Who Are You? How Do You Come In Contact With The Unknown Chemical?

Alex Asturias

The school bus screeched to a halt in front of the imposing STAR Labs building, the brakes barely disturbing Alex Asturias's focus. The eighteen-year-old senior high school student stared out the window with bright eyes. Metropolis's skyscrapers rose like titans of glass and steel, but for Alex, the real spectacle was inside those walls: cutting-edge science and, with any luck, some attractive scientist to fuel his fantasies.

The group of thirty teenagers filed off in a line, backpacks slung over shoulders, nervous laughter and comments about what they'd see in the exhibit. Alex adjusted his gray Justice Guild hoodie, grabbed his backpack, and followed his classmates.

The group of thirty teenagers poured out, backpacks on shoulders, nervous giggles and chatter about the exhibit. Alex adjusted his gray Justice Guild hoodie, grabbing his backpack and trailing the others. He was a die-hard fan of heroines and villains. How could he not be? They were all curvaceous, provocative beauties... goddesses in his mind, and his collection of porn, lingerie photos, and cosplay videos on his laptop was proof of that.

The emergence of the first metahumans during World War II marked the start of a new era of superheroes whose consequences would be felt for years. Women around the world began developing superpowers thanks to a metagene in their DNA that, for scientifically inexplicable reasons, men did not possess. The first known team of superheroines was Femforce, led by the legendary Miss Victory, who inspired an entire generation of heroines to take on the responsibility of defending Earth from those who wanted to conquer or destroy it out of pure spite.

In the 21st century, a new generation of heroines emerged to fight crime, starting with the Woman of Steel herself, Power Girl, followed by Wonder Woman and Batgirl. These three heroines would form the world's most prolific superhero team, the Justice Guild, after joining forces with Green Lantern, Hawkgirl, Flash, and Aquawoman during Brainiac Queen's invasion attempt. Shortly after its formation, more heroines joined their ranks, increasing the Justice League's strength and influence.

A woman was waiting for them in the lobby. A beautiful platinum blonde, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail that exposed a creamy neck and emerald green eyes that seemed to glow under the LED lights. Her black pencil skirt hugged her hips like a second skin, and her semi-sheer white blouse hinted at the black lace of her bra. Her high heels sculpted her calves like works of art, and every step was a choreography that made Alex swallow hard.

"Welcome to STAR Labs," Elena said in a smooth voice with a husky edge that resonated in Alex's chest. "I'm Dr. Elena Voss, head of public relations, and I'll be your guide."

Alex strategically positioned himself behind her as she led them through the lobby. Every sway of her hips made the skirt cling tighter, revealing the perfect curve of her ass.

"If this is just the entrance, I don't know if I'll survive the tour," he thought, discreetly adjusting his jeans.

They arrived at the Holographic Exhibits Room, a massive dome with curved screens and floating projectors. Elena tapped a button on her tablet, and a giant hologram appeared: a complex molecule rotating slowly, labeled in Latin and chemical symbols.

"This is Compound Q-11," she explained, pointing to the projection. "A breakthrough in neurochemistry and environmental conservation."

A classmate, Mike, raised his hand.

"What does it do?"

Elena smiled, her red lips glistening under the light.

"Bees are in danger. Without them, 70% of the world's crops would collapse. Q-11 mimics the queen bee's mandibular pheromone, known as QMP, to save hives on the brink of collapse. It's been tested recently on mice, and the effects have been... impressive."

"Impressive how?" another girl asked.

"Absolute submission to the pheromone emitter. Instant hierarchy formation. Accelerated reproduction. Exposed male mice become 'kings,' and females turn into devoted workers who toil endlessly for the hive. This could repopulate hives or prevent collapse when the queen is lost."

Alex felt a heat in his chest. His mind raced to Power Girl, Supergirl, Wonder Woman in their skin-tight suits, on their knees, gazing at him with golden eyes, whispering "My king..."

A rumble shook the room.

The ceiling exploded.

A blinding blue bolt pierced the dome, and a figure descended in a shower of sparks. Livewire. Her white hair floated as if underwater, charged with static. She wore an electric blue corset with a lightning-shaped neckline that exposed 80% of her generous breasts. Blue gloves to the elbows, black thigh-high boots. Her skin glowed with a bluish tint, and her eyes were wells of pure energy.

"NOBODY MOVE!" she shouted, her voice booming like thunder.

Panic erupted. Students screamed, running for the exits. Dr. Voss froze, her tablet clattering to the floor.

Livewire landed in the center, her boots sparking against the marble. She pointed at the chief scientist, a trembling man in his 40s.

"You. The Q-11. Where is it?"

The man stammered:

"I-in the vault... lower levels..."

Livewire grinned, a blood-chilling smirk.

"Perfect."

Her eyes scanned the room and locked on Alex, frozen by a pillar.

"You," she said, pointing with a sparking finger. "Come here."

Alex tried to back away, but a small bolt grazed his shoe, scorching the floor.

"NOW!"

He walked toward her, shaking. When he was a meter away, Livewire grabbed his hoodie collar and lifted him like he weighed nothing.

"You're my insurance," she whispered, turning to the scientist. "If you try to trick me or anything, the kid dies."

Her breasts were inches from Alex's face. The corset barely contained them, bouncing with every move. If this were a different situation, it'd be a dream come true.

Livewire shoved the scientist toward the elevator, Alex still dangling from her hand. The doors closed. In the elevator, the silence was suffocating. Livewire pinned him against the wall, her hip brushing his crotch every time the elevator shifted.

"Relax, kid," she whispered, her voice now playful. "This idiot just has to cooperate, and nothing happens to you."

Her hips swayed like she was dancing. Alex felt his erection growing, betraying him.

They reached level -7. The vault was a reinforced steel chamber with biometric sensors and a pedestal in the center. On it, a glass vial. Inside, a glowing golden liquid, like liquid honey under LED lights.

The scientist entered a code. The pedestal opened.

Livewire let out a triumphant laugh.

"At last!"

She approached the vial carefully.

"Only one sample?"

The scientist nodded, sweating.

"It's... extremely dangerous. You don't know what you're doing."

Livewire glared at him with contempt.

"I know exactly what I'm doing."

She raised her hand. A blue bolt shot from her fingers, striking the scientist in the chest. He flew back against the wall with a crack. He slumped, lifeless.

Alex turned to her, terrified.

Livewire approached slowly, her hand extended toward him, sparking.

"Your turn..."

Her hips swayed as she walked. Her breasts bounced. If he weren't about to die, he'd ask for a photo.

She fired a bolt. It was a meter from hitting him when the ceiling exploded again.

A white-and-red blur descended at full speed, taking the impact. Strong arms wrapped around Alex, and suddenly his face was buried between two soft, warm, massive pillows.

It was Power Girl!

He was between her legendary breasts!

The white leotard with the circular window exposed a valley of creamy, smooth flesh that smelled like vanilla and strawberries. Her blonde hair fell in perfect waves. Her blue eyes looked at him with concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice like warm honey.

Alex nodded, unable to speak, his face still buried in Power Girl's breasts.

She gently set him down by the wall.

"Stay there."

She turned to Livewire, her red cape billowing dramatically. From Alex's angle, he had a perfect view of her half-exposed ass, the white leotard riding up between her perfect cheeks.

The fight was pure chaos.

Livewire unleashed a massive bolt. Power Girl dodged by flying, her cape leaving a red trail.

"Don't interfere, bitch!" Livewire shouted.

The Kryptonian smiled.

"Too late."

She charged at sonic speed. A punch that shook the vault. Livewire flew backward, crashing into a wall.

But she got up, laughing.

"This is just starting!"

Bolts flashed everywhere. Power Girl flew in circles, dodging, counterattacking. Every time she ducked, her cleavage opened wider. Every time she flew, her ass was perfectly outlined.

Livewire aimed at the vial on the pedestal.

"If I can't have it, no one will!"

A blue bolt shot out.

Power Girl intercepted.

"NO!"

The bolt hit the vial.

The vial exploded.

The liquid sprayed in all directions, and Alex, less than a meter away, was completely doused. His face, chest, arms, and crotch were covered in the amber fluid.

It was warm. With a sweet scent, glowing like molten gold, quickly absorbing into his skin in seconds. It didn't hurt, just... a strange warmth.

A strange heat.

Power Girl knocked out Livewire with a final uppercut, and the villain collapsed, **** at last.

She rushed to Alex.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded, staring at her cleavage. Sweat drops ran down her channel.

"Y-Yeah... I think..."

Power Girl slid her hands under Alex's arms and helped him up. Her hands were strong yet soft, like she could bend steel and caress a feather at the same time. He staggered for a moment, still dazed from the chaos, and his eyes locked again on the creamy valley her leotard's window revealed.

She parted her beautiful pink lips to say something when she suddenly froze.

Her pupils dilated. A subtle but unmistakable golden glow flashed in her blue eyes.

She released him abruptly.

Power Girl staggered back, as if an invisible **** had pushed her. She started panting, shoulders heaving rapidly. She brought both hands to her face, fingers trembling.

Alex took a step, scared.

"Power Girl? Are you okay?"

She didn't respond right away. Her breaths were deep, ragged. Then, after seconds that felt eternal, she looked up.

And smiled.

A smile he'd only seen in porn movies.

Lascivious. Hungry. Promising.

"Yes..." she whispered, her voice husky, loaded with something beyond relief. "In fact... I feel very good."

At that moment, police sirens and emergency vehicles began echoing in the distance, approaching STAR Labs. Alex blinked, snapping back to reality.

"W-Well... I should go," he said, stepping toward the destroyed exit.

"Wait!"

The cry was quick, urgent.

Before he could react, Power Girl grabbed his arm with a grip that didn't hurt but allowed no escape. She spun him and pinned him against the wall in one fluid motion, without **** but with absolute determination.

Her massive breasts crushed against Alex's torso.

Her hands braced on either side of his head against the wall, trapping him.

Her sweet, warm breath brushed his face.

"Don't go," she whispered, her voice low, seductive, almost a moan. "AfterAfter all this experience... I wouldn't want you to leave alone."

Alex swallowed hard.

This couldn't be happening! It was too good to be true!

Something had to be wrong!

But he couldn't look away.

Her lips. She licked them slowly, with the tip of her tongue.

Her blue eyes, now with that golden glow, devoured him.

He looked down.

Her breasts. Crushed against him. Soft. Warm. Rising and falling with each panting breath.