Hannahs Struggle

Frustration.

Hannah was starting to truly understand the term blue-balled. For several nights she had been on the prowl for crime and found nothing. It left the reporter itching for action. Now, thanks to the sights she had just witnessed, she was horny to boot.

"Damnit."

Hannah as Volt stood upon the roof of an abandoned Martyrville factory. Black combat boots lead up to long muscular legs in low rider jeans and enhanced breasts were contained by an appropriately sized sports bra under an old leather jacket. She had long since learned her lesson about working out in stylish clothes; this new bra was bright orange, sturdy and covered everything. Her street level super ensemble was topped off with a simple black cloth tied around her lower face, one last measure to try and prevent Volt from being connected to Hannah.

She looked down to her video camera and its complete lack of useable footage. She was Volt, she was the new hero, it shouldn't be that hard to get an exclusive report on herself.

Virtue News; The Previous Monday

The normally energetic Hannah Hancock stepped into the conference room bleary eyed and ready to go home. She shuffled past her excited and chattering coworkers to slump into her seat and tune out. The weekend had been a draining experience.

First there were the events of Friday night which had her running all over the city in a state of undress. Hannah admitted to herself it was pretty cool to discover she was a super human, but getting home just at the crack of dawn and sleeping all of Saturday away screwed with her internal clock pretty fiercely.

Then there was Saturday. She woke up late, naked on her bed with her window curtains pulled wide open and her favorite toy laying between her legs. There was no telling if anyone in the opposite building had looked through their windows to see her, or if they had how many people may have gawked at her naked and very satisfied form. The rest of her weekend was spent practicing her transformation, sleeping off her lingering exhaustion and pleasuring herself to her own super human appearance. Was it vain of her to think her new form was hot? Hannah thought so, but when Balthazar was balls deep in her super human pussy she also didn't care.

Monday came as a day of responsibilities and crowds that the still exhausted young woman didn't want to handle. An emergency conference first thing in the morning only made things worse.

"Alright everyone, you all know what this is about." Mr. Black barged into the room before Hannah had a chance to settle in. Everyone but her nodded their heads, a fact her boss immediately picked up on. "Miss Hancock, would you kindly let everyone know why we're here?"

"I honestly have no idea." You dick.

Black huffed and motioned for the lights. "Have you been living under a rock Miss Hancock?" After the room went dark he pointed a remote to the ceiling projector. "This..." A cone of light leapt from the projector to paint an image across a barren wall. "This is why we're here."

Hannahs coworkers reaction to the picture ranged from hoots to laughs to scoffs, the young reporters response was to turn beet red and try to sink into her chair. There, projected across the conference room wall for all to see, was a picture of her.