STOP THE STEAL
By the Elder Barry erctwo@aol.com
Greedy little Bitch Wanted It All


STOP THE STEAL

(Greedy Little Bitch Wanted It all)

Superman hadn't been looking forward to his annual visit to the all-girl
Metropolis Science and Technological High School for advanced students except
for the knowledge that she would likely be there.

He was hoping against hope that she, Jennifer Knox, the brainy precocious
little five-foot-two-inch sophomore girl with her long lustrous blonde hair,
her pouty lips, her nubile lithe body, and her burgeoning breasts would smile
for him. Setting the creepy stuff aside what was truly important to him was
her substantial intellect ... He had been impressed and mesmerized by her mind
for a couple of years.

Just being in her presence always tended to lift his spirits often engendering
a feeling of well-being that always brought a genuine smile to his face. He
wasn't sexually attracted to the girl; after all she was a mere child.
However, if Superman were to analyze his true feelings further, he may have
realized that he was beginning to think of her as the daughter, the daughter
he never had.

Inexplicably Superman was so enamored with and by the child her image had
remained in his thoughts for the entire year.

The - to and fro - back and forth - give and take - conversations with this
teenaged maven relative to the concept of Artificial Intelligence and the
development of industrialized robotics stimulated his mind as no other person
ever had. Her grasp of the esoteric as well as practical matters was
astounding to him.

The school itself was a reservoir for some of the smartest most elite young
minds in the country It had actually been mentally challenging for the him to
match wits with some the girls particularly the aforementioned Ms. Knox whose
I.Q. had been measured to be well over 200; too high to accurately measure.
Her knowledge of things was virtually all encompassing. She knew and
understood about all things even those things that weren't actually things
yet.

When he walked into the auditorium, he was greeted with a standing ovation
from the students. School girl adulation permeated the 500-seat room. When
Superman scanned the surroundings, he immediately locked eyes with Jennifer.
It was clear to him that she sensed the undeniable connection between the two
of them and he found himself blushing.

She enthusiastically nodded in his direction smiling at him knowingly which
sent shivers up and down his spine. What did she know that he didn't? That
intriguing thought caromed around in his brain unanswered.

Unbeknownst to the Man of Steel Jennifer Knox had recently formulated an
artificial substance normally secreted by a living organism, a substance that
acted as a powerful catalyst, one that brought about a biochemical reactions
in the human body known as peptides; peptides activate a body's opiate
receptors mimicking the release of extraordinary levels of endorphins through,
what is sometimes referred to as the sudoriferous gland, a gland which both
relieves pain and engenders a euphoric general feeling of well being as well
an eerily unnatural attraction to the secreter.

What a difference a year makes ... Jennifer was taller now, maybe 5-6 and her
burgeoning breasts had certainly burgeoned. Her 34C boobies were straining
against her tight-fitting t-shirt that was leaving absolutely nothing to the
imagination. Well, Jen's fellow male students were likely imagining all manner
of unsavory scenarios.

Although it bothered him some that his 'daughter' was becoming a woman he
understood the biology of it and put it aside. His lecture had gone well. The
interchange between he and the brighter that just bright students had been
interesting, informative, and stimulating.

Jennifer revealed to Superman and her classmates that she had just completed
her prototype A.I. bod that was programmed to be proficient in all manner of
domestic chores including house cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, dishwashing,
laundry, as well as cooking.

Jen was most proud of the fact that her bot, who with a delicious sense of
humor, she had named Jeeves, was on its own improving on her original
programing finding better and quicker ways to accomplish its chores ...
Artificial Intelligence incarnate.

As soon as the seminar ended Jennifer approached Superman and insisted that he
visit her home so he could take look at and evaluate her domestic robot. She
was accustomed to always getting her way and she wasn't about to take no for
an answer this time.

Superman was flattered and when he offered to fly her home, she let out a
girlish giggle that made him smile. He didn't realize that this girl was
secreting powerful endorphins that were overpowering his rational thought
processes.

The moment Superman entered her basement he immediately felt feint and had it
not been for Jennifer's quick reactions and strong hands of support he would
have fallen to his knees. She guided him to a sofa at the far end of the room
where he plopped himself down. Still feeling light headed he thanked her.

"Thank you, Jennifer."

He watched as she down in an easy chair directly across for him. She spread
out her long tan legs on the ottoman before her seemingly daring him to not
look. She used a remote control to switch to activate something.

Suddenly, a set of pulsating muted green-colored strobe lights two of which
shone down on the reclining Man of Steel. The penetrating lights merged
together forming one single glowing beam that seemed to first pierce and
infiltrate Superman's thought to be his impenetrable Kryptonian body before
passing through him redirecting its beam onto an into the body of a smiling
Jennifer Knox.

"No - No - Superman. It is I who should be thanking you."

"For what?" Superman must have looked puzzled because he was.

"Well for starters ... I should thank you for these." She rose to her full
height which was now over five-foot-eight, rolled up both her sleeves, and
popped stupendous deeply cut 13 1/2" biceps. "You like?"

"Yes - very nice - wait - but how." He asked.

Superman found himself looking at 'his daughter" differently. He was astounded
by her womanly beauty ... Her perfectly tanned supple body, her high cheek
bones, her pert nose, her large penetrating lavender and green specked eyes,
and her natural lips sans gloss. She could easily be chosen to adorn the
covers of all of the popular glamour magazines.

Superman was at a loss for words. His thoughts seemed to be drowning in a sea
of minutia unable to focus ... Unable to concentrate ... His brain seemed to
be in an atrophied state ... His thoughts no longer seemed to be arranged in a
linear order ... He wanted to bury his face in his arms like a confused dog.

"How do you think?" She laughed knowingly waiting for an answer she understood
would not be forth coming soon.

"Hey Supes ... Do you want to touch my little girlie muscle before it gets too
big?" she was flirting with him and he didn't understand how he should react.

"Yeah, sure." He knew it was creepy but he wanted to feel her muscles anyway.
He tried to rise up in order to move close enough to touch her teen biceps but
found that he was unable stand on his own. Actually, he was unable to move at
all.

"Oh no ... Soupy ... Are you feeling out of sorts?"

"Yes ... Out of sorts." He watched as the expanding child continued to flex
her fast-growing biceps, biceps that in the last five minutes had inexplicably
surpassed 14-full inches of feminine grandeur.

The chartreuse tinged stope lights continued to shine down on Superman, linger
a bit before passing through his Kryptonian body alighting on and then
permeating through and into her greedily accepting expanding body.

He could see and she could feel her nascent flourishing body changing from a
nubile teen school girl into something else, something formidable, something
to be feared.

"What's happening?" Superman's addled brain was incapable of logically
processing that which he was seeing because there was no logical explanation
for that which he was seeing. Even had his brain been fully functioning he
would have been flummoxed.

"I'm what's happening." A now six-foot-tall Jennifer Knox emitted a guttural,
less than feminine, laugh that startled Superman as well as instilling a
panicky heretofore unknown fear in him.

She rocketed the ottoman with a casual flick of her left foot halfway across
the room denting the wall to which in came in contact.

"A lady must adhere to society's accepted norms." She stood up slowly, removed
her blouse and jeans but not her undergarments. She smiled and adjusted her
pink thong. "A girl needs to leave something to the imagination."

"Isn't that right, mister man?" Given his current state of discombobulation
Jennifer felt it to be disingenuous to continue to refer to him as Super.

Even while functioning with his lessened brain capacity he had noticed the
demeaning slight in her choice of words. She had referred to him as Mr. Man
implying that she no longer considered him to be Super.

The now nearly naked fifteen-year-old Jennifer Knox, filled with hubris, began
to display and flaunt her glorious, ever expanding new body for his benefit.
Superman estimated her to be as tall as he if not taller; likely 6-4 and near
one-hundred-seventy pounds of solid muscle with a 36C inch bust.

When she flexed her torso Superman could see that her entire body was replete
with slab upon slab of unmatched muscle density, likely the most ever
similarly bestowed human. Her physique dwarfed his in every way imaginable and
the Man of Steel realized that she was by far his physical superior.

"Look at me you insignificant little ... little ... little ... little
cockroach." She pumped up a massive bicep that by now was more than equal to
his 24" guns. Inexplicably those lady muscles were still growing and expanding
with no end in sight.

He was truly amazed by her unfathomable metamorphosis and he understood that
some form of congratulations was certainly in order. Jennifer deserved that
and more. However, Superman was distraught by the utterly disrespectful
attitude she was displaying towards him. Jennifer was ripping a sounder the
very thought of the precious father/daughter relationship he had felt towards
her.

"I said look at me." She flung a pillow in his direction.

If truth were to be known Superman didn't wish to look at her, didn't wish to
see any more of her. In fact, he wanted to bury his head in the sand hoping
that he was embroiled in a nightmare scenario from which he would soon awake.
However, knowing that to be highly unlikely he had no real choice in the
matter so Superman reluctantly obeyed.

Finally, her growth process seemed to have subsided some and who, or whatever
it now was looming over him, seemingly acknowledging as much.

"How do you like me now?" She asked rhetorically. "Pretty damn big huh?"

"Jennifer, words fail me." He bowed ever so slightly. "I literally can't think
of an adjective or a string of adjectives that can adequately describe your
magnificent." He bowed before her again. "However, I must caution you that
with great power such as yours comes great responsibility. Use your gifts
wisely.

"Pish - Posh." Her arrogant laugh of disrespect was telling. "Are you going to
make me Mr. Man? Are you?"

"You may have the upper hand right now." He tried to speak sternly. "But, let
me remind you. I am still Superman and I will be watching you."

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Are you still Superman?" her arrogant laugh cut him to the quick.

"Of course."

"Okay then, if that's what you think." Her ear-to-ear grin was speaking
volumes.

Jennifer sprung off her chair to the coach in a millisecond and loomed over
the still mostly inert Mr. Man. She forcibly grabbed him by his shoulders
lifting him high in the air with ridiculous ease. She placed him alongside
herself in front of her full-length mirror. The dichotomy between themselves
was mind blowing and at the same time earth shattering to the one-time world's
strongest being.

"NOOOO." He cried out as he looked up and up and up at her unable to process
what he was seeing. "This can't be happening." She was easily a full foot and
maybe another inch taller than he, more than fifty pounds of solid muscle
heavier than he. Her radiant arrogant smile exuded an unshakeable confidence.

Not only was she taller than he, now by several inches, she was outrageously
muscular with biceps that easily exceeded 30" in diameter. Her wasp like waist
and womanly hips accentuated the preposterously thick and muscular abdominal
muscles that easily formed her prominent eight pack.

"Jennifer, what have you done?"

"You mean you don't know yet." This time her laugh conveyed a hint of pity.
"You're a poor pitiful sap."

"I once enjoyed bantering with you - You had an interesting fertile mind - Not
often found these days - Given my superior intellect I was often bored with
the mundane - If I had any fault at all it was that I didn't suffer fools
gladly - With your current state of intellect I find you to be quite the fool
- One with whom I no longer wish to engage."

Superman starred at her blankly his mind was still failing him, failing to
orderly process his thoughts and his ideas as it should, as it once had ...
Suddenly, Superman was hit with an epiphany and he knew what was happening to
her and what had happened to him.

He understood clearly now that she was somehow syphoning away his superpowers
and diverting them all to her. His physical gifts and mental acuity were
feeding her extraordinary growth cycle while correspondently diminishing him.

"My God ... You're witch." He watched himself in the mirror as his diminished
self cowered away from the giant teenager. "What manner of sorcery do you
practice?"

"Not sorcery no black magic ... Only intellect and the application of pure
science you fool." Using her index finger, she tapped the side of her head
indicating to him that she had a brain.

"Not only have I, Jennifer Knox 'stolen" your Kryptonian Super powers for
myself ... my invention the molecular transfer device ... has amplified your
essence within me enhancing your powers three to four times your original
strength ...

"Yes, Mr. Man I am at the very least three times more powerful than you ever
were." She graciously offered him her right arm allowing him to touch and
squeeze her impenetrable fully flexed bicep of steel.

"That's impossible ... You can't have stolen my Kryptonian specialness ...
It's an essential unique part of me ... MINE - MINE - MINE - and only mine."
He bunched up his fists in anger before realizing he was helpless before her
and his anger had nowhere to go.

"And yet." She stretched herself out to her full height of six-feet-six-inches
and flexed her now newly veined generously peaked 34" biceps. "They look good
on me ... no?"

"Yes." He admitted. "Again, words fail me ... In fact, the most loquacious of
history's poets and wordsmiths would find it difficult, if not impossible, to
do justice to your beauty and limitless power. You are truly one of kind."

"Thank you." She obsequiously curtsied.

"Jennifer, I've always known you were special capable of astonishing
accomplishments. You deserve kudos and congratulations." Superman tried to
access his super powers, his x-ray vision, his super hearing, his heat vision
... nothing worked for him.

"Gone - gone -gone." He watched enviously as she flexed her massive bicep once
again the girth of which obscured his vision of the rest of the room. "By now
you realize that I have drained you of all of your super powers."

"You are now nothing more than an ordinary man if that and conversely I am an
omnipotent Goddess." Her smile left absolutely no doubts that believed that to
true.

"Poor little Supes ... You will soon learn that life is hard."

"And what of you?" He whispered. "What are your plans?"

"Currently fluid." She flexed hard making her body explode with
incomprehensible unlimited powerful muscle definition.

"Can you let me keep some of my powers; return maybe five percent." His eyes
were tearing pleading with her. "Please, you certainly don't need it all."

"No." Was what she said ... She paraphrased his own words. "These powers are
... MINE, MINE, MINE." Her superior condescending laugh was nothing short of
cruel.

"First, I am going visit, seduce, and then drain and diminish your cousin,
Kara."

Next, I plan to acquire a jeweled dog collar and a leash so I can parade the
two of you around as my pets." She smiled arrogantly letting him know she
wasn't joking.

"Finally, I will demonstrate my omnipotent powers to the citizens of Earth and
declare myself Empress of the World."

Stop the Steal ... by the Elder Barry ... 2,800 words