Suanne: Birth of a Supergirl, By Moxie

Illustrations by Coyote

Chapter 6: Suanne Needs a Vacation

It is now two more years later, and Suanne is now 15.

Suanne's full genetic endowment blossomed within the past two years, and her development is nearly complete. Suanne is now well over ten times as strong as she was just two years ago, and even more muscular, with double-headed, split biceps that roar to 25 inches when fully flexed. And the rest of her muscles have gotten even larger and better defined, too. She is impossibly strong now - next to nothing can resist the strength of her beautiful muscles. She is now over 100,000 times as strong as the average man, and can lift over 40 million pounds (20,000 tons). Along with the increase in her strength, her other abilities - eyesight, hearing, heat vision, etc. - have also developed; and her invulnerability also increased consistent with the hardness of her flexing muscles. She truly has become the legendary "Supergirl" from the comics in many senses, but is much more of a flirt than that icon, and relishes the effect she has on men.

And she also has become probably ten times as beautiful, if that even is conceivably possible. She is a little muscle bound, yet still extremely curvy and feminine. The angles of her strong and muscular body are incredibly erotic, and with measurements of 42-22-38 (her breasts were already large at DD) while not isn't flexing her latissimus dorsi muscles, she gives a new meaning to "hourglass figure." Her silky, tanned skin, which she loves to show plenty of, is stretched tight covering her rounded womanly curves and bulging muscles. Her long golden hair cascades around a perfectly angelic face with piercing crystalline blue eyes. She is devastatingly beautiful, and staggeringly sexy. She is also lonely.

Around her house, Suanne generally wears a bikini or cut-off jeans with a bikini or halter-top - basically as little fabric as possible to constrict or interfere with the demanding movements of her fabulous figure. Obviously, this drives her brothers crazy to have such a scantily-clad goddess parading around the house, and keeps them in a state of perpetual hard-ons. However, outside of the home, Suanne continues to wear baggy clothes that conceal the nature of her figure, and kept her "super" identity secret to all but her closest friends. But while she cherishes her privacy, she still resents this dual life more and more as time goes on.

For several years now, the world has known Suanne as "Supergirl," a fabulously beautiful young heroine with fantastic physical abilities. Time after time, her beautiful face or gorgeous body graced the front page of newspaper after newspaper as she used her remarkable abilities to do good.

For example, several times she rushed to the scene of cruise ship fires and easily doused the flames. She'd inhale powerfully to absorb the thick, toxic smoke from inside the ship and expel it into the atmosphere, thereby saving the grateful and amazed passengers.

Once, a large fire knocked out the large ship's 20 heavy-duty Rolls Royce diesel turbine engines, as well as the ship's stabilizers, causing the vast vacation ship to toss about in the swells off Miami Beach. By the time Suanne reached the scene, the fire had already been put out. However, the situation on the ship was far from normal.

The passenger manifest for this particular cruise was laden with some of the most influential people in Florida - a "thank you" from the Florida Republican Party to all the heavy duty contributors. Needless to say, people of that prominence demanded an inordinate amount of explanations, pampering, access to the Captain, and the like. The chief petty officer, the purser, and the entire cruise relations staff were busy trying to keep the masses happy, and more importantly, keep them out of the Captain's way. Unfortunately, due to the problems with the cruise ship's systems, many hallways were dark, the faucets did not work, the toilets didn't flush, and the fumes from the fire persisted. Needless to say, the "beautiful people" were not happy.

A group of rather demanding people confronted the Captain on the bridge. The situation so enraged the Captain, that once he cleared the bridge, the hurricane hatch was barred shut, and a guard was stationed outside. This, it was felt, would give the Captain the privacy he needed to command the situation and formulate a plan.

Just then there was a sharp rap on the starboard hurricane door. The Captain ignored it, muttering under his breath, "...damn bunch of pampered, bourgeois, money-hungry..." He turned to his first mate, "Mister Sutton, how about if we march a few of them into the life boats and cutlass the ropes?" Sutton smiled and nodded his agreement. They knocked again, and the Captain shouted to his guard, "Mister Thompson, please stay the hatchway, it's YOUR job to..."

He never got to finish the sentence. With a booming thud, a small fist punctured through the middle panel of the 1- inch thick steel hurricane hatch, not bleeding at all from the triangular shards of torn steel that now bent inward.

"What the...?" the Captain gasped, as the fist moved in increasing circles, enlarging the size of the hole. Then, the hand reached in further and unlatched the handle. A moment later, the door swung open. There stood Supergirl, holding Thompson a foot off the deck plates with one hand.

The Captain immediately recognized Supergirl, and grinned as he nudged his cap back on his head. "Well, Mister Thompson, I see you have the situation well in hand."

"Aye sir, I'll have the situation normalized momentarily," Thompson said as he struggled helplessly against Supergirl's one powerful arm gripping his collar. He continued to struggle, wriggle, and kick, while she casually combed her fingers through her hair, shrugged and waved her hand as if to say, "oh well." The Captain chuckled, "very good, Thompson, carry on."

Finally, Supergirl released him and stepped into the bridge. After a brief discussion with the Captain, they came up with a plan for her to tow the ship back to the safety of Biscayne Bay.

After a mock salute to the Captain, she exited the hurricane hatchway and floated towards the forecastle of the ship. Supergirl grabbed the massive anchor line with one hand, the enormous links weighing probably five hundred pounds each, and started to float ahead and above the bow of the ship as she pulled up the slack in the anchor line. One of the deck hands let the heavy chain play out a bit as Supergirl floated about 100 feet ahead of the ship. Finally, with a signal from the Captain, the anchor line was secured.

Back on the bridge, the first mate sighed dreamily. He used the binoculars to zoom in on Supergirl's fantastic physique. His mouth dropped open as he saw how cavalierly she held the anchor chain with one hand.

The Captain noticed the intent concentration his first mate was training on the binoculars and asked, "Impressive, isn't she, Mr. Sutton?"

"Aye, aye to that skipper," he whispered longingly as her cape furled about her strong shoulders, and her short skirt blew up exposing her tight ass, "aye, aye to that, sir."

When the chain was nearly taut, Supergirl prepared to tow the ship. She slung the chain over her shoulder in a motion that reminded Mr. Sutton of how women adjust their bra straps. Then, she began to apply thrust to begin pulling the ship; however, our Maid of Might was a little too enthusiastic, and underestimated her ability to move the massive ship, her beautiful muscles generating far more horsepower than the Rolls Royce diesels were ever capable of producing. In fact, "horsepower," as a unit of measurement, was literally meaningless in describing the force this beautiful girl was exerting with very little apparent effort. The ship lurched wildly as she momentarily overpowered the hulking steel monolith like no tugboat ever could, rocking back and forth on the sea like a styro-foam cup in a flooded storm drain. The Captain and Sutton were hunched over hugging the control panels in front of them, and people all over the ship were knocked into railings, off chairs, and into each other. Dishes and glasses crashed off the buffets, and all sorts of implements and objects clinked as they fell to the floor.

Realizing the ship was tossing around a bit, she reduced her pull a bit while the ship recovered from the yaw, and gradually built her strength to pull the ship faster and faster. After a minute or so, she felt comfortable with the pace, as the huge ship powered through the waves, tossing a large white wake.

She may not have realized it at the time, but she was towing the massive liner at three times its normal cruising speed, and was literally pulling the bow out of the water. That week, the cover of Popular Mechanics magazine featured a rather unconcerned Supergirl towing the huge ship into the harbor. She had the heavy 1-foot anchor chain draped over her shoulder and the other arm pointing to the front as her muscles flexed hugely to generate the necessary thrust. A rather extensive article in the magazine tried to estimate how much force she was applying in performing such a task. In an interview, the Captain said Supergirl discussed simply lifting the entire ship out of the water with her powerful arms, but they both were concerned about her ability to find steel plating thick enough that she wouldn't puncture the keel. So they decided it would easier to just tow it the ten miles in to port.

Another time, she became involved in the case of the kidnapping of a member of the
Huizenga family. Wayne Huizenga, one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in South Florida, was running out of options due to the ineffectiveness of the FBI investigation, and had decided the only option was to pay the $500 million ransom that was demanded in order to get his grandson back. He stood on the balcony of his bedroom overlooking the Intra-coastal Waterway one evening doing some soul searching, and about to call his bankers and begin to assemble the funds, when he heard a swoosh. Suanne landed on the tiled floor next to him and put her hands on her hips.

"Supergirl!" he whispered in shocked surprise.

"Yes, Mr. Huizenga, it's me. I'm sorry to intrude unannounced, but I've heard about your grandson, and I'm concerned. May I help?"

Huizenga took a step towards her, his face brightening, "Well, yes, I'm sure you can, but what can you do?"

"The police are fairly sure he's still in South Florida, right?" she asked.

"Well, yes," he sounded astonished, "but how did you know that?"

Suanne smiled alluringly and curled her hair around her ear, "Let's just say I've got pretty good hearing, Mr. Huizenga. The next time you speak with the kidnappers, give me a radio pick-up so I can hear the conversation you have with them while I fly over South Florida. With my sensitive ears, I'm sure I'll be able to zoom in on where they're located. And once I find them, that's that." She smiled beautifully, warming him.

"You make it sound so easy," he said smiling, "do you really believe you can do this?"

She stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder, "Trust me."

A man as successful and powerful as Wayne Huizenga knew how to read people, and knew when they were over promising. He looked into her eyes, and believed.

"Very well. They're scheduled to call back at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"I'll be back at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning," Suanne said as she turned to fly away.

"Supergirl...wait," Huizenga said. "Do you really...I mean, are you really...I mean, how can..."

Suanne smiled a dazzling smile that melted his heart. "Yes, I really am here, and I'm for real. I really can do all the things they say I can, and I WILL get your grandson back, alive. <pause> Would you like to see some proof?"

He nodded.

She glanced inside his bedroom and used her x-ray vision to find his revolver in a hidden compartment under the top of his desk. She strolled in and came back out on the balcony with it. She handed it to him.

"But...how did you find that?" Huizenga was mystified.

"The same way I'll find your grandson. Here, shoot me," she said calmly, almost sweetly, as he took the gun from her hand.

She took several steps back, and turned to face him again, hands on her hips. "Fire whenever you're ready," she smiled confidently and said, "And don't worry, I'll be careful not to let the bullets ricochet back to you."

He had seen news footage of Supergirl subduing men with guns before, so he knew he couldn't hurt her, but it was different to have her here in front of him. Intellectually, he knew a mere handgun couldn't harm her, but it was a very different thing to fire upon another human being, which he had never done before. He raised the revolver to aim, but his hand was shaking. She giggled a little, and he took a deep breath while he steadied his hand. Finally, he fired two shots near her belly button where her stomach gently rolled with unflexed muscles. She did not flinch a bit as the bullets hit her on the muscular plates of her toned, firm tummy. The bullets scarcely indented her skin at all, no more than 1/4 inch, before they met the steely abdomen muscles and lost all their inertia and bounced back to land on the floor right at his feet.

He knelt down and picked up the spent slugs, which were widely flattened out on one side where they had impacted her muscular unflexed abs. He looked up at her with wonder. "Hey, cut it out, that tickles," she said giggling. His mind reeled as he thought about how her reaction was that of a little girl, practically naïve and infantile. Yet, that of a little girl wrapped up in all that muscle and a devastatingly beautiful body, with practically incalculable power and invulnerability.

Huizenga was in shock. Then, seeing the gun had no effect on her muscled stomach, he raised the barrel and aimed for her chest, making two direct hits to her left breast. The bullet impacted her large soft breast and indented much farther than the first shots, at least an inch or so, but again quickly lost inertia as it hit the far harder unflexed pectoral muscles underlying her gorgeous breasts, and dropped at her feet.

"Well, that was an interesting target selection, Mr. Huizenga," she said giggling. "I'm not sure my Dad would approve, though."

She picked up one of the slugs and stepped over to him. While it wasn't nearly as flattened as the first ones, having met a far softer target, this one also was slightly broadened out on one end. She held one of the slugs between her forefinger and thumb and quickly squashed it flat as a dime as easily as you or I could squash a boiled pea. He looked at her in amazement.

"As you can see, I'm more than bullet proof, and what you saw was just the result of my normal muscle tone. My muscles get quite a bit harder when I'm flexing them," she said as she began a flex of her right arm, which expanded into a large tight ball of muscle. "...so if I'd been doing this," she flexed it hard and it exploded into a large two-headed, 25-inch biceps muscle.

"GOOD LORD," he gasped, as he reached up to feel it. It was enormous, and required both his hands to surround the top part - the biceps part - while leaving the triceps part completely uncovered.

She continued, "...they become vastly harder than even solid steel, and the bullets probably would've ricocheted all over the place. I didn't want to risk that with you, but I'll have no such concerns for the kidnappers. They deserve what's coming to them." She smiled proudly as she heard his heart rate accelerate, and saw him getting hard. She loved to be around a man that truly appreciated her muscles and her strength. He sure had money, but she didn't need that. Too bad he wasn't a little younger and better looking. Her reaction to his appreciation of her filled the evening air with her pheromones and the gentle scent of honey and wildflowers.

She grabbed his belt with one hand and raised him high into the air, his feet dangling two feet off the terrazzo tiles. With the other hand she grabbed his pistol from his hand, and smoothly crushed it with her small hand - making it crunch loudly - until the gunmetal oozed out from between her fingers as if it were a warm stick of butter. "I'm EXTREMELY strong, Mr. Huizenga, my body can probably do things you can't even fathom, and I know I can do this little job for you, okay? I WILL get him back. Really. Quite easily, in fact. Trust me."

Huizenga began to look very flushed, and whispered, "Okay, you've got the job." She put him down and he walked stiffly into his bedroom. Suanne smiled and rocketed into the beautiful South Florida night sky. The following day went as planned, and, as expected, Suanne easily captured the kidnappers and safely returned the boy.

She landed on the back veranda of Huizenga's house with the boy in her arms and he ran to hug his grandfather. "I don't know how to repay you," Huizenga said frankly as a tear ran down his cheek.

"You don't. It's just my job, I guess," she said smiling right before she flew into the sky.

Events like this clearly added to her celebrity as she impacted peoples' lives, and she also made a number of quite valuable contacts in the process. But it also created a frenzy of press coverage - coverage that only made Suanne value her anonymity even more. While a few of her closest friends knew her true identity, most did not. They'd all go to the mall together and Suanne would put her hair in a bun, and wear her loose fitting clothes and fake glasses. She was growing very weary of this double persona, especially since she associated herself less and less with the girl disguised in the baggy clothes.

In the meantime, pictures of her as Supergirl were snipped from magazines in doctors' waiting rooms, hung in locker rooms, and hidden under the mattresses of young boys. There were pictures of her smiling with her hands on her hips as her cape furled in the wind, pictures of her performing phenomenal feats of strength, and pictures of her in flight. In fact, it was common for Internet traffic to grind to a painful halt on days when a new picture of Supergirl got posted. Her photos were downloaded from the Internet in record numbers, far eclipsing the previous records of Claudia Schiffer, Teri Hatcher, Pamela Anderson, Jenny McCarthy and Cindy Margolis combined, fueling a worldwide epidemic of lustful fantasies towards her. Supergirl had become quite the sex symbol. So provocative was her body, so overpowering her image, that she evoked erotic thoughts in both men and women. Everyone wanted to be her, or be with her. The world, it seemed, was in love with Supergirl; yet, ironically, Suanne felt like no one loved her, or even knew her.

She sat down one night and talked to her parents about the frustrations she was feeling, about the pressure and stress of feeling an obligation to protect everyone - that she couldn't be everywhere at one time. Plus, few people knew her for who she really was, and she felt she was betraying her true self. She didn't have anyone to share with. Perhaps most of all, she felt lonely. She used to enjoy being some unreachable goddess, but something inside her had changed. Now she wanted to be reachable by someone, wanted to care for someone and have them care back. She wanted to show someone her muscles and her strength. She wanted romance. She wanted to love, and to be loved. But in the meantime, the emotional pressures were building inside. Little did her parents know those dark feelings were about to erupt.

That very night Suanne was on patrol and interceded in a gang fight in the Overton section of Miami. She engaged a group of 30 young black men, and they decided to try to subdue her. Bad choice. She stood in their midst with her arms folded and a scowling but unconcerned look on her face while lead pipes, clubs and bullets bounced off her strong body, and several switchblades were snapped off at the hilt before the hoodlums collectively realized how hopelessly out matched they were.

Spurred on by their violence and her own recent feelings of frustration and loneliness, she roughed up the gang members pretty bad. One died. All the others were in Intensive Care, and many would never fully recover. Most people didn't necessarily mind that she had used excessive force with a bunch of thugs, even though they were surprised by her extreme reaction and uncharacteristic, indeed, practically nonchalant, use of violence. She even lifted their tricked up Suburban overhead in a fit of anger and folded it in half with her immense arm strength, just before she threw the now-useless hunk of metal into high orbit. It obviously wasn't very hard for her to do, but the disturbing thing to her parents was that she seemed to go way beyond anything she had done in the past, and even seemed to enjoy injuring them, to relish the opportunity to use such excessive force.

Her parents discussed the situation and agreed it was very bad. Suanne was their daughter, whom they loved, and they obviously cared for her welfare. But they also realized that having someone with superhuman strength and abilities flying around out there in a "troubled" state of mind was not good thing. Her ease at handling the 30-member gang, or any other confrontation with criminals, showed how truly feeble we all were when compared with her tremendous strength and invulnerability. So mighty were her muscles, that if she chose to, Suanne could disable or overturn any army on the face of the Earth. So, her parents decided they had to do something. They decided they had to act, and they came up with a plan: Suanne needed a vacation!

Bill called that night to his Uncle Radford, who always organized the Laney family reunion. Bill had previously told Uncle Rad that he wouldn't be coming this year (as they hadn't for the last five), but now, due to Suanne's condition, they'd like to come.

Radford Laney was Bill's very rich uncle, having invented the roadway pavement reflector, a.k.a. the "birds-eye". Hey, there was no big profit on each reflector, only about $0.27 from each one. But when you sell 30-50 million of them a year all around the globe, well, you do the math.

Rad was a hale and hearty rogue and a bit of a scoundrel with a huge handlebar mustache, who lived a lifestyle of the rich and famous. In fact, Robin Leach once did a feature on Rad's island getaway, and toasted everyone's "caviar dreams" from the deck of Rad's mansion. He had the reputation of being a ladies man, and he certainly seemed to enjoy spending his money.

But underneath all the wealth, Rad was just a country boy at heart. He loved his family and was definitely sentimental. In fact, he almost single handedly took it upon himself to keep the Laney family together by sponsoring these posh reunions. Rad would pay all the expenses each year for whoever wanted to come.

The site of the reunion each year was a tropical barrier island off the West Coast of Florida. It only had a few private mansions on it, one of which was Rad's. Since all the homes except Rad's were winter getaways, the beach was deserted except for the Laney family. The island was pristine and lovely, stocked with amenities and was very private, in short, the perfect venue for the reunion.

When Bill told Rad about Suanne's situation, he agreed the reunion might be just the thing she needed. "Billie, you just leave it up to ol' Uncle Rad. What little Sue needs is to be encircled with family that loves her and will treat her normal, not like some super-thang, just like family. That, and a little bit of my gumbo. Don't worry Billie, I'll take care of everything." So Rad made all the arrangements, and gave strict instructions for how everyone should treat her.

At last, Suanne's family arrived on the island and was greeted by Rad and all the other family members. They went down to the white sandy beach and met all the others that had already arrived.

"Dammit, Billie, it's great to see ya'," Rad exclaimed as he gave Suanne's Dad a bear hug, " but where's Little Sue?"

"Your "little" Sue," Bill said sarcastically, "is tied up somewhere in Iraq, something about a skirmish with one of Saddam's Republican Guard tank battalions that we'll see on the news tonight, but she'll be here soon."

At that very moment, the crowd heard a double sonic boom, and a red and blue figure zoomed down from the sky and buzzed everyone on the beach before it streaked into some open French doors on the balcony of the mansion. Seconds later Suanne emerged from the same balcony door, having used her super speed to change out of her uniform and into her beach attire. She was now wearing a white string thong bikini that covered next to nothing of her unbelievable figure, with just two little triangular patches covering an area only a couple inches wider than her nipples and areoles on the leading edge of her large full breasts. And the strings that curved over her incredible hips joined at a small piece of cloth that only barely covered her blond bush. She had an unbelievable dark brown tan - Bill privately wondered if she'd just flown through the sun's corona to darken up a bit - and her long golden hair shined in the sunlight. Her body was buffed, muscular, and sexy. Everyone was in silence as she floated down to where they were on the beach, as men and women alike just stared at her: to a one they'd never seen anyone so outrageously sexy before.

Her feet touched the white sand and she stood there in her midst for a few seconds with her hands on her hips (out of habit) as no words were spoken. Then, moments later, Suanne said loudly, "Hey everybody! Where's the party?"

Everyone cheered, and Rad motioned for the calypso band to start playing. Some cousins, aunts and uncles hadn't seen her in person for several years, and they all moved in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The beach was buzzing with well wishes for Sue. The warmth they all felt for Sue was obvious, and the acceptance she felt was like a healing salve on her emotional scars. They all knew she was a superhero and gorgeous and all, but shoot, she was just their own little Suanne way before that! Sue wrapped herself up in it, reveled in it, and soaked it up like toast in tea.

Just then, the crowd parted and there was her "cousin" Brad, who was now a big time football player at Florida State, even though he was just a freshman. Actually, they weren't even related. He was the stepson of her uncle who had widowed and remarried. They'd always been close and played together at these reunions as kids. They used to play dress up and pretend to be dating or married. Brad had been Suanne's first, and only, kiss. Of course, that was before Suanne practically became a goddess. And she hadn't seen him since then. But her memories of Brad were strong, and he was now a muscular and gorgeous guy. In fact, he had the physique of a professional body builder, and reminded her somehow of Arnold Schwarzeneggar. She immediately felt comfortable with him, and strongly attracted to him. Brad was one of just a handful of people that she could open up to, and she knew she could trust him.

Suanne saw him and her mouth dropped open. "Pooky? Pooky, is that you?" she said as she crinkled up her nose.

"Yeah, its me, Muscle Girl!" he answered as they ran together and hugged as he whispered in her ear, "but you can call me Brad now, okay?" He held her at arm's length to see how beautiful she was and whistled. With Sue wearing that thong bikini, there was plenty of tanned skin and bulging muscles to see. He feasted his eyes on her wide shoulders and rounded deltoids, across the curved expanse of her chest and the gentle rolling indentations of her washboard abs, from her tiny waist out to her strong hips, her incredible haunches with the sculpted indentations in the sides of her cheeks, and her large flaring thighs and diamond-cut calves. The angles and dimensions of her body were unbelievable, and totally outrageous, but even more impressive were the muscular contours present everywhere, and the angles and lines of her physique.

"But I don't mind if you still want to call me your Muscle Girl, Pooky," she said teasingly as she flexed both arms to show off her monstrous biceps with their split heads.

"GEEZ LOUISE," he said and reached up to feel one, unable to get his hands around it. They weren't just tall, they were also wide, and thick. Her biceps made his big guns look small. He looked at her with wonder, and with lust, as he reflected on arms powerful enough to lift virtually anything, hands strong enough to crush or rend the most tempered steel to any shape she desired, a back and legs able to shoulder virtually any weight, eyes that could vaporize an iceberg, and a face beautiful enough to conquer his heart.

"I think we have a bit of catching up to do, don't we cuz?" she said with a wink as she locked her arm in his and walked him down the beach, her hips swinging in a sexy sway. All the family on the beach chuckled and laughed as they strolled away. And Rad's smile was splitting his face. His plan was working to a "T."

Being thrust together so unexpectedly, they were both a little flustered and didn't really know what to say at first. They'd walked for about a hundred yards, when Brad finally felt compelled to speak. "Suanne, I...or should I call you Supergirl?" Brad asked respectfully.

"NO, DEFINITELY NOT, not here...and especially not by you. Supergirl is on vacation," Sue announced with mock indignity.

"Okay, you got it. Suanne," he said as he stopped and turned to face her, holding her hands, "You are without a doubt the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes on, or ever will."

Suanne, of course, knew this was true, but smiled faintly and blushed. It caught her by surprise, but was highly valued coming from Brad. He turned her on, too. She leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "It's really great to be here with you, too, Brad," she whispered as she smiled and looked into his eyes. Then, they continued their walk together and became reacquainted.

They walked down the beach together hand in hand, reminiscing a bit about old times. First, one would say, "Do you remember the last time...", and they'd laugh about that, until the other would say, "yeah, but do you remember such and such, what ever happened to so and so?" They strolled for about an hour, laughing about the old times.

After a while, that conversation topic had been played out, and they just walked on together in silence, neither saying a word. Each was comfortable with the other's presence and neither was uncomfortable with the silence; they just enjoyed being together. They were both smiling inside, pleased with the warm familiarity each was being granted by the other.

"You know, Sue, I think the last time I saw you was at one of these reunions five or six years ago," Brad said. "You'd just single-handedly destroyed that bridge in Ft. Lauderdale and saved that Give Kids the World Cruise. What were you then? Nine or ten? I remember thinking, WOW! You were so phenomenal! Man, I thought you were hot! So big, so strong. And beautiful, too. And since then, I've followed everything the press has said about you. You've done some amazing things and helped a lot of people. I've heard people say they thought you weren't real, that you weren't even human. But I knew you were real. You've done a lot of good things, you've helped a lot of people, and I've always been really proud of you, Sue."

She smiled at him and hugged an arm around his waist as they walked on.

He continued, "But Uncle Rad called me a couple of weeks ago to tell me you'd be coming here, and that you weren't very happy. I heard about what you did to those gang members in Miami. What's going on, hon?"

She paused, realizing she'd been set up, but decided that was okay for her to talk to him about it. Brad was one of the few people in the world that she implicitly trusted. Brad sensed her start to open up to him, and her stressful attitude began to soften.

"Well, I...I don't know, I just...well, school is such a bore, I've already learned all that stuff - ya' know, with x-ray vision and my photographic memory and all, I just spent one afternoon in the school library and that was done - and so it's really boring now. So I really prefer to put on my uniform and spend my time on patrol as Supergirl helping people, but...I don't know, I guess the pressure of the obligation stresses me."

"The obligation? What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, when you've got a body and muscles like mine, when you can do all the things that I can do, it's my obligation to protect people, to do good. It's my job. I am responsible - in fact I feel like I'm responsible for everything. But, I can't be everywhere at one time, and when people get hurt because I'm not there, I feel guilty because I SHOULD have been there. I always ask myself, "What were you doing that was all that important that I couldn't be there for them?" And, this sounds selfish, but I never feel like I'm doing anything for ME, I'm always doing something for others, which is great, but...ya' know what I mean?"

He nodded understanding.

"And," she continued, becoming somewhat emotional, "it REALLY is a drag to have to hide who I am. This double life thing REALLY sucks. I know I have to do it because of the media and what they'd do to our family, and I want to be able to have some privacy, but, only a couple of my friends really know who I am, and I feel like nobody really knows who I am, and I'm not that chick in the sweat pants and the glasses, and...<pause, she starts to cry>... oh, I'm lonely, Brad. I just don't know my place in the world."

They stopped walking and he pressed her head to his shoulder while she sobbed for several minutes. He tried to comfort her with "shh's" and "there-there's". He was bewildered at first that this invulnerable superheroine would be showing such vulnerability. A good cry may have been just what Sue needed, and finally, she lifted her head. He looked in her eyes to wipe her tears, actually noticing for the first time just how beautiful her eyes were, and said, "well then, it sounds to me like you just need a little more balance in your life. Maybe you just need to get close to someone, to confide in someone, to share with someone as Suanne, not Supergirl. Maybe you just need someone to come home to after you do your super thing. Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?"

Brad cupped Suanne's face in his hand and wrapped his other hand around her waist. He pulled her to him, and she willingly came. They kissed a long and deep, meaningful kiss. His hand on her waist lowered to her ass and massaged the buns of steel that every man on Earth longed to feel. His other hand went to her large firm breast and cupped it while his thumb played across her nipples. Each hand cupped her sexy curves, and felt the inviting softness of her golden brown skin. She was soft, but firm. Suanne moaned in appreciation as his touch sent tingles through her. After about ten minutes, Brad had to come up for air. "You are truly amazing, hon," he said, "Maybe your place in the world...is with me." They both smiled and walked on another quarter mile in silence, holding hands.

"Brad," she asked, "do you...do you like my...muscles? I mean, do they...are you intimidated by...by me?"

"Oh God, Sue," he answered, "your muscles are positively sexy; you are gorgeous. And I know you're incredibly strong, too, but no, you don't intimidate me, absolutely not! I knew you back before you were this all-powerful superheroine goddess. So, to me you're still just Suanne, my muscle girl...uh, that is...if you want to be."

"Yeah, I think I do," she answered as she snuggled her head against his shoulder. The Girl of Steel had become as soft as a kitten.

They walked on a little further.

"Sue," Brad asked, "speaking of your muscles, how do you do all the stuff you do? Do bullets really bounce off you? I mean, you feel so soft and feminine to me, but when I felt your biceps back at the house, it was phenomenal - as hard as a rock."

They stopped walking right in front of a new mansion under construction. "Maybe its time I gave you a little demonstration," Sue said as she walked up off the beach towards the house. As they stepped up on the foundation pad under the framing and trusses, he could see building materials and a few tools lying around.

"First, my skin is invulnerable to anything, so yes, bullets, knives, rockets, anything- even tank fire as I found out earlier this morning - just bounce off. My skin does feel soft, as YOU'VE obviously found out <she winked at him> but it is still invulnerable. My muscles are pretty hard even when unflexed. My natural muscle tone is more than strong enough to make bullets bounce off and stuff like that." She picked up three 10d nails off the ground and pressed one against her flat tummy. She pressed the nail into the muscle that rolled gently next to her belly button. The nail made a small impression, but then was stopped by her muscles, and the pressure of her finger slowly bent the nail in two. He looked at her face with alarm, but she just raised one eyebrow and gave him half a smile. She loved watching men come to realize the extent of what her body was capable of, what it could do.

"And when I flex my muscles, they get a lot harder, actually much harder than even diamonds." This time she gave her abdominal muscles a hard flex, and the previously gentle outline of the muscles now jumped to life. Muscular plates now raised to the surface, leaving deep ridges between them. She took the second nail and repeated the same process. This time the nail didn't make any indentation at all. The sharp tip of the nail touched the skin and stopped, and just immediately bent in two. The tip of the nail looked like it was being pressed against solid steel, when in fact, her abs were actually far harder than even that.

He whistled at her, amazed at the demonstration.

"You know - the Girl of Steel and all..." she shrugged.

"Now, let me show you these," she said smiling coyly. Suanne untied the top of her bikini from behind her neck and let it fall down below her waist. Brad looked in awe at her large tan breasts, amazed at how firm they looked. They were perfectly round, and didn't appear to sag in the slightest. Obviously, she had no need for a bra even for those monster hooters.

Brad smiled and said, "Gee hon, it looks to me like gravity is just wasting its time on you."

She smiled and picked up a cinderblock and broke it into a few pieces with her hands. "Even the softest part of my body, which you ALSO have already felt <she winked again> is still invulnerable." She took a piece of concrete cinderblock in each hand and pressed it hard against her breasts, visibly compacting them a bit. Then, she began to rub the rough concrete up and down over each breast, which caused her to shut her eyes and moan quietly. As she rubbed the concrete back and forth across her nipples, her nipples obviously won the contest as concrete dust began to flutter down towards the ground. After a minute or more, she held up the blocks to show him how her nipples had begun to score channels in the concrete.

"And even these get harder when I flex my chest muscles," she said.

Then, she flexed her pectoral muscles, and Brad gasped at the muscular transformation of Sue's chest. Two to three inches of muscle raised up from behind her boobs, creating a deep muscle cleavage in addition to her natural one. She took the last of the three nails and held it length-wise between her thumb and forefinger. Then she laid it across her now hard nipple, and pulled downward. The iron nail just bent around her large nipple, not causing it to indent a bit.

Then, she again raised the piece of concrete, and, keeping her chest muscles flexed and her boobs harder than nails, again rubbed the concrete across her large globes. This time, the cement didn't compact her globes at all, and the same grinding produced much more dust than the first time. In just a few seconds, she turned them around to show him the dramatic deep rounded indentations from her breast and the deep channel her nipple had scored. Brad looked closer and saw that she'd actually written "Pooky" in the cement with her nipple, the channel cut by her nipple was about 3/4 inches deep.

"Very funny, very funny. Okay, I get the picture," Brad said smiling. "You're tough as nails, uh or, actually tougher, obviously. But Sue," he said more quietly as he edged next to her, "when are you going to show me your muscles, babe?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she whispered in his ear right before she bit his ear lobe and kissed his ear, sending shivers through him. She French kissed him for several minutes before she broke away and said, "alright, Hon', here we go."

She started with her calves, and turned her leg outward as she presented her rounded calf muscle to him. He dropped to his knees and grabbed it with both hands, pressing on its firmness, trying to mold it but finding it very firm.

"Now try that again," she said as she flexed her calf muscle as hard as she could. It immediately swelled to almost twice its size, pushing his hands apart.

"HOLY SHIT!" he exclaimed, as he probed its hardness and cupped each side of the muscle with a hand, but her flexed muscle felt like granite. It looked like an upside down heart. "Good God, Sue, you're huge!" Brad started to get very hard, and Sue could hear his heart racing.

"Well, cowboy, if you liked that much, you're going to REALLY be impressed with the rest of me," she said proudly.

She twisted her leg back around and gave him her thigh. Due to the size of her thigh muscles, it already was thick and flaring. Then, she gave it a hard flex, and it exploded into a tree trunk of meaty cords, wrapping up and down the thigh from her waist to her knee. It was as large around as his own waist, maybe larger, and he ran his hands up and down it, exploring the channels between the cords. The knot of muscle around each side of the knee more than filled each of his hands. She was huge and hard and sexy. He hugged and licked and kissed her incredible muscles until he could stand it no more and reached up to peel down her thong panty.

Suanne was really enjoying the adoration, and said, "Let's not put that tongue to waste, shall we?" Before Brad knew what was happening, both of Suanne's legs were off the ground as she levitated in front of him and did a split in mid-air.

She lowered her sex to his face and he hungrily attacked it, draping his arms for leverage over the massive thighs that were extending to each side. His tongue fondled with her sex, probed it deeply, bit her. While he did his work down below, she massaged her own breasts like no one else could: with about 1,000 tons of pressure from each hand. She kneaded her large breasts and flicked her nipples as his tongue caused her to spasm. Suanne had to be careful that she didn't inadvertently hurt Brad in the passion of the moment. While he was a very strong man, she still knew that without realizing it, she could crush him without even realizing it, even more easily than Brad could pop a soap bubble.

She tossed her golden mane of hair back and moaned as he probed her and brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Brad couldn't believe the copious amount of fluid she produced, and he lapped it all up, noting how her love juice tasted differently than any other girl he'd been with.

After about twenty minutes, she lowered her feet and retied her bikini top. Her bangs fell across her face as she gave Brad a playful, alluring look. Then, putting a hand under each of his armpits, she effortlessly raised him to his feet. "And now, for the rest of me," she whispered.

She turned her back to him and put her hands on her waist and gave him a full lat spread. Brad nearly fainted. Her back was so muscular, so broad; it looked like she had grown wings. When flexing like this, her back was several inches wider than his own. Brad couldn't believe the span of her back and how thick she looked. She smiled sexily and looked over her shoulder at him, sensing the impact she was having on him, and then forced the last bit of expansion from her swollen muscles, causing her bikini strap to pop.

He edged closer to her, and his erect penis stuck between her thighs. He ran his hands up and down the distended swells of her back, not being able to believe how sexy and muscular her body was. It amazed him how she could be so big, so defined, so muscular, and yet, so feminine. He reached his arms around her and grabbed a breast with each hand, noting that each was way too big for his individual hands. He kissed and licked her back while he massaged her boobs.

After a few minutes, Suanne reciprocated by gently closing her thighs to rub against his penis. Then, she gently flexed her glutes, and he immediately felt it tightening around his member. He leaned back to massage her large rounded cheeks, and she began to flex them alternatively. Damn, just holding her ass made him hard as a rod, she was so unbelievable. And when she flexed them, her cheeks felt like bowling balls.

He simply could not believe the extent of her muscularity. Like most other parts of her body, when she flexed her glute muscles, Brad could see muscular striations on the bulging muscle just below the skin's surface, and sometimes ligaments and tendons straining to keep the massive muscles from exploding away from the bone. However, for all the thickness, all the muscularity, there was no decrease in femininity. None. She was totally erotic, totally sexy, totally feminine, and infinitely desirable.

Sue then turned around, saying, "and now for the big finale!" She put her hands on his hips and lifted him off the ground, and guided his penis into her waiting sex. She easily accepted all of him, and held him tight. He wrapped his legs around her waist, and his hands grabbed her lats as she raised both her arms to flex her massive domed biceps. Brad looked up at the mass of muscle just waiting to be released, and could not believe their size even unflexed, as he put his hands over the peaks. Then she gave her arms a snap, and her biceps erupted into colossal mounds of bulging feminine muscle that more than filled his waiting hands, wielding unearthly strength. He found that his large hands only covered the peak of each biceps. The girth and peaks of those biceps was astounding as he cupped them and tried to probe them with his long fingers. Brad squeezed as hard as he could, but found the muscles were like squeezing warm marble. He wondered how much force they were exerting at that moment.

"GEEZ, babe, how big are these guns?" he gushed.

"Last time I checked, a little over 25 inches around," she answered shyly, peeking at him playfully behind draping bangs.

"HOLY SHIT!" he exclaimed.

"Like the rest of me, they're all yours," she said as she giggled at his overwhelming reaction.

She put her hands on his waist to lift him up and down, using her ample muscles to do all the work, pulling him deeply up and down inside her. He came, and came, and came. And so did she.

After a half-hour she released him and set him back on the ground, but he wouldn't let go of her gorgeous body. He leaned forward and began to suckle her large firm breasts. He cupped them with his hand - he could only do one side at a time - and bit down on her nipples as hard as he could, realizing that he couldn't hurt her. Suanne only moaned more the harder he chomped down.

At this point, Brad had shot his wad, but Suanne was far from done. She grabbed his spent member and began to massage along his length, saying, "time to reload, hon?"

"Sorry, I'm think I'm done, Sue," he answered sheepishly.

"We'll see about that," she said coyly as she pushed him away and smiled coyly. She proceeded to move from pose to pose, giving Brad a private muscle exhibition he'd never forget. She flexed her muscles as hard as she could, her bulging muscles often stretching her skin thin and displaying feathery striations from the muscles below the surface.

Her face was so beautiful, and her body blew his mind. Suanne flexed muscles as big or bigger than the top male body builders. She showed Brad double bi's, a lat spread, the most muscular, you name it. Brad was quickly whipped into a feverish lust. In less than a minute, he was hard again and ready to go, and Suanne hadn't even laid a single finger on him. In fact, he was so turned on that his body over produced semen, and a small drop overflowed onto his head. His head was hot, and his organ throbbed from the excess fluid. He almost felt like he had blue balls, and ached for release.

"Um, is that for me?" she teased as he nodded quickly. "Don't forget, I really CAN suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!" she said as she rested her hands on his hips and lifted his waist to the proper height. She easily accepted all of him into her mouth, and licked up and down his shaft. He couldn't believe how hard he had become so quickly, and how much semen he'd produced. At one point, she sucked hard enough to hold him suspended off the ground with only her mouth, as she placed one hand on her hip and pretended to inspect the fingernails on her other hand. He spasmed as he shot into her, his fists beating down on her shoulders, only to bounce harmlessly off her thick traps and delts.

Eventually, Brad was spent. His fit and buffed mortal body simply had no chance in keeping up with Suanne's superhuman one. So Suanne cradled him in her powerful arms and carried him down to the beach. In a scene reminiscent of "From Here to Eternity," they French kissed for over half an hour in the surf as the warm Gulf waters washed over them.

Finally, the summer South Florida sun began to take its toll on Brad, and he whispered, "Babe, I think I need to cut this off, I'm getting a helluva sunburn. I need to get some shade."

"Uh-uh, not yet big boy," Sue said, "we're not done yet. Wait here, I'll be right back."

Brad, whose head was spinning from ecstasy and exhaustion he had never known before, just lay on his back on the beach with his eyes shut. Moments later, he felt the cool of shade and heard Suanne kneeling down again.

"Now, stud boy," she whispered sexily as she straddled him, "I got you an umbrella for shade, so let's get back to business." She attacked his lips again, and they continued to kiss as he massaged her dangling breasts with his hands. After several minutes, he rolled her over on her back, and continued enjoy her body.

Finally, Brad had had more than he could handle, even though it was nowhere near enough. He pushed her beautiful face away, and only then noticed her right arm extended upward holding what he presumed to be was an umbrella. He glanced up to see the source of the shade and was stunned to see what the "umbrella" really was. It was a huge boulder, probably the size of a house, that Suanne had plucked from a rock formation up the beach just past the house. She was holding it over them with one hand like a waitress holds a serving tray, and evidently had been doing so for the past half-hour or so, obviously without any strain. It must have weighed several hundred tons.

The enormous boulder looming overhead scared the hell out of him. Brad panicked, and squirmed to get out from under it. But Suanne just sat up and put her little finger on the middle of his chest pinning him I place and said, "hey, relax, it's all I could find on such short notice, and besides, it's just a little pebble to me." She pressed the enormous boulder up and down with one arm as she flexed the other and added, "I am the Maid of Might, ya' know."

Brad was nearly spent, but still incredibly turned on, and his flaccid penis feigned stiffness yet again. Suanne noticed the yearning of his member and said, "Oh my, this looks like a job for...Supergirl!" as she started to massage his long hard shaft with the one hand, and continued to effortlessly press the huge boulder up and down with her other. He ducked at first as the boulder threatened overhead, but then relaxed as his eyes rolled back in his sockets as he thought about this phenomenal goddess catering to his needs, trying to pleasure him. In a matter of seconds, he was as stiff as he could be, and raring to go again. She giggled as she realized there was no way he could ever go limp around her if she didn't want him to.

He reached up to feel the thick muscles of her shoulder and the large horseshoe shaped triceps muscle that jutted out from her upper arm as she held the huge rock overhead. He probed her cuts, and cupped his hand over her distended muscular swells. Suddenly, with a flick of her wrist, the massive rock flew out to sea and made a huge splash more than a mile out even as she bent down to kiss him again.

"You truly are remarkable," Brad whispered as he raised up on his elbows to kiss her again. "You are MY muscle girl, MY Supergirl."

"Yes, I am," she answered as she kissed him, "totally."

By now the sun was starting to present one of its typically spectacular sunsets over the Gulf Coast, and they were at the far end of the island.

"It's about time we should be getting back, don't you think?" he asked her.

"Yeah, probably, but we've walked for hours; we must be a few miles from the house. You want a lift home?" she whispered sexily as she nibbled on his ear. He nodded, so she reached down and picked him up, cradling him in her powerful arms. "Here we go," she said as they lifted off and began to fly back to the mansion. In just a few seconds, they were back at the mansion compound. With Brad still in her arms, she floated them to the pool, and dipped them into the cool water.

"Oh, I could get used to this treatment," he said smiling.

"I'm counting on it," she answered with a gorgeous smile.

The rest of their days on the island were spent in much the same way. They were inseparable. They'd go on long walks together, swim together, and in the afternoons they would lay in the hammock together and read to each other. They'd dive the reef offshore, Brad with a snorkel or scuba gear and Suanne with nothing. After dark, they'd go on walks under the stars and look for sea turtles laying eggs on the deserted shoreline.

They'd go fishing together, but didn't have much luck until she used her heat rays to lance a shot at the fish. She even used her eyes to start the fire for the barbecue, and they ate fresh fish every night. She flew him all over the island, and over the Gulf waters to others that they explored together. They watched the sunsets together, and applauded the sun's artistry much like they do in Mallory Square on Key West.

The reunion was doing Suanne a world of good, and she felt rejuvenated with the protection of her family encircling her. She felt renewed and healed, as if her dry well had been refilled.