He was moving faster; he was stronger; all his abilities were improved.

He might even have been thinking faster, though it was hard to measure that. Not that any of that helped with the work he was doing, the main time sink was the machine doing the processing, not him moving things from place to place. In that time, he tested his new abilities. He was faster and stronger, not just than himself, but Ultramom. It wasn't going to last forever, but for now...

The first dose went into the hostage who'd been captured the longest ago, a stunningly beautiful black woman, whose mammoth tits had swollen to truly ridiculous size with milk. He kept his eyes on hers, carefully not looking at the flashing black skin, the milk dribbling from her nipples as he turned off the machine and helped her down gently, then passed her the clothes that had been taken off her before she'd been mounted on the machine.

He flew her to the hospital at top speed, which was rather better than his previous top speed, but operated on the same set of principles and his reactions had improved as much as his speed. He dropped her off, then spoke very briefly with a police officer, explaining that they'd dealt with the good doctor, but she'd escaped and he was working to cure all the people she'd captured. The cops weren't in love with the idea, but given that they hadn't been able to find Dr. Bluder and had no idea what she was doing to her hostages, they didn't whine too much.

Ultraboy had set up another batch of antidote to cook. He had two hours before he needed to do anything to it and he could do a lot in two hours. He could do his own patrol, or...Ultramom had probably finished and headed home, or...the good doctor could probably use a visitor.