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Stolen Valor
🕑 Added 2023-06-12 21:55:30 +0000 UTCWritten by HikerAngel
Commissioned by The First One
Synthetica gazed upon the latest add-on to her metal suit with an ear-to-ear grin. If this worked, she wouldn’t need the suit. It was a sobering thought, the idea that she might never need to wear this cage of steel that had kept her in a half-alive state for most of her life.
She was a downright genius, easily qualifying for 12-odd PhDs if her reputation as a supervillainess hadn’t barred her from all universities worldwide. But smarts could only get someone so far. Sure, her full-body suit—fashioned after the knights of old with futuristic nanotech weaponry—allowed her to hold her own against the many heroes that opposed her continent-conquering schemes, but it was not enough. She hated her weak, withered body that she had been cursed with since a child, so unsightly that she had taken to wearing a mask for her entire life.
Being a well-known supervillainess had its perks, too. For one, she was respected in the crime underworld well enough to purchase all of the necessary pieces to construct the very device that would give her not only control of her own body, but of the whole world.
“Excuse me, do you have an appointment or— Oh s-shit!”
The overworked receptionist immediately sobered up as she properly witnessed who exactly was in her lobby.
“Put a listing in for one ‘Synthetica’. Tell your dainty team of superheroes that I’m here to have a little chat with them.
“There’s no need for that, villain!” came a voice from behind her. She whisked around to see the very team she had asked for. All twenty of them, present and accounted for. They all grouped around the entrance where the supervillainess had arrived from—as well as her only exit. Those gifted with flight floated above the rest, ensuring that their disapproving stares were not obscured.
“Ah, good to see service around here is quick!” Synthetica quipped, not an ounce of fear present in her voice, which put many of the heroes on edge. Yet, their fearless leader was not perturbed.
“You’ve got guts, Synthetica,” spoke Nucleosoverign in a baritone-rich voice that befit a team leader like him. “You’ve evaded our detection for months only to show up sporadically in our base of operations. What’s your angle here?”
“I’ll tell you what her angle was!” came the higher-pitched voice of Net Cleaver, the tech wiz of the team. “She had this place surrounded with explosives! Key word: had. I shut them down lickety-split as soon as I noticed them. They never stood a chance!” The skinny brainiac girl’s smile reached ear to ear, crossing her arms under her perky breasts.
“Yeah, and while Net Cleaver was talking, I wrangled up all of Synthetica’s henchmen in a nice little barbed wire bow. They’re not going anywhere now!” Speed Dynamo’s quippy voice spoke, electricity still crackling around his form from the speedster’s prior actions.
“I’m afraid it’s the end of the line for you, Synthetica,” Nucleosoverign spoke rather definitively. “In the time you’ve been out of the spotlight, the league of villains has been disbanded and its members redeemed or eviscerated. You’re the last major villain left in the world. Come quietly with your hands up if you know what’s smart.”
Synthetica said nothing at first, her hidden face concealing any emotion that could clue the group of heroes into how she might react. Then, she raised a solitary hand into the air, stopping once it was parallel in height to her head.
“That’s good, that’s good. Now, raise the other one,” Nucleosoverign goaded at the villain like she was a petulant child. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to Synthetica’s second arm, waiting to see what it would do—so much so, no one noticed the faint glow of the crystal embedded within the palm of her already raised hand.
“Come on, dude!” Speed Dynamo vocalized, growing impatient. “Just raise your second hand already! Why drag this out? It’s over before it’s even begun!”
“Just wanted to get one last look at all of you…” she began, the faint cyan glow of the crystal brightening to an overwhelming turquoise. “...before this world is irrevocably changed.”
A bright flash of light erupted from her palm, encompassing the entire superhero team for a brief millisecond like some sort of magical flash photography. Synthetica was known for fusing the mystical with the technological, but usually her creations were far more grandiose in scale.
“Augh! You bitch!” came an agitated Speed Dynamo. “Trying to trigger my flash sensitivity? That’s it, I’m through being nice, I’m tying this bastard up!”
The speedster adopted his signature running stance, ready to break out into a supersonic sprint at a moment’s notice. The first red flag that something was amiss was as blink-and-you’ll miss-it as the speedster himself was, being that no lightning appeared around him. The second red flag was immediate to all, Speed Dynamo couldn’t take one step without suddenly falling forward on his face—someone had speedily tied his shoelaces together without anyone noticing.
Before he could peel his face off of the tiled floor, he felt a heavy boot press itself atop his head, stomping firm until he stopped squirming. Synthetica had traveled halfway across the grand reception floor in less than a second, a feat few other than Speed Dynamo himself could say they had accomplished.
“What the hell!?” Nucleosovereign exclaimed in confusion, even his enhanced vision losing sight of the supervillain.
“Ugh, I-I don’t know, sir!” Net Cleaver replied, her voice slurred as if an unexpected mental block had compromised her CPU. “I’ve lost contact with all my outside machines. My heads-up display is fried. W-what did that crystal just do?”
“Nothing you couldn’t figure out yourself, I’m sure,” Synthetica said, suddenly right next to Nucleosoverign, which spooked him into fight or flight. He instinctively threw a punch without holding back—the last time that happened he obliterated an entire meteorite hurtling towards earth—only for a dull thud on hard metal to sound out, followed by a scream of agony from Nucleosoverign.
The once-superman gripped his bleeding knuckle in distress, wheezing as the unfamiliar sensation of pain exploded throughout his arm.
“Augh! D-Dr. Plasticine! Tie her down! Stop this madness!” Nucleosoverign exclaimed to the nearby stretchy hero, though the doctor found their limbs falling woefully short.
“Aww, can’t get it up? Let me help you there,” Synthetica taunted, her own arm suddenly bursting out of her machinated suit and stretching forward to wrap the malleable wrist around Dr. Plasticine’s neck threefold, snapping it instantly. What was once a neck that could squeeze through cracks in a door was now crushed under the unexpected strength of Synthetica’s stretchy arm. And what an arm it was! Sinuous and well-defined, without a hint of burned skin or unsightly wrinkles, it was a mere glimpse into what the metal menace’s naked body could offer in the future.
Meanwhile, Gigantico the Great didn’t need to be commanded by Nucleosoverign to jump into action, though that didn’t mean he was any more effective in his pursuit. He grunted and squatted, attempting to bulk up his body as he had done many times before, though it could have easily been mistaken for gastrointestinal distress when nothing of the sort happened.
The man, left strained and humiliated, made Synthetica feel obligated to show this poor soul how to actually bulk up one’s body with such power.
She took a deep breath in, exhaling through a full-body flex. And then, Synthetica began to grow.
It started small. An inch here, and inch there—her rigid suit was being pushed to its limit, cracks spiderwebbing from stressed locations on her armor. Then, like a beautiful bird erupting from its unsightly egg, Synthetica’s suit shattered to make way for the ever-growing woman within. Her mangled armor slid over the smooth, deliciously rounded muscles of her rippling back as ridges of muscle continued to rise along the vast expanse of tanned, flawless flesh.
11 feet of height…
12…
13…
The ground cracked beneath her might as her height continued to surge into the teens of feet. Her biceps surged anew, fueled by the rapturous power of the strongest heroes known to the universe.
17…
18…
19…
Now she was encroaching upon Gigantico the Great’s previous limit, though her body showed no signs of ceasing. Somehow, her devious smile grew wider with every inch obtained. Synthetica’s arms, legs, chest, back, and stomach absolutely erupted with strength as they gulped from the collective heroes’ vast pool of unspeakable power.
22…
23…
24…
She had long since surpassed Gigantico’s record, and therefore saw it fit to slow down her growth. Like the shapely nature of her back, the growth halted at a seamlessly satisfying S-curve. Capping herself at an absolutely ridiculous 25 feet of height, she now had the proper intimidation factor to match her devastating power. Civilians and heroes alike were frozen in place at the sight of Synthetica, her breath ragged gasps as she became not simply stronger, but far stronger than any being that had ever existed.
But more importantly, her body was now free from the confines of the suit—and what a body it was! Helmet hair a feature for mere mortals, Synthetica used her right hand to gather her long golden tresses into a makeshift ponytail and tossed them over her broad, sleekly muscled back. Her naked, olive skin was no longer the decrepit mess her consciousness had regrettably inhabited for most of her life. Now, it made former gods blush at its sight.
Synthetica felt the nipples on her enlarged breasts harden as the continuing influx of power began to arouse her sexually. Her tongue slipped from between increasingly plump lips, sweeping along their soft, slowly inflating surface as if tasting their growing attractiveness. She moaned softly with the building pleasure coursing through her increasingly luscious body. But it was not the power itself that aroused her, it was the idea of it all belonging to her. That no hero could ever amount to anything comparable to her.
Her inner thighs were sleek with wetness, craving more chances to express her mind-boggling potential.
“Now which one of you will attempt to use your worthless powers against me next, so that I may show you how a true innovator harnesses them?” She brought her gem-encrusted hand up to her face, witnessing her devilish smirk in its opaline reflection. “And to think this was one of my lamer plans. All twenty of you arriving at once was most definitely a gamble on my end, but it all worked out! All of your delicious powers slurped up into my big, beautiful body!”
The villainess giggled, her abs and quads exploding with definition as she lowered her breathtaking nude body to better survey the puny hero team that once opposed her.
“And the League of Villains? Who do you think provided that anonymous tip revealing their specific coordinates on the Pacific Ocean? I wanted them gone. Less competition to oppose my future conquest of the world!”
Synthetica leaned forward, the sinuous muscles in her trunk-like legs tightening with the movement. Nucleosoverign watched her round, bulging calves contract, almost feeling the crackling aura of power surrounding her superhuman body as she waited for her adversaries to stop gawking at the impossibly impressive might before them. Ridges, swells, and staggeringly deep trenches of striation exploded all over her staggeringly sculpted body. Every fiber of her muscles seemed to be visible as they strained to contain impossible levels of power. The temperature in the room seemed to be increasing exponentially.
“Of course, my dear rivals, you won’t be there to witness it. Mere mortals have no place in my pantheon. I’m sure former superheroes of your caliber would understand. You don't just let any member of the public into your league, they need to offer something new or interesting. Unfortunately for you all, I seem to be a one-woman team now and am not in the market for a sidekick.”
With her monologue finished, she brought her index finger and thumb up before her, locking the pointer finger underneath the equally thick thumb and holding it in place. She then flicked, the gesture sending a ripple of motion through her powerful sinew as deeply carved lines of definition erupted over the flawless surface of her perfect flesh.
Nucleosoverign’s team of twenty was no more, their atoms scattered across the miles of trapezoidal-shaped city destruction that had become collateral damage as a result of Synthetica’s mere flick—a release of about 0.00001% of her total energy.
Such spontaneous destruction attracted several other superhero squads, all whose fates would soon be sealed similarly to Nucleosoverign and the rest of his pitiful team.
Entomocobra and her team arrived on the scene, ready for a fight, only to stop dead in their tracks upon witnessing the monolithic beauty that stood before them, their jaws agape.
“Oh, hello there, B-team.” Synthetica held up her Crystal-encrusted hand palm-side towards the opposing heroes. “Now, say cheese.”
There was a flash of light, then all was black.
~
“Oh honeeeeey, I hope you’re ready for meeeee…” came the taunting, booming voice of Synthetica one room over within the lavish custom-built mansion.
Jeremy was of two minds about this. On one hand, he was eternally grateful to be spared of Synthetica’s wrath in the two decades since she had taken power. On the other hand, that meant that he was also forced into being her husband.
It was immediately made clear why such worries were rational when Synthetica found herself growing impatient, stomping into Jeremy’s room with enough force to be measured on the Richter scale.
Though she was already stronger than one million Nucleosoverigns even if she had shrunk herself down to an inch, she simply couldn’t resist flexing her height. She enjoyed being a feast for the senses, so impossibly grandiose that the mere hint of her approaching via any tell was like a calling card—only to evolve into a full deck of 52 once she was close enough.
This also meant that sex with her was rigorous and brutal.
“I hope you’ve recovered from our last session, my sweet, sweet Jer,” she was practically salivating with desire, ready to ravage her lover in ways he could barely comprehend even after former severe and stringent experiences.
No clothing fit her, but she didn’t want it to. Too long had she spent cooped up in her shell of armor, knowing that her body was hideous. Now, she wanted the whole world to see what she had to offer, especially her husband.
She picked up Jeremy with two large fingers as if he were no more than a toy to inspect. Two more fingers did away with his clothing. The fabric tore off, leaving his rigid member quivering with excitement right before her luminous eyes. Smiling nefariously, Synthetica lowered her tiny lover, this time pressing his trembling body against her perfect body. His member dragged over the dramatic curves of her massive breasts, bounding over the hard sculpted ridges of her ultra-defined abs.
Synthetica gave him another deep kiss, causing Jeremy’s erection to grind into her warm, muscled torso. He may have been seven feet tall, but that was a mere third of his wife’s devastating height. After a moment of passionate caressing, Sythetica pulled her mouth away from his, a thin band of saliva still connecting their huffing lips as she spoke.
“Hope you enjoyed that little taste, hon. Savor it, because you’re going to have to work for the rest of it…”
“Hmm?”
Her cryptic riddle was elaborated upon physically as she dropped Jeremy to the floor, leaving him to scramble to his feet as her titanic form took to the skies. The roof initiated an opening sequence, though Synthetica found it to be too slow for her liking, her flying brick of a body smashing it open with absurd force that did not match her slow and methodical ascent.
She parked her naked rear atop the cratered ceiling, letting her massive legs dangle daintily as she crossed one over the other.
“If you want that full release, you’ll have to find a way to make it aaaaallll the way up here, babe. And if you don’t do it soon, I’ll decimate a village of my choosing! Just to remind everyone how much of a villain I am!” Synthetica spoke with a carefree tone. Jeremy wasn’t sure if his wife would actually carry out what she was threatening, but he wasn’t about to wait around and find out.
He bolted to the nearest exit of the massive room, attempting to visualize the quickest way to the roof within the labyrinthine layout of the mansion. But right as he was on a salient train of thought, it was suddenly derailed.
“MOOOOOOOOM! I’M HOOOOOME!” Synthetica’s daughter shouted loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear—or what was left of it at least. As an 18-turning-19 year old, Kinetica had all the powers of her mother and none of the responsibility that came with them. She had been on a boy kick lately, carrying a massive containment cage on her equally sizable back filled with her “boyfriends,” and they knew better than to plead for mercy. Like Jeremy, most of these men were muscular hunks, yet Kinetica dwarfed all of them with her 14 foot height and muscles that rivaled oil drums in raw, unflexed circumference.
When she noticed her father, she was only put in a worse mood.
“Ugh, Jeremy! What could you possibly want?” Kinetica exclaimed, refusing to call him by any title of authority. “Where’s mom? I gotta show her these totally adorable boyfriends I just picked up from the mall!”
“I, uh, happen to be looking for a way to reach her myself, s-sweetheart!” Jeremy exclaimed nervously, covering himself as best as he could. “She’s up on the roof.”
“Oh, nice, cool,” Kinetica replied half-heartedly, before teleporting herself and all of the boyfriends on her back away, leaving only Jeremy behind. He sighed defeatedly, realizing in hindsight he could have simply used the whereabouts of his wife’s location as leverage for a free teleport-trip there from his daughter. No such luck.
With great effort and a bit of parkour, he climbed up the fire escape ladder in a last-ditch plan B. Finally reaching roofside, Jeremy was surprised to find that neither Synthetica nor Kinetica were anywhere to be found.
“Shit. Shitshitshit,” he muttered under his breath, head darting about in all directions as he attempted to pin down any clue or trace to their whereabouts. The massive gaping hole in the ceiling was still there, just as he had left it. Had Kinetica distracted Synthetica sufficiently enough for both of them to leave? Would that count as Jeremy losing the game? He wasn’t sure—the mounting hypotheticals in his mind were overwhelming as he began to panic.
But then, a giggle flowed past him, seemingly caught by the wind. It was unmistakably Synthetica’s voice, though he couldn’t place a face to it anywhere. Had she learned voice projection? Perhaps…?
Wait…
Wait a minute.
Jeremy knew exactly where his wife was “hiding.”
Scooping up a handful of sand, the hunky man tossed it where he had remembered Synthetica being last. The smallest grains were caught by the breeze, only to contort unnaturally around something that didn’t appear to be there at all.
The subtle giggling evolved into outright laughter as Synthetica rescinded her invisibility. “Good job, you found me! And our daughter, no less!”
“Ugh! Mom! You know I hate going invisible!” came the voice of Kinetica directly adjacent to Synthetica as she too uncamouflaged out of thin air. “Every second I spend slipping into my stealth mode is another second where eyes from potential cute boyfriends aren’t on me! I don’t wanna blend into my surroundings, I want to be seen by all!”
“Well, thank you for indulging me, sweetie,” Synthetica sweetly responded, rustling a massive hand through her daughter’s auburn hair.
A begrudging smile parted Kinetica’s lips. “Th-thanks, mom. I’m glad you liked my boyfriends, too.”
“Of course, dear, I’m sure they’ll make a lovely harem. Now, why don’t you leave me and your father to wrap up here and then we’ll all sit down for dinner at seven?”
“Okay!” Her mood performing a full 180, Kinetica’s chipperness beaming through her smile. She then warped away without another word.
Jeremy didn’t even have to look over to figure out what his wife was planning next. A looming shadow had already blocked out the sun. Synthetica’s beefy muscles flexed and rippled as she moved toward Jeremy, an audible swallow caught in his throat as he awaited the touch of Synthetica’s body to his once again. A part of him dreaded it, knowing that she would have far more control over his body than he himself would once she got going again.
“Now, my beloved husband, your promised reward.”
Deep ravines ran the channels between her overdeveloped abs as they rippled and surged with feminine might, a low rumble of imminent release trembling his wife’s clenching core. Her muscular quads exploded outward as tsunamis of power crashed into them, their smooth surface shining with perspiration.
She didn’t even have to touch him. Putting a brief modicum of power into her mere existence was enough to send Jeremy into rapturous pleasure.
Jeremy’s heart rate skyrocketed as he climaxed. Synthetica, however, didn’t stop, picking him up and lowering him to the smooth interior of her deeply carved quads, finally allowing his body to touch hers. His lips quaked with desire as she pulled his still-climaxing member into her moisture-slicked body and enveloped his lips with her lower own. The act caused another surge of arousal to pour into his desire-addled body. Were Synthetica not holding back, Jeremy would not have lived to see another day.
Her overdeveloped, hyper-feminine body tensed, muscle exploding from every part of her sumptuously sculpted form as she quivered before a coming climax of her own.
Jeremy was surrounded by cavernous flesh as Synthetica’s striation-laden body fell forward to prepare for the imminent release. The roof was struggling to contain her weight—the slightest distraction from maintaining her form was proving devastating as the world around her failed to cope with her power level.
This was a death trap that no creature would want to be caught within, but Jeremy knew that his wife wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him.
Synthetica’s scream was deafening when she finally issued it, her hips bucking, impossibly powerful body spasming in earth-shaking ecstasy. Her toes curled, the roof finally reaching its breaking point as Synthetica and Jeremy plunged down to the floor below. Jeremy instinctively braced for impact, but the husband and wife duo never hit the ground. The pull of gravity was still present, that much Jeremy could still feel, but everything else simply felt suspended in motion.
“Oh Jer, I just love a man who’s always frightened out of his wits no matter how many death-defying acts we pull off during sex,” Synthetica swooned as if her love for her husband had been rekindled all over again.
Jeremy finally opened his eyes, the rays of the setting sun illuminating the ground he was floating mere inches away from. His pitiful human instincts unable to cope with his wife’s reality-breaking powers, he continued to cling to her impossibly muscular form like a monkey to a tree—his mind still bracing for an impact that would never come.
It wasn’t until Synthetica brought Jeremy up to her lips for a hefty, passionate kiss that all felt normal in the world again. The first action he took upon recovering from shock was to reciprocate the kiss, snuggling his body in between both of her mountainous breasts.
Jeremy had his doubts, like in most marriages, but he couldn’t have asked for a better wife than the unstoppable supervillain that had picked him.
