Lana Lang grew up nicely
By Elder Barry erctwo@aol.co
Superman takes it on the Chin


Lana Lang grew up nicely

(Superman takes It On The Chin)

"Who are you woman?" The security guard in the lobby of the Daily Planet was
doing his very best to prevent the unknow woman from gaining egress to the
building.

"Lana?" Clark Kent who was entering the building directly behind the woman
recognized her immediately. "Is that really you?"

"Yeah, Clark. It's me. Hi there." She playfully punched him on his right
bicep. "Where do you change now a days?"

"Change?" He acted confused. "What?"

"It must be very difficult to find a phone booth." Her smile was every bit as
radiant as he remembered.

Lana Lang was one of the few people who knew that Clark Kent was Superman's
secret identity and she was less than subtly reminding her old friend of that
fact.

The teenaged Superboy had been smitten with Lana from the get go. Afterall,
the five-foot-five-inch one-hundred-twelve-pound senior student body president
was the most popular, most desirable, most intelligent, most beautiful girl in
the school maybe even in the entire state.

Not only was Lana facially 'supermodel beautiful' the teen vixen possessed an
exquisite lithe and sensual body that was the envy of every girl and the
desire of every boy in the school. The true size of her generous gravity
defying breasts was a constant subject of serious debate among the students.

Some of the guys even put up a monetary reward to anyone who got hold of one
her bras; then her size in inches and her cup size would be known. However,
that would turn out to be a more difficult quest than first believed ...
because Lana Lang never ever wore a bra; no need.

Clark and Lana had been high school sweethearts while attending Smallville
High School back in the State of Iowa so it was no wonder that Superman
recognized her immediately. Lana was the only person in Smallville who knew
that Clark Kent was Superboy and now Superman; something Lex Luther had leaned
at a much later date.

Lana was the first girl with whom Superman had been intimate; sleeping with
her on seventeen separate occasions in their senior year before she
unexpectedly and inexplicably left school and the town two months before
graduation day.

Lana was to be the school valedictorian a well-deserved honor and she was
anxious to deliver her speech to the student body. She was considerably more
mature than one would have expected for someone so young.

Once she learned that she was pregnant with Clark's baby she realized it would
be best for everyone concerned if she were to remain silent and simply leave
school and the town. She realized that Clark was destined for great and
important contributions to the world and she didn't want to be an impediment
to those lofty expectations.

Lana silently greyhounded her way east to the city of Kenosha, Wisconsin where
she found refuge in a home for unwed mothers, a home run by catholic nuns.

Lana, along with the other 'young mothers to be' had the freedom to come and
go as they pleased as long as they adhered to the strict 10:00 PM curfew.
Early one evening, before retuning to the house, Lana was sitting in a
Starbucks enjoying her Grande Apple Crisp Frappuccino and a raspberry and
cream cheese swirled pumpkin muffin when she caught the attention of a young
nice looking man.

He politely asked for permission before sitting down at her table. He
introduced himself as Jesse Eisenberg but, he added that everyone called him
'The Kid'. Lana enjoyed their rambling ten-minute conversation immensely. They
left the coffee shop together with Jesse offering to drive her home. It wasn't
far but she readily accepted.

Jesse parked his all black Ford Transit Cargo Van up the street from the house
and leaned in for a kiss. Lana hadn't been with anyone since leaving
Smallville so she kissed the likeable young man back. When he parted her lips
with his probing togue she didn't immediately resist. However, when he
attempted to slip his hands down her pants she did resist.

"No." She spoke with authority but when Jesse didn't remove his hand she
decided to teach the 'The Kid' a lesson, a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.
"When this lady says no, this lady means NO." Lana forcibly squeezed and
twisted his wrist with just enough force to cause Jesse to scream.

"Ow - Oh wow - Please stop - You're hurting me." As soon as Lana released her
grip an embarrassed and angry Jesse 'The Kid' tried to punch her in the face,
with the operable word being ... tried.

This enraged Lana triggering a 'super' reaction. While still seated in the
front seat Lana lifted and tossed 'The Kid' into the cargo bay of the van. She
leaped over the backrest landing on top of the startled now fearful Jesse
Eisen-whoever's chest pinning his arms down to the floor with her knees
effecting the classic school yard pin. Lana sucked on her fingers before
playfully sticking her moist index fingers in the helpless guy's ears.

"Hey - dipshit - Do you know what they call that?" She grabbed his nuts and
squeezed lightly. "Well, do you?"

"Yeah." He answered meekly. "A wet-willy."

"Score one for the dipshit." Lana Lang removed her shirt and flaunting her
perfect 36C teen breasts while flexing her extraordinarily huge 14" biceps.
Like a vengeful superpowered Goddess the former high school cheerleader loomed
threateningly over the most frightened man on the planet.

She clutched him by his throat squeezing just hard enough to restrict his
breathing. She smiled inwardly as she watched 'The Kid's' natural tan turning
into an ashen whiter shade of pale.

"When a girl says NO that's a clear signal for you to back off." She had
released her hold on him and giggled as he made gagging noises, gulped deeply,
while continuing to gasp for air. For the first time in her life Lana had
allowed herself to unleash her superpowers. She forcibly pulled Jesse out of
the van and lifted him high over her head with only one hand before repeatedly
slamming his pained body down on the hood of the van.

"My God who are you?" Jesse was again being held aloft by he knew not who or
what. "What are you?"

"Never mind that." She giggled like the school girl she was. "Feel these." She
flexed her pulsating biceps in his face. "Right fucking now." Jesse grabbed
onto the biggest hardest, most imposing bicep imaginable. He squeezed as hard
as he could amazed when he couldn't even cause an indentation; there was no
give at all.

"If I ever hear that you've bothered another woman again or spoken of me or of
this night, I will hunt you down and I will beat you until you're ... half
past dead.

Months later, when the time felt right Lana put the child, a boy, up for
adoption which, of course, was the most difficult heart wrenching painful
decision of her life. Later, she made it her business to track down the
parents learning that the infant appeared to be normal and displayed not a
hint of Superboy's superpowers.

However, Lana could not claim the same for herself. At the moment of
conception when Clark's condom broke Lana received a substantial dose of
Superboy's DNA which immediately comingled with her own causing her to develop
certain Kryptonian superpowers. On two separate occasions after that she
treated him to blowjobs swallowing each time. Consequently, within a period of
thirty days she had inexorably evolved into one of the strongest most powerful
beings on the planet; a fact she decided to keep secret.

Unfortunately for Jesse 'The Kid' Eisenberg he was the first human to run
afoul of an angry Lana's superpowers, powers that rivaled, maybe even
surpassed, those of Superman himself. However, much to her chagrin, she didn't
possess the ability to fly. Nonetheless., she was gifted with superhuman
speed, stamina, and strength as well as freeze breath, heat, and x-ray vision.
In addition, Lana was impervious to pain enjoying the gift of invulnerability,
but most importantly she was immune to the deleterious effects of Kryptonite
... Not to mention she had a great looking ass.

The life story of Lana Lang has been chronicled in virtually every medium
available to the general public; both legitimate news outlets and the
tabloids, internet blogs, movies, television, novels, gothic novels, and even
comic books ... Most often sensationalism, conjecture, journalistic license,
and just plain bullshit were substituted for accuracy. The myths depicting
Lana Lang were myriad and the historical truth may never be fully known.

"Lana - Nice to see you." When Clark Kent kissed her on the cheek she turned
her head and offered an open mouth kiss in return but Clark turned away. He
had a girlfriend and said so.

"Lana, I have a girlfriend now." He said to her. "Why are you here?" Clark
Kent was genuinely curious.

"Not to seduce you." She giggled. "I have an appointment to see Perry White."
She smiled sexily refraining from telling him she had actually come to see
him, to rekindle their high school romance, and to fuck the shit out of him.

"I'm applying for a job at the Planet." For the last year and a half Lana Lang
had been working as an on-air reporter and personality at WGBS-TV, a station
just outside of Metropolis. She intended to convince Mr. White that she would
be perfect as the new image, face, and voice for the Daily Planet's newly
established Web Site.

Perry, without hesitation hired Lana on the spot virtually turning all of the
Planet's Web Site operations over to her. Within the next ten days the number
of subscribers had nearly doubled with no end in sight.

Lana's major coup was scoring a hard earned exclusive interview with
multi-billionaire Lex Luther the president and CEO of Lex-Corp one of the
biggest most successful tech and manufacturing companies in the entire world.
The companies' recent innovations in the development of robotics and
Artificial Intelligence were miles ahead of all competitors sending Lex-Corp
stocks higher and higher making Lex Luther the world's richest man.

"My lord - Lana you have grown up nicely." Lex was giving his high school
fantasy girl a tour of the Lex-Corp lab where many of the corporation's
protypes were in various stages of development. Lana, who was still wearing
her interview clothes, tan slacks and a white blouse, had wrangled herself a
private one-on-one tour of the lab because she was interested in some of Lex's
processes; particularly the one that would give her the power of flight.

Back in their high school days Lex had been infatuated with Lana as was every
other boy. She was his dream girl, the one for whom he lusted after, but she
was dating Clark Kent the school heart throb and she had no time for him; he
was invisible to her.

His jealously towards Kent evolved into an irrational hatred which developed
into an overriding compulsion to tarnish and destroy all of Clark's future
endeavors which became increasingly more difficult and complicated once Lex
discovered Clark Kent's true identity. Nonetheless, Lex vowed to somehow
someway take down Superman.

Lex had wanted to be alone with Lana. He wished to carry out his growing
fetish, a scenario where he abducted and overpowered the girl, held her
hostage for days if not weeks, raped her repeatedly enjoying her screams and
her fearful tears.

When he was done with her and completely sated he would release her naked into
the woods. In order to cover his tracks he would subject her to an amnesia
inducing drug.

"Lana, my dear." He removed his lab coat revealing to her his well-muscled
shredded naked body and his fully erect eight-inch penis. "Now, I'm no longer
invisible to you am I." Standing in front of a ceiling to floor mirror Lex
Luther proudly flexed his 15 1/2" biceps. "Now you can see me, right?"

"No not invisible." She giggled and smirked at the same time. "More like
ridiculous." She shook her head from side to side. "Are you trying to impress
me with that?" She pointed at his dick. "You do know that Clark is nearly
twice that size."

"Fuck you bitch." He was disappointed by her demeaning reaction and comments.
He grabbed hold of his penis and pointed it at her. "You won't be laughing
when L shove this iron pipe of mine up your pert little ass."

"Never going to happen." Lana was growing tired of his macho nonsense so she
punched him in the stomach just hard enough to send the shocked Lex Luther
down to his knees gasping for breath. She used her left foot rolling him over
onto his back. She put that foot in the middle of his chest and hovered over
him beating her chest like a gorilla.

"Now." She spoke. "I understand you can teach me how to fly."

Before Luther deigned to speak six very large identically dressed men entered
the lab. Each was wearing a pair of white jeans and a sleeveless skin tight
white wife-beater t-shirt. Displaying impressive musculature they spread out
into groups of two circling Lana Lang much like rabid wolves eyeing a wounded
deer.

The lettering on their shirts identified them as security, henchmen, and
goons. Luther was a devotee of the 'Theatre of the Absurd' so he had labeled
his entourage of body guards in outfits reminiscent of those worn by the
villains in the old Batman T.V. series.

The well-trained overly-muscled body guards attacked her in unison. Lana
leaped into the air and simultaneously double kicked each of the security guys
in their faces ... Lana yelled aloud words she thought appropriate for the
occasion ... Pow - Thwapp - Bong ... breaking and fracturing their jaws
knocking them unconscious rendering them helpless,

"Lex, call them off." She really didn't wish to hurt the guys.

"Get her boys." Lex was convinced that his trained goons and henchmen would
eventually take her down.

"I got her boss." One of the henchmen had grasped her right forearm surprised
by the steel like texture of her arm.

Lana nonchalantly waved that arm propelling the goon across the room crashing
his body into the far wall of the lab ... Zap, Kapow, Carrack, Splat ... Lana
flung the second goon high into the air bouncing him off the ceiling several
times eventually allowing gravity to take over ... Wham, Pow, Bam, Splat ...

She nonchalantly deposited the bodies of the two unconscious goons atop the
pile of security guys.

"You guys must be kidding." Spying the two henchmen approaching her wielding
iron crowbar like clubs Lana laugh aloud. "Are you guys fucking blind?" She
ripped off her blouse displaying her perfect breasts as she proudly flexed her
ever expanding 15 1/2" biceps.

Lana stood motionless impassively allowing the henchmen to repeatedly strike
her nearly naked body without any effect ... Pow, pow, pow ... The henchmen
dropped their clubs and stared at her in awe; essentially surrendering to what
they considered to be a super woman. She grabbed each by the neck and throat
squeezing just hard enough for them to lose consciousness. She tossed them
both onto the pile of security guards and goons.

"Hey Lex." Lana stood over the cowering genius and smirked. "What should we do
now?" She effected a double-bicep pose showing off her big guns. "Never mind,
I have an idea." She picked up one of the iron clubs. "Cooperate with me
Luther or I will shove this iron pipe up your less than pert ass."

"Yes, of course." He crawled away from her. "Anything you want."

"By the way Lex ... How did you get to be so big and strong?" She suspected he
had developed some sort of muscle enhancing drug and she wanted access. "I
know you didn't do any real work." She twirled the iron pipe in her hand.
"Show me now or ... Well, you know."

"Please no." Luther was eyeing the pipe in her hand groveling at her feet like
the coward he most certainly was. "I'll tell you; I'll show you."

And tell her and show her he did ...

Luther and his highly-paid chemists had concocted a serum that when ingested
would enhance the user's power and strength at least two times current levels.
Initially Lana was skeptical and reticent to take the drug. Afterall, she was
already the strongest most powerful 'woman' in the world ... With the operable
word being 'woman.'

"There's one caveat." Luther continued. "The serum only works on women and
only once. Every attempt at second or third applications has been
unsuccessful. One's initial enhancement appears to be permanent but further
enhancements seem to be out of our reach. Lex forlornly flexed and squeezed
his own rock-hard bicep. "Twill be forever thus; no threat to Superman."

"Why does it work for you?"

"I was desperate so, against doctor's orders, I subjected myself to massive
invasive quantities of synthetic estrogen in the process my body imitating a
female body and once taken orally the serum managed to double my strength."

Hearing Luther intone that he would never be a physical threat to Superman
convinced Lana that if she were actually two or three times stronger than she
was now then she would be more than just a threat to the Man of Steel she
would be his overwhelming superior. Just the thought was making her wet.

Superman had done something to her, something no one had never done before. He
had rejected her advances insulting her when he did so and she was about to
make him pay for the slight.

Setting caution aside she impulsively downed the serum in one gulp and waited
for she knew not what. Suddenly her body began to quake, shudder, and shake
causing her to drop to her knees from weakness. Lana feared that she had been
duped and that Luther had somehow poisoned her. She studied Luther's face
looking for a reaction but she detected nothing. He was stoic, expressionless,
and impassive.

Lana's concern waned as she felt a sudden unmistakable surge of power flowing
through her veins. She felt stronger and more powerful than ever; she was
stronger and more powerful than ever before. It was obvious to her that she
was continuing to get stronger and stronger and more powerful ...

She moved to the mirror and effected another double-bicep pose shocked by the
size of her now 22" biceps. Every aspect of her new and improved body
displayed heretofore unimaginable muscular definition. Lana marveled at the
perfection she was. Her breasts were now at least 40" DD's and as firm as
always. Her pinkish saucer sized areoles and erect nipples pleased her almost
as much as her muscles.

"Lana, I know I will never be a physical threat to Kent but now you are.
Please crush him for me, beat him, embarrass and humiliate the pompous ass."
He was grinning from ear to ear. "Be sure to do it on Television so the entire
world can see the ignominious fall of Superman and the emergence of Lana Lang
a new Superwoman.

"Lana." He held his hand up to his ear listening to the monitor. "An
ultraviolet scan of your body has revealed an unexpected anomaly. Rather than
double or triple your strength something amazing has occurred. Initially as
expected your strength doubled and then tripled making you three times more
powerful than before. Then unexpectedly your muscles and strength doubled yet
again making you easily six times stronger and more powerful than ever
before."

"Lana right now you are so much stronger than Superman that if you were to
shake hands with him you would crush every bone in his hand."

"Great ..." Lana was imagining dominating him in her bedroom as well but kept
that tidbit to herself.

"Now show me how to fly."

"Certainly ... You can't truly be a superwoman until you can fly." He laughed
and handed her an instructional pamphlet. "Everything you need to know can be
found within."

Not only had her strength been enhanced by a factor of six her intellect had
been exponentially enhanced as well ... Her IQ had doubled and now exceeded
300 which is well passed mega-genius level.

A quick glance at the pamphlet was all she needed; she willed herself to fly
and fly she did. She hovered in the air before speeding around the lab an inch
from the ceiling.

"Thanks." She alighted alongside Luther and kissed him on the forehead. She
flexed her now still expanding 24" biceps, biceps that seemed intent on
breaking through the epidermis encasing them. Lana made him an offer he
couldn't refuse. "If you wish you may touch them."

"Oh God, yes." He wished so he touched. Amazed at her size unable to encircle
her entire bicep using both of his hands he almost felt sorry for Superman.
"When will you take him down?"

"Tomorrow at 10:00 AM." Lana couldn't hide her delight.

She explained to him that television and internet news people from all forms
of media as well as T.V. cameras would be at the Daily Planet covering the
official opening of the new Web Site. She and Clark Kent would be emceeing the
event. Once the cameras got rolling she planned to expose Clark as Superman.
She promised Luther she would do unpleasant stuff to him.

At 10:00 AM that morning Lex Luther was sitting on his $4,000 leather couch
fondling his rigid penis while watching the broadcast on his 88" HD Television
anxiously awaiting the downfall of Superman.

"Welcome everyone." She smiled into the camera. "Allow me to introduce myself.
I am Lana Lang manager of the Daily Planet Web Site operations and this man
standing along side of me is Clark Kent otherwise known to the world as ...
Superman." She lightly and playfully punched the startled mild-mannered
reporter on the arm and repeated herself. "You heard me right. Clark Kent is
Superman."

She grabbed him by the front of his suit jacket and his dress shirt and ripped
them both away from his body revealing Superman's iconic red and blue uniform.
Cameras and camera phones were flashing and clicking nonstop.

"Lana ... wa ... wa ... wa ... why?" Superman was confused and angry unable to
comprehend the why of it, after all these years why had she betrayed his trust
now.

"Why not?" She laughed a haughty laugh. "Soon you will be irrelevant anyway."

"What?" Superman had heard her clearly enough but he knew not what she meant
by the term irrelevant. He couldn't even fathom that scenario as a
possibility. He was the most beloved and well-known person in the entire
world, the Man of Steel, the Protector of the Planet, the world's policeman,
yada - yada - yada.

Nonetheless, Lana grabbed the surprised Man of Steel by his crotch and
literally lifted Superman high over her head with but one hand; the epitome of
absolute dominance.

The shocked viewing audience watched in total disbelief as they saw Superman
struggling to free himself from this heretofore unknown female; a female whose
enormous straining biceps were clearly visible beneath her sleeves.

"Miss ... Miss." One of the cameramen was checking his cell. "Twitter doesn't
believe Kent is Superman." The man held up his phone so Lana could see for
herself. "They're calling you a fraud."

"Believe it people." Lana filched Kent's glasses away from Superman's face.
"Do you recognize him now?"

"Lana, put me down, right this minute." Superman demanded.

"Or what?" Lana laughed at him displaying utter disdain for the strongest
'man' in the world. "Are you planning to yell at me some more?"

Lana acquiesced to his toothless demand by slamming his Kryptonian body down
with such force the Kryptonian creep crashed right through the floor leaving a
Superman shaped hole as he hurtled through thirteen more floors before coming
to rest in the basement garage ... The impact of which set off dozens and
dozens of car alarms.

Lana kicked of her high-heel shoes and leaped through the Superman shaped hole
in the floor descending through thirteen identical shaped holes landing
barefoot atop Superman's mostly inert body. She laughed at him as he gasped
for air.

"Sorry ... Superman." Easily penetrating his wall of invulnerability she
punched him in the kidneys with both hands until he began to cry. "Poor baby,
did that hurt?"

She scooped him up with her strong powerful hands, cradled him in her strong
arms against her bosom, flew back to the 14th floor, and deposited his nearly
broken body back in front of the cameras with her right foot firmly pressing
down on his body, obscuring the familiar embossed "S" on his chest.

With her left hand she lifted him off the ground by the nape of his neck bench
pressing him like the dumbbell he had so often proven himself to be.
Displaying her unquestioned dominance Lana began to slowly flex her right
bicep as everyone in the civilized world watched in uncomprehending awe. Her
already spectacular bicep began to rise and rise and rise some more exploding
to cartoonish proportions easily surpassing twenty-four-inches of deeply-cut
peaked perfection.

"Pretty dam big, huh?" She continued to flex curious to know just how big they
would get. "Take a good luck Superman ... easily bigger than you."

"Oh yes. God yes." Luther was unconsciously jerking on his juddering cock
until exploding with such vigor that his cum splattered all over his T.V.
screen. "You go girl." Watching Superman being beaten silly, embarrassed,
diminished, and humiliated before the entire world was Luthor's utmost desire
and to know that his creation was responsible was beyond simply euphoric. As
the kids would say ... 'it was dope'.

Lana slowly and sexily began to remove all of her clothing like a feature
dancer at a high-class strip club. She posed and preened in front of the
cameras flaunting her spectacular 40" DD breasts while flexing her pulsating
26" biceps.

Hey, supes ... You like?" Lana lifted Superman off the ground and pressed her
naked body against his. She took his face in her hands and kissed him long and
hard. Lana parted his lips with her abnormally long tongue forcing it deep
into his throat far enough to tickle his uvula causing the Man of Steel to gag
uncontrollably.

She giggled as she watched his massive cock straining against his skin tight
tights for all the world to see.

"Oh dear. What's wrong with me?" With one uninterrupted motion she tore away
his iconic uniform leaving the blubbering Superman completely naked except for
his red, white, blue tidy whities.

"Oops." She slowly pulled down his shorts and briefly fondled his rigid 15"
Kryptonian cock. She continued to knead his dick escalating her manipulations
until she was vigorously jerking on his member.

Lana giggled as she watched as Superman's steel blue eyes crossed as his penis
ejaculated copious amounts of semen high into the air spurting sticky stuff
halfway across the news room splattering with such force against the far wall
the impact ironically dislodged a framed portrait of Clark Kent; an omen for
people who believe in such things.

"Oh my." Lana flexed her enormous biceps and feigned surprise. "Each time I
flex my guns they keep getting bigger and bigger and even bigger." She kissed
and sucked on the peak of her right bicep.

"What should I do?"

"Keep on flexing." The cameramen with the cell phone had said aloud what most
people were thinking.

"Yes - Yes." Still sitting on his couch Lex Luther was back to jerking on his
dick. "Keep on flexing girl, please." Luther couldn't contain himself any
longer. "I'm curious to see how big those things will get." Lex was
unknowingly parroting Lana's thoughts.

"I see that many of you out there have questions." She glanced at her phone.
"I will answer as many of them as I possibly can ... and I will answer
truthfully - Trust me. I have no reason to lie to you." She laughed heartily.

"Listen up Clark I'm sure this will interest you, too."

Who am I? My name is Lana Lang and at the age of seventeen when I was still in
high school Superman, this paragon of virtue, fucked me seventeen separate
times.

How did you get so strong? Ironically, when Superman came inside of me his
semen (DNA) comingled with my body fluids and imbued me with certain
Kryptonian gifts including super human strength and a bunch of other cool
stuff.

How can you be stronger than Superman? I recently paid a visit to the lab at
Lex-Corp where I was given an experimental drug that doubles and sometimes
triples one's strength. In my case my strength and powers were enhanced
six-fold. Therefore, for me, fighting Superman is tantamount to the MMA heavy
weight champion of the world fighting a three-year-old child.

What are your measurements? The last time I was measured I was 5-9 and 145
pounds of mostly muscle ... my biceps were 24" but they are much bigger now.
my breasts were 41" with DD cups ... My waist was only 21" and my hips 36" ...
My eyes are violet and my natural hair color is what you see, jet black, by
the way my I.Q. now exceeds 300 by a lot.

What are your future plans? As of now I would have to say fluid. I may allow
Mr. Mann, I can no longer refer to him as Super, to continue to act as the
Protector of the Planet while I occasionally use him as a human dildo.

Many of you have asked about the availability of the muscle enhancing drug.
Well, I have relatively good news for the women of the planet. Lex-Corp will
be making the drug tentatively named Fem-Body-Plus available to the general
public.

"Did I forget to mention that the serum developed at Lex-Corp only effects and
enhances the muscle growth of the female gender."

"FDA approval has yet to be forth coming but it is expected any day now.
Unfortunately, the cost of a two-ounce vial of Fem-Body-Plus will initially
cost upwards of $10,000. As production ramps up it is hoped that the cost will
drop perceptibly to a more manageable $100 per vial.

EIGHTEEN MONTHS LATER

Lana had been playing with her four-year-old son who had to yet exhibit any
superhuman abilities. She called out to her nurse and babysitter to come get
her son. She had made the adoptive parents an offer they couldn't refuse and
now she was raising her child on her own; with the help of a cadre of
servants.

Superman was kneeling at the foot of Lana's bed awaiting the orders of his
demanding all-powerful omnipotent mistress. When she invited him into her bed
he leaped to her side without hesitation.

Lana was lounging in her own double-king sized bed gripping Mr. Mann by his
hips thrusting his massive engorged penis into her vagina faster and faster
and faster until the Man of Squeal moaned in orgasmic delight.

Lana stood naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror preening and posing;
flaunting her outrageously proportioned muscular body. She never tired of
flexing her perfectly peaked 32" biceps and her gravity defying 42" DDD
breasts.

The bedroom T.V. was showing a downtown fund raiser hosted by several
bodacious females flaunting their muscular physiques flexing their awesome
biceps that often reached 16' or 18' biceps that sometimes even exceeded 20"
of peaked feminine splendor.

Over twenty-eight percent of American females had already been enhanced by
ingesting vials of Fem-Body-Plus. The money raised at the rally would be put
aside so ordinary women could have access to the wonder drug.

Surveys, not surprisingly revealed that nearly 90% of the females sampled were
planning to take the serum ... Soon the males on the planet would be relegated
to second class citizens and in the telling words of Lana Lang when she
alerted a world-wide audience that males, including superman would soon be
irrelevant.

Just ask Superman or should I say Mr. Mann.

Lana Lang Grew Up Nicely ... by the Elder Barry ... 5,400 words (mostly
different)