her she would never become a great spellcaster without
the ability to do magic herself. The runes were just meant
to trick the elixir she was about to imbibe into thinking she
was already a witch so that when it empowered her, she would
be one for real.

The nanites which had made up her top formed a huge jug, the
size and general shape of a 5 gallon water bubbler jug. Diesel
brought it up to her right breast and, slipping her nipple
into the mouth, released a gush of Elixir of the Sage. The
tar colored liquid was incredibly hard to come by under
ordinary circumstances, but was still sought after by magic
users of all sorts for its ability to permanently increase a
magic wielder's power. You could only drink it once in your
life, and it tasted so foul that few could get more than
a few mouthfuls down.

Once the jug was full, Diesel cut off the flow and filled
her breasts with mana essence. She didn't have to release
it to empower the runes around her nipples, just will them
to take up the power. They took on a bright glow that
continued to build until it was near blinding. Nanites
formed goggles around her eyes. It might have seemed like
they were to block out the light, but that was just a side
benefit. Diesel knew she wouldn't be able to get down as much
of the Elixir as she wanted purely through force of will, so
she'd been wearing these hypno-googles two hours a day since
Agatha gave her the marble to practice with. Hopefully the
programming would work. She activated the goggles to
reinforce the compulsion she had been implanting in her mind
for weeks.

Diesel lifted the heavy jug to her lips and began to drink.
The liquid was unbelievably foul. She'd used nanites to block
her smell and taste, but the magic of the liquid didn't seem to
notice. Without the hypnotic conditioning, she would have given
up after a few gulps. Instead she continued drinking steadily.
She had been fasting for the last day and a half, so there was
plenty of room in her stomach. Despite the hypnotic conditioning,
she struggled to keep going, but somehow she did. When she
finally lowered the jug, it was because her stomach was bulging
obscenely. Nearly all of the huge jug was empty. Clutching her
stomach with a guttural moan, Diesel staggered against a bookshelf.
She could already feel the elixir working, taking the tiny kernel
of magic she had cultivated by learning to activate the marble
and blending it with the power of the runes on her breasts, then
making it truly hers as it grew again and again.

Diesel rose up into the air, her inky hair floating around
her as if she was under water and her eyes and tattoos glowing
gold. She grew more and more beautiful with each passing second.
Her belly slowly shrank as the elixir was consumed, but before the
bulge had receded enough to notice, she had already grown so
utterly enthralling it was impossible to look away. Her beauty
was undeniable, inexorable. Every jiggle of her full breasts
rocked the foundations of reality. Her long, flawless legs
and perfect bubble butt demanded immediate obedience. Her
jet black hair gleamed with impossible health, it's every wave
and shift more memorizing than the last. Her perfect face
became ever more aching and sharp in its perfection, cutting
into Agatha's soul. It was only through incredible effort
of a will honed against the fiercest adversaries that
the 700 year old witch was able to squeeze her eyes shut
and scuttle out of the room.

Alone in Agatha's library, Diesel clutched at her belly, unaware
that she had nearly just crushed her mentor's will by accident.
The discomfort in her gut consumed her. It churned and boiled
within her even as she grew ever more alluring. Her pained moans
grew steadily more erotic and sensual, not out of any sensation
on her part, but simply because everything about Diesel took on
an incredibly intense level of allure. By the time she finally
floated down the ground, her faintest sigh could have brought
anyone to instant orgasm if they were there to hear it.

She stumbled on wobbly legs and put her hand on a thick oak
table to steady herself. The table promptly exploded into
thousands of splinters. The carpet was torn to shreds along
with most of the other furniture. The bookshelves and paintings
were protected by wards of some sort.

"Fuck, what did I just do?" Diesel wondered aloud. Her voice
sounded like sex and a spring day and wildflowers.

A scroll floated off of a shelf and opened in front of her.
"DO NOT MOVE!" appeared in big red letters on the scroll.
"YOU HAVE A PHYSICAL MAGIC AFFINITY. YOU MUST LEARN TO
CONTROL IT BEFORE YOU LEAVE. IT COULD TAKE SOME TIME.
I WILL TELL SHELDON YOU WILL BE LATE COMING BACK."

"Umm, ok, what do I do."

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU AND YOU ARE TOO STRONG TO WRITE ON SOMETHING
TO TALK TO ME. I'VE SEALED OFF THE LIBRARY SO YOUR SCENT DOESN'T
EFFECT ME," the scroll explained. "I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU NEED
TO DO TO GET YOURSELF UNDER CONTROL AND GIVE YOU A FEW DAYS.
YOUR ENHANCED PHYSICAL MAGIC SHOULD LET YOU STAY AWAKE AND
STANDING STILL LONG ENOUGH TO LEARN. I'M GOING TO LEAVE YOU
SEALED IN FOR 2 WEEKS. HOPEFULLY THAT WILL BE LONG ENOUGH."

"Well, fuck." Diesel said as instructions for mental exercises
began to appear.


Diesel had never been happier to see anyone than she was when
Archon opened the door. She had figured out how to control the
physical enhancement magic 4 days in, and pretty much mastered
it after 10 days. It had been incredibly boring, not to
mention maddening not knowing what was going on outside.
It was heartening to confirm that Agatha had been right about
her tinker powers allowing her to perform complex magic.
Bootstrapping a non-mage into a mage wasn't a new idea, but
since the process they had just undergone only expanded
her magical power it would have been useless for most people.
In addition to their pool of power, mages had an innate
ability to control the minute details of magic the same way
normal people were able to control thousands of variables
at once in order to walk and talk at the same time. Not
being a natural mage, Diesel didn't have that, but she did
have a tinker's ability to control machines very well, and
with the degree to which her tinker power had been boosted,
she was able to treat her new magic like an extremely complex
machine and control it all consciously. In combination with
the fact that Elixir of the Sage only worked for the person
who had created it, it was the reason her method of magical
ascension wouldn't work for anyone else.

Archon smiled in delight at the sight of her, "Hey honey,
how you holding up? I've been worried. Do you have
your magic under control?" Archon's magic immunity meant he
wouldn't be effected by her beauty enhancement, so even if it
was going at full blast she would still look normal to him.

"Yeah," she smiled and walked over to give him a hug. Even
with her strength enhanced for a second time, his firm
muscles barely deformed as she pressed into him. "I'm
really glad to see you. I missed you a lot in here." She
gave him a kiss.

"I missed you out here. No more turning into the most powerful
witch alive ok?"

Diesel snorted, "I might have the most raw power now, but
Agatha still has me beat in terms of skill by a mile. It
will take me a while to become a decent witch if I want to
do more than just smash things."

"Hey, smashing things is great. I'm well known for smashing
things, and everyone seems to like it."

She smirked, "I know I like it when you smash this pussy."

"You're such a perv. We were having a moment," he shook his
head in mock disgust.

She giggled.

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

Golden Goddess glanced at the rack of magazines in the checkout
aisle. Her lips thinned in anger at the sight of Diesel on not
one, but four separate glossy covers. "Strongest woman alive!"
proclaimed one magazine, showing Diesel in a black bikini
holding the earth aloft. *What a skank,* Golden Goddess thought.
She was posing for cheesecake covers?

Another cover showed Diesel's rune covered mech floating next
to Archon with little images of the dozen A-list villains they
had taken down together since they started dating. "Super
couple cleans up!"

Diesel hadn't exactly shied away from the lime light since the
paparazzi blew her cover, and apparently that meant giving
interviews to the press. Another magazine proudly proclaimed
that it had an exclusive interview with her. "Diesel breaks
her silence on her mysterious secondary power!" the headline blared.
In smaller text there were quotes from Diesel about how she had
hidden her secondary power because she was worried she would get
judged for having a power tied to her breasts. "I guess you could
say they are the most powerful boobs on earth," she had apparently
told the interviewer.

The last magazine really got her fuming, "Sexiest man alive finally
meets his match!" proclaimed one magazine which showed Diesel
and Archon arm in arm at a red carpet event. The two superheros
towered above the normal sized people around them. Archon
looked as incredible as always in a tight tux, and Diesel's
shimmering red dress did very little to hide the woman's absurd
curves. Her long legs were on tantalizing display through a long
slit down the side of the dress facing the camera, and a deep
V neckline plunged nearly to her navel. The word "finally"
kept echoing in Golden Goddess's head as she paid for her groceries
and headed out of the store.

She was so steamed up that she had to fight to avoid using her
flight to rocket to her car, which would have blown the
cover that the hologram disguise necklace Magic Eye had made
for her provided. It was one of the few bits of working tinker
tech she still had after dropping off the map to get away from
Archon and his new hussy.

When she got home she sat fuming on the couch for twenty
minutes, her hands balling and unballing. Eventually, she came
to a decision and got to her feet. She went over to her bedside
table and picked up a small jewelry box. When she opened it,
a little jester doll popped out. "So creepy," she muttered
at the tiny jack-in-the-box. She flicked the doll, "hey,
Dr. Zim, you listening?"

After a few seconds of silence, the doll's head abruptly snapped
up towards her. "Amelia! I was hoping you'd call!"

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

"It's nice that things have gotten so quiet," Diesel said, taking
Archon's hand as they walked down the white sand beach of the tiny
pacific island they were on. There was no fresh water on the island, and
it nearly got swamped at high tide. It might have had a name, but
they didn't know it. Archon had spotted it while they were flying
over and they had dropped down to eat the picnic lunch they had brought
and soak in the crystal beauty of the waves around them.

"Yeah, it helps that we've been taking so many major threats off the
board," Archon said.

"And more importantly keeping them off," Diesel grinned and
squeezed her tits together. Over the last six months, they had tracked
down pretty much every major threat except Dr. Zim and captured them.
Archon had captured most of them before, but this time they had a prison
that could hold top tier villains. Diesel had come up with the idea and
Agatha had helped her design it. She now had a fourth ring of golden
runes circling her nipples, but unlike the three inner rings which turned
her into a sort of synthetic witch, this rune etching was integrated with
Diesel's true living witch abilities. It drew on her physical enhancement
affinity and the matter creation powers of her breasts to create an
extra dimensional space within her cleavage. That by itself wasn't all
that unusual. Bags of holding and similar items were fairly common among
moderate to high level practitioners, but the distance between Diesel's
cleavage dimension and other dimensions was much, much greater than
an ordinary external dimension, making it impossible for anyone but her
to get into. The rules of the dimension were also such that Diesel had
complete awareness and control over what went on inside, which made it
easy to keep each threat well contained. The prison dimension now
contained most of earths villainous heavy hitters.

Archon's cock twinged. Casually walking around with the world's most
dangerous villains trapped between her tits was such a show of dominance.
Diesel had become so powerful, and she seemed like she grew stronger every
day as she learned new magic. Apparently, Agatha had told her that once
she learned a spell, she understood it on a deeper level than even the
Magus of Earth who was teaching her because of the way Diesel had to
do so much with her conscious mind that normal mages did subconsciously,
"Yeah, yeah, that's certainly helped."

Diesel looked up at him and smirked. He was staring at her flawless
cleavage. She knew how the new prison made him feel. She hugged
his trunk like arm to herself, squeezing her pliant boobs around
it, then pointed towards the small stand of palm trees growing at
the center of the island. "Let's go eat lunch under there."

"Hold on, there's something I need to do first," he turned to face
her, then got down on one knee. He somehow produced a little box,
though Diesel didn't know where he could have hidden it given he
was wearing nothing but a speedo. Opening the box, he looked up at
her, "Candice Prim, will you marry me?"

"Oh my god, Sheldon! Yes! Yes, of course!" she held out her hand
so he could slide the ring onto her finger. As far as she could
tell it was entirely mundane. She didn't detect any magic and
scans from the sensors set in her red adamantine nail extensions
turned up no embedded technology (figuring out how to color adamantine
had actually strained her tinker powers). "I love it," she held
up her hand so she could see the gems glinting in the tropical
sun.

He started to get up, but she jumped onto him and straddled him
when he was halfway up. He allowed himself to collapse under
her trivial weight. She pressed her body down into him and
kissed him urgently.

"I love you Candice," he smiled up at her.

She grinned, "obviously." Their skimpy bathing suits dissolved
into nanites which blew away in the breeze and Diesel reached
down to line his dick up with her pussy. "I'm gonna fuck you
senseless." It was an ambitious goal, one she had never quite
managed to accomplish, but she had a new plan to try. She
pressed her hips down and gasped as his enormous cock entered
her. Rather than pounding away, she settled herself on top of
him, then lifted a heavy breast to slide one of her nipples into
his mouth. He latched on and gulped as her incredible tasting
milk flooded his mouth. The moment her incredible milk hit his
tongue the wave of pleasure which enveloped him flashed down to
his balls, which convulsed and pulsed up into her, providing the
last component she needed for the spell she wanted to try. The
magic suffused her milk glands, mixing with the milk as it
entered his mouth. At first, she thought it wasn't working,
but then she felt his magic immunity slowly begin to yield.
The knowledge that she was breaking through the defenses of
the most powerful man alive made her bite her lip in delight,
and she began bucking her hips to slid up and down on his
still twitching shaft.

Just as she came for the first time, she felt his magical
immunity collapse. She had just carved out an exception to
his immunity. He was still immune to magic, just not when it
came from her. She leaned down and spoke in his ear in
a husky voice, "hey you know that little project I've
been working on? Well, I just figured it out." She
sat up with a grin and put one razor sharp nail on his
chest to draw runes in glowing light over his bulging
muscles.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked.

"Just spicing things up," she smirked and grabbed his wrists,
pinning them down. A wave of weakness washed through the
big blond superhero, and when he strained to free his arms from
Diesel's grasp, he found that he couldn't. "Are you stuck
babe?" she grinned evilly and muttered a spell under her breath
before she stopped suppressing her beauty enhancement.

Archon should have came immediately, but for some reason he couldn't.
His overwhelming arousal at the sight of the goddess astride him
made him feel like he was about to explode, but his mighty balls
were kept in check by some magic. Diesel's sex appeal exploded by orders
of magnitude in seconds, and his cock twitched and strained but
remained unable to find release. It was like when she had used the
Edgemaster 3000 on him, but much more intense. He looked up at her
in awe, unable to take his eyes off her perfection. The very
foundations of reality seemed to hinge on every little jiggle of
her breasts. Her moans were so erotic that he was surprised the
sand itself wasn't orgasming. His mind came apart under the
onslaught.

She rode him hard, soon finding a release that was
denied to him. Archon could do nothing but remain beneath
her, overwhelmed physically and sexually by his dominant
fiance. "You like being, mmmm, being held down, unable
to move by Mistress Candice, don't you?" she gasped. "You're
mine now Sheldon, completely mine, ohhhhhhoohhhhh fuck," she
moaned.

"Please, Mistress, let me cum," he managed to gasp weakly,
"I'm gonna explode." She had been riding him for he didn't
know how long, using him to relentlessly pursue her own
orgasm.

She shuddered, her perfect, reality shaking tits heaving with passion.
"cum for me pet." He exploded up into her, his orgasm
seemingly unending as his powers let him recover before he
even had a chance to stop. What was left of his mind unraveled.

An indeterminate amount of time later, Diesel rolled off of
him. Archon's head lolled to the side and the sand below his
waist was soaked with a puddle of jizz that had spilled out of
her pussy as he continued to pump every more into it. She smiled
in satisfaction at her accomplishment and walked into the
crystal water to go for a swim.

When Diesel returned, Archon had somewhat recovered. "What was
that?"

She smirked, "that was me fucking my fiance senseless, just like I
said I would." She flopped down next to him and gave him a
possessive kiss, "come on, you've had your lunch but I still
want to eat."

Archon felt a surge of strength as she dismissed the weakening
spell she had cast on him. He got up and walked after her as
she moved over to the shade.

"Come on, sit down, I want a beach towel," she giggled and shoved
him back. His legs didn't respond when he tried to remain upright
and he collapsed in a pile on the sand. The partial paralysis
faded as quickly as it had come on. Candice plunked her huge
ass down on top of him, squirming her hips to pinch his cock
between her pillowy cheeks.

"Can't you make one with your nanobots?"

"Mmmmmmm, yeah, probably. Seems like too much trouble when I've
got a perfectly good one right here," she flexed her ass and
squeezed his cock for emphasis. "Ok, let's see about this picnic,"
she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a large basket. In
addition to keeping the most dangerous people around contained,
her prison dimension made an excellent purse. "I'm all worn
out from having my way with you, so you have to feed me."
She lay back on his broad chest and opened her mouth expectantly.

"How am I supposed to do that?"

She rolled her eyes, "use your telekinesis dummy."

"Oh, I thought you meant with my hands,"

"Well you can do that too, just float the food over to and take
it," she thought for a second, "actually, scratch that, I have
something else for them to do. She groped a bit awkwardly beneath
her to grab his wrists and pull his big hands up to cover her
nipples. "There, gotta stay decent. What if Magic Eye is watching?"
she giggled.

"Oh god, why would you say that? Now I can't get it out of my head."

"Oh, relax. I put a tiny weeny little hack in his surveillance system
so we don't have to worry about it, not that he every would, but I could imagine
some of the other people with access doing it. Half the girls in the
Defenders have the hots for you."

"Yeah right, between the two of us, I'm the one who would be tempting people
to take a peek,"

"Duh, you're, like, turbo-yummy," she squeezed his dick with her ass,
"and also all mine." His breath hitched and she giggled, "you like it
when I say that, huh? I can read your surface thoughts now you know.
Anyone ever tell you you're kinda a perv Sheldon?"

His face reddened. Despite the fact that she was facing away from him,
she immediately picked up on it, "don't be embarrassed babe, it's not
like anyone but me knows and you know I don't mind." She trailed her
nails along his flank. She used her nail extensions as a magical focus
much like a wand or staff, so as she moved them over his flesh she
projected streams of unfocused pleasure magic into him. He shuddered
and squirmed deliciously. "Now why isn't there a chocolate covered
strawberry floating into my mouth? You gotta start practicing to be
a good, attentive husband."

"Fuck, Candice, how do you always know what buttons to press," she smirked
and opened her mouth to receive the first offering which floated over to
her.

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

"You think you're so fucking clever, well think again bitch," Golden
Goddess grinned in vicious glee as she glowered at the obese brunette
walking along the edge of a winding river holding the leash of a
little mutt that looked to have a generous helping of shepherd in
somewhere his lineage. Diesel and Archon had been coming here to
walk their new puppy for the last few weeks, using hologram
disguises for privacy. Today, Archon hadn't come. Golden Goddess
didn't know why, but she knew she might not get another chance
like this for a long time.

She raised her left hand and the barrel of an energy weapon
protruded from her palm. She was lying prone to reduce her
profile, though she was half a mile away and had had plenty of
time to come to trust Dr. Zim's stealth technology. Dr. Zim had
carefully collected data about Diesel's sensing capabilities
in order to develop cloaking technology which could defeat it.
Diesel could likely cut through the cloaking technology with
ease if she knew to try, but evidently the stupid whore was
content to rest on her laurels and try to play with magic.
How Diesel had gone from not having a drop of magic in her
to becoming Agatha Miller's fucking apprentice, Golden
Goddess had no idea. However she had done it, her new focus on
magic instead of technology had left a gap in her sensor umbrella
that Golden Goddess was happy to exploit.

She floated up a few inches above the ground and began slipping
forward silently, leveraging her flight to avoid making any
noise. When she was 500 meters away from her target, she raised
her hand a bit further and powered up her cybernetic weapons
systems. The moment they were ready, she fired, but the energy
signature had tripped some signature and Diesel reacted immediately,
moving in front of the little dog to shield it with her body.
Golden Goddess tracked the movement, and her plasma cannon took
Diesel right in the chest, knocking her backward to slam into the
hillside behind her. The impact disrupted the hologram around
her. Despite the fact that she was only wearing yoga pants and a
a thin crop top, the big tinker didn't seem to have been all that
hurt by the blast. Golden Goddess felt a trickle of worry, but
she was too angry to stop and digest what that really meant. She
had been so angry even before the upgrades from Dr. Zim, and with
them in place her amped up endocrine system had kept her even angrier.

Golden Goddess rocketed forward, shoving herself through the air with
all the strength her flight power could muster. As she did so, she
activated the adrenal afterburner in her new cybernetic system.
An adamantine blade emerged from her right palm. It was a bit
awkwardly shaped since Dr. Zim had salvaged it from one of
Diesel's broken drones, but it would do the job. The blade
punched through Diesel's abs and into the ground beneath
her when Golden Goddess slammed into her, cutting right through
the film of nanite armor that covered Diesel's skin invisibly.

"Golden Goddess? What the fuck?" Diesel said with a pained
wheeze.

Golden Goddess ripped the blade out with a vicious tug that
nearly cut through Diesel's spine. Diesel stopped suppressing
her beauty enhancement, but Dr. Zim had anticipated the move
and Golden Goddess's eyes blacked out the photons carrying
the enhancement as soon as the symmetry of Diesel's face crossed
an inhuman threshold. Golden Goddess brought the blade down for
a second strike into the flesh of the dark blob which had replaced
her adversary in her vision, but before she could bury her blade
in flesh once again, red sparks flew between Diesel's nails
and an explosion of magic blew the two combatants apart.

"Golden Goddess, what's got into you?" Diesel levered to
her feet.

"Rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaagggggg! Why don't you just die!" Golden
Goddess shot forward, but Diesel was ready this time, and
a meatly blob of force magic slapped her back. Diesel's
crop top dissolved into a cloud of nanites, revealing
a U-neck sports bra and plenty of cleavage. Space warped
and various armor components swarmed out of the dimension
between Diesel's boobs. Armor began clicking into place
around her legs.

"What's with the new implants? Did Dr. Zim get to you?"
Diesel asked in confusion, blasting Golden Goddess with
a barrage of railgun shells that knocked her further
back, keeping the adamantine blade away from Diesel.

"Fuck you bitch!" Golden Goddess released blasts of energy
from her hands, but they glanced off some spell Diesel had
brought into place. Golden Goddess could see the tattoos
around Diesel's nipples flair with a brighter glow with
each impact, until her armor clicked into place over her
bust.

Diesel's helmet slid into place, and she desperately
gulped at the high grade healing potion flowing from
her nipples up through the armor into her mouth. She
immediately felt her wound closing. The distraction of
healing herself had allowed Golden Goddess to come forward,
cutting through her defensive ward through brute force.
When she slammed her blade into Diesel's abdomen this time
though, the razor sharp blade skittered off, unable to
penetrate Diesel's adamantine runed power armor.

Diesel grabbed Golden Goddess' head in both hands and
conked her armored forehead into the enraged woman's
face. Golden Goddess' nose crunched as it broke.
"Stop doing that!" Diesel told her. "Jeez, Dr. Zim
did a number on you," she said as her HUD lit up,
highlighting the various cybernetic components
implanted in Golden Goddess's flesh.

Golden Goddess screamed and brought both hands together
to build up a massive energy ball. "Come on, cut it out,"
ten red whips of light streamed out from Diesel's fingertips
like honey being poured from a jar and she flicked them
forward to wrap around Golden Goddess, pulling her arms
back to her sides and binding her in an upright position.
The whips detached from Diesel's fingers and anchored themselves
to the ground, holding a struggling Golden Goddess in place.
"Amelia, look at me, this isn't you."

"Rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaagggggg! Yes it is you boyfriend stealing
bitch!"

"Ok, I can tell you're all jacked up on hormones, but I'm starting
to get pretty annoyed with you." Diesel said, walking around behind
Golden Goddess. A small growth of delicate tools sprouted from her
palm and she brought it up to the back of Golden Goddess's head.
"You know I was never trying to be a homewrecker. Once we did
what we had to do we were just allies again as far as I was
concerned."

"Yeah right you stupid cow,"

"Hey, I didn't see you complaining when my udders were keeping
you alive," Diesel chuckled.

"Rrrrrraaaaggggg-" Golden Goddess's scream of rage was cut off
when the air in her mouth suddenly grew dense and chewy. She
could still breath fine, but she could only make muffled noises.

"Alright, let's just take a breather while I turn off your little
rage machine. Little sting," a needle entered the base of Golden
Goddess's skull and her flesh numbed. "Ok, you might feels some
tugging... and all done. I'll just give you a few minutes for
the hormones and whatnot to get out of your system and then
we can head back to base and you can tell me how Dr. Zim got
you. I'm sorry I didn't try harder to find you and assign a
guardian bot to you or something, I figured I'd be the last
person you'd want to see. At lease Magic Eye should have been
keeping tabs on you, we were all just trying give you some
space after you quit."

Diesel's armor unfolded and stowed itself back in her cleavage
dimension as she walked over to the little dog cowering behind
a log, "oh Mars, you poor baby, I'm sorry you had to see that."
She scooped him up, "oh, you're trembling, oh no. It's ok Mars,
you did the right thing staying out the way. Promise me you won't
get braver when you grow up?" It took the little puppy several
minutes to calm down, and Diesel figured that when Mars had stopped
trembling and gone back to excitedly snuffling around in the
grass, Golden Goddess had probably had enough time to recover.

She walked over to the magically restrained super and dismissed
the gag spell, "feeling better?"

"No, at lot worse, but I'm not angry anymore," Golden Goddess
lied sullenly.

"Yeah you're probably crashing after I disabled that hormone
unit. It's a good thing I did, 'cause that thing is not good
for you. Hopefully you'll start to feel better in a few
days, if not I can see what I can to do fix things. You
ready to come back to Defenders headquarters and debrief?
They'll want to do an investigation since you tried to kill
me and everything, but that's obviously Zim tech in you, so
I don't imagine anyone will blame you. I assume he's got
some sort of mind control unit in you, but it's too subtle
for my armor sensors to pick it up, so I'll let Magic Eye
look for it. Until then I gotta keep you tied up, sorry about
that."

Golden Goddess glowered at her, but then made an effort to
school her features. Maybe she could still play this off.
"Ok."

"Just one sec," Diesel fluttered her nails at Mars and a
bubble of force formed around him before floating off
in the direction of Diesel's hanger workshop. "Ok,
let's go," she took hold of Golden Goddess's arm and
took to the sky, using magic to fly. Little rims of force
shielded the edges of her nails so they didn't cut the
other woman up.

Golden Goddess did her best to play along with the story
that Diesel was telling herself. It helped that the shutdown
of her adrenal afterburner was leaving her feeling hollowed
out and listless after the manic high the system had
given her.

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

Alison Prim put the finishing touches on her sister's
complex braid. "Ok, you should be just about done. You
look amazing Candy! You're gonna rock his world."

Diesel had given up on trying to get her little
sister to stop calling her Candy a long time ago,
but she wished that Agatha would stop smirking every
time she heard the nickname. "Thanks sis, you did
a great job," Diesel pulled Alison over into a
brief hug, her huge boobs wrapping around Alison's
slim torso and even spilling out over her arms.
The contrast between the bodies of the two sisters
was stark. Alison looked pretty much like Diesel
had before her powers developed. She wasn't much
taller than 5 feet, and was pretty in a waifish
almost ethereal sort of way rather than the very
sexual beauty which Diesel had possessed since
her powers came in and turned her into the ultimate
short stack. Now with Archon's enhancement having
made her grow to new heights, Diesel's ass alone
weighed nearly as much as her sister did. It made
Alison look like a little kid next to the bigger
woman.

"Should we take some photos?" Battlecat asked.
Battlecat was an old friend of Diesel's who partnered
with her a lot before she got empowered by Archon
and turned into an A-lister. They hadn't been able to
hang out as much as Diesel would have liked since
then, but they had reconnected after things quieted
down a bit with even Dr. Zim safely trapped between
Diesel's tits.

"Yeah, lets! Agatha, get over here!" Diesel called,
beckoning the 700 year old witch over so the photographer
could take some shots of Diesel and her 3 bridesmaids.
It had taken some wheedling to get the grumpy witch to
leave her Scottish cottage. In the end she had agreed
only as a favor to the new Magus. Agatha had handed
the title of Magus off to Diesel a few months ago
even though Diesel had tried to avoid it. The old
witch was still much more knowledgeable and experienced
than Diesel, though Diesel had her beat by a wide margin
in terms of raw power and control. On top of that, the deep
understanding of magic she had gained by consciously controlling
her spells allowed her to improvise in ways Agatha never
could attempt. Speed reading grimoires in hypno-VR wasn't
enough to make up for Agatha's centuries of experience, but
it meant that even in terms of knowledge Diesel wasn't far
behind her mentor. In truth, Diesel probably deserved the
title of Magus. She certainly had enough juice to
deal with major mystical threats to earth, and
Agatha had always hated having to leave her cottage
to box some demon lord's ears. When she had handed
over the massive Opal of Souls that Diesel now wore
in a choker, it had been with palpable glee even if
Diesel had gotten her to promise to help out
if the new Magus got in over her head.

Diesel towered over all of her bridesmaids, even Battlecat,
who had always seemed so tall when they were working
together. Considering how slight her sister and Agatha
were, the voluptuous amazonian bride outweighed
the three of them put together. She was certainly the
center of attention in the photos they posed for, with
the three women arranged around her in their lavender
dresses and the pneumatic bride beaming at the camera
in her daringly cut wedding dress. In her heels, Diesel
stood 7'2", nearly as tall as her husband to be, which
put the bottoms of her massive boobs higher than the tops
of Agatha and Alison's heads.

"Oh my god, Candy, you look like such a boobzilla in this
one!" Alison giggled, looking over the photographer's
shoulder. "Wait, I have an idea. Agatha, let's go barefoot
for a second!"

Agatha looked at the only member of the bridal party
without powers suspiciously. She was used to people being
intimidated by her, but Diesel's bubbly little sister
had been treating her like one of the girls since the
rehearsal dinner. Agatha was still trying to decide
if she was annoyed by the girl or found her endearing.
Despite her lack of enthusiastic response, Alison
ran over to her once she got her own heels off and
whispered in Agatha's ear. "You want to what?"
Agatha demanded in surprise. Alison whispered in
her ear again. "Hmmm, alright Candy, I believe your
sister has an idea." Agatha grinned.

"Ugggg, please don't start calling me that,"

"I don't know, I think it suits you," Agatha giggled.

"It's such a stripper name!"

"No it's not, it's just a cute name from when we were
kids," Alison smirked, then scampered over and positioned
herself beneath one of Diesel's boobs, leaning back
against her sister's thick thigh. "Agatha get over here!"
The witch quickly joined her.

"What are you guys doing?" Diesel giggled, "oh my god,
you're so weird Al." The shutter was clicking steadily.
"Alright, if you want to play it that way, how about this?"
Diesel crouched down, dropping her hefty boobs on top
of the two smaller women's heads. Her pliant flesh
moulded around their heads like putty, entirely covering
their eyes.

"Hey!" Agatha protested and slid away, though not before
the photographer had immortalized the moment.

"Mess with the bull, you get the horns," Diesel smirked.

"Mess with the cow, get the udders more like," Alison
cackled.

They took several more serious photos, then went out to
join the groomsmen for more photos. They were doing the
pre-ceremony photoshoot away from the actual ceremony
location so they could have some time away from the
huge crowd and all the cameras.

Diesel had stayed behind so the photographers and wedding
party could arrange things to capture the "first look" shot.
After a bit, Agatha came back to fetch her, using a spell
to shield Diesel's eyes as she lead her into place. The
lead photographer counted down from 3 and Diesel spun at
the same time as Archon to lay eyes on her intended for the
first time that day. He looked devastatingly handsome in the
tux she had tailored for him. His perfectly done blond hair
seemed to glow in the morning sunlight, and his heroic
physique was displayed to excellent effect by the tux.
Diesel couldn't believe how lucky she was. From the look
on Archon's face and the surface thoughts she could read,
it was clear he felt the same way.

Every woman wants to look good on her wedding day, and
Diesel was certainly no exception, especially when the
whole world was watching. Based on Archon's reaction
she had done a good job. Her bodice was cut nearly low
enough to reveal the outer ring of her tattoos, and
a long slit in the front of her skirt allowed her
powerful legs to flash as she walked towards him.
A 20 foot train held aloft by a small army of fairies
hung inches above the ground as she moved. She knew
how much he loved it from his surface thoughts even
before he wrapped her in a hug and told her.

The wedding party took a bunch more photos now that
Diesel had joined them, then everyone but Diesel
headed off to the ceremony in a big hovercraft drone.
Diesel noticed that Alison had managed to position herself
next to Blitz, and was touching the handsome Chinese-American
speedster's arm quite frequently as they talked.

Every eye was on Diesel when she arrived on a large
flying carpet Agatha had lent her for the occasion.
She had eased up on her beauty enhancement suppression
on the flight over just a hair, so she looked even
better than she had when they were taking photos.
Diesel had already become synonymous with sex appeal
in popular culture without ever using her beauty
enhancement in public, and she knew using it now would
do nothing to reduce the amount of pornographic fan
art about her, but she wanted to make sure she looked
as amazing as she could without actually being
a health risk to her guests when she arrived.

A formation of fairies flew above Diesel's little
cousin Mary as the girl walked down the aisle
scattering rose petals. The fairies joined in
by sending streamers of magical light bouncing
onto the ground beneath them. Diesel swept down
the aisle, her fairy born train hanging above
the ground and her legs flashing through the
slit in her dress with every stride. Everyone
watching could only think that Archon was an
extremely lucky man.

Reverend Brian Choi, who preached at the church
Diesel's mother attended, began to speak once
Diesel had taken her place. Diesel hardly heard
a word he said as she stood up there floating on
a bubble of happiness that seemed to expand
with every passing moment. All of a sudden it
was time to step forward and wrap her arms around
Archon to give him a possessive kiss, and not long
afterwards she was taking an adamantine ring from
Alvin, her cousin Mary's older brother, and sliding
it onto Archon's finger while he slid a matching
wedding band onto her own offered hand.

After the ceremony wrapped up, the wedding party
moved away from the cameras to begin a private
reception. Diesel changed into a simpler dress
without the enormous train so she could dance
more easily. The night was a happy blur, though
she and Archon hardly had a sip of alcohol they
were so busy talking with well wishers and dancing
the night away. Eventually the clock neared midnight
and they departed on the same magic carpet that
Diesel had arrived on.

"Tonight has been perfect," Archon said, his
arms wrapped around Diesel as she lay on top of
him looking down into his eyes.

"Mmmm, yeah. I might have a way to make it even better."

"Oh, I'm counting on it," Archon's hands slid lower so
he could take hold of his new wife's plush ass.

She giggled and squirmed her hips even tighter against
him, "well yeah, obviously that, but I was actually
talking about a solution to the immortality problem."
Diesel had grown skilled and powerful enough to conduct
the ritual that Agatha had used to freeze her physical
age, but the problem was that it only worked on the
caster. Diesel didn't want immortality if it meant watching
her husband die while she remained ageless. Though his powers
kept him in such good physical condition that it was impossible
to tell without careful examination of archival footage,
at 38 Archon was beginning to show signs of aging.
Archon had been trying to convince her to go through with the
ritual anyway, but Diesel had remained stubborn.

"Explain,"

"Well, a witch can share the effects of magic cast on herself
with her familiar, so I was thinking that if I first establish
a similar bond between the two of us, the ritual should apply
to you as well. I think I've figured out how to modify the
familiar bond so it won't be so uneven. I'm not sure I'll be
able to entirely eliminate the mistress/pet dynamic from the
bond though." As she explained, she could feel Archon's
cock strain and she knew that if she hadn't restrained him
magically he would have nutted right there at the idea of
being bound magically to her as her subservient pet.

"Well, umm, well, I don't know, I mean we only get one shot
at this right?" he asked.

Diesel could feel the heat building in her pussy. She could
see from his surface thoughts what he was planning to say
already, "yeah, that's true. I'd only be able to perform
the ritual once."

"Then, probably there shouldn't be too many variables in
plan. I mean something might go wrong when you modify the
familiar bond right?"

"Yeah, it could."

"Then I think you should just do the normal one. It's not
like it would be changing our relationship much."

Diesel bit her lip, "you sure you want to be bound as my
magical slave for all eternity?"

His fingers dug into her ass, "yeah."

"Beg me," her eyes were alight with desire.

"Please, Mistress Candice, please make me yours forever."

The flying carpet touched down next to a large adamantine
pad. "With pleasure."

Diesel rolled off him and tugged him up after her as she
got up and took a few steps onto the platform. She shoved
him backwards onto the platform and jumped atop her husband.
The adamantine pad rose smoothly into the air and a dozen
layers of forcefields and magical wards sprang into being
around them, sealing them off from the outside world.

"What's all this?" Archon asked.

"I don't want to have to hold back tonight," she explained,
pulling her dress over her head in a smooth motion. The sight
of his wife in her underwear had Archon enthralled. She smirked
at the helpless lust which dominated his mind, making it
difficult for him to form complex thoughts. Even after they had
been together for more than two years, her body could turn
him into a lust puddle without any beauty enhancement. "Now,
I know I already gave you a wedding ring, but here's another."
She reached into her cleavage and withdrew a thick braid of
adamantine that looked more like a bracelet for her than a
ring. She handed it to him, then began undoing his pants with
deft fingers.

Archon looked at the ring. It was cleverly constructed of tiny
links of adamantine forming chains which were braided together so
the whole thing could flex a bit even though it was still quite
stiff. His super-vision revealed thousands of tiny runes etched
on the chain links. Along a small plate set on the outside of
the ring there were the words "property of Candice Prim" in flowing
script.

Diesel had finished tugging his pants and underwear off, and now she
reclaimed the ring. "It will help make our bond stronger," she
explained. She took hold of his mighty shaft in one hand and
slid the enchanted cock ring down to the base of his dick with
the other. When it settled at the base of his dick, Archon felt
it grow warm and the adamantine links shift as it cinched tighter.
Experimentally, he reached down and tugged at it. It wouldn't
budge, though he wasn't using anywhere near his full strength.

"Take off your shirt and stay lying down while I perform the
familiar ritual." Diesel instructed, rising to her feet.
Archon did as instructed.

Diesel walked slowly around him, magic streaming from her nails
to create a circle with her familiar-to-be inside. The whole
time she muttered under her breath. Archon felt a tugging that
grew stronger and stronger the longer it went on. When she
stepped inside the circle and pricked her arm with her
nail, splattering hot blood down on his chest, the tugging
grew far more intense and Diesel's eyes lit up with a golden
light. Her tattoos glowed bright enough to be visible through
her bra. All of a sudden, Archon felt something click into
place. A massive, loving mental presence pressed down on his
mind as their souls were welded together. His body shifted,
fresh strength surging into his limbs and his muscles bulging
even larger as he gained half a foot or so. The power that
let him control his world-breaking strength well enough not
to damage anything told him his strength, speed, and visual
acuity had doubled.

Above him, Diesel seemed to be reacting much more
dramatically. She floated up into the air, her back arched
back as she moaned. Her muscles twitched and her hands
began to glow with the distinctive golden glow of Archon's
energy blasts. Eventually she floated back down to the ground,
her chest heaving with passion. "It seems the ring did it's
job well. Our bond is as developed as a familiar bond can be.
It's giving me access to all of your powers." Diesel
raked her sharp nails over her abs to display her
newfound invulnerability.

"Oh, and I probably should have mentioned that the bond would
make you stronger," Diesel said in reply to his curiosity about
his own growth. "Now, give your mistress-wife a kiss," she
grinned down at him and imperiously planted her heel on his
chest. Archon worshipfully kissed her red-pained big toe.
Diesel luxuriated in the submissive mix of lust and awe
with which her new familiar-husband regarded her. The most
powerful man in the world was beneath her foot, feeling
like the luckiest man in the world that he had found such
a gorgeous and dominant bride.

After letting him worship his goddess for a while, she slid
her panties down and stepped over him to mount her stud.
His dick had grown even larger when the familiar bond made
him grow, and she moaned in delight as his enormous girth
filled her. *Mine, mine, mine,* was the thought that kept
playing in her head, traveling down the familiar bond and
surrounding Archon. It didn't take her long to begin
cumming. The moment she did, Archon's body began to stretch
larger once more. They were both too consumed by passion to
notice at first, but Diesel caught on when she felt Archon's
cock swelling even further inside her. It would have split
any ordinary woman, but Diesel's super body was able to
stench and stretch around her lover's mighty member, feeling
only greater and greater heights of pleasure rather than
pain.

As he grew, Archon's powers surged, his strength doubling
every few seconds. Diesel felt it through the familiar
bond, as his expanding powers flowed back to her and she
too exploded with strength, though she remained the same
size. They both lost themselves to pleasure as Archon
continued to grow, his swelling member pushing Diesel to
heights of pleasure she hadn't known existed. She came
continuously, her pussy spasms massaging Archon's cock.
Her mind lost coherence in the pleasure for a time. She
eventually came back to herself impaled on a cock as thick
around as her bicep and long enough that she knew she couldn't
have survived it without the super-flexibility she had gained
through the familiar bond. It was one of Archon's less widely
known powers, but she was very glad of it now. Her husband had
swollen beneath her until his ankles dangled off the edge of
the platform. The enormous man had grown beyond human scale.
He had to be over 9 feet tall now. Diesel hadn't felt small
since Archon first empowered her, but now as she lay down on
the slab of masculine muscle beneath her and felt his tree
trunk arms enfold her, she felt like the short stack she used
to be. "Cum for Mistress Candice, pet," she commanded, releasing
her hold on his dick.

He let out a guttural sound and arched up into her. He
jetted up into her womb, filling it immediately and forcing
its way out to squirt out of the vice-like seal where their
bodies met. The feeling of his hot seed filling and overfilling
her sent Diesel back into an extended orgasm. Eventually, they
had both spent themselves. Diesel lay panting on top of her husband.

"What happened? Why did I grow?"

"Well, our bond is good enough that I get all your powers-"

"That's so hot."

She giggled, "mmmm, thanks babe. Anyway, I got all your powers,
and this is the first time we've had sex since I did, which means
that empowering sex ability of yours triggered, and well, let's
just say I'm very attracted to you."

"I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, don't worry about that. I'm stretchy now. Here let me help
shrink you down," her nails flared briefly and he shrank beneath
her, stopping at his old height, though he could tell his strength
hadn't diminished at all even as his muscles shrank. Maybe I'll
take your wedding ring back and tweak it so you can control
your size. Right now it mostly just empowers our bond and
does this-" *Zzzzaaap*

"Owwww, why'd you do that?"

She giggled, "I dunno, I thought it might bring back fond memories."

"It kinda does," he admitted.

"Mmmmm, yeah, 'course it does. I know you and messed up libido like
the back of my hand. Perv."

"Right back at you."

She grinned, "ok, let's go sleep in a real bed. This thing is good
for avoiding causing any accidental earthquakes, but it's not
the most comfortable. I'll do some reading to see about a quick
shrinking spell on the way there."

"Sounds excellent."

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Golden Goddess walked down the hallway surrounded by four floating
drones that bristled with weapons, including long adamantine blades
which pointed towards her. They were an infuriating reminder of
just how powerful the woman who had just married her ex had become
since they were trapped on the alien starship together.

Golden Goddess had thought she would be able to play off her attack
on Diesel as a result of what Dr. Zim had done to her, but Magic
Eye had quickly ascertained that her implants didn't control her
mind in any way except making her angry when she activated the
adrenal afterburner, and he had even discovered device logs in
the afterburner that indicated she had activated it just as the
attack began. Her actions were her own in the eyes of the law.
The trial had taken a while to fully play out since Golden
Goddess refused to take a plea deal. During that time she had
avoided being transferred to the new metahuman containment
facility the whole cape world was talking about. They had
let her remain in normal jail because she was considered to
only present a threat to Diesel, and the tinker witch didn't
consider her a real threat once she had had time to undertake
precautions. It was insulting.

Now, she had been found guilty and was finally getting transferred
to the new facility. The drones came to a stop at the end
of the hallway, and a big steel door swung open. Diesel strutted
through in the tight black catsuit she wore as a costume outside
of her mech.

"What are you doing here bitch? Come to gloat?"

"I guess I wanted to see why you tried to kill me."

"Isn't it obvious you dumb skank?" Golden Goddess spat.

"All those years, I looked up to you, you know? I thought you
were one of the really great ones, the ones we were lucky to
have. You and Archon and Magic Eye and Bliz, the shining heroes,
the people who really deserved the title of Defender. I know
you're mad that I'm with Sheldon now-"

"You fucked him while we were together!" Golden Goddess cut
her off.

"It was our only way home! You suggested it!"

"The way you did it was way over the line! You fucked him up.
After that he changed." Golden Goddess was yelling. Her hands
flared with light and the drones zapped her, breaking her
concentration as she was wracked with pain until the light
in her hands dimmed.

Diesel looked at her with pity, "I never meant to do that.
I just knew there would only be one chance, and I can't help
it that he's attracted to me. And you're the one who broke
up with him, remember."

Golden Goddess looked up at her with hate boiling in her
eyes, "only because you ruined him. I wish I had aimed for
your head instead of your belly."

The compassion drained from Diesel's face, and her eyes took
on a vicious glare, "well he certainly didn't seem ruined
when he fucked me last night, or this morning. You know what
he told me recently? He said he always knew there was something
not quite right about you, he just ignored it since you played
the role well. You never were in it to do the right thing, you
just knew that's what Sheldon expected, so you had to play along,
and hey, who doesn't want to be a famous superhero."

Golden Goddess tried to blast her again and was shocked into
submission for her trouble. "I guess you were always just a wolf
in sheep's clothing. Thank god he knew something was off about
you. You guys were together a long time, almost three times as
long as I've been with him. You ever wonder why he never made
you his wifey? It took me less than a year to get this." She
held out her hand and the gloves of her costume melted away
to display her engagement ring.

"Rrrrrrraaggg!" Golden Goddess tried to blast her again, and
again was zapped until she collapsed on the floor.

"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. This is very hush hush,
but you won't have anyone to tell where you're going." The attempted
murder hadn't gotten her life, but after what Dr. Zim had done to
St. Petersburg, any of his known associates were imprisoned forever
if caught. "You know the new prison. Some people have been let out,
so people know it's in another dimension, but I don't think
the grapevine knows where. I built a gate that lets people in and
out through a doorway, but I didn't need to do that. There's already
a door. Right here." She tapped her cleavage with a red adamantine claw.
Golden Goddess stared at the endless expanse of Diesel's pale
cleavage. Diesel chuckled, "that's right, you're gonna spend
the rest of your life trapped between my big ol' tittys."
She leaned down and tugged Golden Goddess to her feet by the
wrist. Golden Goddess struggled and thrashed to escape, but
Diesel didn't seem to notice her efforts at all. Archon was
the only other person Golden Goddess had seen display that
kind of strength. Diesel smirked at the surprise in her face,
"oh yeah, I have all Sheldon's powers now, on account of how
we're soul bonded. We're also keeping that hush hush, but like
I said, who you gonna tell?"

Golden Goddess's hands flared, but Diesel shoved them between
her boobs before she could blast. "None of that now."

Golden Goddess tried with all her might to tug her hands out
of Diesel's cleavage, but they were stuck fast. Something had
taken hold of them and wouldn't let go. "What the fuck? Let
me go you fucking bitch."

"Sorry, I can't let you do that, this is your new home Amelia.
You know I'm pretty much a god inside the dimension where you're
going. I could make you pretty comfortable..." Golden Goddess's
arms where jerked forward, Diesel's tits swallowing them up to
the elbow. It brought the two women face to face, "...but I won't."
Golden Goddess tried to spit at Diesel, but a ward wicked it away.
"Maybe if you're good I'll let you know what's going on in the
outside world. Would you like that? Like I don't know, maybe you'll
get to wake up to the sound of Sheldon begging me to let him cum
like he does pretty much every morning."

"Rrrrraaaaaagggg-" Golden Goddess's scream was cut off when her
face got sucked into Diesel's cleavage. The rest of her body
followed with agonizing slowness.

Diesel grinned viciously as she watched Golden Goddess's feet
get swallowed, "bye bitch."
