Professor Lilly Lan had felt like skipping everywhere
for the past two weeks, but as she walked home from
her book signing, she managed to restrain herself to
a prideful strut. When a quirk of bureaucracy caused
her to get hired on the tenure track instead of as
an adjunct six years ago, it had been pretty much
a sure thing that the Harvard History department
would restore the world to its rightful order
after a year. Lilly had granted herself a stay of
execution by working 90 hour weeks and churning out
her first book on the geopolitics of Metterneich's
most influential teacher. They could hardly shove
her back down to the ranks after she shifted the
scholarly consensus on so great a man.

Now, six years later, she had just published the
final volume of her three part series on Bismark
and his two Kaisers. In that time she had managed
to accrue a unbroken series of highly positive
student reviews (and a chili pepper on ratemyprofessor.com).
The department faculty, who had started off quite
suspicious of her due to the circumstances of her
hiring and the ten year gap in her resume, had
warmed greatly to her. If it had been up to the
History Department alone, she was confident that
she would make tenure at this point.

Lilly didn't know the streets of Metropolis that
well, so it was understandable that she made
a wrong turn coming back from her book signing.
The streets around her grew increasingly seedy,
and she began to consider drawing her phone
from her purse to check that she was going the
right way.

Hidden by a bank of clouds above the city,
Superman hovered, his eyes flitting over
the glimmering lights at super speed. His
mind moved far faster than that of an ordinary human,
allowing him to process far more data than
a mere mortal. Some called this super intelligence
(though they usually lumped his photographic memory
in), but Clark had always disliked that term. Clark
was no slouch, but his friend Bruce could crack
a tricky case better than he ever could. Even
his terrifying processing speed was not enough
to allow him to defeat professionals at Go when
he first picked up the game. Of course now that
he was a 1 dan without superspeed, he was the
strongest Go player in the world with it, but
if he possessed true super intelligence he
would have required no training. No, he was
just a rather clever man who thought very,
very fast. Still, one clever man thinking
very fast can do quite a lot.

Superman kept track of hundreds of potentially
interesting events unfolding all at once.
Here a man had been spending longer than
required loitering outside a bank. There
a man chased his wife towards their apartment.
Or were they running together? In another couple
of seconds it would become clear. A well dressed
Asian woman walked though a seedier part of town,
a purse dangling from her shoulder. She was, Superman
noted, quite striking, with a delicate face and a
very full figure. She was somewhat heavyset, but
most of her weight seemed to have concentrated in
her very full bosom and rear. Each breast looked
to be the size of her head, and the round globes
of her ass cheeks pulled her gray sweater-dress
taught. Her waist was thick, and a soft belly
swelled out against the gray dress, forming a
third smaller mound below her breasts. She looked
like some type of ancient fertility idol. Superman
felt an erection growing against the impenetrable
Kryptonian fabric he wore. With a start, he
realized that he had been staring for a full five
seconds, tracing the curve of her breasts again
and again.

Pursing her lips, Lilly Lan pulled out her
phone and began punching in the name of her
hotel.

"Hey Lady, gimme the purse! And that phone!" A
rough voice and a rough man emerged from the
shadows.

Overhead, superman surged down. He had been flicking
his eyes back to the beautiful woman after checking
each section of the city, so he caught the approaching
mugger fast.

Lilly smiled at the mugger. It had been so long. Nearly
20 years. Moving far faster that she should have been able to,
she grabbed the neckline of her dress and dragged it 
down under her breasts, causing her heavy mounds to
fall out with a hypnotic jiggle. "Stop." She commanded
imperiously.

Overhead, Superman drew to a stop in midair at the
busty woman's command. His gaze locked onto the
pale expanse of flesh she held cupped in her hands
in the light of a streetlamp.

The mugger, too, stopped, staring in awe at the most
perfect pair of breasts he had ever seen. He went
under faster that Lilly remembered. Of course, the
last time she had done this, her breasts had been
less than half their current size. Perhaps that had
something to do with it. It felt like more than
one person was falling under her spell, but the
mugger was the only person in sight. She dismissed
it as just feeling rusty.

"Look at my breasts." She commanded, grinding them
together in her black plunge bra. "They are the
most perfect breasts you have ever seen. They
are so wonderful, they can't belong to anyone
but a goddess. Do you know what that makes
me?"

Overhead, Superman whispered, "A Goddess."

In front of her, the mugger whispered, "A Goddess."

"Very good. You must be a smart boy!" She purred
with a predatory grin. "Next to me you are nothing.
You exist for my pleasure and gain. Say it."

Overhead, Superman whispered, "Next to you I am
nothing. I exist for your pleasure and gain."

In front of her, the mugger whispered, "Next to you I am
nothing. I exist for your pleasure and gain."

Lilly's thumb sized nipples stiffened at the sound
of that. It had been so long since she broke a man
with her bosom. It felt so good. She might find
a more attractive victim and have a little fun after
this. She shuddered. No. She wasn't becoming that
person again.

Bringing the proceedings to a close somewhat faster
than she would have wanted she said, "And you want
nothing more than to enter my bosom." As she spoke
she forced the mugger's head into her cleavage.
his body was slowly pulled in to the warm depths
of her bosom, shrinking as it was pulled deeper
and deeper. When just his feet remained sticking
out from between her pale breasts, she pulled
her dress back up over her bosom. 

Superman had been preparing to dive down and
enter his Goddess's bosom right after the
unfortunate mugger, but when she snapped her
dress over the gates of heaven, he stopped.
She didn't know he was there, and might take
offense at his barging in. The thought of
offending his Goddess mortified Superman.
He might want nothing more than to enter her heavenly
bosom, but it was entirely up to her to decide
when and how that happened.

Lilly didn't absorb the mugger immediately, preferring
to savor the feeling of him struggling between her breasts.
He would not suffocate unless she chose for him to. Instead
she stripped away the mental conditioning she had placed
on him. If she had left it in place, he would have just
sat docilely. She preferred her victims to meet their fate
with clear heads.

Back in her hotel room, Lilly peeled off her gray dress
and went into the bathroom, bringing her phone with her.
Bending over in a cheesecake pose, she blew the mirror
a kiss and snapped a photo. Looking at it, she couldn't
help but smile, thinking *I look good for 45.* Indeed
she looked more like a woman in her early thirties,
than the solidly middle aged one that she really was.
Of course spending ten years consuming the strength and
vitality of thousands of people would do that for anyone.

Lilly took a few more sexy shots of herself posing to
display her T&A to maximum effect. Then she took a single
serious frontal shot and another shot in profile. It would
be nice to have a before and after.

Placing her phone on the counter, she pressed her breasts
together. She knew that it would manifest as crushing,
painful pressure for the mugger inside her bosom, and
that he would find it more arousing the harder she pressed,
despite his fear. Biting her lower lip, she moaned in
anticipation. She was already wet enough to create a damp
spot on her panties, and her nipples were making big dents
in her plunge bra. She moshed her breasts together with
a bit more force. It was only a tiny fraction of her
gargantuan strength, but she knew she wouldn't need even
a 0.01% of her true strength to do this. She didn't want
her victim to pop too early.

She hugged her breasts to her body, making them surge
up towards her chin, then she covered her nipples with
spread-fingered hands and just jigged her bosom lightly.
She had a perfect understanding of everything that went
on between her mounds, so she was able to back off just
before the mugger came. She kept him on the edge of
orgasm for twenty minutes. She was right there with him,
nearly cumming in anticipation of sucking him into
herself. Finally she could take it no longer and her
vagina began to clench rhythmically. She moaned loudly,
and mashed her breasts together hard. In her bosom, the
mugger finally came, and came, and came. He poured out his
essence into the busty Asian goddess who surrounded him
so completely. Lilly's orgasm surged and she grabbed the
counter top with such force that the section in her hand
crumbled to dust. She hadn't lost control of her strength
like that in years. The mugger poured out into her
and filled her body with a familiar warmth. She was like
a alcoholic having her first drink in years.

The warmth spread from her breasts to her whole body.
Everywhere it touched, it made small improvements. Age
lines that were just beginning to show disappeared.
Her skin took on a healthy glow. A good deal of warmth
pooled in her stomach, and she smiled as it began to
recede. She brought her hand to the puddle of fat
in order to feel it shrink. It wasn't just her stomach
shrinking; her whole waist drew in. She was so happy
about the shrinking stomach that she didn't notice the
way her breasts had started to spill out of her bra
immediately. Once she did she said, "Holy shit. I'm
gonna be huge." It seemed like her belly fat was not
so much disappearing as moving. Her bra straps creaked
ominously. This bra was already on the small side for
her. A part of her wanted it to break off of her.

The bra was still intact when she stopped growing,
though she had some truly spectacular quadboob going
on. She hadn't noticed the growth, but her hips had
stretched out wider to better match her bulging
ass. In combination with her tighter waist, it
gave her a breathtaking hourglass figure. Her belly
had not completely disappeared, to her disappointment,
but this absorption had taken her from a curvaceous 
beauty to an absolute wet dream. The woman in the mirror
exuded a casually dominant sexuality that Lilly hadn't
presented in a long time. In fact, she thought it was
stronger now. In her twenties she had been voluptuous,
but she would have looked flat next to the woman in the
mirror.

Across the city, Superman watched his Goddess grow even
more beautiful. When she finally tired of examining her
new body and went to bed, Superman was able to tear
his attention away from her. His legs and much of his
chest were soaked with cum. His super recovery time had
been working against him. He had no idea how many times
he had spurted into his uniform while watching his Goddess
absorb the lucky mugger.

On the flight home, Superman came three more times as
he remembered the dark trench formed in his Goddess's
bosom as she pressed her breasts together.

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Lilly paced back and forth in her small apartment, her slender
heels clicking loudly on the hardwood floor. She smoothed her
cream blouse over her jutting breasts and bulging belly. She
straitened her black skirt, pulling the stretchy fabric down
over her swollen ass. She had just learned that she would be getting
tenure. She should have been ecstatic, but the struggle that had
been raging within her in the six months since she had consumed
the mugger still churned. She gnawed her lip. She stopped pacing.
It would be okay to celebrate, right? Surely she deserved that,
just this once. Who knows, probably nothing would happen.

Smoothing her clothes nervously once again, she walked out her
front door.

Kneeling on a snowdrift in the Himalayas, Clark Kent watched
as his Goddess left her apartment. There was something different
about the way she carried herself today. Clark had had a lot
of time to watch Lilly Lan over the past six months. After that
day, both Superman and Clark Kent had disappeared from the world.
With no real need to sustain his body, Clark spent all of his
time watching Lilly with his telescopic xray vision. He came
once again as he watched her massive breasts shift under
her blouse.

He had had the privilege of watching his Goddess's heavenly
bosom balloon outward over the past six months as she stuffed
her face with huge quantities of food. He suspected Lilly Lan
of being a stress eater, for she had showed other signs of
distress. She would often get dressed up as if to go out,
then make herself a giant meal instead. Clark had watched
her swelling bustline with a worshipful gaze, shooting
load after load into the mountainside before him.

Most of what she ate seemed to collect in Lilly's breasts
and ass, but her belly had also swelled up. A few months ago
it had surpassed the size of her previous belly. It was
still dwarfed by her basketball sized breasts.

Lilly walked purposefully towards the Harvard train stop.
The subway whisked her out of Cambridge and brought her
closer and closer to a seedier part of Boston. When she
actually got out of the subway car, Clark knew what
she was doing. He excitedly gathered up a bundle of
rags he had prepared for this and shot up into space
and halfway across the world. It was infuriating to have
to fly slowly enough to avoid a sonic boom on the
way down. He didn't want anyone to think that Superman
was back. Lots of people would have questions that he
did not want to answer. He would rather not loose his
first chance to offer himself up to his Goddess while
his cousin distracted him.

Lilly's heels clicked on the sidewalk. She was starting
to think the whole thing had been a mistake. She hadn't
fallen off the wagon yet. Nothing had happened. She could
just go home. Another part of her knew that now that she
was here she would milk the opportunity for everything
it had. Her cleavage felt empty, and she longed to fill
it with a bone deep intensity.

A man staggered out of the shadows holding a knife.
"Give me your money." He said. His eyes, Lilly noticed,
were locked onto her bosom. There was a hungry light
in them that told her he wanted more than just money.
She could feel his lust filled mind. That had been happening
more and more lately. Lilly always made sure to avoid
dressing in anything that showed any amount of her
pale breast flesh, but had felt the minds of her male
students a few times when she wore a tight fitting dress.

She smiled sweetly at the would-be assailant. "I keep it in here."
She said pointing at her bosom. She popped the top snap of
her blouse. She had all her button down blouses specially made
with snaps instead of buttons, in case she needed to flash
someone quickly. In the years since she had stopped consuming
people, she had told herself that it was for self defense, but
really it was because she never stopped feeling like a huntress.

The man was broken at the first hint of cleavage. It had almost
been disappointingly easy. She jerked her blouse open even
further and shoved his head deep between her breasts. Her breast's
increased size had made them faster consumers as well as
more hypnotic it seemed. In the bad old days, her E-cups
had taken as much as five minutes to slurp a victim down.
Now she pulled this attacker in in under 15 seconds. She
buttoned her blouse back up, then walked slowly on home,
half hoping that another little morsel would attack.
She dismissed the hypnotic state and any mental modifications
made to her new prisoner out of long habit.

Sandwiched between Lilly's huge breasts, Clark Kent came back
to himself for the first time in six months. He was being
held captive by a demonic seductress! He had to escape.
He squirmed and thrashed, trying to worm his way up,
using all of his considerable strength. To his dismay,
he made little progress.

"Ooooh, you're a feisty one, ain't you?" Lilly asked.
Somehow the little man had actually managed to shift
himself. She cupped her breasts and shifted them a
little. In the warm crushing prison of Lilly's bosom,
Clark was bodily shifted back into the position he
had been. He tried to shift again, but this time he
made no progress. Lilly smirked at his efforts. When
it came to what happened between her breasts, she
really was a Goddess. "Keep trying little guy."
She cooed. Clark gritted his teeth and did just that,
to no noticeable effect.

*I hope it makes me taller*. She thought, standing in front
of her bedroom mirror. She was starting to get disproportionately
curvaceous. She could do with a little more height, and perhaps
muscle to balance her curves. The memory of her recent consumption
was fresh on her mind, and she was hoping that this one would
do a little more than just redistribute some fat.

Lilly decided to stay clothed for this consumption. Her blouse was
quite tight, and she thought she had a chance at popping out
of it. Breathing huskily, she bit her lip and pressed her breasts
together under her blouse, grinding them together with just a little
bit of force.

The pressure around Clark increased, and despite himself he felt his
arousal build. *Fuck, Lilly is hot.* He thought remembering her
voluptuous form. The pressure was so great that he could not move.
He strained his whole body, but made not once inch of progress.

Lilly moaned, feeling the little man try to struggle even as
she ground her breasts together. He had tremendous spirit,
that was for sure.

Clark shuddered and tried to think of pimples and baseball
scores. Unfortunately, he worried that he was fast hurtling
towards an orgasm. Just when he thought he was about to burst,
the pressure eased, and he was able to regain control.

Lilly smiled at herself lazily in the mirror. This little man
might have more spunk than she was used to, but he was as turned
on by her crushing breasts as anyone. She gave him a little
while to recover, then renewed the onslaught.

Clark managed to last through half an hour of on-again off-again
crushing arousal before he burst, gushing out his essence
into the surrounding sea of breast flesh.

Right away, Lilly could tell that there was something different
about this consumption. The warmth that usually filled her body
had been replaced by a searing heat. Rather than filling her body
slowly and pleasantly, it coursed through her veins like fire.

The most obvious changes happened almost instantly. Her belly
melted away and was replaced with first a six pick, then an eight
pack. Her waist drew in and her hips shot out even more. The
fat in her ass transmuted to muscle, making her bulging caboose
hard enough to roll steel on. Her legs packed on the muscle
and stretched longer and longer. Her black hair doubled and
redoubled in thickness, strength, and length. Her eyelashes
lengthened and thickened. Her eyes took on a flashing
dominance that seemed to bore into anything she looked at.
Her lips grew plumper, redder, and became so incredibly 
kissable that it seemed a safe bet that they could cause
a rock to pucker up. Her cheeks glowed with health. A layer
of padding melted away from her neck, restoring and
surpassing the elegance of her youth. Her arms filled
out. Even her hands grew impossibly elegant and beautiful.

Of course, none of it held a candle to her bosom. All the
fat that fled her belly, waist, and thighs was collected
in her chest. Her twin teardrops of bliss jutted out
from her nude body, projecting an aura of lust and awe.
Each breast was nearly two feet in diameter, dominating
her frame. Lilly felt enormous power centered in her
bosom. She doubted that mere cloth would be enough to
block her hypnotic powers now.

The fire of consumption still raged within her, but
now it was focused on strengthening her muscles. In
many ways it was a more familiar sensation. In her
days as an addict, she had possessed a perfect
tight little body, so there were few obvious physical
changes whenever she consumed someone.

She lifted off the ground, and hovered in front of
the mirror. Before she could really be surprised
at the development, the fire reached he brain,
and her thought sped up.

"Oh, dear. Did I just consume Superman?" She wondered
aloud, rapidly connecting dots. Her voice, she noted
distantly, was effortlessly erotic and supremely
commanding. Superman's disappearance
had happened right after she consumed that mugger
in Metropolis, his usual haunt. *He must have caught
a glimpse of the girls* she thought. *And heard
some of the stuff I told that mugger. I bet he was
just looking for a way to get me to consume him.*

When the last of the growth faded, Lilly touched
down lightly on the floor, careful not to break
anything. She was used to being super strong,
but this was clearly a whole new level. Catching
sight of herself in the mirror, she immediately
had an orgasm. She managed to hover again just in
time to avoid destroying the floor. *I'm perfect.*
She thought with wonder.

None of her clothes would fit her. She now stood
over seven feet tall, to say nothing of her figure.
She found a pair of sweatpants that looked more
like kapris on her. After destroying two big
sweatshirts trying to fit them over her breasts,
she used her new super speed to sew herself a
new blouse. After she put it on, she realized that
she could make a whole new outfit that way, so
she made herself a tight black pencil skirt and
a red turtleneck. Lilly wanted to sink down
and worship the woman in the mirror. It wasn't
the same as her nude glory, but there was no
mistaking the irresistible dominance she now
exuded from every pore.

"Well shit." She said in a voice like honey.
There would be no more living an ordinary life
after this. She had at least been able to pass as
an ordinary human after she had consumed a few thousand
people. The weight and age she had gained over the years
had actually helped. Towards the end of her time as
a consumption junkie she had started getting too beautiful
for people to ignore. This was far, far worse. "I'll
start taking over the world if I go outside." She said
to herself with certainty. She could see it now, people
sinking to the ground in worship at her beauty as she
walked through a crowd of new slaves. Her nipples stiffened
at the thought, and she chewed her full bottom lip. She
had to resist temptation.

It was strange that she had become so beautiful after
consuming Superman. He had been super strong and super fast,
but he hadn't had any sort of supernatural beauty that
demanded submission. "His powers must be amplifying my own."
She realized. Her hypnotic breasts had been with her since
puberty. When they became super hypnotic breasts a portion
of their power must have leaked out to the rest of her. Now
she was confident that anyone would become entranced by
the dark curtain of her silky black hair, or a half second
of eye contact.

Remembering the increased suction that had come with her
breast growth she wondered if that had gotten stronger
as well. As the thought sprang to mind, her gaze rested
on a lamp which flew across the room shrinking down
small enough to easily fit through a tiny gap in her
tightly stretched turtleneck. Once in her bosom, she
found that she had much better control of the object.
She had always had tremendous control over things
sandwiched between her breasts, but this was something
else. Going over to her computer she looked up the
chemical formula for titanium. Next to her new speed
of thought, the computer was frustratingly slow,
and she had completely cleaned her apartment twice
by the time the page loaded. With the formula finally
in hand, she focused inwards. It took a few tries, but
at her new speed she got the hang of it in under a
second. One easier change later and she blurred
in a burst of speed before coming to a stop in
a titanium chain mail bikini. The links were so small
that they could never have been made by human hands.
The metal cloth was composed of five interlinked layers
for maximum flexibility. She had iterated on the design
several times while changing, but now she had something
that was fairly comfortable and had a prayer of staying
together if she decided to fly somewhere in a hurry. 

"I need more raw material." She said to herself before
darting out the window to make a few low passes over
a few town dumps. It was after the end of the work day so no
one was around to see her. She slurped up enough garbage to
fill a swimming pool several times over. It was far more
than she needed, but with her new alchemal talents she
was sure it would come in useful. The sensation of so
much garbage in her bosom was unpleasant so she turned
it all to titanium before darting home.

Back in her apartment, she produced a pair of tight
fitting chain mail yoga pants. It took a few tries
to make them tight enough to show off the full
glory of her ass while remaining in one piece as
she moved around. It was a bit of a rush how easily
she could rip the incredibly strong metal. After a
moment's consideration she replaced the bikini top
with a tight fitting key-holed crop top. Checking
herself in the mirror she put it back in her
bosom and shrunk the whole thing while increasing
the size of the keyhole. Unfortunately, her new
superboobs proved too strong for the tough metal,
and it tore as she tried to achieve a breasts-spilling-out
look. She settled for making it as tight as she dared
and putting about three feet of boob in the boob window.

There was still something missing, she thought to herself
as she considered her new outfit. "I need some color."
The Asian amazon muttered. Putting the clothes back in
her cleavage, she went over to the computer to look
up a few more chemical formula. She tried various different
color combinations, until finally settling on a striking
red design with liberal gold trimming. She used real gold
for the gold portions, and wove the red pigment into the
titanium of the outer chain mail layer for the red sections.
A pair of wicked red-gold spike boots completed the costume.

"I guess super-Lilly ought to have a costume." She said,
looking at the goddess in the mirror approvingly.

She admired herself a bit longer, then returned to her
computer. Superman had been quite dedicated to his cover
if he hadn't use his metal abilities to do something
amazing. Perhaps his mind had been weaker for growing
up with this super-fast thought. She chewed the inside
of her lip. It made sense. A brain developing with this
much speed would have had little reason to optimize.
She would have to try to test the hypothesis by
trying to figure out how some other kryptonian
thought. Another time.

Figuring it would come in handy to have a strong knowledge
of chemistry given her new abilities, she began quickly
scanning through different webpages on the subject. The
latency quickly grew infuriating. It took her a fraction
of a second to understand a new concept, but the webpage
describing it would take as much as ten seconds to load
on her old machine. She thought about going to a library,
where the physical media would be able to keep up, but
then decided that she didn't want to risk being seen.
Besides, it would be nice to find a solution to this
latency issue. She stopped reading up on chemistry and
began reading about network protocols. After five or six
hours of intensive study (most of which time was spent
waiting for pages to load), she had developed a good
understanding of the whole web protocol stack from top
to bottom. It was incredible how much complexity went
into serving up a picture of a cat. With a frown she
began reading the HTML stream off the ethernet cable
in her wall. Seeing electromagnetic waves had been
a tough trick to master, but once she did, it didn't
take too long to begin to pick out the 1s and 0s.

After an hour or so of practice she was able to mentally
reconstruct the HTML pages as they flew down the wire.
It wasn't something she thought she could have done
before her change, no matter how much time she was given.
It must have something to do with her new photographic
memory. It was changing the way she thought, streamlining
and improving things as her mind expanded to fill its
new home. She found that it was hard to fully understand
highly interactive web pages by just viewing the bits
and bytes, but for more static pages of text she could
do it far more easily.

The next stage was being able to form requests on her
own. Until now she had just been observing what happened
when she played with her computer. She had to move on
to hardware that could keep up, namely herself. In
a blur of super-speed she zipped off to a closed
electronics store and lifted a bundle of Ethernet cables,
leaving a wad of cash in their place. Back at her apartment,
she used her heat vision to send the tiniest impulses
at the head of the cable. Her first attempt did nothing.
Her second melted the cable to slag. She burned through
her cable supply pretty fast, even when she cut off the
slagged ends to try to use the cable without a jack.
After four more trips to various electronics stores
she hit on the trick. She had to alter the waves her
eyes emitted in a particular way. Once she had that
figured out, she built her way up to placing Ethernet
frames on the wire pretty quickly. She grinned and
placed a cable in her computer with the other end
dangling. After a half dozen tries she succeeded in
serving up a little smiley-face. 

Lilly grinned at her new talent and rolled her neck
around. Glancing at the plug connected to the network,
she began making rapid-fire requests. It took a little
while to get used to the new workflow, but she was soon
learning about chemistry at a much faster rate. Her
information mining branched out to cover more information
about computers as well. She already had plans for a
server farm designed to keep up with her speed by just
storing text content and cutting away all the frills
of the modern web.

Around 9 a.m. she started to feel a little tired,
and wandered over to bed. It had been a remarkably
productive night. She had no idea how much relative
time she had spent on research, but given the complexity
of the subjects she had ingested it must have been
on the order of months or years. That degree of
focus as just as inhuman as her new speed or strength.
She woke a few hours later, feeling completely refreshed,
just one of the many perks of being super, she supposed.
She took a half second to unmake and recreate her costume
using the advanced metallurgy she had picked up the
night before. After four hours spent doing more historical
research than she had in the last six years, she took
a break then pressed her lips together in frustration.
Considering the mostly-finished manuscript for a new
book sitting on her hard drive (placed there directly
with her vision), she shook her head. What was she going
to do, go back to her old life being a History professor?
She would enslave all her students the second she opened
her mouth, even if she hid behind a curtain to teach.
She firmly hammered the part of herself that wanted that
into submission.

After a day of cooling her heals in indecision, she
yanked a baggy dull gray alloy chain mail jumpsuit and a
voluminous cloak out of her cleavage. Putting the
outfit on over her alloy costumed, she was satisfied
to see her body obscured enough to blunt her dangerous
sex-appeal. A pair of long gloves and an expressionless mask
with a dull visor quickly followed. Her hair still tumbled
down over the front of the cloak like liquid midnight, so
she bound it up in a thick braid which stopped
at the small of her back. Her swan neck was still
visible, so she added a beard-like curtain of mail to
the bottom of her mask and a filmy veil to the cowl
of the cloak.

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In a ring around the outskirts of Beijing, a half dozen
gleaming chrome probes decloaked and began rapidly erecting
spindly metal spires. A minute after they revealed themselves,
the city shrank down to the size of a softball, and the largest
probe emitted a gleaming android, which walked over and
scooped the tiny city up into a waiting bottle.

The robot was returning to his probe when a gray streak
flew across the horizon and slammed into him. The android
flew back for half a mile before it managed to fire
attitude thrusters and pull out of its tumble. There must
be a new kryptonian in town, the robot reflected. Apparently,
no one had bother to tell the new kid about Brainiac's ultra
force shield. "I swear to god if I have to deal with more
junior league sidekick bullshit, I'm going to blow a circuit!"
the experienced villain muttered."

Looking at the rapidly recovering robot, Lilly pressed her lips
together. This wasn't exactly the entry onto the super-scene
she had been planning. Her punch had destroyed her glove, leaving
one perfect hand dangerously exposed, and didn't seem to have done
anything to the robot. Glancing around for the nearest Ethernet
cable she made a few hasty queries. She really should have followed
the news better. Halfway though an archived copy of The Daily Planet,
Her jaw was rocked by a blow hard enough to shred the cowl of her
cloak and send her mask tumbling off in two pieces. To Brainiac's
surprise, the new kryptonian hardly seemed rocked by his robotic
punch. Her costume was in disarray, but the breathtaking face
under the mask was totally unmarred. Eyes like liquid gemstones 
met his own camera apparatus, and the psychic robot stood stunned.
It took all of his considerable mental power to withstand her
beauty, so he was too slow in blocking the hand that cupped him
in the back of the neck. Her other fist jack-hammered into his
face at super speed. At first he smugly relaxed under the protection
of his ultra force shield, confident that if it could handle Supergirl,
it could handle anything this newcomer could throw at him. His alarm
grew as he noticed the way the shield energy dissipation was 
not quite keeping up with the incessant impacts. He fired attitude
thrusters set in his back and abdomen to spin rapidly out of
her grip before backing off warily. The pounding she had given
him had torn even more of her costume. *My god, she's beautiful.*
The android thought to himself. Now that the initial shock had
worn off, it was easier for the practiced psychic to resist,
but it was still impossible to ignore.

"Alright, playtime's over." He said a moment after his probes
had reconfigured themselves into gleaming laser cannons. The
new hero was lit by a blinding flash of radiation. When the
cannons cycled down, she stood exactly where she had when
they cycled up, without a scratch on her. Her costume was
completely gone, and Brainiac realized his mistake as he
sank to his knees to worship his new Goddess. The most
perfect breasts he had ever seen projected proudly from
her chest. Inch thick nipples projected at a slight
upward angle from a pair of relatively small aureole,
and more creamy perfect flesh than Brainiac had ever
seen jutted in fleshy swells, swallowing his legendary
mind like a rock being dropped in a pond.

"Oh bother." Lilly said. She had been hoping to
avoid something like this.

"Uhh, put Beijing back!" She said. Brainiac moved rapidly
to obey, but stopped when she snapped, "No, wait! Not
yet!"

"Ok, now go ahead." She said though the voice scrambler
in her new mask, once again covered by a jump suit and
a cloak.

The robotic villain obediently reversed the shrinking
process. "Now what do I do with you?" Muttered Lilly.
"Ah, fuck it, you've already seen the girls." She muttered.
"Hop in." She commanded, unzipping her jump suit enough
to expose the sexy uniform she still wore underneath.
She'd always kinda wanted to be a sexy superhero, even
if she more naturally had villainous inclinations (or
perhaps just an addiction to villainy). Wearing her
red-gold yoga pants and crop top ensemble under her
deliberately unsexy gray outer costume let her pretend.

She had just finished zipping her jumpsuit back up
when a red-blue streak shot down from the sky.

Looking at the gray-clad stranger and the
definitely-still-there city of Beijing in confusion, Supergirl
landed gently. "Who are you? I heard reports of Brainiac
shrinking the city."

Lilly turned to the hero, "Oh, I aahh, stopped him." She
said somewhat apologetically. "I told him not to come
round here anymore. I don't think he'll bother us again.
I was quite firm."

Supergirl looked at the stranger in consternation. She
couldn't see any part of the woman's body under the baggy
gray jumpsuit and voluminous cloak she was wearing. It
was obviously a she, Supergirl noticed. No jumpsuit could
hide a rack *that* big. "You told him to leave forcefully?
This is an A-list Villain we're talking about, and you just
told him to leave. That was that."

"Well, I did punch him a few times first." Lilly shuffled
her feet.

Supergirl sighed. "Guys, there's a new sheriff in town
apparently. You can stand down." She said to her wrist.

"So, you got a name?" She asked Lilly.

"Ummm. No. Well I do obviously have a name, but I don't have
a super-name yet. This is my first time you see. I could
think of one?" Lilly said in her mechanical voice.

"You took on Brainiac your first time out? Most of us go
with something safe like a mugging." She muttered.

"Yeah, well, ordinary muggings can be dangerous to meta-humans
too." Lilly said.

Supergirl smirked, "So you thought, 'why not take on an
A-list villain instead, they're about as dangerous as
a mugging'." After a pause she said, "I didn't mean that,
or rather it was a joke. I can't read you at all with that mask."

"Sorry." Lilly replied.

"Nah it's fine. You want to come back to JLA headquarters, maybe
take off the mask, tell us a bit about yourself?" She said
with a smile.

"I'll come, but the mask stays on." Lilly replied.

"Ok. No problem." Supergirl smiled. "Do you need a lift
or...?"

By way of response, Lilly lifted off.

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"Gray Ghost, we need to talk." Supergirl floated up next to
Lilly where she was perched in mid-air scanning the world for
threats.

"I'm not ready to take off the mask. I don't think I'll ever be."
Lilly replied through her voice scrambler.

"That's not what this is about." Said Supergirl. "Bruce and I have been
working a case for the last three months. Since you showed up on the
scene actually. There are these little scraps we keep finding. They're
little things. An action figure set of the JLA with an extra doll.
An old issue of the Planet where a kryptonian man saved that ocean-liner
I saved a few years back. The Green Lantern turned us onto it when
he had some weird memory problems after coming back from a deep-space
mission with the Corp a week after you showed up. It's starting to
look like there used to be a hero in the JLA who was torn out of reality.
A very powerful hero. In fact, it seems like he was the strongest
of us all and he vanished without a trace. We've had to deal with our
share of reality resets in the JLA, and this has all the trappings of
one on a tiny scale."

"There are other things too. People have been having memories of old
nemesises that never existed. When we look into those nemesises, we
find the same sorts of reality-scraps that surround this old hero.
I'm coming to you as a friend Gray Ghost, and I do consider you
a friend. You've helped put away a lot of bad people, but I have
to know: Who is Superman?"

Under her blank mask, Lilly chewed her lip furiously. "I don't
want to talk about it." She said.

"That's not going to cut it Gray Ghost. You can't just disappear
people without talking about why. That's not something good guys
do." She said.

*You smug blond bitch.* Lilly thought angrily. *I've given up
my old life to replace Superman when he's the one who oogled
me and tricked me into consuming him. I'm in control. I
could have easily gone back to consuming people, but I've
managed to fight it.* "I don't want to talk about it." she
repeated.

"Where is Black Adam? Where is Felix Faust? You defeated them
alone, but never brought them back for detainment. Are they
on their way to becoming the next Raz Al Ghul?" She demanded.
"Not that I know much more about Raz Al Ghul than that he
used to be a deadly enemy of Batman before he was ripped
out of reality."

Lilly gritted her teeth. She was taking these villains off
the board more decisively than the JLA's jailhouse had
ever been able to do. She was doing good, even it it
was mostly about feeding her addiction. In the depths of
her cleavage Black Adam continued to rage and Fleix
Faust continued his futile attempts to open a gateway
out. She felt a moment of regret at not consuming them
immediately, but if she hadn't been able to feel their
delicious struggles she would have just gobbled up more
people.

"I don't. I can't. Look I can't explain this right now.
You don't understand." She said.

"Then explain it to me." Superman girl said, her eyes snapping
with restrained anger now.

"Look. It's. No, I can't." Lilly said, and began to fly away.

Supergirl slammed into her and forced her down to the courtyard
of the JLA headquarters where an array of heroes were collected.
"It's time we see what you're hiding under that mask!" Shouted
Supergirl, making a grab for the gray covering.

Lilly rolled away, staying out of reach of Supergirl's lightning
fast grab. She had gotten much better at fighting while keeping 
her costume in-tact in her time as the Gray Ghost. "Stop! I
don't want to fight you!" She said.

The heroes closed in on her. She jumped up, trying to dart away,
but Wonder Woman snagged her with the Lasso of Truth, and Supergirl
slammed her back down to earth. "Who was Superman?" Diana demanded.

"He was Supergirl's Cousin before I consumed him." Lilly said
through gritted teeth.

"And have you been consuming Villains?" Batman demanded.

"Yes! I can't help it! It feels so good. They're bad people.
If anyone deserves it, it's them. I'm trying to be a good
person." She said.

Two things happened next. Lilly threw the Lasso of Truth off
herself in a convulsive movement and Supergirl grabbed the collar
of her jumpsuit and tore. The alloy of her costume fell off her
in a wave of gray, revealing her red-gold costume underneath.
Looking at the worshipful heroes kneeling around her, Lilly
cupped her massive breasts in their tight metal crop-top
and gave them a jiggle. "Whoops." She said looking around
at her accidental slaves.

Bruce Wayne, being a man composed of equal parts will and
competence managed to resist long enough to bring a
pair of baterangs up to cut through his mask and gouge
out his eyes. The pain cut through the spell and the screaming
dark knight stumbled forward drawing kryptonite from his belt.

Lilly tossed the remains of her cowl on the ground and ripped
her mask off her face. "Oh Bruce, honey, I'm not a kryptonian."
She said, plucking the glowing green rock from his hand
and placing it between her breasts. She didn't shrink it down
at all, but it was still completely swallowed in the depths
of her cleavage. With a smirk she pressed her boobs together
and ground the rock to powder.

Looking at the worshipful heroes she sighed and stretched,
arching her back and thrusting her chest out in a pose
so erotic that The Flash came three hundred times before
she returned to normal. "Well, I tried to be a good girl."
She said. "I guess it didn't work out." With that she
sucked the whole Justice League of America into her
heavenly bosom and turned to go round up the prisoners.

A few minutes later she had cleaned out the last of the
super villains in the cells below the JLA and a few more
in remote detention facilities. Her breasts contained more
power than had ever been assembled in one place before.
They weren't even 1% filled. This was a turning point.
After this the old Lilly would be back for good. Her
nipples stiffened under her costume, making large dents
in the alloy. She couldn't wait.

Pressing her breasts together with a moan, Lilly felt
the arousal of her prisoners build. She was so wet
that liquid had seeped through all five layers of
her pants, and was forming a small damp spot. 

Between Lilly's breasts, Supergirl gasped and thrashed.
She felt like she was about to be crushed to death,
but all she could do was beg to be allowed to cum.
Each member of the JLA was in a similar situation
trapped in the pocket dimension of Lilly Lan's bosom,
on the verge of being crushed, yet unable to fight
the overwhelming sexual pressure that was welling up
from within them.

This was so much better than it had been before consuming
Supergirl. Lilly's new control over things between her
breasts meant that she could easily prevent her victims
from being crushed or from cuming. Free to exert as
much pressure as she wanted, she pressed her breasts
together with enough force to split an atom.

The Flash's jaw creaked, and he tried futilely to hump
the overwhelming hot flesh that surrounded him.

Batman's eyes had been mysteriously healed, but that
did him little good in the warm dark that surrounded him.

Wonder Woman strained with all her might, until her
femur snapped. The bone repaired itself immediately.
She was given no respite from the arousal and fear
which filled her.

After keeping the JLA in sexual agony for an hour,
Lilly redoubled the pressure on her bosom and they
began to pop like popcorn, gushing this essence into
the dominant Asian Goddess.

Lilly shuddered and bucked, her feet thrashing hard enough
to cause earthquakes and throw her miles into the air.

If she had been a Goddess before, she became *The* Goddess
now. Her black hair took on an otherworldly airiness despite
its silken thickness. It floated around her in some unseen
breeze, glowing with an inner light. Her eyes became world-swallowing
pools, twin beams of Will that could force anything to obey. Her
sumptuous lips were enough to inspire a religion all on their own.
Her perfect nose redefined beauty, all of her did. Her body lengthened
rapidly. She left behind human scale, soon standing over a dozen
feet tall. Her muscles grew exponentially stronger. Her long legs
grew longer and more elegant. Her ass was a monument to womanhood
that warped the fabric of space-time so great was its erotic appeal.

Of course none of this held a candle to her breasts. They had
become so perfect that they redefined morality. The only good
left in the world was to worship Lilly's breasts. When she
had been merely human, Lilly had been able to walk into a
room of strangers, take her top off, and walk away an
hour later with a bosom full of struggling prizes. Now
it felt as if the universe was that room. She could feel
a near infinite number of minds succumb to her heavenly
hypnotic bosom.

"Don't mind if I do." She said in a sultry voice, and sucked
down all the meta-humans in the universe. She didn't even
press her breasts together before they began to pop, and
her growth once again resumed.

She swelled larger and larger. When she was the size of a sky
scraper, she flew away from earth. Still she grew, swelling
larger and larger until one breast was the size of the moon.
She was beginning to throw the solar system gravitationally
out of whack, so she sucked the whole thing down. She didn't
have much to compare herself with when she stopped growing,
but she knew she was much, much bigger than even the sun had
been. Her hypnotic presence now extended to every corner of
the multiverse, into every possible timeline. She licked
her lips. She wanted more. She stripped the whole multiverse
of its meta-humans. Before long she had grown so large
that the universe was having trouble holding her. She sucked
it down between her breasts. A moment later the rest of the
multiverse joined it.

"Ooooops." The accidental Goddess giggled, then lay back
enjoying the feeling of being *everything*. Deep in the
recesses of her unimaginably huge breasts the tiny spec
that was the multiverse took up only a fraction of a
fraction of a billionth of one percent of her bosom's
capacity. Under her careful control, the multiverse grew
to slowly fill that capacity. Lilly sped up time for the
little microcosm, allowing new meta-humans to emerge.

Some portions of the multiverse were allowed to run wild,
that their chaos might produce more powerful meta-humans.
Other parts were operated in regimented farms, producing
an endless supply of the most promising meta-humans
to emerged from the patches of chaos, only for them to
be consumed by the new Goddess.

A warmth filled Lilly as her re-imagined multiverse became
so much larger, slowly filling her enormous bosom. The
giant Goddess smiled and prepared to do forever what she
did best: consume.