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The Heroic Housewife
🕑 Added 2024-08-12 05:14:06 +0000 UTCWritten by HikerAngel
Edited by AuGoose
Commissioned by The First One
“Ah! Welcome home, dear! How was your day?” Mai asked, white-knuckling her own dainty hands as she gripped them in her lap.
“Oh, y’know, same old, same old. Exhausting,” Harris, her husband, confessed with a sigh as he flew in from the open skylight as he often did these days.
That had been the response he defaulted to lately, the repetitive nature of human failings catching up to him as he aged into his late forties. As the world’s most powerful known superhero, The Supreme, he knew he had to dedicate his life to public service, for the greater good. The ideals of great power and greater responsibility had been fortunately drilled into his mind at an early age, there was no chance of him faltering from that path, but no amount of wise words could prepare him for the crushing reality of the mid-life crisis.
Mai’s lips quivered up with dismay at the sight of her dejected husband. “Aww, I’m sorry to hear that. Would you like to talk about it further over some dinner? I made your favorite: cheeseburgers!”
That softened his attitude. It always did.
He cupped her chin, his large hand taking up nearly half of her face. Then, faster than she could perceive it, they were both seated at the dinner table together. Mai had already set the table earlier, but she was surprised to see both of their meals neatly laid out before them. Even though it had taken Harris less than a second, Mai hated the idea of him doing any work around the house after already tirelessly keeping the world safe day in and day out. She kept these complaints to herself, however. Twenty years of marriage was more than enough for her to pick up on the fact that helping was simply one of his love languages. Then again…
Love languages are bullshit! This isn’t about what he truly wants, it’s about what I truly want! Mai thought to herself. E-even if it’s a bit selfish, it’s for his benefit! I just want to feel useful for once!
Still, at the end of the day, at least she could count on the fact that he was here for her, willing to share a quiet moment of mutual love over her fantastic cooking. Unfortunately for her, even that wouldn’t last to her liking, as the earpiece he always wore suddenly lit up with radio chatter.
Harris quietly sighed and put his finger up to his ear. “This is The Supreme… Mhm… Yes… I understand… Yes… Very well, I’ll be over soon.”
Mai looked at her husband with worry, Harris did his best to assuage her.
“It’s Dr. Iniquitous again. Sorry honey.”
“N-no! It’s okay!” Mai replied, her face betraying her words.
“You know how it is, babe,” he said, sighing. “Evil never sleeps. I feel like they’ve got my schedule memorized at this point. I hope I’m not gone for too long. I’ll give you a call if things smooth over anytime soon.”
The husband and wife exchanged a loving kiss and Harris took off into the sky, leaving out the same way he had arrived.
Mai was left alone with an empty house and an emptier soul. As soon as she was absolutely sure he was out of earshot—she gave it fifteen minutes or so—she broke down and began to weep softly. This was unsustainable. Harris was killing himself out there, Not exactly physically, but mentally. And she was stuck here, unable to help in both ways. He was out saving the world and all she could do was keep the house clean and make his meals. ‘The Wife of The Supreme’ was a cushy gig, she got to stay out of the public eye and ‘live the dream’ as it were in a mansion on top of a hill. She was already a meek and demure woman, with waifish proportions that only looked cartoonishly tiny when compared to her husband.
She was barely pushing five feet of height, Harris was 7’1. His superpowered physiology ensured that he reached the peak performance capable of the human male body. It also meant that Mai always felt inadequate when he was in the room. She had that same sense of heroism that he did, but she had not been blessed with powers. All she could do was be a supportive voice—a useless supportive voice. Even with an entire team of superheroes at his disposal, most of the work fell on his shoulders. All she ever wanted was to help ease the burden, but such a want was impossible.
Right?
A nagging thought was brought to the forefront of her mind, motivated further by her husband’s forced absence. Underneath the house that the two shared was a series of excavations, known to most as mere maintenance tunnels for the nearby power grid, but known to Mai and Harris as The Supreme’s secret lair. Of course, passing knowledge was all that was expected of Mai. She never needed to travel down there, and there was an unspoken agreement that she would never have to.
He probably thought she had no idea where the secret passage that led to it was, much less the combination to the door. It wasn’t like she ever read any of his comic books on that particular shelf, nor remembered the seemingly random combination of numbers mixed with his snoring as he slept.
The caves were mostly just a trophy room at this point, an excuse to keep his superhero life separated from what little semblance of normalcy he had at home. But if there was even the slimmest of chances that help could be given from visiting there and snooping around… well, she simply had to try!
Every step of her makeshift plan was coming together smoothly, the pitter-patter of her tiny slippered feet echoed through the dingy iron stairwells as she descended further into the belly of the beast. Her hands strained with vibrations as they attempted and failed to push a heavy steel door. A shoulder bash eventually creaked the monolith open enough for Mai to slip through, though pain lingered in pulses throughout her arm as she continued.
Thinking she was alone, she nearly jumped out of her skin as someone called out to her.
“Hey! You! You’re The Supreme’s wife, right? Where the hell is he? I’m not finished with him!”
Mai looked over to see a massive, muscular man sitting within a red cube built to contain him. His dark eyes stared down at the tiny woman with a great and furious hatred.
Grimstone!! That monster had smashed almost half of Dallas with his bare hands! Afterward, he’d simply vanished.
She knew her husband and the other superheroes had been granted permission to incarcerate the very worst of the worst. They were supposedly kept in a secret prison that many claimed was buried under the surface of the moon.
Instead, it seemed Grimstone was here, under her house. Her husband’s lair was far larger than she’d thought. Looking across the large cavern, she realized it was stuffed with cube after cube. There must be almost fifty villains of various sizes and powersets locked away here!
“Here because you had a change of heart and want to let me out, cutie?” came a cat call from Wildesyde, one of the many chatty villains incarcerated within the cavern. “Been a while since any of the boys’ve seen your pretty face.”
Mai averted her eyes, not wanting to grant her harasser any attention. These people really put the super in supervillain, some of them had even kidnapped her once or twice. While some of the villains that The Supreme and his team of heroes fought were misguided folks who were happy to be rehabilitated and in turn improve society somewhat, Grimstone, Wildesyde and their ilk were a different breed. These beasts loved being evil, couldn’t get enough of it. Any prison they had been put in before was quickly broken out of. It was almost a game for them. Harris had given them nothing but chances and opportunities to improve themselves, and they refused every single one. Now she knew they were here, contained within polished cubes of pure energy, so her husband could unfairly waste even more of his time trying to rehabilitate them.
Harris was an optimistic man, Mai loved that about him, but she’d always insisted that some people—such as these—were lost causes, much to his displeasure. As a hero, he knew he had to be unwavering in his beliefs of justice and redemption.
She ignored further jeers as she inspected some nearby notes left by her husband, listing off potential ways to ‘cure’ these villains for an easier reentry into society. Harris wasn’t just a superhero, he was a certified genius. Heroism was his job, but scientific discovery was his passion and he was a very erudite individual overall. One note in particular caught her eye:
SUPERABILITY SYPHON: NEARLY COMPLETE. NEEDS WILLING CANDIDATE FOR ALPHA TESTING.
Hmm. She might be willing…
Mai was afraid to mess up any part of the device it was referring to, lest she accidentally break it with her clumsiness. That didn’t stop her eyes from following the various cords and plugs sticking out of the machinated box trying to make sense of their purpose. Her eyes also couldn’t help but notice that the device looked like it was hooked up to every single supervillain’s containment cube, ready for extraction, or that the current percentage of its effectiveness was set at 25%, as detailed by a multi-notched dial on the side of the control panel. More of her husband’s looseleaf notes were strewn about the panel.
LIMIT 1-3 SUPERPOWER REDISTRIBUTIONS PER SIDEKICK.
That note in particular caught her attention. Ha! Not only did he have multiple sidekicks in mind, but he was only willing to give them a fraction of the powers that his greatest villains were imbued with.
‘Oh, Harris. It’s so you to invent a device that could steal powers from the world’s greatest villains and then only use it to zap a fraction of their powers…’ Mai thought to herself, cheekily looking the other way as she twisted the dial all the way up to 100% effectiveness.
“Oops. Clumsy little me.”
She then pranced over to the output device: a large, cylindrical glass tube. It seemed unnecessarily huge, over five feet across and almost twenty feet tall. She guessed Harris had intended for it to contain super-massive physiques like Warbrute, but it was still half again taller than any supervillian she could think of.
She paused. Was she actually going to do this? No. Now was not the time for moderation. If The Supreme didn’t want to work late nights for the rest of his life, he would need some serious help from someone he could trust.
Someone he had counted on for the last 20 years of his life.
Someone he loved.
She turned the machine on, easily providing her husband’s password. It was, after all, her birthday. A touchscreen monitor next to the machine lit up.
SELECT WHICH CONTAINMENT CUBES FOR EXTRACTION ->.
So many names. So many monsters. Mai selected ALL of them.
DAWN ATTIRE THAT WILL BE MALLEABLE ENOUGH TO WITHSTAND BODY MODIFICATIONS!
Hmm. She would have to deal with a costume later. They were traditional after all, and she was pretty handy with a sewing machine. The slender woman slipped both straps of her blue floral dress off of her shoulders, it sloughed off of her nonexistent curves in one smooth motion, forming a neat little ring around her feet which she promptly stepped out of. The next two steps towards the glass cylinder saw her slipping out of her slippers, leaving them behind like she was about to walk out into the sea and never return.
ENTER SIPHON RECEPTICAL.
Her brain was screaming at her that this was the point of no return—if she died, well, at least he wouldn’t have to deal with her uselessness anymore… Now starkly nude, she strode purposefully into the translucent chamber, the opening shrinking behind her like a puddle being drained until she was sealed inside the seamless glass. Inside she discovered a great silence, the sounds of whirring machinery and heckling supervillains completely muted, leaving her to her thoughts. And second thoughts. So many second thoughts…
The light over her head intensified while the majority of the vast cavern plunged into darkness, lit only by the crimson energy of the clusters of cages, like evil grapes. Three holograms appeared around her, images of Wildsyde and two women she didn’t immediately recognize. It didn’t fill her with confidence that Wildsyde appeared to be banging on the walls of his cell in agony, his body being sucked dry like a human juicebox…‘Fuck. What if this hurts? What if this really hurts?’
The bottom of the cylinder filled with a faint gray mist that began swirling up around her stick-like calves. The first pulse of power seeping into her pores reassured her that everything would be okay. Not just okay, fantastic.
Mai’s skin prickled with warmth like the beginnings of a tanning bed, striations of energy enveloping her underdeveloped muscles like a thick blanket of pure power. It felt so… superficially macho. Must’ve been Wildesyde’s power.
Regardless of the villain's gender, the machine understood the assignment; empowering her! Mai’s stick-figure body slowly morphed and evolved from an unimpressive rectangle to hints of an enticing, supple hourglass. The rage of his stolen energy added blossoming inches to her breasts, creating pillowy flesh from a bony chest. Another villain whose power was pyrokinesis found her boundless fire being siphoned into inches of smooth, rounded muscle that flowed down her lengthening legs. Her generous estimate of five feet was quickly surpassed as more power from a tall female villainess boosted her straight past the six foot mark in waves of overwhelming, orgasmic pleasure.
If Harris wasn’t absolutely amazing at sex, this would’ve been the most pleasurable experience of her entire life. Then again… she was sure that The Supreme would be able to take more time out of his busy schedule to satisfy her rapidly growing womanly needs now that she could be on the scene to help him.
The flow of energy feeding her growth slowed to a trickle. Mai gasped for air with breathless moans as the transformation ceased, falling to her hands and knees. If the machine stopped now, she would be more than satisfied. She was so much closer to Harris’ height, with a deliciously sexy form that would make most runway models and bodybuilders feel inadequate like she had so often felt in the presence of her husband and his co-workers.
Mai looked out at the cages of the fifty or so villains the machine had siphoned power from, grateful for their sacrifice…
The three holograms surrounding the tube flickered and vanished only to be replaced by the images of three new villains shrieking and shriveling, their unique abilities being sucked out as the energizing fog gathered around her ankles once again.
“Oh, shit!” she gasped. She was only three deep! There were FIFTEEN more trios still in the que…
The screams of an emerging goddess of ecstasy breached the supposed sound-proof barrier as a second wave of stolen power was thrust into Mai’s every vein. Now almost nine feet tall, her hungry flesh was imbued with the technology-absorbing powers of Baron Technosis. Seconds later she’d duplicated the functions of her husband’s machine itself, allowing her to skip the middleman, reaching out to take the powers of the supervillains trapped in the cavern with her ten at a time! The Baron’s world-class super-inventor abilities allowed her to instinctively fine-tune Harris’s process. She would now receive double… triple… no quadruple the abilities she squeezed out of the forty-two supervillains that were left. Mai wanted every last drop …all so she could better help her husband, of course.
She reached out, picking and choosing those who would sacrifice their powers to her next with care, plucking only ‘the boys’ for now. She began to gobble them down like ripe fruit. Speedsters and telepaths, demigods and primal hunters all flowed into her waiting body. Words failed to describe the insane intensity of her upgraded third evolution as her incredible body combined and multiplied their powers to effortlessly shatter any world record, even ones set by fellow superheroes and villains combined.
But maybe the best change of all came as a total surprise. Siphoning The Green Shiv—a weird sort of Peter Pan/sexual predator character who had kidnapped and abused young teenagers in Europe for decades, maybe centuries—she learned there must have been some truth to him being forever stuck at the lustful peak of puberty, because Mai suddenly felt almost thirty years of time’s little insults sloughing off of her body, leaving her pale skin soft and creamy while her face became as sleek, fresh, and heart-shaped as when she’d been eighteen. Her newfound youth came with new and very slutty needs. She felt an unquenchable thirst for hot, steamy sex bloom between her brawny thighs… She’d never felt so fucking horny before at any age! And there was the very real possibility she’d stay this young and this insatiable forever.
“Oh, Harris is going to love this!” she cooed, fondling herself without an ounce of modesty. She’d never have to let him down by not being ‘in the mood’ ever again. “He’d just better return the favor!” she laughed musically, wondering if maybe she’d be the one to tire him out now?
That idea turned her on more than she expected. Her, the good little wife, fucking The Supreme to exhaustion? “Yeah,” she decided. “There’s gonna be some new rules in our bedroom.” She grinned, her long fingers lifting her luscious breast up to suck on her own stiff nipple.
Draining the last five men while fingering herself to a The Supreme-sized climax, Mai paused to flex with a teenager’s devious giggle, her biceps surging anew, fueled by the strongest supervillains the Earth could offer. Her arms, legs, chest, back, and stomach absolutely erupted with similar strength they gulped from the massive pool of never-ending villainous power. She had to admit that while everything she was doing was for Harris, she was really starting to enjoy it!
She wasn’t just strong, she was the strongest. With enough power behind his fist, The Supreme claimed he could destroy an entire planet with a single punch. Mai sensed that she could achieve the same result if she accidentally tapped her foot too hard.
She looked down at the platform the tube stood on, now so very far away. She wasn’t just tall, she was the largest. Even her husband’s superpuberty that he underwent as a child put his height at only seven feet. She was pushing approaching three times that height at an insane nineteen feet and filling the tube almost top to bottom! Mai flexed every single muscle, only to flinch in fear as the glass container around her shattered into flecks. Even though she was a goddess amongst gods, her perception of the world was still very human. She bashfully rubbed the back of her sleek neck, brushing aside voluminous hair that could withstand an atom bomb before becoming tangled. Harris’s machine was ruined… But she didn’t need it anymore!
Freed from the stifling confines of the tube, she stretched and flexed luxuriously, floating in midair. She felt absolutely wonderful!
She’d been such a good girl, so it was time for dessert!
There were eighteen cubes filled with supervillians left. Supervilainesses, actually. They were the most powerful, most sexy, most uninhibited women in the world. Ladies who took no shit from anyone with bodies that filled the wet dreams of tens of thousands of men and boys willing to overlook their wicked ways (or secretly thrilled by them). So, pretty much the polar opposite of the meek, submissive, and scrawny Mai.
Not anymore.
Mai reached out and juiced a whole seventeen superwomen at once, leaving them as shrunken stick figures, echoes of her body before risking it all for love. A fitting end to their crimes. The resulting mists condensed into a single twisting stream of liquid hypersexuality, snaking through the air to fulfill its rightful destiny. Her mouth hung open in orgasmic bliss, her throat working as she physically drank in everything that had made these unforgettable women so desirable.
She had always been cute, though few would say pretty. One gulp and she was beautiful, the next, she was breathtaking, another and she was magnificent, another and she was irresistible. With every sip, her head rose higher, now almost four times her husband’s height. Pure concentrated sexuality dribbled from her plush lips. It tasted like ambrosia as it diffused into her every cell, unleashing a body-shaking climax beyond all human limits. Her eyes snapped open in ecstasy close to agony, her irises seeming unable to decide on a color as they were bombarded with choice after choice, settling on a haunting yet alluring hot pink that glowed with an intensity that matched her Olympian teenage body.
Resculpted by the quadrupled allure of seventeen of the world’s sexiest super-vixens, Mai wasn’t just beautiful, she had ascended into the most attractive thing to ever grace the planet. Future generations would fail to capture her brilliance even with their ability to embellish flaws. There were simply no flaws to embellish.
Still, she’d saved the best - and worst - for last.
Snow Silk was a Chinese-American supervillainess whose powers made her the most beautiful and desirable woman in the world. She claimed she could feel every orgasm of all the men fantasizing about her. A power that made her quite the publicity whore, staging highly visible capers around the globe. All in scandalously revealing outfits. All for the thrill. Rumors said she had seduced even The Supreme to feel that special tingle when the world’s greatest hero popped while shouting her name. Obviously, neither of them confirmed it. Mai didn’t want to believe it, but she knew Harris did fancy Asian features. She hoped he’d been strong, but now she would find out for certain.
More instinct than control, Mai psychically ripped Silk’s cube open, yanking her personal nemesis through the air to hang before her. Mai expected her to be defiant, but instead, she seemed dazed, even enthralled by Mai’s physical perfection. The tables had turned and Snow Silk was not accustomed to being the second most beautiful woman in a room.
With no effort she was aware of, Mai looked into the temptress’ mind and saw the awful truth. Harris had been strong. But he hadn’t had any choice either. He’d made love- no, he’d fucked Silk with a savage animal passion that put anything that he and Mai had shared to shame, hammered her succulent pussy in ways a normal woman like his wife would have died from.
And the evil slut had done it all in Mai’s own fucking bedroom!!
“You. Raped. My. Husband. …Bitch.”
“Forgive me?” The cowed home wrecker whimpered.
This was the moment of truth. She’d left forty-seven other monsters as weak, shriveled wretches in their cubes, unable to harm anyone, and safe to return to society. But this woman? Her crime was unforgivable. Could Mai be the bigger person? Could she let it go?
Yeah. She could be a bigger person.
A strange smile crossed Snow Silk’s tear-streaked face as she dissolved into sparkling dust. Filled with righteous vengeance, Mai took more than her powers; she absorbed every molecule of Silk’s ravishingly beautiful body and finally swallowed the villainess’ wanton soul.
“AAAAaaaaaaahhh!” Mai cried out in shivering rapture, growing to an even thirty feet tall as ghostly feminine caresses slid over her skin, resculpting her body in countless subtle ways simple transference could never match. Snow Silk’s hypernatural sense of beauty multiplied and mingled with all her other powers, bringing a new level of perfection to her flesh, flesh Mai had mistakenly thought already perfected.
“YEEEESSSS! OH, HARRIS!!”
She was beauty incarnate, a living goddess filled with dozens upon dozens of powers supercharged to levels previously undreamed of! Her body, mind, and soul had all been filtered through the final contribution of Snow Silk’s legendary sex appeal. Mai marveled how easily she could seduce the entire world with a single wink if she hadn’t already been madly in love with one man.
A man she might finally be worthy of.
Cheeks still flushed from the afterglow of what might be the best orgasm the universe would ever produce, Mai realized she needed to get into the action. Harris needed her! It might take her a little while to get a hang of her new powers, but she would just have to figure them out on the way.
~
“HAHAHAHAHA!” Dr. Iniquitous cackled, even as he lay beaten and bruised within a freshly-made crater he had just been punched into.
“What’s so funny, villain?” The Supreme inquired for himself and his team. He crossed his arms, not exactly appreciating the gallows humor of his nemesis.
The cameras of hundreds of news crews turned like heads at a tennis match to follow this latest exchange between Earth’s mightiest defender and its most vile criminal. This day might decide the destiny of mankind and the world was watching!
“What’s funny is… what’s funny is…” he began, barely able to find the words as he continuously succumbed to bouts of laughter. “What’s funny is, you’re too late! You might’ve stopped my initial plan, but that was merely a distraction. I’ve got all seven of the world’s strongest heroes right here, which means none of you will be able to disarm the bombs I’ve placed at every major capital in the world!
At that moment a vast shadow fell over the villain, some mass theatrically blocking out the sun and giving the monstrous archvillain's eyes a particularly sinister gleam.
“And they should be going off in 3… 2…—”
The strange shadow vanished and the Supreme Team began to panic, even as they tried to save face, unsure of where to even start. Even if they all flew off as fast as they could and disabled as many as possible, the damage would be catastrophic and Dr. Iniquitous would likely escape again. The world would no doubt be irrevocably changed, plunged into chaos by the doctor’s design. As time ticked down to the dreadful moment, the shadow reappeared.
“What, you mean these bombs right here?” came a voice that shocked everyone, especially Harris, and he was the only one who could actually put a face to it.
The heroes and singular villain all looked to the sky, jaws dropping at the sight before them. Especially Harris.
Hovering in mid-air, backlit by the sun was a naked 30-foot tall Asian teenager so shockingly gorgeous she could only be Snow Ghost’s impossibly sexier daughter, her seductive pose effortlessly showing off fertile curves that exceeded even the perfection of her infamous mother.
“Hi, dear!” The beautiful, buxom giantess winked at The Supreme. “Can we wrap this up? Your cheeseburgers are getting cold.” She smiled at him as hundreds of cameras turned upward and flashbulbs threw cascading pulses of light across her silken flesh.
The most powerful man on the planet’s package visibly bulged as he realized he was looking at his wife. Only Mai had become- well, everything he could have ever dreamed of in a woman… times several hundred… thousand.
He hunched his shoulders, momentarily ashamed of how much she reminded him of Snow Silk and his one secret betrayal of their marriage vows. ‘No, no time for that either. Discipline!’ he thought. There was a crisis to contend with! Even cheeseburgers with Mai would have to wait.
Except, contained within Mai’s massive hand was what could only be described as a metric fuckton of Dr. Iniquitous’s golfball-sized nano-nukes. The Bad Doctor had been busy, but even with decades of careful planning he was effortlessly undone by the sheer speed and power of his greatest nemesis’... wife. She was fast enough to travel around the world in a second, perceptive enough to locate them all within said second, and smart enough to carefully disable every unique safeguard that would’ve ensured a swift multi-megaton nuclear blast for even the most careful of bomb defusers—all still within said second. Not to mention, she had achieved all of this without an inch of clothing on her body.
An irresistibly sexy body now brazenly on display to the entire news-watching world.
The teenaged goddess used her free hand to cup her cheek apprehensively, the motion making her massive breast jiggle enticingly. “S-sorry about my appearance. All the clothes I had sewn for myself dissolved when I lapped the Earth to disable all these bombs in time.” Her cutesy, accent-laden speech juxtaposed her overwhelmingly developed body, but it was no less threatening. The 30-foot-tall naked angel really didn’t seem that upset about showing off her birthday suit. And why would she be? She was flawless.
Harris knew it must be her, but he still couldn’t process that this casually naked superwoman was his shy little wife.“Oh my god. M-Mai!? Is-is that really you!?” The Supreme asked. Again he was uncomfortably reminded of Snow Silk. Usually, his voice carried the cadence of absolute authority while he was in costume, but now he was sputtering before this incredible woman like any other mortal.
She hunched her neck slightly, meekly shrinking into herself, nervously fluttering the fingers of her free hand. “Y-yes, dear. It’s me. I-I was hoping I could reveal myself under more ideal circumstances so I wouldn't startle everyone but when I arrived I overheard that Dr. Iniquitous talking about a bunch of bombs and so I just… I just…”
“Ooooooh!” she sighed, a deep red blush blooming on her perfect cheeks. “Silk really could feel men cumming for her” Mai realized as millions of men around the world began to succumb to her image on their screens. Even as she blushed in embarrassment, a little voice in her ear was cheering her on.
A huge feminine hand self-consciously dropped to hide the giantess’ perfect nethers from the World’s Gaze. Mai’s other hand unconsciously squeezed into a fist. There was a sound like a faint, distant thump as all the atomic nano-nukes simultaneously detonated, only to be completely smothered by the pressure of her graceful clenched fingers.
A quick shake of her head made the waterfall of ebony hair running down her back dance in the sunlight as Mai suppressed the sensations washing over her. A secret smile teased her lips as she felt Snow Silk’s entire international fan club transfer their lust to a new mistress: her. Now Mai had taken everything from that evil hussy.
Trying to cover her momentary distraction she looked at Harris. “He’s kind of a jerk, you know?”
“Yes. Yes, he is, dear. And always interrupting dinner. Such a jerk.” He laughed with her, loving how his wife had turned one of the world’s worst villains into a joke.
Mai was surprised as she found her husband flying himself in for a hug. It was a rather awkward execution of such a gesture, his hands unable to wrap around even the lithest part of her form—her waist— as his face was buried in just the underswell of her gravity-defying beachball-sized breasts, with the hug itself looking like a toddler embracing their mother for the first time, but Mai loved it nonetheless. Harris wasn’t envious of her power, he wasn’t afraid of her power, he didn’t even seem to care how she had gotten said power. Mai was his wife, and he loved her whether or not she was five feet tall or thirty.
He cupped her elfin chin, having to fly up even further just to do so. The gesture was no less meaningful than it had been all those years they were together. “Remember our wedding vows? How I said I was the luckiest man in the world to marry you? I meant it then and I mean it now.”
Mai’s response was a word scramble of excitement and squealing. She almost wanted to cry, but knew that any unaccounted tears would probably rip through the Earth like a bullet piercing a watermelon. Managing such overwhelming power would be a challenge, but if she could flawlessly iron a shirt without burning it, she figured she could manage universe-buster tier superpowers.
Dr. Iniquitous was taken into custody shortly after—he immediately turned himself in after seeing his life’s work so effortlessly undone and his reputation eternally tarnished—and the day was saved. Still, The Supreme’s team of heroes had some questions.
“Supreme, are you sure we can trust her?” Knight of Progress asked. “These power readings I’m getting from her are insane. They’re unlike anything we’ve ever seen before!” the techy, blabbermouth armored hero asked.
‘Are you gonna take that?’ Mai heard an imaginary Snow Silk on her shoulder like a little devil whispering in her ear. Still, it took conscious effort to resist the urge to wink at her detractor and turn him into her eternal fanboy. Fortunately, she had another champion to ride to her rescue.
“She’s my wife. I trust her more than anyone else in the world. Sure, I want to test out what she’s capable of, but effective immediately she’s the new leader of The Supreme Team!”
Several mouths fell agape at the surprise revelation. Mai’s face blushed a deep crimson. “B-babe, are you serious? Do you think I really have it in me?”
“You stopped my greatest rival’s master plan in less than a second because you overheard him mention it. I’d say that more than qualifies you for it. I… must admit I was always hesitant to pick a successor should I want to retire, but I’m sure any child we make will be more than worthy if you ever get tired of it.”
Mai’s blush somehow intensified further.
“Oh dear, b-but shouldn’t we test what I’m capable of first? I wouldn’t want to disappoint you…”
Harris smiled. “Very well, let’s do something right now. Just for fun. How aboooout…” he put his finger to his cleft chin, conjuring up a challenge that would test even his prowess. “Ooh, I’ve got just the thing! The aliens over at nebulon-5 three galaxies over are throwing their annual solstice celebration. First one there and back gets first dibs on the amazing food!”
Mai perked up. “Alright! Challenge accepted!” Even floating, she bounced in excitement, setting her chest wobbling like a truckload of jello.
Harris immediately assumed a readied stance, one which Mai awkwardly-yet-adorably copied.
“Okay now, on three… Three…”
Out of the corner of Harris’ eye, he caught a glimpse of Mai’s form flickering. Her hands were holding something behind her back “Two…?” Harris said confusedly, only for Mai to realize her mistake with widened eyes.
“Oh my! I thought we were going on three! I’m back already! I-I didn’t see you on the way s-so I just assumed you had beaten me there b-but…”
Harris was so dumbfounded that it took him ten whole seconds before he burst into hearty laughter. “Wow. It’s like looking in a mirror. You’re just like me when I found out I had powers all those years ago. I guess I finally understand how my normal human parents felt…”
“Hey! I can’t be that much more powerful than you! Right? Let’s… let’s do another test! This time, we’ll actually do a proper competition instead of me zipping ahead and totally cheating!”
Harris directed Mai to his personal exercise room in his place of work, both as the setting for the next challenge and to keep random passersby on the street from ogling his wife and potentially causing a 14-car pile up. She had to crouch just to prevent her head from tearing through the ceiling.
“Alright, this here is my training weight,” Harris motioned, holding up a device that looked like a cross between a dumbbell and a futuristic fitbit. He began rapidly tapping the up button on the left weight, several beeping noises sounding off in rapid succession as the LCD numerics on the digital display ascended into the millions, then his hand began to strain against it. “Inside is a black hole, the mass of which can be controlled with the buttons here. My personal record of deadlifting is somewhere in the range of a solar mass. But I’m sure you’ll clear that record in no time!”
Mai giggled nervously. “Oh, you flatterer. I’m sure I might match that, but I’ve never deadlifted anything in my life!”
She held the dogbone-shaped metal in her hand, only to start tapping on the tiny up arrow herself with her massive finger. The uneven tempo of beeps continued for several minutes, with Harris’ jaw only dropping farther with every passing second.
“Uh oh, I think I broke it,” she admitted sheepishly, showing to Harris that the display had maxed out across the board with nines and no amount of further up arrow presses changed anything.
“Babe. I think it can’t get any heavier than that.”
“Really? Pssh, what a ripoff! I can only feel a twinge of resistance! Tell your scientists to make a better one!”
Now it was Harris’ turn to be sheepish. “Um, well, funny thing about that. I invented this actually.”
Mai’s change of face was instantaneous. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it like that!”
But Harris wasn’t offended in the slightest. He was inspired.
“Well, this tells me one thing.”
“And what’s that?”
“That the only thing that might be stronger than your body is our love for one another.”
The couple shared a quiet moment together in the training room, with Harris laying atop his lovely wife now that she surpassed the very bed they both used to sleep in together. Life was good and stress-free now, and Mai nearly married him again on the spot when he offered to make dinner for the two of them tonight. Her favorite.
