Becca started to turn towards the inert forms of Wonder Woman and Powergirl.....and nearly fell from atop the spiky high heels of her black boots. Becca wobbled, her ankles all but turning out from under her threatening to spill the massive body of the reinvigorated superheroine back onto the cold floor. Becca's head swam as weakness poured over her. Just as she was about to tumble her mind cleared, and she righted herself -- superhuman powers restored. "WWWOOOAAAHHHH!" exclaimed Becca, resuming the turn towards her comrades but at a much more measured pace. "That didn't feel too good!" Her steps towards the prone body of Wonder Woman were wobbly and cautious. The high heels of her boots didn't help matters. Reaching Diana, SuperBecca knelt down to the side of the helpless Wonder Woman. She continued to fight off waves of dizziness and weakness. "Gonna ..... gonna take some time to get used to your powers, Diana. I feel pretty strong but I don't know what I've really got. My own super powers were totally shot and yours ...... well I thought yours were gonna kill me! OOOohhhhhh!" Becca again wavered, catching herself on an unsteady arm to keep her from collapsing onto Wonder Woman. "Wow!," she said, "better figure 'em out soon.....sure can't take on MegaBitch like this!" Becca stood, preparing herself for yet more dizziness yet this time, none came. Bending over, Becca grasped Diana and lifted Wonder Woman into her arms. Taking cautious steps, Becca carried Diana over to where Powergirl lay. Kara was still twisted painfully from where MegaWoman's last blow had plastered her against the wall of the "Temple." Becca gently lay Wonder Woman down and then moved to Powergirl, moving the blonde heroine's spent body with equal gentleness onto the floor aside Diana.
Both heroines looked wasted. The exertion of fighting MegaWoman had been too much for them and though their spirits had been unflagging, even superheroines have their limits and both Wonder Woman and Powergirl appeared to have reached theirs. Their bodies - which normally equaled or even bested Becca's -- were -- as Becca's had been before drawing upon Wonder Woman's magic girdle for energy -- powerless. Diana's eagle encrested bustier sagged over her sunken chest -- her breasts looking more like Wonder GIRL's than those of the fabulous Wonder WOMAN. The red thigh high boots of Diana's replacement costume -- her original too was across the room in an indestructible display tube gaped around scrawny legs, one of them crushed down to nearly her ankle. Kara -- clad in her yellow and white costume -- replacing the traditional white and blue which, like the other heroines' had been taken from her by MegaWoman -- did not exhibit the loss of muscle and body mass to the same degree as Becca and Diana but nevertheless, she was out cold and as was helpless as Diana. Becca retrieved Wonder Woman's tiara that had been knocked loose as Diana's head had been slammed into the wall by MegaWoman. She placed the golden band on Diana's head, slightly askew atop the Amazon's mass of raven hair. Caressing both of the fallen heroines with the touch of her fingertips to their foreheads, Becca rose. The dizziness had stopped but Becca was still unsure of her powers. She placed her hands upon the golden girdle which encircled her waist, unintentionally assuming a fair representation of her famous power stance as her hands had naturally gone to positions opposite each other and just above each hip. She adjusted the girdle's position -- it was still on backwards with the clasps in front -- so that its front now aligned with her own. The girdle was designed to be work with Diana's eagle encrested bustier and had an upward projecting point at it's middle which normally became a part of the eagle which spread its wings proudly across Diana's chest. Without the rest of the Wonder Woman costume, this point repeatedly and uncomfortably poked Becca in the belly button! Even though invulnerable, there were some things that were still downright annoying....and, Becca could tell, this was going to be one of them! "It's amazing how you can be bothered by little things like that," thought Becca, "especially when your life is on the line!" With Wonder Woman's girdle powering her superhuman body while simultaneously poking her in the belly, Becca left her fallen comrades behind.
"Gotta find MegaWoman," Becca thought as she once again subconsciously pulled the girdle away from her navel, "Wish I knew what these powers could do first!"
SuperBecca had managed to reinvigorate her depleted super powers with Wonder Woman's magic, Amazonian girdle. Her power and confidence restored, Becca left the unconscious bodies of Powergirl and Wonder Woman behind in the "Temple of Conquests" to search for an escape route and, perhaps, for MegaWoman. During the interlude between her devastating defeat of the superheroines and Becca's recovery, MegaWoman had retreated to her inner sanctum for a shower and a time alone to reflect upon her victory. Exiting the shower refreshed, MegaWoman laughed aloud, "Those three! What a joke. They call themselves superheroines yet the three of them are no match for MegaWoman!"
MegaWoman toweled the water from the supple skin of her amazing body. Massive was simply inappropriate as it implied a hulking ungainliness that was totally absent even though MegaWoman's heavily muscled physique had to have weighed in at well over two hundred pounds; far larger than even Wonder Woman -- the largest of her fallen victims. The muscle -- packed tightly over every inch of her torso and limbs -- was harder than the hardest rock but it was spread perfectly over a six and a half foot tall frame -- taller still atop the high heels of her boots that she was in the process now of pulling over her powerful legs. Everything else about her was as perfect as her physique. Even the totally white hair that cascaded around her shoulders was perfect. The white of her hair looked odd contrasted to the youthful appearance of her body yet that was perfectly normal for her race and for her planet. She thought nothing of it except that hers was perhaps the whitest -- not even a trace of the dark color that was so prevalent amongst the weaker species she had encountered. MegaWoman pulled her hair back with both hands, fully baring her muscular shoulders. Clad only in the thigh high boots, she again admired herself. It was narcissistic, she thought, but she had worked hard to achieve this perfection and she was proud of her body and its power...power adequate to destroy all three of Earth's mightiest heroines.
Moving her hands from hair to breasts, MegaWoman hefted her magnificent orbs. They were firm and though by mortal standards huge, they were proportioned to the rest of her body so as not to be obscene. "Perfect," she thought, "just like everything else!" Easing her boobs back to where they normally perched proudly upon her hard pectorals, MegaWoman passed her hands over her rippled abdomen. "Perfect!" she again thought -- becoming a bit repetitive, "Absolutely perf......ooowwww!" MegaWoman grimaced as her left hand passed over something that was certainly not perfect. Barely visible, a bruise was forming across one of the ridges of muscle over her belly where Powergirl had managed to land a number of blows before she was decimated by MegaWoman's superior strength. The bruise, though small, betrayed damage to the prized muscle that lay beneath the bronzed skin of her abdomen. And damage could betray weakness -- a vulnerability that an enemy could exploit. A vulnerability that could lead to MegaWoman's defeat. "Ha!" she thought, "one little bruise.....that's all those babes from Earth are ... one little bruise...one little bruise that covers their entire pathetic LITTLE bodies. That bitch got lucky and may have got me there but she's laying in a heap while I'm here......." MegaWoman continued to pass her hands over her body finding no further bruises or potential weaknesses.
She passed over her crotch where hair as pristinely white as the hair on her head covered her privates. The touch there was sensuous but MegaWoman did not linger -- "At least not for now...." she thought. Now bending at the waist, the hands caressed down over her powerful hips and over thighs which as large as small tree-trunks could only be called "thunder thighs" if one were to consider the powerful muscles that formed their smooth, curvaceous bulk. Finally, her hands reached the tops of the white, thigh high boots that clung to her legs like a second skin. A little tug assured their full height was reached and eliminated any tiny wrinkle between the thigh and MegaWoman's ankle. Long, well curved but -- like the rest of her - muscle packed legs lay within the boots and extended down to meet a six inch heel which would have seemed ludicrous on a smaller woman but was again -- perfect -- on MegaWoman. Finally the floor where the soles of her feet stood firmly planted. She would have liked for one of the defeated heroine's to be ground between her boot soles and the floor but for now, only the thought would have to suffice. She relished the thought for a moment and then straightened her torso, again reaching up to smooth back her hair, which had fallen around her face as she had bent over. "Yes," she thought catching one last glance before turning away, "Perfect! It's almost a shame to cover it over with clothing but I guess one should have some modesty!"
MegaWoman donned the rest of her costume -- a white, form-fitting leotard, low cut exposing her massive cleavage, and a white, pleated micro-mini skirt. This was the same outfit she had been wearing when she first encountered SuperBecca. She would be wearing it, she thought, when she disposed of that wimp along with the rest of her pathetic friends. MegaWoman had grown tired of the three Terran heroines. It was time to dispose of them and move on.
TO BE CONTNUED