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shooting supergirl

Postby vivision » Mon Oct 05, 2020 10:48 pm

There was an old story called "Shooting Supergirl", where some super villain had a weapon that let her steal Supergirl's powers. Anyone familiar with it, or able to find it?
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Re: shooting supergirl

Postby ssj3gohan007 » Tue Oct 06, 2020 2:01 pm

Yes, I have it:

Shooting Supergirl

Shooting Supergirl by marknew

Supergirl is being lured into a trap by a villainess named leila who managed to slowly steal her super-powers and even super-powered body features like the super-perkiness of her breasts. There is also some nice humiliation scenes, which make this story so great.
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Supergirl sat comfortably in the Today show studio and waved to the crowd of tourists outside on Rockefeller Plaza. She shook her head to let her blonde hair flow over her shoulders and leaned back slightly so that the bold outline of her fabulous breasts was plainly visible. She twisted slightly left and right and let them bounce slightly and push harder against her costume while the camera focused on her. Why not? This was as close as the audience would ever get to them and, being "super" she wasn't worried about dealing with any "unwelcome" advances. As if anyone would dare!

It was a kind of unwritten understanding she had developed with her
admirers, one that was very different from the way her cousin, Kal-el, had
always had to protect his image. As a male, any display of his sexuality,
which was naturally amplified by his super-strength and other imposing
powers, would be perceived as dangerous and personally threatening. Given
his unlimited potency and unstoppable strength, Supergirl well understood
how humans would regard THAT as more than a bit frightening. Well, to
everyone except for that sex-crazed, power-worshipping harpy, Lois! But
for Supergirl, as a super-female, flaunting her sexy body, just a little,
humanized her image, softened it, and helped reconcile humans to the
combination of her being a female with strength and power that was so far
beyond them. It also put her enemies off their guard. Oh, did it ever!
She willed her nipples to harden just a bit more. There! Perfect!

She had done these interviews thousands of times. The questions were
always the same. Some she had always refused to answer, like her bra size
(she didn't need to wear one), her sexual interests (no human could ever
satisfy them, so why go there!), and her relationship with a certain male
superhero (let them just TRY to guess what they did in private, and woe to
him if he ever told!). But she let them ask about anything else.

Matt Lauer cleared his throat. "Supergirl, with Superman busy battling
the intergalactic mob, does the latest crime spree by the West Side boys
worry you? They have killed three police officers so far and have avoided
every attempt by the Metropolis police to catch them."

She leaned forward. It was, of course, exactly the question she
expected. The so-obvious subtext, what they were really saying but
wouldn't dare say to her directly, was "So far, you've let these criminals
run wild. Superman would have stopped them long ago. Is it because you
wonder whether you, a mere slip of a girl, can handle these hardened
criminals all by yourself?" was so demeaning, especially because, unknown
to everyone but her cousin, she was the more powerful of the two of them.
But she wouldn't reveal that secret, or show that she'd taken offence, not
the way she would have when she was just sixteen. No. She'd learned a
lot in five years. She smiled and let her nipples harden more -- that
would throw him off balance -- and gave her usual answer. "Not at all.
But I can't be everywhere at once, nor would I want to be. I have my own
interests, my own life too. The police are responsible for solving
ordinary crimes. They will let me know if and when things get out of
hand, and I will, of course, step in when they need me. All they have to
do is ask and I'll be there."

The audience cheered, bringing Lauer out of his nipple-induced trance.

"Um, er, yes, thank you Supergirl. Um, you're certainly erect, I mean,
electable to er ....

Supergirl smiled sweetly and leaned forward, her eyebrows raised, as if
she were trying to understand the next question. She thought she'd made
her points very well, so to speak. She leaned back and let her nipples
recede a bit, letting him recover his poise. "Er, yes, I can understand
why preventing petty crime would be ... a bit dull for you, with your busy
social life," he continued. "Can you tell us what most annoys you when
facing the average criminal, I mean, as opposed to the super-powered
intergalactic evildoers Superman is battling even as we speak?"

Doesn't he KNOW how belittling that is?! Didn't they EVER learn!
Supergirl barely resisted the temptation to bathe him in deadly heat
vision. Well, let's see how well he handles her "points" for the
remainder of the session. Yes, let him deal with THIS answer! "I suppose
I find all criminal behavior annoying," she said, more coldly, her nipples
rising and now sticking out like bullets. "One thing that does annoy me
is that, after all these years, common criminals still insist on shooting
off their itty-bitty little weapons at me. You'd think that after all
this time they'd know that they can't affect me. I'm invincible. Bullets
just bounce off me. Everyone knows that. Yet they insist on shooting at
me, endangering only themselves and other bystanders. And -- I suppose I
can say this to THIS mature audience -- they seem to have a particular
fascination with aiming at my breasts. Can you understand why they do
that?" she asked, innocently.

"Wah I er um--

"I mean, it doesn't HURT me. I admit it can be a little stimulating. In
that respect, you know, I AM a woman, and like many other women, my
breasts are stimulated VERY easily. And it can be a little embarrassing
when my, you know, nipples start rising. And that, in turn, usually
provokes a reaction in them, which inevitably makes them lose their
concentration. But then, I have a job to do -- just like you do here,
interviewing me -- and I can't let myself get distracted from the task at
hand. So, yes, I DO get annoyed at the stupidity of it, but it's no more
stupid than crime itself. Don't you agree?"

"Errr, I, uh ...." He was staring helplessly at Supergirl's breasts while she earnestly waited for his next question.

"Was there something else you wanted to ask?" she asked. "I know you
recently did a story on the book 'Why do Men have Nipples?' Did you want
to discuss that? Because, if not, I do have another important
engagement." She stood up, forcing the interviewer to rise, his member
painfully constricted. "Are you all right? You're not standing very
straight. Do you have a cramp?"

"Yes ... no ... I"

She shook his hand. "Very well then. So long!"

She walked off the stage, kissed a few members of the audience and then
flew off to their cheers. Maybe next time he would ask questions more
appropriate to her importance as a superhero!


2

Supergirl had not been completely honest. The police HAD asked Supergirl
for help finding the West Side boys the day before yesterday, but she had
been too busy to do it yet. Well, she couldn't delay now, not after she'd
tried to blame the police for her inaction. She flew right to police
headquarters and examined the files of their principal suspects and the
physical evidence they had collected from the crime scenes. Then, she
flew around the city in broadening circles until she had traced the soil
samples left behind to a warehouse a few miles outside the city, its walls
lined with lead paint. Illegal lead paint, freshly applied! She thought
at first that she would just give the police the information and let them
stake out the gang, but then she decided to handle it herself. The gang
had been very clever so far confounding the police. If the police used
Supergirl's detective work and then failed to bring the gang to justice,
they might do even more to conceal themselves. And more people would make
comparisons between Supergirl's crime-fighting abilities and those of her
more famous cousin. No! She'd do it herself and present the police with
the gang subdued and ready for arrest!

Supergirl flew back to the warehouse at super-speed and hovered above it,
deciding how best to attack. She couldn't see through the paint, but lead
did nothing to block her super-hearing. She could hear men talking
loudly, cheering for some sports team and then, surprisingly, a woman's
voice, ordering the men to get back to work so they could complete loading
the new weapon onto the truck. So, the West Side boys was a gang run by a
woman! That's something the police hadn't figured out. Naturally. They
must have assumed that any criminal smart enough to evade capture HAD to
be run by a man! Hmmmph! But the remark about a weapon caught her
attention. It was a good thing she had followed up today. If they had
some kind of new weapon they could cause even more harm than they already
had.

Wanting to preserve the advantage of surprise and keep the gang in the
warehouse as long as possible, she flew 50 yards away and then tunneled
back through the earth underneath, using her super-breath to keep the dirt
off her hair and face -- her costume was naturally resistant. She paused
momentarily before she completed the last few feet and then burst into the
warehouse through the floor, catching the gang standing together at the
end of the warehouse, the sports match blaring on a large screen
television while they wolfed down their lunch. She imagined what it would
have looked like to them. The seemingly solid, impregnable floor
beginning to rumble like thunder or an earthquake. The concrete cracking,
then buckling. Their panic. Would the walls collapse? Were they going
to die? Where should we run? Then they would see the first, strange sign
of her appearance, the pink, painted tips of her super-powered fingers
breaking through the foot thick concrete as if it were just paper. Then
her small, feminine hands, pushing aside slabs of flooring far too heavy
for any of two of them even to lift, even using all their pitiful human
strength. Then her breasts, emerging fully grown from the earth, smashing
the floor to dust, enlarging the hole far more than any other part of her
body, sending hard pieces of concrete flying two stories into the air,
leaving the rounded impression of her wonderful orbs where she emerged,
with the two sharp points of her nipples like exclamation points. Let
them ponder the strength, the power, the SUPER-power behind THAT feat! IF
they found the time.

Supergirl put her hands on her hips and shouted, "Move away from there,
all of you. Surrender now and no one will get hurt." Typically, no one
listened to her. Instead, the men turned around, reached for their guns
and began firing. Supergirl let the bullets bounce off her harmlessly.
"Don't you guys ever watch the news instead of that silly football?" she
said, acting slightly annoyed. She pointed at her unharmed chest.
"Supergirl? Super-powers? Invulnerable? Remember?" Satisfied that
they'd emptied their guns and no longer posed a harm to each other from
ricocheting bullets, she flew towards them. The largest of the men
stepped in front, ready to fight. Supergirl settled to the ground facing
him. He stood a good eight inches taller than her and was solidly built,
but his muscle was irrelevant. Didn't he know that? Or did he just want
the "experience" of fighting Supergirl. This was another thing Supergirl
never understood. Her strength was so much greater than any man's, and if
that wasn't enough, she was also invulnerable to their punches. Why
didn't they just give up? But they never did. And this one had the same
lack of imagination.

"I don't wanta have to hit a girl, but if you don't leave us alone,
you're gonna leave me no choice."

Supergirl rolled her eyes. "Fine then, big guy. Let's get this over
with." Supergirl stood opposite him, waiting for him to throw the first
punch. Like many others, he was a bit hesitant. Well, it was probably a
good thing that a man built like he was felt a little funny about hitting
"girls". She'd go easier on him for that bit of moral sentiment. She let
him size her up, looking at her breasts while deciding where to hit her,
then he swung his fist around to her temple. She felt the impact as her
skin absorbed the blow, stiffening against his bones and repelling his
much softer tissues. She turned her head slightly so that he'd crack just
his knuckles and not his wrist or arm. It was a pretty good punch. It
probably would have knocked out a good number of humans. But it failed to
hurt or damage her in the slightest.

"Owww!" he cried, shaking his hand. "Shit! Her fucking head's like a
piece of fucking stone."

She snorted. "That's not the kind of compliment a girl likes to hear,"
she quipped, then hit him once in the stomach to double him over and once
in the cheek to stagger him. She loved the way her little hands powered
through human tissue so easily. It was so great being super! While he
was still woozy, she lifted the man over her head with one arm while the
others watched in awe. This was another thing she enjoyed, the way men
were always so impressed with her strength when she demonstrated it. They
never could admit or accept that she, a "mere female", was so much more
powerful than they were, but somehow watching her dominate another man,
especially one as large as this one, who had probably pushed all of them
around at one time or another, always got their attention and admiration.
Probably it was something about males that made them admire strength. She
guessed it was why they liked sports too. She didn't really get it.
She'd faced a few villains stronger than she was over the years, and there
was nothing thrilling about it. This man she was carrying, for example.
She shuddered to think what, with his big muscles, he could and would do
to her if he had super-powers too. Or if she didn't. Now THAT would be
painful! Or worse than painful. Fortunately that wasn't a problem. As
relatively slender as her arms were compared to his bulging muscles, she
was millions of times stronger. Probably billions. She held him high
above her head and arched her back slightly, showing off her breasts to
distract the others. It was time to let her nipples stiffen a bit too.
Satisfied their attention were completely on her chest, she threw the big
lunk at them, knocking them over, then gathered the men together, put them
out with a few quick punches and bent a large steel cable around them to
hold them in place. I've got the boys, she thought. Now it's time for
their leader.

But just as she was about to go for her, she heard the hum of the weapon
powering up and immediately there was a flash of white light, which
briefly lit up the warehouse with the brightness of the sun, followed by
an eerie ultraviolet spark that shot directly at her head. Supergirl
turned toward the weapon and a dark-haired woman, no older than 21, jumped
down from the platform of the truck where the weapon sat. The woman was
tall, several inches taller than Supergirl in fact, and with more dramatic
coloring. Her red lips, her boldly darkened eyeshadow framing green eyes
and her well-manicured and bright multi-colored nails contrasted sharply
with Supergirl's natural-girl look. She wore an abbreviated tight-fitting
athletic top that left her well-toned midriff bare and showed off her
impressive bust, even larger than Supergirl's, but, for obvious reasons,
needing the support of a substantial underwire bra. Supergirl could have
seen that even without resorting to her X-ray vision, but she did check,
just to make sure the woman wasn't equipped with any unusual devices or
kryptonite. But no, it was just an ordinary, if heavy-duty bra.

"Welcome, Supergirl. I've been expecting you," the young woman said.
"In fact, I was beginning to think you'd never show!" She held up a long,
shining gun and with a malevolent smile on her face aimed it at Supergirl.

"Not you too!" Supergirl sighed. "Don't you bad guys ever learn!" The
woman fired and the bullet bounced off the knuckle below Supergirl's
pinkie. "What was that, a woman's touch? The men always go for the
breast," Supergirl cracked.

"We'll be paying more attention to your breasts later, Supergirl." The
woman tossed the gun away and smiled. "I am Leila, and it's time for you
to bow down to me." She stepped closer to Supergirl and slipped off her
sandals, still standing three inches taller than the Maiden of Might.
"You will kiss my foot, Supergirl. You will call me Mistress Leila from
now on and you will take orders from me, just like everyone else here
does, just as everyone else in the rest of the world soon will!"

Supergirl laughed. "I don't think so, Leila. I've heard that one
before. I've taken care of your whole gang already. Now it's just you
and me, and, if you don't mind my saying so, if you compare you and me,
one-on-one, supergirl vs. human, I think my odds are just a bit better
than yours."

"Such an impudent and foolish little girl," Leila said, smiling, looking
down at her foe. She looked hard at Supergirl and her body. Her eyebrows
rose and her smile grew broader. "Well! Already! You have so
underestimated me, Supergirl, and that was a fatal mistake. I am no older
than you; yet look what I have achieved already, on my own, without aid of
super-powers! Soon you will see all that I am capable of. But, no reason
to bore you with my talk. You will see for yourself soon enough. Right
now, in fact!" She reached out and slapped Supergirl's face, hard.

"Owww!" Supergirl said, surprised. Her pale skin quickly reddened where
Leila had hit her and she put her hand on her skin. "What the --

"What indeed!" Leila interrupted her and grinned. "Maybe the odds have
changed!" She hit Supergirl again on the other side of her face, and
Supergirl uttered a sharp cry of pain.

"B-b-but ... my invulnerability!" Supergirl paused for a moment. "That
flash! But no! The bullet just bounced off me when you shot the gun!"

"Oh, what a terribly smart foe I have," Leila said, laughing. She
continued in a sing-song voice. "She's using logic! The bullet bounced
off me. Therefore I was still invulnerable after the flash of light.
Therefore, the weapon could not have taken away my invulnerability.
Therefore ...."

"Shut up, Leila." Supergirl grabbed Leila's wrists. "Mock me all you
like! You're coming with me." She began marching her toward the
warehouse door.

Leila walked along, not resisting. "And what, Supergirl, if I choose not
to? What if I fight back? What will you do then, if you're not
invulnerable? Doesn't that worry you?"

"Whatever may have happened, temporarily, to my invulnerability -- and I
WILL solve THAT problem -- I still have my super-strength and you'd be
fool to test that! I'm not afraid to use it."

"Ah yes, your super-strength!" Leila stopped walking and began resisting
Supergirl, her well-toned arms and legs straining as hard as they could
against Supergirl's pull. Leila's arms trembled, her muscles tensed and
showed the full size of her feminine biceps, which were considerably
larger than Supergirl's though quite a lot smaller than the goon Supergirl
had defeated earlier. Small beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and
Leila moaned in her contralto voice from the effort of opposing
Supergirl's strength, but she was clearly no match for Supergirl, who had
more than mere muscle power at play. The Maiden of Might smiled softly,
calmly, and continued to pull Leila along. Finally, accepting the
futility of her struggle, Leila gave up.

"So you see, Leila. It's hopeless for you," Supergirl smirked. "Human
strength is nothing compared to my Kryptonian power."

"Yes," Leila nodded. "I guess ... you're right," she said, her breath
short, her face flushed from the struggle. "But Supergirl ... how
strange." Her eyes dropped down and then met Supergirl's. "What's
happening to you? To your breasts, that is." She smiled slightly. "I
hope you don't mind my saying this -- you don't like drawing attention to
your breasts, do you? -- but, one woman to another, I think they look a
bit ... droopy. I wonder if, perhaps, you should be using a bra with more
support."

Supergirl stared at her in disbelief. "A bra with more -- that's
ridiculous. I don't need a bra! I'm super, and so are my breasts, thank
you very much!" Nevertheless, Supergirl was feeling something strange in
her body, a kind of heaviness. She looked down at her chest and stopped
dead, overcome by surprise and then growing horror. Her breasts had
always stood out on her chest, thrusted out in fact, in complete disregard
of gravity or of the pressure her costume or any fabric might place on
them. But now they were slowly dropping lower and compressing, their
appearance changing from a bold, ravishing 34-DD to a smaller, compressed
34-C, and with each passing second they sat lower and lower on her chest.
Even her nipples, previously pointing like bullets through her top, were
flattening and soon disappeared, invisible inside her costume.

"Yes, how very strange, Supergirl. I've never seen such a thing before.
What do you think could be causing THAT?"

Supergirl dropped her hold on Leila. "I ... I don't know ... I ..." She
shook her head and tried to use her powers of muscle control to will her
breasts back into shape, but she felt constrained, as though she were
tensing her muscles to no effect, as though the forces pressing inward
against her were too much for her to overcome. Her whole body felt
different, little threads of weariness streaked through her, forcing her
to shift position slightly. Her arms ached from holding them up and she
lowered her hands to her sides and at the same time she became conscious
of her neck, protesting from the rigid position she held while staring up
at Leila. And then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something that
made her heart stop. Leila's already large bosom seemed to be growing
right before her eyes, pushing both outwards and higher. Very quickly, the
creamy flesh of the upper part of Leila's breasts was rising upwards
through her top, the dramatic cleavage revealing itself and becoming
deeper with each passing second, while the front of her bosom extended
closer and closer to Supergirl. And as Leila's breasts expanded, an odd
high-pitched sound of something straining under great stress became
audible to Supergirl, just barely, the sound echoing eerily through the
cavernous warehouse. The sounds were coming from Leila! Supergirl
listened carefully, trying to piece the facts together.

Meanwhile Leila was purring softly. She reached behind her, slipping her
fingers underneath her top, the motion itself bumping her bosom almost
into Supergirl's neck. Almost too quickly, the snapback of flexible
fabric resounded through the building and Leila was pulling her bra out
from inside her top. The strap was in several pieces, cut cleanly as if
by a small, sharp knife. Or a very sharp fingernail. She threw it aside
and happily cupped her breasts. Her smile grew and she moaned slightly
until, remembering where she was and who was with her, she reluctantly
lowered her hands, leaving the outlines of her upturned breasts starkly
visible against her top, her erect nipples pushing out like bullets. She
looked down at Supergirl and a tight smile formed on her lips.

"Don't you GET it, Supergirl?" Leila said through her teeth, her mouth
barely open. She put her hands on her hips and thrust her chest forward,
bumping her bosom against Supergirl, who stepped backwards, moving away
slightly from Leila. Somehow, to Supergirl, Leila looked even taller than
before, as though she were holding herself more erect. Or was Supergirl
slouching slightly? "You're such a little girl," Leila continued. "You
know that, don't you! You're no threat to me. Why do I think so? Is it
just your smallish, sagging tits that tell me you're not the girl you used
to be? Or maybe it's more than that." Leila cocked her head. "Your
heart is pounding, Supergirl. What's the matter? Feeling anxious? That
you're not quite up to your game anymore? How do I know that, Supergirl?
Is there a little color in your pale face? Do things sound different to
you? Is the world getting just a bit ... quiet?"

Supergirl whirled around and put her hands around her ears.

"You're listening very carefully," Leila whispered and then her voice
slowly rising, "What do you hear, Supergirl? Or should I say, what don't
you hear? The rumbling of the heating plant here? The breathing of those
men you knocked out? The chirps of the birds outside? The beating of
your own heart? Ka-blub. Ka-blub. Ka-blub. Ka-blub. Can't you hear
it, Supergirl? It's so clear to me. Ka-blub. Ka-blub. Ka-blub. Ka-
blub."

"STOP IT!" Supergirl shouted, turned abruptly and slapped Leila hard in
the face, only to cry out "OWWWWWW!" in pain, looking down incredulously
at her hand, her fingers red and stinging while Leila stood in place,
unharmed, her head not turning even a millimeter.

"Oh my! THAT'S not supposed to happen when SUPERGIRL uses ALL her
Kryptonian strength to hit a human, a MERE human!" Leila put her hands on
her hips and laughed uproariously. "HA-HA-HA-HA!! Or should I say, all
the strength of a small, human, soft-muscled girl!"

"No!" Supergirl seized Leila by the shoulders and tried to lift her, but
her small fingers merely pressed back slightly against her. Her feminine
muscles tensed slightly, invisibly beneath her costume, as her face
reddened with the effort of trying to lift the larger Leila, who laughed
at Supergirl's high-pitched grunt of astonishment and frustration.
"What's WRONG with me?" Supergirl cried out, her eyes welling up with
tears.

She stepped back, moving away from Leila. But Leila stayed right with
her and gathered the material of Supergirl's costume in her hand and
lifted her into the air. "What a little lightweight YOU are, a superhero-
lite, I'd say!" Leila extended her hand so that Supergirl's weight was
supported only by her fingers, then, one by one, removed each finger until
she held Supergirl up with just her one small pinkie, while Supergirl's
whirling arms impacted futilely and painfully against Leila's arm. "Oh
yes! Keep it up! Harder, Supergirl, harder! Try to use ALL your
strength, or ARE you ALREADY? Is THAT REALLY as hard as you can hit me?
Oh my! What were you saying about your Kryptonian power being nothing
compared to my merely human strength? You were absolutely RIGHT,
Supergirl. It IS nothing! Your dainty little fists are going 'ti-ti-ti-
ti-ti-ti' against my skin, like a little bird's wings. Can you SENSE just
how weak you are, Supergirl? Do you FEEL it inside? Can you TELL that
your teeny little punches are doing NOTHING to hurt me?!"

"NO!" Supergirl cried out. "Let me go! Let me go!" Her hands were
hurting so badly. Only her lack of strength was saving her from broken
bones. Her LACK of strength! She had to get away, had to get free of
this witch before she somehow absorbed more of her powers. Seeing she was
merely suspended from Leila's finger, she exercised her flying power and
soared out of Leila's reach toward the place where the four-story ceiling
of the building met the wall.

"Wait, Supergirl!" Leila warned, her voice suddenly booming. "Before you
try to crash through to run away, how do you think it will feel without
your invulnerable body? Hmmm?" Supergirl stopped just short of the wall
and stayed up in the air, away from Leila. "You may have forgotten, but
merely human bodies don't react well when crashing into concrete walls."

Supergirl shouted back, "I don't know what you're doing, what your weapon
has done to me, but I'll get out of here, and when I do ...

Leila walked underneath Supergirl and jumped, her super-powered leg
muscles propelling her halfway up to Supergirl the first time, three-
quarters of the way the second time as she gauged the distance. "No need
to run away, Supergirl, to solve THAT little mystery. I'll be happy to
explain everything to you. All you needed to do was ask." Supergirl sped
to the opposite side of the room to avoid Leila and they played cat and
mouse until Leila stayed on the ground looking up at Supergirl. "That's
all right, Supergirl. Just wanted to be sure you used both your flying
power and your super-speed. Enjoy them while you can! I can talk to you
from down here just as easily. It's all quite simple. I've studied you
and your cousin, Superman, for some time. By now I am sure I know more
about the origins of your super-powers than you do. You see, each
Kryptonian body has a unique interaction with the radiation produced by a
yellow sun. Much as a plant uses chlorophyll to produce energy from
light, your body creates a particular energy field that enables your
body's DNA to use the energy to fuel your super-powers. Before you
arrived, I had programmed the weapon with my own DNA sequences. That white
flash you saw was the second step, which duplicated the emissions of the
yellow sun, detected the precise power signature your body creates to draw
on the sun's radiation and translated that information using a matrix
mapped to my own DNA. I quickly irradiated my body with Kryptonitic
radiation to enable my body to create the same energy field from a yellow
sun that your body creates. That would not be enough for me to use super-
powers, because my body, lacking your Kryptonian biology, cannot use the
energy produced by the energy field. To change that, I needed you to use
your powers. The purple beam that hit you created a temporary
hyperstatial linkage between our bodies and thanks to that each time you
use one of your superpowers, your body has 'trains' mine to show it how to
apply the energy to create that super-power in me. Unfortunately for you,
one of the side effects of 'training' my energy field through the
hyperstatial linkage is to change the application matrix of the energy
fields in your body too to match my DNA." Leila stopped for a moment and
took in Supergirl's blank look. "Is this all over your head, Supergirl?
Let me put it more plainly. As my body learns how to apply the power of
the yellow sun, your circuits are breaking, one by one. You're creating
the energy you need for your superpowers but you can no longer use it.
You --

Suddenly, Supergirl started falling, faster and faster. She screamed in
terror, but just before she would have hit the concrete floor, Leila flew
up to catch her. They hovered with Supergirl's head inches above the
ground, "Ha-ha! Looks like you've taught me how to fly, Supergirl.
Better get used to the fact that you won't be flying anywhere again, at
least not on your own power!" Leila practiced loops around the warehouse
holding the helpless Supergirl in her arms, while the terrified girl clung
to her with all her remaining strength. Suddenly Leila's speed increased
a thousand times and they crashed through the warehouse wall, Leila
twisting at the last instant so that her invulnerable shoulder protected
Supergirl from the impact. They hurtled halfway across the country and
back to the warehouse before Leila set Supergirl down, next to the weapon.
Leila stood beside her, her arms crossed across her mighty chest and
laughed at the shaking, flat-chested girl, whose facial skin was reddened
and blistered and blond hair was now tangled crazily in knots from the
winds of their trans-continental journey. "You look so funny, Supergirl!
If only you could see yourself! Wait!" She disappeared and in a moment
and returned with a full-length mirror. She held it in front of her foe.
"Look what you've become. And we haven't even had our FIGHT yet!"

Supergirl stared at her reflection in the mirror, at the image of a wild,
damaged girl whose narrow chest and thin arms brought home just how
ordinary she now was. "No! This can't be happening! You CAN'T have my
powers!" she cried out in anguish. Supergirl grabbed Leila's shoulders and
tried to shake her, push her, lift her and then put her hands around her
neck to choke her. Leila stood there, laughing at Supergirl's
helplessness, the futility of her efforts.

"How weak you are, Supergirl. Such a strange sensation, feeling my skin
resist your attempts to compress it, my muscles using such a tiny fraction
of their strength to resist your greatest effort! There's nothing you can
do to me now, Supergirl. You're completely at my mercy. How many powers
do you have left to try to destroy my weapon before it gives me the last
few powers you have? Think hard, Supergirl! What will you do now? Oh!
You must have been using your so-called super-intelligence? Mine now!"

Supergirl's mouth dropped open in horror. Her total recall memory was
fading already! How could she be so foolish! In desperation Supergirl
aimed a furious blast of heat vision at the weapon.

"Ooooh, nice try! But I knew all about lead lining, sweetie! Yes, all
I've done is once again tricked you into using another power. I don't
need the weapon to finish taking your powers. The link will continue to
exist between us until I terminate it."


Supergirl stamped her feet on the floor, feeling the hard concrete up
through her toes all the way to her hip. Owww! "You won't get away with
this!" she said, bravely. "Once Superman is back --

"Oh yes, Superman. Isn't he on some intergalactic mission somewhere?
Perhaps he's already on his way home to rescue you?" Supergirl looked up
in the sky, then closed her eyes, remembering at the last second not to
use her telescopic vision, lest Leila take that power too. "Oh, a pity!
All too late you've learned not to use your powers. But what good are
they then. It makes you more helpless than ever, and if you're not going
to give me anything else, then there's really no reason to keep you alive,
is there?"

She lifted Supergirl so that the two girls were face-to-face, while the
slender blonde's feet dangled in the air. Supergirl struggled to get free
but Leila's strength, the super-strength of Super-Leila now, was
overwhelming. Tears of frustration rolled down Supergirl's cheeks. There
was nothing she could do now, except die. Only that would keep the last
few powers she had left from Leila's evil grasp. "Superman will defeat
you! Just you wait until he returns," she said fervently, taking solace
in her belief of her cousin's ultimate victory.

"Oh, I doubt it. By my calculations I'm already half again as strong as
he is, due to his repeated exposures to kryptonite and my own greater
fitness. After all, I've been working out for years, while he's relied on
his powers for his strength since he was a baby. Anyway, what makes you
think he won't fall for the same trick you did? He's no smarter than you
are -- bull-headedness, arrogance and overconfidence run in the family,
Supergirl, despite this over-rated super-intelligence of yours, which
seems to me to be nothing more impressive than having a faster processor
in a computer. My younger twin sister Lacey, who helped me by operating
the weapon, will be standing by to take his powers away. Then the two of
us will rule the world together. Yes, and perhaps the universe too, once
we learn how to steal the powers of the other super-heroes. Come out,
Lacey. Say hello to Supergirl -- before I kill her."

Supergirl shook her head. "Your plan will never work, Leila. He's more
experienced than I am. He won't fall for it! Lacey will never have the
super-powers you have! She'll just have to take orders from you for the
rest of her life."

Leila laughed. "She would anyway, Supergirl. She IS my baby sister after
all. She always does what she's told. Right, Lacey? LAY-CEE!"
Supergirl felt Leila's grip tighten, like she was getting angry. "Lacey!
I'm calling you!"

"Sorry. Just a minute, sis!" said a voice much like Leila's, but
quieter.

Leila's grip tightened. Supergirl felt the hard tips of Leila's nipples
push into her chest like bullets and shifted uncomfortably, but Leila held
her even more firmly. "Look what I can do, Supergirl. That little trick
you always did, except I'm not using it to distract you. I'm going to
KILL you with my nipples! Auuuggh! What's THAT?" A bright light had
filled the warehouse for an instant, and a spark whirled from Leila to
Supergirl and back to the weapon. Supergirl hit at Leila, and the
startled villain dropped her, but recovered immediately. She ignored
Supergirl, flying toward the weapon instead. "Lacey! Where ARE YOU!"
Leila roared as sparks erupted from the weapon and flames engulfed it.
"NO!" Leila quickly blew the flames out and darted around it with super-
speed. She emerged holding Lacey in her hand. "Who would have ever
imagined that YOU would betray me!"

Lacey twisted helplessly. "You're so bossy! You KNOW I HATE you! I've
ALWAYS hated you. OWWW!"

"You've left me no choice, Lacey. The only way to preserve my powers is
to kill you before ... NO-O-O-O!" Leila dropped Lacey, who had suddenly
become too heavy for Leila to carry. Leila slapped her sister with all
her remaining strength. The sound of her wrist cracking resounded through
the warehouse. "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" she said, crying. "I CAN'T lose
my powers to you! Not to my baby sister! I haven't even had them for
fifteen minutes!"

"Life's tough, sis!" Lacey said softly, rising in the air with Leila in
her arms. "Yes, how I've hated you!" she said, in an even softer voice
inaudible to everyone but her sister, and quickly gained her super-
hearing. Lacey smiled. "And now I've got your super-intelligence too.
You can't help listening or thinking, can you, sis? Maybe I won't get X-
ray vision from you, but I've already taken from you the powers that
matter most: strength, flying, speed, invulnerability and intelligence."
She dropped Leila off on the ground.

Supergirl was hiding behind a pile of stacked crates but now emerged.
"Thank heavens you've stopped her!" she said gratefully.

Lacey smiled at Supergirl. "Yes! You have no idea how awful it would
have been. You don't know her the way I do." She looked over at Leila
and crossed her arms in front of her bosom, which was as large as her
sister's but was still encased in an industrial, heavy duty bra whose
outline was visible beneath a black blouse neatly tucked into her beige
skirt. She looked over at the weapon. "Thank goodness it's destroyed. I
had more to do with building it than Leila, and I'll make sure the records
are shredded so that she can't make another one."

Supergirl nodded. "I'm glad you understand the threat. But ..."
Supergirl paused awkwardly. "If the machine is destroyed how, um, how
will I get my powers back?"

"Fat chance of THAT!" Leila snorted.

"Shut UP!" Lacey snarled angrily. She composed herself and turned to
Supergirl. "Yes, I've thought of that," she said, resuming her gentle
voice. "We're still all connected in the hyperstatial link, which I now
control, since the weapon was last programmed for my DNA. Even though the
weapon is destroyed, it will simply be a matter of inverting the frequency
of the link, which goes to my hypothalamus gland and my sister's, and to
an equivalent organ of yours. I should be able to do it with the bodily
control I now have."

"She's lying, Supergirl. She won't do anything to help you! She's just
like me. Worse, because she's a sneak and a traitor!"

Lacey shook her head. "I apologize for my sister. She's always been
this way." Lacey sighed. "Thanks to having your super-powers, this is
the first time in my life I've ever felt like I could go against her.
Having them makes me feel so ... safe. It ... it'll be hard to let them
go, to lose your powers and have things go back to the way they were
before. Leila's always dominated me. I ... I've never been able to stand
up to her before." She sniffled and looked back at the angry Leila, whose
face was contorted in fury and whose large, well-trained biceps were
clenched hard. "Even though we're twins, she's always been much stronger
than me, as you can see from her muscles. I've always been more into
books and music. And science, of course. I'm ashamed that I've used my
knowledge for ... evil, to help create this weapon that gave your powers
to her but ... I felt like I had no choice. I've always been so afraid of
her."

Supergirl went up to Lacey and put her arm around her, having to reach up
to do it. "It doesn't have to be that way, Lacey. Leila will be going to
prison for a long time. And I'll do everything I can to help you.
Superman will too! Leila's muscles can't do anything against our powers."

Lacey blinked several times, but a tear still ran down her cheek. "I
know. Thanks, Supergirl. It means a lot to me -- your support. It
really does. I mean, even though I'm partly responsible for this weapon.
You're having faith in me ... it means a hell of a lot. I'll ... I'll do
it now." She closed her eyes, concentrating. Her brow furrowed. "Um, I
can't do it, not while you still have some of your powers. It's ... it's
hard to explain. How do I ... it's like, like I can't reverse the valve
to move your powers in the opposite direction until the reservoir on your
end is empty. It's like, um, like the valve won't move. Do you
understand what I mean?"

"I think so. Well, I don't have much in the way of powers left.
Telescopic vision is the only one." She looked up at the ceiling, using
it try to find her cousin across the galaxy. "Hmmmph, doesn't quite work
the same without my X-ray vision. All I see is the ceiling." She
strained her eyes. "Oh! Now that's gone too."

Lacey looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah. I have it now. I see what you
mean. Leila's still hogging that one, the X-ray vision. So until she
uses it, she keeps it."

"Not much good to her then, is it?" Supergirl said, looking at Leila in a
superior way.

"No, but she's selfish and spiteful that way. She'll hold onto the power
just so you can't have it." Lacey thought a moment. "So you understand
that when I transfer your powers back to you I'll have to terminate the
link, and you won't get your X-ray vision. Unless you want to wait in
case Leila makes a mistake and uses it." She leaned over and whispered to
Supergirl, "But I think there's some risk to you -- to both of us -- if we
keep the link open. There's still a way for her to reverse it and take
the powers back from me. Though I doubt she would know how."

"Yeah, yeah. You two just go on talking as if I'm not here. We'll see
who gets the last laugh," Leila said crossly. "I can't believe it," she
muttered. "My own goody-goody sister and Supergirl teaming up against me.
My own twin, undoing all my years of hard work! When we could have had it
all on a silver platter!"

Supergirl looked at Leila, angry and threatening, holding back only
because of Lacey's protection. "I think you're right. Let's do it now.
I'll have to deal with Leila's having my X-ray vision another day, another
way."

"OK. It shouldn't take long." She closed her eyes, then opened them.
"Oh, one more thing. I'll need your help to close the link when we're
done. It's more complicated than before, because there are three of us
linked, so I can't do it alone. That way, there's no way my sister will
be able to use the link to get your powers back from you again." She
looked at Leila sideways with a glance.

"DAMN you, Lacey!" Leila jumped up to attack her, sweeping the powerless
Supergirl out of the way with one strong arm, but Lacey stymied her easily
and immediately. She lifted Leila overhead and threw her across the
floor. Leila managed a martial arts-style roll and came to her feet
glaring at her sister.

"What do I do?" asked Supergirl, looking nervously at Leila, who had just
proved herself so much stronger than she was, even without super-strength.
Supergirl wouldn't feel secure until her powers were back.

"It's hard to describe. You'll feel something flowing into you at some
point in the process. Once that stops, you'll need to cut yourself off
from it. Think about closing a door against a flood and you'll be able to
figure it out. It'll take a few minutes before your powers start working
again, so just be patient.

"It sounds hard but I think I'll manage." She looked up at Lacey. "I
just have to thank you. I know abuse in the family can lead you to do
things you wouldn't otherwise do but you're showing a real strength of
character here in giving me back my powers. I pledge to you in return
that from now on we'll make sure you're safe AND free!"

"It's the right thing for me to do. I know that, and feeling free of
Leila's dominating influence I feel like I can act on it too. But I won't
keep your powers from you one second longer than I have to. They're yours
after all, not mine. Let's go." She closed her eyes and concentrated.

Supergirl closed her eyes too. "Yes, I see what you mean. I feel it.
That must be my powers coming back!" she said excitedly. "OK. It's
stopping. I'm ... cutting myself off from the link, I think."

"Yes, Supergirl, you're doing it. Keep going," Lacey said.

"I did it!" Supergirl breathed a huge sigh of relief. She ran up to
Lacey and hugged her. "I don't know how to thank you for what you've
done."

Lacey looked down at her. "You don't have to thank me, Supergirl. It
was nothing, really."

Supergirl shook her head. "No, it took real courage. Moral courage."
She still stood next to Lacey and looked nervously at Leila, who was still
glaring at her. "I, uh, still don't seem to be able to use my powers.
Just when, uh, do you think I have them again?"

There was an odd, high-pitched sound coming from Lacey. Her bosom was
expanding rapidly toward Supergirl, stretching her underwire bra, rising
and becoming fuller. Her nipples pushed the bra outwards even more and
then burst through it and the blouse, pointing like bullets directly at
Supergirl.

Lacey licked her lips and smiled for the first time, showing her teeth.
"How about ... never?"

Supergirl stared at her, a cold dread sweeping through her body.

"I TOLD you, Supergirl! All she did was fool you into closing the link,
sealing off any chance you'd have to get your powers back," Leila said,
spitefully, waltzing up to them. She looked over at Lacey and said,
smugly, "Isn't my sister a perfect bitch?"

"Shut UP, sis!" Lacey said and backhanded Leila, who flew across the
warehouse and hit the wall, her body splattering in all directions.
"Whooops!" she said. "Guess I don't know my own strength!" She turned to
Supergirl, still grinning.

"Y-you just killed your own sister! Wh-what are you going to do to ME?"
Supergirl said, her teeth chattering with fear.

"Yes, she knew too much about the weapon. And you, well, Supergirl, you
don't really figure in my plans. You're just an ordinary girl. You have
nothing left to give me. But before I deal with you, I must repair and
modify the weapon -- MY weapon now!" Lacey said, moving at super-speed.
"There! Now it will support the transfer of multiple energy fields, all
tuned to my DNA, all of which will work together to increase MY power.
Exponentially." She looked at Supergirl. "You know what that word means,
Kara?" Supergirl stared at her, her alarmed expression evident. "Ah, you
do! And soon Superman will find out too." She grabbed Supergirl in her
arms and flew straight upwards, crashing through the ceiling. "How LOVELY
to fly! You'd miss it so, wouldn't you?"

"I-I...."

"Well, I'll give you one last chance -- to enjoy it!" Lacey looked into
the sky. "Oh, here he comes now, with the X-ray vision I'm missing and
all his other powers to multiply my own! Shame you'll have to rush off so
quickly that you won't be able to warn him." She reached back and shot
Supergirl through the air flying faster than a speeding bullet, albeit not
under her own power.

At the same time, Superman, returning from his successful mission, was
flying toward Metropolis. He had been searching unsuccessfully for
Supergirl (hidden from his super-vision within the lead-lined warehouse
until just a moment ago) and now saw her rocketing in the air past him.
He thought momentarily about flying alongside her to ask where she was
going, but, recalling her annoyance when he wouldn't "let" her finish her
own missions by herself, decided instead to continue home. There would be
plenty of time to catch up with her later, to tell her about his
adventures and find out whether the police had caught the West Side Gang
or if Supergirl had to help. He looked back at Metropolis. "That's
strange," he thought. "A woman ... flying above that warehouse. Better
investigate."
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