An attractive goddess.

Iris laid on the couch, some show playing on the tv. One she couldn’t tell anyone who asked a characters name or the actual genre.

All her thoughts laid to the strange sensation she’d felt since leaving STAR labs. A sensation she felt made her different-better-superior.

Along with a new sense of attention making itself known when she walked into Jitters for a coffee. The baristas man women all but threw themselves at her feet, some begged her to know their names other proclaimed their love for her.

Yet instead of feeling embarrassed or mortified she felt nothing but smug, a growing dominance over all who needed her.

She did exert it, blowing a kiss to one barista who quickly found herself being kissed by a coworker. The baristas took her blown kiss as a signal the one blessed as also worthy of their affections.

When Iris left the woman in wondrous pleasure, calling out Iris’s name in pure sin being fucked silly

Iris went home afterwards, her dad on shift leaving her alone with her thoughts and these feelings.

Having already fingered herself to a screaming orgasm at the sheer memory of what happened at the coffee shop. One nearly as prevalent as the touch at STAR labs.

I could do anything.

If she looked as half as good as she felt she could get anyone, do anything.

Iris got off the couch to look in the mirror, further reinforcing the feelings and changes afflicting her. She lost a little extra weight, her breasts didn’t seem to sag or need a bra even in their increased size, her butt the most toned it had ever been.

Dam girl, smoking hot.

Her body never looked so good, she’d never felt this good. She felt like a goddess, one who could do near anything she wanted, wether it be going clubbing, visiting her dads hunky partner or see that cute scientist tending to Barry.