It's Amy's Turn, Part 3
By GBM
Ultra Man and his teenage daughter fight for dominance


Ultra Man stormed over to the matted area that he used to practice his
fighting techniques. He didn't use the mat much any more. Until today, it had
been almost a year since he had received any serious challenges. But now, he
had just demanded a fight with his formerly thin, meek, 14 year old, 5 foot
four inch blonde haired daughter. The problem was that she had out lifted him
and out flexed him by wide margins. Considering that he could out lift and out
flex anyone else in the galaxy, her feats were beyond impressive. They were
scary. But here he was. She had backed him into a corner and he was going to
fight her. He never thought he would see a day like this.

Ultra Man stomped to the middle of the large mat, turned to face his daughter
and began to stretch. Amy, for her part, waltzed casually toward him with an
air of superiority. She had just finished curling 1 billion pounds! That's
over 300 times her dad's best, the strongest man in the universe! Her body was
now covered with large, dense, sexy female muscles. She could flex them to
obscene proportions and get stronger as she went. She was not just super
strong, but super-duper strong! Sure her dad was a fight expert, but her
strength would have to prevail. Wouldn't it? Amy paused at the edge of the
mat. She had never been in a fight. Who would be foolish enough to fight the
daughter of Ultra Man? Even his arch villains knew enough to stay away. To
touch her was to invite certain death.

Her father assumed the same. She had never really done anything athletic. But
Amy knew different. Even though she hadn't had any super powers, she had
wanted to keep her body trim and taught. She had bought some of the kick
boxing videos and had worked out with them. Later, she had asked her mother to
show her how to punch and kick like a pro. It was the only time in the last
few years that she saw her mother truly happy. The smoothness and power that
her mother displayed made Amy blush with pride. Her mom, the incredible Mega
Woman, had a muscular body that was thick, sleek and powerful. The problem was
Amy's pride didn't last. Once her mom had shown her what to do, she seemed to
shrink back down. Her mom then made her promise not to tell her dad that she
had shown her anything.

Pulling herself back to the looming fight, Amy made a promise to herself to
have a talk with her mother once this was all over. Amy then pulled in a big
breath and her massive chest swelled. There was still a big difference between
punching air and punching her dad. Smiling a little, she thought that there
was going to be much more satisfaction in punching her dad. Walking forward
she met Ultra Man in the middle of the mat. Ultra Man looked down on her.

"The rules are per the Universal Fight Laws. The first person to submit or to
be knocked unconscious loses. Other than that there are no other rules.
Although scratching and pulling of hair is frowned upon."

Amy gasped. He was still belittling her. Amy tensed her small fists. Her
muscular frame bulged a little. Ultra Man had fought many opponents, including
those who he thought may have actually been stronger than him. He knew that a
mad opponent was a careless opponent. He also figured that Amy had never been
in a fight or had never even thrown a punch. While she may be stronger, he was
still very quick and had overwhelming experience. He figured he could still
win this fight. He glared at his muscular daughter.

"Are you ready?"

Amy tensed, bent her knees and lifted her fists into a fight stance.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

Before she was done saying 'ready' Ultra Man lunged forward and threw a right
cross to Amy's pretty young face. Amy barely had a chance to tense up and pull
in a breath. The punch was square and true. Amy's head was pushed to the right
and her long blonde hair flew to the side. But her frame was now solid and her
thick neck held the result to no more than a slap. But Ultra Man was not about
to slow down. Barely acknowledging that his strong punch was not well
received, he followed up with a hard left to her right side that landed with a
loud thud. Amy felt the blow and quickly exhaled the breath she had pulled in
from the punch to her face. Both punches had landed solidly, but did little
more than put Amy off balance. Amy had already dropped her guard slightly.

Ultra Man took a quick step back, spun around and laid in a hard kick to Amy's
midsection with the force a Tomahawk missile. Anyone else in the galaxy would
have flown through the back wall, but Amy only gave out a young girl grunt and
took a step backward. This time she had seen the kick coming and had flexed
her mega hard abs before the blow came. Once again she had felt the blow, but
had absorbed it without much damage.

Ultra Man walked around, stalking and organizing his thoughts. She had barely
flinched to some of his strongest blows. He gritted his teeth in frustration.

With Ultra Man's break, Amy regained her composure. She took in a slow breath
and let it back out. The breath came out in short bursts, not as smooth as
she'd hoped. Her heart was pounding from nervous excitement. While she took
the initial pounding from her dad better than she'd hope for, Amy was still
unsure of what to do next. Thinking quickly, she figured it was best to just
defend herself for a little while longer before she tried anything. After all,
her dad was the fight expert, why not let him do the fighting. She had easily
withstood some of his best shots and this fact settled her down. Lifting her
arms back up, she went back into her initial fight stance.

Ultra Man sniffed. She was as tough as he'd feared. Maybe even tougher. That
last shot should have at least knocked her down, but it had barely staggered
her. On the other hand, she was still showing no signs of even trying to hit
him yet. Taking this into account, Ultra Man attacked again. Not fearing a
counter punch, he moved in close and unleashed a quick barrage of lefts and
rights to Amy's head, chest and midsection, looking for a weakness. Amy for
her part, surprised her dad with her quick response. She was able to block his
punches to her head and had tensed her young body into blocks of hard, super
dense muscles. The punches that landed on her chest and stomach sounded like
fireworks going off, but were causing very little damage. Her chest swelled up
to volleyball size and her abdominals looked like a rack of pool balls. After
15 straight seconds of punching, Ultra Man once again retreated. His best
punches hadn't even backed her up. And his knuckles were a bit bruised.

Amy smiled. She had always known her father to be very quick, landing punches
before his opponents could react. The fact that she had kept up with his
punches and was able to block the ones she didn't want him to land only raised
her confidence. But before she could do anything, Ultra Man came back at her,
this time extending his body toward the mat and sweeping his leg to try and
get Amy off her feet. But Amy saw this coming and jumped into the air to avoid
his leg. However, this is what Ultra Man had planned. Just as Amy came back
down Ultra Man twisted around and charged ahead, driving his shoulder into her
midsection with all of his weight and power, pushing Amy back and knocking
some of the air out of her. Ultra Man then attempted a hard tackle to finally
knock her down. But once again, even under the tremendous onslaught, Amy was
up to the task. The hard drive to her stomach was unexpected, but she was
simply too strong for it cause her any pain. When Ultra Man tried his tackle,
Amy pushed her arms out against his chest and it was Ultra Man who was forced
back.

Ultra Man let out a quick "damn it" in frustration as he staggered to regain
his balance. He had tried some his best moves and couldn't even knock her off
of her feet. Her body was unmovable.

Amy quickly set herself again as Ultra Man charged forward with another right
cross. There was one big problem though at this point. Amy had not just caught
up to her dad's speed she had surpassed him. Remanisant of the scene from the
Spiderman movie, Amy saw all of her dad's punches as if they were in slow
motion. After acting as a punching bag Amy felt it was finally time to act.

Catching Ultra Man's wrist with her left hand, Amy held it for a moment. Ultra
Man tried to pull his arm back, but Amy was a rock. She was simply too strong
for him. Smiling at her grimacing father, Amy looked into his eyes.

"OK dad, I think it's my turn."

Before he could say anything in response Amy pulled his body toward her with
her left arm, ducked down and pulled him up high in the air. Rotating her
shoulder, she then brought him down hard to the mat with a loud womp. She
released her hold and stood back up. Ultra Man rolled over. The flip hadn't
really hurt, but she had made her point. He couldn't knock her down, but she
sure could knock him down. He got back up quickly and moved back toward Amy.
Amy was standing calmly with her fists planted on her hips. She was starting
to feel in control without having thrown a single punch. Setting her jaw she
waited for her dad's approach. As he cocked his fist back to try another punch
he lunged forward. But Amy had pulled her fist back and literally beat him to
the punch, delivering a shot that would do her mom proud. It was a short jab,
but she had put her shoulder into it. Her punch caught him on the left check
near his eye, snapping his head back. His knees went to jelly, his head
wobbled and he collapsed to the mat, landing on his behind. Ultra Man had
fought hundreds of foes over the years and he had never been hit that hard.
Amy had just knocked down the unstoppable Ultra Man with one punch! He shook
his head to clear the cobwebs and looked up. Amy was smiling down on him, so
sure of herself that she didn't see the need to follow up just yet. The worst
part about it was that he knew that the punch was just a jab. A pretty good
jab he thought for someone who should never have thrown a punch before, but a
jab just the same.

Ultra Man collected himself. How the heck was he going to beat her? He had
never felt so frustrated. Seeing his smiling, cocky daughter looking down on
him did not help his situation. He got back up and lunged at her again. Once
again Amy beat him to the punch, this time tagging him square in the chest
with a bang, knocking the wind out of the all powerful Ultra Man and sending
him back down to mat, clutching his chest and struggling to regain his breath.

As his breath returned to him he glanced back up. Amy was looking in his
direction and had flexed her bicep back up to over 30 rock hard ripped inches.
As she flexed and unflexed it a few times it bulged up toward 36 inches. She
then leaned over and kissed her bicep. It was something she had seen her dad
do a few times after knocking his opponents down. It usually pissed off them
off. Sure enough, it had the same effect on her dad. Ultra Man's face got red.
He regained his senses got back up. Amy smiled at him.

"Give up yet?"

Ultra Man growled. "That's it little girl, I'm not holding back any longer!"

Amy smirked at her father, the most powerful man in the galaxy. "Bring it on,
old man! Go ahead and take your best shot!"

Amy took a step back and placed her hands back on her hips and pulled in a
breath. Her body swelled a little as she tensed her muscles. She was flexing
herself up with muscles as big as her dad, only they looked even bigger on her
smaller frame. Bigger and denser, yet very feminine. Ultra Man for his part
was true to his word. He put everything he had into his punches. As his blows
crashed down on Amy's body it sounded like cannon fire. Each blow was an
explosion of incredible power unleashed against unimaginable density. Amy
wasn't moving an inch, taking everything her dad could offer. She continued to
swell her chest outward, daring her father to concentrate all his punches
against her powerful chest. Sucked into her will, Ultra Man complied, raining
blow after incredible blow against her expanding chest. Not only were his
blows not causing her any pain, they were in fact creating pleasure. Amy
moaned from the delight. Each breast had grown to the size of a beach ball and
her nipples were erect from the excitement. And still Ultra Man continued. He
was now screaming in rage, punching as hard as he could. Punches that would
shatter the side of a mountain were being absorbed with pleasure by the
unmovable, expanding chest of the most powerful girl in the galaxy. A
beautiful, blonde haired 14 year old super girl. As he continued to punch, Amy
continued to flex her chest bigger. And the bigger she flexed it, the stronger
she became. A 1 billion pound bench would now hardly be a warm-up. She was
power personified. Ultra Man had not moved from his spot as her expanding
chest got closer. It finally got so big and hard that when he unleashed
another hay maker against her humongous chest he knocked himself backward and
once again landed hard on his ass. He sat there completely spent. Breathing
heavily his arms felt like lead and he was worried that he had broken a
finger. Ultra Man had never had a broken bone in his life! And to get one
punching his own daughter was something he couldn't accept.

Noticing that the punches had stopped, Amy relaxed her chest back to a merely
large state and looked at her winded father.

"Looks like I'm just too tough to beat!"

Ultra Man struggled to his feet. He shook his arms to try and get some feeling
back. He labored to raise his fists and approached his powerful daughter once
again. Amy went back to her fight stance and gave him a cold stare.

"I think it's my turn to do some fighting!"

With that she unleashed a series of short jabs that connected with the power
of megaton explosions. Her arms were a blur as she punched her weary father in
the head, chest and stomach. Her tiny fists laid down blows that cracked his
cheekbone, crunched his ribs and tore through his iron plated abdominals. His
arms flug at his side like a rag doll and his legs began to wobble. Years of
frustration, of belittling, of outright fear were being taken out on the
massive body of her tormentor. Amy let out a small yell that could hardly be
heard against the titanic blows being delivered to the unstoppable Ultra Man.

"This is for calling me little girl! And this is for not letting me do
anything! And this is for making mom and I feel like bugs! And this is for
being an asshole!"

Her punches continued through her screams as tears began to fill her eyes.
Finally regaining her composure, Amy stopped her assault and looked at her
father. His chest was full of bruises and his face was already beginning to
swell. One eye was red and would soon be black, his lip was split in a few
placed, his mouth was dripping blood and his nose was broken. His arms hung
uselessly to his side and he was slumping over.

But before he could fall down Amy wound up her fist for a big punch. Her bicep
swelled back up to nearly 40 inches of nuclear powered might. She then
unleashed an uppercut to Ultra Man's chin that broke his jaw and sent him
flying across the gym. Not content to let him simply crash into the far wall,
Amy tensed her tree trunk legs and with incredible speed, jumped after him.
Meeting her father half way across the gym she pulled her arm back and
released another incredible punch to his chest, cracking ribs and sending him
down to floor with unthinkable force. Ultra Man crashed in the floor with a
powerful explosion and formed a crater in the ground. Amy twisted once and
landed on her feet, skidding to a stop near the back wall. She then walked
over to the hole created by her father. His eyes were closed. He was
unconscious. Heck, she thought, he was probably unconscious when her fist
connected with his jaw.

She stood at the foot of the cavity and admired her work. She had done
everything she said she was going to do. She out lifted her father, she out
flexed her father, and now she had outfought him too. It didn't take long for
her to realize that she was now the most powerful PERSON in the galaxy. There
was a new ruler of this household, and it was a teenage girl!

After a couple of minutes Ultra Man came to with painful groans. Amy smiled.
She reached down and grabbed his hair, pealing him from the crater. She
dragged him back toward the bench press area, tingling with power and
satisfaction. Her father was barely coherent, so she looked around the gym,
waiting for him to wake up. She had always been impressed by the huge motors,
bars and pulleys in his gym. It was still hard to believe that she could now
lift all that the gym could offer. She had curled 1 billion pounds! That must
have been all of the weight in the gym!

Walking toward the control panel for the bench press machine her eyes caught a
blinking light near a switch. She looked closer and noticed that it said
override. Amy stepped back. An override switch. That must mean that the Power
League built this thing to add even more weight if necessary. Amy smiled,
pushed her folded hands together and pushed out her arms, cracking her
knuckles. Perhaps there was more weight to lift! The thought sent a new warm
rush throughout her body. Maybe she could see how strong she really was. But
she needed an audience. She looked back at her father who was finally coming
around.

"Wakey wakey daddy! Since I won the fight I figured you'd like to see just how
powerful your daughter really is."

Ultra Man struggled to sit up and looked at her with glazed eyes. He shook his
head to bring her in focus. Once she saw that he was looking at her, Amy
reached down and pulled the override switch. Ultra Man swallowed hard. She had
beaten him in every way possible, just like she'd promised. Now she had found
the override switch. He really didn't want to see his daughter show off any
more, but at this point there was nothing he could do. He felt he had better
just do what she wants.

Once the switch was pulled the sound of large motors running echoed off the
basement walls. Amy smiled. She looked at the control panel and it blinked.
Amy looked back toward her dad.

"Why is the control panel blinking?"

Ultra Man had a hard time talking, since his jaw was broken. He mumbled a
moment and grabbed his jaw. He then spit out some blood.

"In override mode the computer simply matches the stress placed upon it. I
always thought it was stupid. The bar won't move, it simply matches your
strength so you can never complete a lift. The console displays the stress
level reached once you start opposing the weight." Ultra Man grimaced. Just
talking and breathing were now very painful. His daughter had beaten him up
badly. Good thing he had fast healing powers. But since he had never been
beaten up like this, he wasn't sure when he would recover.

Amy nodded her head after her father's explanation and smiled. He was really
in pain! Good! Now it was time for one final shot of humiliation. It was her
against the gym. She'd see about this immovable bar.

Walking over to the bar once again, Amy psyched herself up and the warm rush
once again became a wave of fire. She closed her eyes and shivered,
experiencing an orgasm just thinking about exerting even more strength.
Opening her eyes she reached for the bar and pulled it off the rack. The bar
fell easier than she expected. Letting go with her left hand she held the bar
with only her right arm. Her bicep bulged upward, easily crunching past 40
inches of power. Her entire body had cranked on more unbelievable muscle.
Planting herself her legs once again grew outward with cords of thick, raw,
unimaginable power, size and density. Each thigh pushed past 70 inches in a
heartbeat. Amy then looked over to the size computer and yelled out a command.

"Computer, measure Amy's right bicep!"

She wanted her dad to hear the size. She wanted her dad to see the final
result. She wanted to crush his spirit! She was strength, she was power, and
she was beauty!

The computer responded with 44 inches. Big, but she figured far from where she
was headed. Finally ready she slowly pulled against the bar and the entire gym
itself responded and pulled back. Grunting a little the display started
showing numbers on the screen. But Amy wasn't looking at the screen. She was
concentrating on the bar and channeling her incredible strength and power into
her right arm. The fight was on!

Amy pulled against the bar and the computer quickly started calling out
increasing numbers. Her bicep was growing quickly, 48 inches, 52 inches, 57
inches, 62 inches! Her body quivered, the bar was fighting her attempt at a
curl. More of the weights from below were locking back into place. As Amy let
out a small yell the sweat once again began to bead up on her massive body.
Her chest surged up and down with each breath with layers of muscular might.
Her back was thick, wide and ripped, showing off muscles most people weren't
even aware they had. Her gluteus flexed into large, perfectly round mounds of
power. But it was her right bicep that was putting on the show. Her fingers
dug into the thick ultra steel bar and she continued to pull.

Her bicep surged upward, 68 inches, 70 inches, 72 inches, 76 inches. Bigger
than she had flexed when she curled the weight earlier! Over 6 feet around!
The veins once again pushed to the surface. Amy used her left hand to push the
wet hair off of her forehead. Setting herself again she continued to pull
harder and her bicep grew bigger.

Looking more like a mountain peak every second her bicep pushed upward, making
Amy stronger and stronger. The bigger she got the stronger she got! Her body
was on fire! 80 inches, 84 inches, 88 inches, 92 inches, 96 inches, 100
inches, 104 inches, 108 inches! Nine feet around! Bigger than she had flexed
earlier to humiliate her dad! At this point the shifting of weights
underground had stopped and the motors began kicking in. One at a time the
motors increased their torque with an audible squeal. The bar had still not
moved. But Amy was not about to give up!

Her bicep raised upward, 112 inches, 118 inches, 122 inches! Past 10 feet
around. Impossible power, unparalleled size! The 6 inch ultra steel bar was
beginning to sag at both ends as she was starting to actually complete a curl!
But the 12 inch thick bars on either side were still holding, resisting her
might. Amy looked at the bar and then at her rising bicep. She wasn't done
yet! With a roar she pulled even harder. Her bicep shot upward even faster.
130 inches, 140 inches, 150 inches! Bigger, stronger, bigger, stronger! She
would overcome any obstacle! 160 inches, 170 inches, 180 inches! 15 feet
around!

The bar was sagging even more and the 12 inch thick cables started to look
stressed. Every motor was now running at full speed. Every weight had been
locked in. The gym was at full strength! The most powerful gym in the galaxy
against the right bicep of a 14 year old girl! How could she possibly stand up
to this? But she was no longer just a mere 14 year old girl, she was the most
powerful girl in the galaxy, and she would not be denied!

With one final yell Amy poured everything she had into her right bicep. Her
body was a raging inferno. She had another orgasm, fueling her unstoppable
strength. And her bicep continued to surge upward! 190 inches, 200 inches, 210
inches, 220 inches, 230 inches, 240 inches! 20 feet around! It was now almost
6 feet above her head! Her enormous bicep was now taller than she was! With
more power than the entire Power League! Ultra Man looked on with horror. His
swollen face was going white. He was getting sick to his stomach. His daughter
was surpassing him in ways he never dreamed possible. How strong could she
get? How big could she get? Ultra Man groaned at the prospects. Right now she
didn't seem to have a limit!

As Amy continued to pull, the bar was reaching a critical point. Would she
bend the ultra steel in half? Her bicep continued to rise upward, and as it
grew, she became stronger. Bigger and stronger! 250 inches, 260 inches, 270
inches, 280 inches, 290 inches, 300 incredible, monster inches! 25 feet
around! Impossible!

With more power than even the Power League could have conceived, the gym began
to give way. The motors could take no more. Smoke started billowing out of one
after another and with a loud bang the first motor failed. The bar started
moving upward as Amy's bicep held at 312 inches. Smiling through the strain
she knew she was winning. One explosion after another saw the powerful motors
fail and seize up.

Amy set herself for the last time. With one last powerful pull Amy curled the
bar as far as her gigantic bloated bicep would allow, pulling the 12 inch bars
upward and crashing the attached weights up against the floor of the basement.
Twisting her body Amy pulled at the bar and the floor cracked as the weights
crashed up against the concrete and ultra metal and finally, with a loud
squeal, the 12 inch ultra metal bars were ripped from their attachments
underground. With a victorious yell, Amy slammed the bar to the ground as
concrete and ultra metal flew in all directions! She had won! Nothing could
stop her! She was stronger than anyone could imagine!

Still holding her flex, Amy looked at her dad, and then looked up at the peak.
The computer took a final reading of 324 inches. 27 feet around! Pointing at
her bicep Amy tore into her father.

"See that dad! That's power! That's strength! 324 inches! More power than your
entire gym!" She looked over at the reading. It read 5 million tons. She had
just curled 10 billion pounds! With only her right arm! Smiling, Amy looked
back at her flabbergasted dad. "Hah! 5 million tons! I just curled 5 million
tons with one arm! And I could do more, much more! You are nothing compared to
me! From now on you will call me Ultra Girl. No, wait, even better, you will
call me Ultra Mega Girl!"

Laughing at her own comments she relaxed her flex and allowed her body to
recede to a size that would allow her to walk around. Ultra Man could no
longer say anything. He felt he was safest to just lay there. Walking over to
one of the huge motors Amy pulled her fist back and slammed it into the side
of the casing. The casing was made of ultra steel, but it crumpled under Amy's
punch, and the rest of the motor sailed off of its mounting and crashed into
the side wall with a loud explosion. Amy looked at her hand. She hardly felt
that. She smiled. She couldn't wait to test her strength on something more
tangible. Lifting huge boulders and tanks, now that would be fun! She walked
back to the bars that she had pulled out of the floor. A 12 inch thick bar of
ultra metal was unbendable once forged. Until today. Amy had bent it slightly
already. Lifting it easily, she placed it behind her head on her shoulders.
Rapping her arms around the thick bar she pulled down. At first the bar held,
but Amy only had to concentrate for a moment. Her body swelled slightly and
with a deafening cry, the unbendable ultra metal bar bent downward into a
u-shape. She was stronger than anyone in the Power League had imagined! And
she had used only part of her strength!

Tiring of the gym, Amy grabbed a towel and wiped all of the sweat off of her
incredible body. She had "reduced' herself back down to a modest size with 28
inch calves, 48 inch thighs, a 70 inch chest and 32 inch biceps. Her
abdominals were a thick washboard of bulging muscles. She was now bigger than
her dad, even in a casual mode. But her small joints and flowing curves were
still very feminine. Her naked body gleamed health and vigor. Accented by her
beauty, she looked like a Greek God.

Walking back over toward the ruined bench press machine she saw her fathers
shirt. Smiling again she picked it up and pulled it over her head. Amy
struggled a bit to get it over her massive chest, but she did. The top hung
down near her hips. It was a tight fit and her nipples were clearly visible.
Walking over toward her still prone father, Amy placed her hands on her hips.

"Not a bad fit. Of course, I'll have to get the Power League to make me one of
my own."

Ultra Man remained silent. When her father didn't respond she continued.

"Just think dad, every day you get a little older and little weaker. But for
me, every day I'll get a little older and a lot stronger. You aren't even my
equal anymore. From now on, I'll do what I want, when I want. And don't worry,
my goal is not to make you look bad, unless that is, you challenge me."

Amy waited for a response. Ultra Man was about to say something, but winced in
pain when he opened his mouth and decided to remain silent. Amy smiled. She
had done it! Not only had she defeated him physically, but mentally. A whole
new world would soon be opening in front of her. Walking over to her defeated
father, Amy reached down. Ultra Man closed his eyes and pulled his arm up in a
defensive gesture. Amy sniffed. She really had reduced him to a little puppy.
Tapping him on the shoulder she waited for him to open his eyes.

"Oh, and I'm going out. Any objections?"

Ultra Man simply shook his head. Having regained his senses, he was in
tremendous pain. He had lost and lost bad. The only thing he wanted to do was
crawl into bed and try to forget this day happened. Amy nodded her head in
agreement.

"Good, then I'll see you later."

Amy turned and walked back up the stairs, a completely different person than
the one that had walked down these same stairs a mere one hour ago. She was
now a physical powerhouse and had gained confidence she never knew she had.

Amy walked into the kitchen where her mother was setting the table. She gave
Amy a quizzical look.

"Amy where is your father, dinner's ready."

Amy shook her head. Was she really that oblivious to the world around her.

"Mom, didn't you hear all that noise in the basement?"

Mega Woman shrugged her shoulders. "It's your father's basement, I assumed he
was trying some new work out."

Amy chuckled. "OK then, what about me, don't I look different?"

Mega Woman looked her daughter up and down and her eyes got wide.

"My gosh Amy, what happened to you? You look so, so"

"Big? Powerful? Yeah, you'd be right on both counts."

Mega Woman gasped. "What? How?"

Amy grabbed a hunk of bread from the table and turned away from her mother.
When she reached the entrance she turned back toward her.

"I'll explain later. Right now I'm going out with my friends after I put on a
new pair of shorts." Amy laughed at the realization that at some point her
shorts had ripped off her body and that her panties were nothing more than a
small thong.

Mega Woman's mouth hung open. "But what about your father?"

Amy smiled. "Oh, he's still in the basement. You might want to go down and
check on him."

With that, Amy turned again and walked toward her bedroom, leaving her stunned
mom holding a plate, wondering what had just happened.

End part 3

Coming soon! Part 4. Amy opens her Mom's eyes and then visits the Hall of
Power.