Feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time in what seemed like forever, SuperBecca unclasped the magic girdle from around Wonder Woman's slender waist. Diana, no longer receiving her Amazonian power from the girdle, spasmed and gurgled some intelligible noise before falling back into unconsciousness. The sight of the helpless Amazon sent chills down Becca's spine. "This had better work!" thought Becca. "I don't know why I think it will ..... but it'd better! Here goes nothing .... GULP! .... Or everything!" Becca wrapped the girdle around her own waist. A flash of fear shot though every nerve. "It's too big!" she thought in terror. Wonder Woman's figure was indeed more rounded that Supergirl's and her physique larger (though Becca secretly thought her own body to be superior in appearance to anyone, even the fabulous Amazon!) but Becca's fears subsided as she found there were additional clasps in the back of the girdle which could adjust its fit until it was merely a little bit too large for her wasted body. Had she been at full strength, it would have fit nicely!
"OK...," thought Becca, "so it fits...sorta. Now how do I get any power?!?" Becca stood, wobbled atop the high heels of her black boots and then suddenly ... she felt as if she had been hit by a freight train...over and over. Hot flashes poured over Becca followed by extreme chills. She quivered and her unsteadiness atop her boots increased. Now she felt sick, like she was going to wretch. Becca doubled over and grabbed her belly just as she felt it would discharge its meager contents to the floor. She gagged but the feared vomit never came. Now she felt OK but the girdle had begun to feel tight...too tight...constricting, contracting about her waist. No! Her waist itself was expanding! So were her arms, her legs.....steadying....her boobs filled the top of her makeshift costume to the point where they almost overflowed. Her leg muscles expanded, stretching the boots tightly over her now perfectly muscled calves. The girdle was so tight about her waist, Becca felt as if she would be cut in two. She had to release it! She clawed at the clasps which had been so easy to manipulate but the strained girdle put them in a bind making it difficult for Becca's fingers, fumbling out of her sight behind her back, to release them. Finally, Becca managed to release the last clasp and the girdle fell from her waist to the floor around her feet. Another wave of sickness swept over her as she felt her body collapse back to it's weakened condition. This time, she could not restrain herself and her stomach's contents forced their way up, overcoming her puny, futile efforts at self-control. Becca's knees buckled and her ankles twisted as she toppled from her boot heels. Becca's body hit the floor at exactly the same time as the contents of her stomach reached her mouth. Becca lay helplessly vomiting on the floor.
The fabulous superheroine SuperBecca lay gagging on the cold floor of MegaWoman's starship after trying to use Wonder Woman's magic Amazonian girdle of power to revive her own exhausted super abilities. The attempt had seemed to work as Becca had felt a flood of energy surge through her body and her physique assume it's fully charged, superhuman proportions. However, as her body expanded from it's weakened, shrunken state to it's more massive, fully heroic extent, the indestructible girdle bound her waist with excruciating pain as it became too tight for Becca's power gorged mass. Forced to remove the girdle before either it sliced into her mid-section or her invulnerable body ruptured it dashing all hopes of utilizing it's magical power -- Becca had suffered through the sudden loss of energy -- her body collapsing back to it's weakened and almost emaciated state. The strain was too much for her system and had reduced her to a retching, convulsing, totally helpless state. Finally, her stomach emptied of its contents and the effects of the sudden power loss waning, Becca regained at least a minimal degree of control. She still felt sick and even weaker that ever but she could at least roll onto her back, away from the stinking pool which had erupted from her belly moments before, and gasp for breath. Fortunately the vile fluid had ejected away from her so there was none on either the makeshift costume or her largely exposed body. Becca ached with every movement, every desperately needed breath. She hurt, as she never had before.
"OOOHHHHHH," she moaned. "I'm Ssssuuuuper....ggggiiirrlllll How can this be happ....happening....to me? Hurtin' bad! So weak...ooohhhhhhhh....Wonder Woman......Diana! Kara.......Powergirl ........ uuuuggggghhhhhhh."Becca's pleading calls to her comrades went unheeded as both of the other heroines were out cold. Becca bordered upon the same unconscious state but as she drifted towards darkness, she made one last valiant Kryptonian effort to pull herself together. "Gotta....hang on! Can't black .... out! Ooooohhhhhhhh! Diana and Kara ...... totally .... out of it. I'm ..... spent ..... my..myself. Need ...uuuuhhhhh.... Power! Ssssuuuuu....Superrrr Ppppower! Must maintain ..... consciousness. Only chance....... Diana's belt! Looser this time!" SuperBecca slowly drug herself to where the magic girdle had fallen from her waist after she had desperately unfastened it from her expanding body. "This has ..... to work," Becca stammered. "Can't withstand anything like that last time. Too far ..... gone!" Becca slid the magic girdle beneath her body. The formerly heavily muscled frame was even scrawnier than ever revealing Becca's truly desperate condition. As she has been forced to do when she tried to place the girdle back on Wonder Woman earlier, Becca slid over the golden belt of power and without raising her body, began closing the clasps atop her once rock-hard but now hollow -- and mercifully empty -- belly. She was just too weak to even sit to put the girdle on correctly. Becca tried to remember what her physique had been only days before and adjust the girdle accordingly. It needed to be snug at full power but that meant loose now. Would there be enough contact between the girdle and Becca's body for the energies to flow properly? She wrapped her feeble arms around her waist to compress the loosely fitting girdle as much as possible and silently prayed that this would work. SuperBecca knew it would be all over for her -- and Wonder Woman and Powergirl as well -- if it didn't!
SuperBecca tried to prepare her weakened super body for the impact of Wonder Woman's Amazonian powers. The effect had been devastating the first time she tried absorbing the energies from Diana's magic girdle. Indeed the effect of absorbing Wonder Woman's vital energies from her girdle had only been exceeded by the horrendous effects on Becca's body when she felt forced to rip the girdle from her waist or risk being cut in two as her body reclaimed Supergirl's awesome physique within the girdle's indestructible golden material. With no other hope for reinvigorating her exhausted super powers, Becca knew that she must again try Diana's girdle. She had to have its energy to have any hope of facing, never mind defeating, MegaWoman. Becca's life, along with the lives of the Earth's other greatest superheroines -- Wonder Woman and Powergirl -- all depended upon it. Becca had wrapped the magical belt around her waist leaving more room this time for her body to reassume its super form. With enfeebled arms wrapped around both her tiny waist and the loose fitting girdle in an attempt to press it to her body so as to permit the energy to flow, she gritted her teeth in anticipation of the flood of energy that was about to crash into her.
Wonder Woman's Olympian sourced power crashed into the non-super Becca. This time the effect was equally as overwhelming as the first. Becca felt as if the very fabric of her person was being ripped apart from the inside. "AAARRRGGGHHHHH......," cried out Becca as energy slammed into her body from the girdle. She could almost feel the power forcing its way through her abdomen -- searching for the devastated muscles in Becca's body. The wave of nausea which had poured over her before re-appeared -- lessened this time only because the contents of Becca's stomach lay in a pool on the floor near where she now writhed in near agony as Wonder Woman's power flowed into her. Becca's emaciated form once again expanded as her wasted muscles regained at least a portion of their mass. The black sports bra of her makeshift costume stretched to accommodate a rapidly enlarging bosom. The pain caused by the influx of superhuman energy into her still weak body overshadowed the emotional boost that Becca received from seeing her shrunken breasts regain their former magnificence. Wonder Woman's energies made her body feel as if it were on fire; demanding every possible ounce of concentration to fight the intense pain. Had she not had to focus totally on withstanding the piercing pain that tore at every inch of her, Becca could have relished in the restoration of her Kryptonian physique. Her bared abdomen began to again show signs of her once rippling muscles. Her legs filled the back tights and boots that had hung loosely but now were stretched to their limit by rock-hard Supergirl gams and quads. She could feel the slack in the magic girdle being taken up by her expanding body as the thick band of muscle that had previously been her proud abs regained it's dramatic, dynamic form. Fighting back the stabbing pain that flowed from the girdle through her now aching gut, Becca tried to hold in her breath lest the girdle once again get too tight. She feared that she could not withstand its forced, sudden removal again -- the first time had been far too traumatic. The tightness around her belly increased, as did Becca's anticipation. The girdle had gone from being loose to snug.....almost too snug. Any more expansion of her powerful torso would either snap the girdle or force Becca to again rip it away. Either outcome would spell disaster!
The pain in SuperBecca's body was almost too much for even the reinvigorated superheroine to endure. Breath was reduced to shallow pants. Beads of sweat emerged on her brow -- deeply furrowed by the grimacing that accompanied Becca's valiant -- but futile -- attempts to resist the pain. Becca's thoughts were muddled by the agony as she quivered on the floor of MegaWoman's Temple of Conquest. She had lost control of her limbs which though no longer weak and limp -- they were perhaps even more awesomely hard and muscled than ever before -- were also no longer under her direct control. The pain in her belly was worse than any battering she had ever absorbed from any enemy in battle. Wave after wave of energy assaulted her. With an massive exertion of willpower, Becca managed to roll herself into a fetal position drawing her knees to her chin and wrapping her now powerful arms around her torso before she once again lost control -- her arms and legs spasaming out of the protective position - flailing uselessly from their mistress' helpless torso. Even if she wanted to remove the girdle -- and she doubted she could withstand the sudden loss of energy again -- Becca could not command her arms, her hands to make the necessary movements. She was out of control and in agony.
Becca could only withstand the pain she was experiencing and that felt as if it were tearing her apart for a few moments longer. Suddenly, the assault to Becca's body stopped. The pain faded away more rapidly than Becca could have believed possible. She was still gasping for breath but her arms and legs once again responded to the commands of her thoughts and halted their frantic writhing. With the pain that had filled the past few moments gone, Becca could finally feel the power that had surged so brutally into her body. Obviously her Kryptonian physiology differed greatly from that of the Amazons and Wonder Woman's powers were as different as well. She had observed Diana wrap herself in the magic girdle and effortlessly transform into Wonder Woman in the past with none of the effects through which Becca felt she had barely survived. But for now, the transformation was apparently complete. Becca lay upon her back, the cold floor beneath her no longer feeling quite as chilling. Becca's body felt as if it had been through a meat grinder but she could also feel power -- power like she had never felt before. As Becca slowly sat up, then stood, she could tell that there was something unique about the feeling that had replaced the agony of the transformation. Flexing her again massive biceps, Becca felt stronger than ever before! The muscle in her arms seemed bigger .... harder than she remembered. It's veins stood out in clearer definition as the fully flexed muscle strained her perfect skin. Looking down at her abs and her legs Becca was similarly pleased as she was with her magnificent chest. Not only were her boobs restored to their spectacularly firm roundness which threatened to spill out of the black sports bra, the pectorals beneath were firm, hard and larger than ever. Becca wished that she could exchange the foreign black bra, tights and boots for her own, cherished Supergirl costume with it's "S" logo which would stretch proudly across her revitalized body. That costume, she knew, was only a few feet away -- on the opposite side of the Temple of Conquests -- but was encased in an indestructible cylinder that might not even yield to her fabulous feeling musculature. She could not afford to waste even a tiny drop of energy on something as non-critical, even vain, as regaining her costume. Every bit of power must go to saving her friends ..... and defeating MegaWoman!
TO BE CONTNUED