VENUS:

Venus in Statu Nascendi

by Bigby Wolfe

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Superman came from Krypton. The Hulk had the gamma bomb. Captain America took the super-soldier serum. Spider-Man was bitten by a radioactive spider.

Alexandra Aquila was given superpowers by an orgasm.

It wasn't just a normal orgasm, though. A regular orgasm would have merely given Alexa (as she liked her friends and family to call her) pleasure. A good amount of pleasure, actually, since she hadn't received an orgasm in a while. However, this orgasm was something special.

Alexa was in her third quarter as a junior at UCLA and her last sexual experience (which had also been her first) had been as a senior in high school – and her partner had subsequently moved to an out of state college, so any relationship there was impossible. In fact, she had only had sex with him because she knew it would be the last chance she got.

Alexa wasn't exactly beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either. She would have been described as a "plain Jane" if that term was still used, but even plain Janes can get laid every once in a while. Alexa, however, concentrated more on her schoolwork and eventually found that it was easier not to have sex than it was to have sex. She had experimented with masturbation at one point, but found that it was too easy for her roommate to walk in on her.

Tonight, she was reading a book for her Mythology class. She had always been interested in the stories of other cultures' gods and heroes. The fall of Troy, the founding of Rome, even Norse mythology, especially Ragnarok. She usually fell asleep reading a book about one of the Greek or Roman pantheon.

Not tonight. Tonight was different. For one thing, unknown to Alexa, there was a battle going on several galaxies away that rivaled any battle in any mythology she read about.

The Thugndh-moa army was battling the Illuminated Marquessa in the Memories, a heroine for the Uirgonau people. The King of Elegance and Blood, the Thugndh-moa's own hero, had constructed a device very similar to the Orgasmatron from the Electric Barbarella movie. The device was designed to cause such an intense orgasm in a person that their body overloads and dies. The King of Elegance and Blood aimed the weapon at the Illuminated Marquessa and fired. She managed to deflect the energy blast with her mirrored wristband and then she proceeded to kick the King's ass.

The energy from the device, however, was still going. The particular gravitational properties of that solar system caused the energy not to dissipate, but to travel faster and it soon passed the border of the solar system and went out into the galaxy.

It traversed two more galaxies before it came to the Milky Way. It might have been sheer coincidence or it might have been fate or Gods or the gods, but the energy was aimed right at Earth and, in fact, right at Alexandra Aquila.

Alexa was lying in her bed reading when the energy hit her. It felt at first like a small tingling in her fingers and toes and then spread inward. She thought nothing of it until it reached its destination: her vagina. That was when the orgasm happened.

In normal time, the orgasm lasted seventeen seconds. For Alexa, it seemed to last years. The tingling had built up until it seemed to be on the cusp of climaxing and it seemed as if an electric shock had gone through her body. Her buttocks tightened and her pelvis thrust up involuntarily as the first wave of pleasure hit her. It was soon followed by another wave and another. She dropped her book as another wave hit her and she closed her eyes and moaned. Another wave and she gripped the sheet with her hands and gasped. Another wave and she convulsed again, as if she was having a pleasure seizure. Then there was another wave and another and another...

In seventeen seconds, a wave of pleasure hit her every .04 seconds. Over 425 waves, the pleasure dissipated and Alexa fell back on her bed, spent and exhausted, and fell asleep.

Perhaps the King of Elegance and Blood had miscalculated or perhaps the energy had changed in its course to Earth, but it did not kill Alexa. In fact, as the pleasure coursed through her body, it changed her genetic structure so that she would be able to withstand that much pleasure and as she fell asleep, the changes began to take effect.

Her body, five feet and four inches, lengthened until it was almost six feet. Where Alexa had fat (mainly leftover from the freshman fifteen), it was changed into muscle. Her legs filled out and became shapely and her hips widened as her but was sculpted into perfection. Her stomach flattened and outlines of muscles showed through as her arms became strong and sexy. Her breasts, as an erogenous zone, received a larger modification than the rest of her body: they grew upward and outward, stretching Alexa's old t-shirt until it almost ripped in half. Then another growth spurt made it so her shirt did rip in half and her breasts, perfectly formed watermelons with nipples the size of erasers, spilled out.

The energy also changed other things that had nothing to do with Alexa's pleasure. It had somehow be able to see what Alexa wanted to change about her body and did so – her hair darkened so that she was a dusky brunette, her face subtly shifted so that she looked like a supermodel, and her mountainous breasts, already way beyond the size she wished them to be, grew even larger.

Alexa noticed none of this, since she was fast asleep. The orgasm had taken a lot out of her and she slept for twelve hours straight. Luckily, it was a Friday and her roommate had gone home for the weekend.

Alexa woke up Saturday morning feeling rejuvenated. She vaguely remembered something that happened to her the previous night, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was. Getting out of bed, she noticed that the front of her chest seemed to be jiggling a lot more than it used to. She shook her head to wake herself up and her chest shook as well. She rubbed her eyes and looked into the mirror. A huge-breasted, raven-haired goddess stared back at her.

"I must still be dreaming," she said. She walked toward the mirror and experimentally touched her right breasts. There was a tingle of pleasure that increased when she touched it again. "Whoa. If this is a dream, it's probably the best dream I've had in my entire life." She continued touching her breast and started to rub it, which increased the pleasure from a tingle to a flow. She moaned and said, "I know this dream can't last, but I sure don't want it to end." She continued rubbing and then reached out to feel her nipple, which resulted in a quick and moan-inducing orgasm. "I hope my sheets are okay when I wake up," she said. "I'd hate to have to wash them today.

"Wait, why am I talking about washing my sheets when I have a drop dead gorgeous body?" she asked herself. She reached forward with both hands and messaged her breasts (or at least the parts that her hands could touch, since there was so much of them) until she came several more times. "Whew," she said. "That'll never stop being fun. Tiring, but fun. Maybe I should explore this dreamworld some more."

With that, she opened her the door to her doom and looked out at the regular dorm hallway and knew right then that this wasn't a dream. Besides feeling real, that was the hallway she had walked down many times and she knew that if this was a dream, it would have been different something. The perspective, the color (Aren't dreams supposed to be in black and white, too? she thought), anything, but everything was the same as in real life.

She immediately closed the door. "This can't be real," she said. "This can't be real, but this isn't a dream. This isn't a dream, so it has to be real, but it can't be real." The paradox seemed to short out her thought process. She looked into the mirror again and felt her breast again and felt another tingle of pleasure. "This is real," she said. "Holy crap, this is real."

Absentmindedly rubbing her breast, she said, "Okay, I need to find out how something which would clearly be impossible happened. To do that I need to go outside and to do that, I need to find something clothes that fit. Crap." She gasped then, because her hand had accidentally rubbed against her nipple and she had come. "And I need to stop doing that if I want to function," she said.

The biggest thing in her closet was a sweatshirt that barely seemed to cover her breasts and used up so much material doing so that the bottom of the sweatshirt was above her belly button. She marveled at her new abs, which looked like she had done sit ups for six months and then went to put on a pair of pants. Only an old pair of jeans fit her new hips and they clung to her like they were painted on. "These'll have to do," she said. "My first order of business has to be buying some new clothes."

Alexa found that walking down the street was very different with her new look. For one thing, walking itself with different; her hips swayed from side to side and she had a little trouble not toppling over from the new weight on her chest. Soon, though, she found it easier to walk.

At the bus stop, however, she encountered something else that almost made her lose her courage: the men (and even the women) at the bus stop were staring at her. Or, more specifically, one part of her. Alexa was naturally shy and so she tried to avoid looking at the gawkers, but found it hard to look someplace where someone wasn't staring at her. She seemed to have attracted quite a crowd.

On the bus, it was the same thing. People sat and stared, though nobody dared sit down next to her. There was an old lady in the back row knitting (Isn't there always an old lady knitting? Alexa thought) that shook her head when she saw Alexa, like she disapproved of her.

Finally, Alexa decided that she would rather walk to the department store than withstand more of their stares, so she reached up to pull the cord. Unfortunately, at that moment, the bus driver had decided to stop himself and the inertia bumped Alexa forward and made her breasts jump, which in turn made her sweater pull up, exposing part of the underside of her breasts. This meant that even those who hadn't been looking at her now craned their heads and turned in their seats so they could catch a glimpse of her gargantuan globes. Embarrassed, Alexa stood up and rushed out of the bus, nervously pulling the sweater down, trying to diminish her breasts and failing utterly.

Finally, after walking five more blocks, she reached the department store. Inside, she looked around, trying to find some indication of where there would be something that would fit her.

"Can I help you?" one of the department store's workers said to her. The worker was an attractive redhead in her early twenties with a name tag that said 'Michelle.'

"Uh, yeah," Alexa said. "I'm looking for some shirts that could fit me. Do you have anything in my size?"

Michelle gave her the once over with what Alexa always referred to as "elevator eyes" and said, "I'm...not quite sure. I'll have to measure you, if that's okay."

"Oh," Alexa said. "No, no, that's fine."

Michelle led her to a dressing room and pulled out a tape measure. "Could you...take your top off please?" Michelle asked nervously.

"Sure," Alexa said just as nervously. She slowly pulled her sweater over her head and put it on the chair in the dressing room.

"Wow," Michelle said. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not used to doing this sort of thing. I've only worked here a month and...well, all the fittings I've done are nothing compared to...I mean..."

"I know. It's okay," Alexa said. "This is kinda new to me, too."

Michelle relaxed. "Thanks," she said. "I'm just going to take your band size measurement now." She wrapped the measuring tape around Alexa's ribcage and Alexa shivered against the coldness of the tape. She saw that her nipples were sticking out now as a response to the cold and hoped that they didn't cause her any trouble. "Thirty-two inches," Michelle said. "That makes the band size a thirty-six. Okay, I'm going to measure the cup size now."

And so the tape measure was wrapped around the place where her breasts stuck out the most. Her nipples responded like they did last time and grew as she sucked in her breath to try and keep from gasping. She could hear Michelle's breath on her back and it was making her horny. "Um, it's forty-six. That's...that's big."

"How big?" Alexa said as she turned around. Michelle narrowly avoided getting hit by the breasts she had just been measuring and her eyes became locked on them, as if she was a deer in a pair of massively large headlights.

"They would be...a J cup," Michelle said. Her eyes looked hungry. "I don't...I don't know if we have anything in that size. I...I will...have to ask my...manager."

Alexa felt it too. The heat was building, the tingling sensation had returned, and she felt that if Michelle didn't touch her breasts soon, she would explode. So Alexa reached out her hand and grabbed Michele and brought it up to her magnificent mounds. The measuring tape dropped, all measurements forgotten.

"Oh god," Michelle said. Now both hands with holding onto a breast and they eagerly rubbed them. Alexa closed her eyes and felt that waves of pleasure building up.

"Can...can I?" Michelle asked and Alexa knew exactly what she meant and nodded. Michelle dove in eagerly, her mouth and tongue expertly licking and sucking every inch of Alexa's nipple. This felt as if a spike of pure pleasure was driven into Alexa's brain and she moaned. She gave no thought to if anybody could hear her, only that she was feeling that best sensation she had ever felt. And she was going to make it last.

After thirty minutes of sucking, licking, kissing, and a brief foray into cunnilingus, both Alexa and Michelle were covered in sweat. Michelle especially looked worn out, though Alexa still felt energetic. She didn't know what happened to her, but so far it was fabulous.

"I don't...I mean...I've never..." Michelle said.

"Me, too," Alexa said.

"I just don't know what came over me," Michelle said. "But that was the most mind blowing sex I've ever had. I better get back to work, though. My manager's probably pissed."

"Just tell her you were helping a customer," Alexa said. She and Michelle giggled at that. "And, uh, could you also do something for me?"

"What?" Michelle asked.

"I still need new clothes," Alexa said. "You probably don't have a bra my size, but I probably need extra-extra-large shirts. And some pants, too."

Michelle smiled. "Pants? That'll require me measuring your inseam."

Alexa smiled as well. "Do it," she said.

*** *** ***

Alexa walked out of the department store whistling. She was wearing a brand new blouse (straight from the extra-extra-large section), new jeans that actually fit, and a new pair of panties as Michelle had completely ruined the old pair. She also had Michelle's phone number and address in her wallet.

She felt happier than she had ever been. This new body wasn't a curse, but a blessing. Those people on the bus stared at her, but why shouldn't they? The old lady had shaken her head, but what was wrong with Alexa? Nothing. She felt perfect.

She had been so preoccupied with Michelle that she hadn't noticed how much time was going by and as she walked to the nearest bus stop, she noticed that it was getting dark. Sitting down on the bench, she felt eyes looking at her and turned to see who it was.

Two males in dirty jeans and leather jackets were at the other end of the bus stop. Their stares didn't feel like the other people who had looked at Alexa's assets. Their eyes weren't curious or shocked or disapproving, but rather lecherous. Their eyes looked like knives in the moonlight.

"Well, well," one of them said as they walked over to where Alexa was sitting. "Looks like someone's been drinking their milk." They both laughed as if that was the best joke in the world.

"Do you mind if I get a taste of your milk?" the other one said.

"How about it, big cow," the first one said. "You wanna feed us some of your milk?"

"Get away from me," Alexa said.

"Aw, you hear that?" the first one said to the other one. "She doesn't want to share her milk. Hey, it's a free country, big cow, so why do you get to have all the milk? We wanna taste."

"Jus' give us a taste," the other one said.

"Get away from me!" Alexa shouted.

"Now that wasn't very nice, big cow," the first one said and took out a knife from his waistband. "If your not gonna share, we're just gonna hafta teach you some manners. Maybe take that milk by force." Both of them approached Alexa, one on either side.

Alexa felt the tingling building again within her, but this time it was different. There wasn't any pleasure, only anger. "Go!" she shouted. "Away!" With that, she stood up and raised her hands to push them, but something else happened. A beam of yellow swirling energy hit both men and they staggered backward and collapsed onto the street.

Alexa looked at her hands. She was certain the energy had come from them, but she didn't know how. She looked from her hands to the men on the sidewalk, who were still alive to Alexa's relief. But as she looked over them, she noticed that both had erections and were convulsing, as if the energy had given them orgasms so powerful that it knocked them out.

She wondered if she could do that again or if she could do any other stuff. Was she super strong? Could she fly? Was she bulletproof? She wasn't eager to test out that last power, but her mind raced with the possibilities. It isn't everyday, she thought, that you wake up with a knockout body that can literally knock people out.

On the bus, she wondered if she should become a superhero. She had read about the exploits of Magniman and the Debutante and wondered if she would ever be like them. Of course, so far, she thought, all I can do is give people mind blowing orgasms. I might be better suited as a porn star or prostitute, which I don't want.

She thought about this all the way back to her dorm room, where she put away her clothes, took a long and relaxing shower (which was filled with many moments of orgasm-induced bliss), and fell into her bed. Her last thought before falling asleep was, Venus would be a good superhero name.

*** *** ***

A shadowy figured looked through Alexa's dorm window and watched her sleep. This was slightly unusual, because Alexa's dorm was on the third floor. The shadowy figure appeared to be hovering in midair.

Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a cellphone and dialed a number. "I have found her," he said to the person on the other end.

"Are you sure she is the Madonna?" a voice replied.

"Positive," the shadowy figure said.

"Good," the voice said. "Proceed to phase two."

"Thank you," the shadowy figure said. "Splendor sine occasu."

"Splendor sine occasu," the voice said.

TO BE CONTINUED...