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And we're back! The newest part of Superslut's misadventures is here, thanks to Tlameteotl! Look for part 8 coming soon.

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Once in the sky, Superslut’s panic subsided. Yes, the pink K had changed her—her body still tingled all over from where it had done its work—but she was alive, she could fly, she still had some possibilities.

One ray of hope lay ahead of her. She flew toward Lois’ apartment building…

…and gasped as she began to fall out of the sky. Had her flying power deserted her?

After plunging nearly ten stories, her power kicked again, arresting her freefall and starting her back on course. Slowly and with some wobbling, to be sure, but she was flying.

What happened? Superslut wondered. Did Luthor’s fiddling around hurt my powers?

Then she remembered that he had reduced her powers by a lot, and this might be connected to that.

It had to be.

I’d better fly a little lower, she thought worriedly, coasting downward until she was twenty or so feet off the ground. She realized right away why this was a problem; everyone could see her clearly.

“Oh my god, that super-chick has a big…!”

“Who is that? She’s so huge!”

“Jeez, somebody get that cow back to the dairy!”

She blushed and tears welled up in her eyes. Doing her best to pick up speed, she was soon soaring up the side of Lois’ building and landing on her balcony. Lois worked from home some days—and a quick check with X-ray vision confirmed she was in the second bedroom, her home office. Superslut knocked on the glass door and waited.

“Clark, there’s some porn star out—oh my gosh,” Lois said, rounding the corner into the living room to see Superslut there at her door. She went to the glass door and unlocked it. “W-who are you?”

“It-it’s me, Lois,” Superslut told her.

“Clark?” she breathed, unable to believe her eyes.

The topheavy shortstack nodded unhappily.

She looked up at Lois, dismayed anew to find her fiancée was at least seven inches taller than she was now, putting Superslut’s eyes about level with Lois Lane’s boobs. They were nice boobs—a large B or smallish C and well-shaped—but it made talking with her very distracting.

“It’s… it’s a long story.”

And she told her longtime girlfriend/fiancée the truth—leaving out the sex, of course—about the events of the day.

Finally: “…so that’s what happened, Lois. Luthor’s pink kryptonite keeps changing me. I can’t take it off—I tried.”

Lois’ mind was reeling. It was a lot to take in, even for a woman whose boyfriend was the most powerful hero on Earth (or had been). “Oh, Clark. It flares up when you’re humiliated? Maybe you can try not feeling bad about this. It’s not your fault, and you know we’ll fix it.”

Superslut wiped her eyes. “But I-I can’t help being ashamed. I—oh no…”

Description

And we're back! The newest part of Superslut's misadventures is here, thanks to Tlameteotl! Look for part 8 coming soon.

***

Once in the sky, Superslut’s panic subsided. Yes, the pink K had changed her—her body still tingled all over from where it had done its work—but she was alive, she could fly, she still had some possibilities.

One ray of hope lay ahead of her. She flew toward Lois’ apartment building…

…and gasped as she began to fall out of the sky. Had her flying power deserted her?

After plunging nearly ten stories, her power kicked again, arresting her freefall and starting her back on course. Slowly and with some wobbling, to be sure, but she was flying.

What happened? Superslut wondered. Did Luthor’s fiddling around hurt my powers?

Then she remembered that he had reduced her powers by a lot, and this might be connected to that.

It had to be.

I’d better fly a little lower, she thought worriedly, coasting downward until she was twenty or so feet off the ground. She realized right away why this was a problem; everyone could see her clearly.

“Oh my god, that super-chick has a big…!”

“Who is that? She’s so huge!”

“Jeez, somebody get that cow back to the dairy!”

She blushed and tears welled up in her eyes. Doing her best to pick up speed, she was soon soaring up the side of Lois’ building and landing on her balcony. Lois worked from home some days—and a quick check with X-ray vision confirmed she was in the second bedroom, her home office. Superslut knocked on the glass door and waited.

“Clark, there’s some porn star out—oh my gosh,” Lois said, rounding the corner into the living room to see Superslut there at her door. She went to the glass door and unlocked it. “W-who are you?”

“It-it’s me, Lois,” Superslut told her.

“Clark?” she breathed, unable to believe her eyes.

The topheavy shortstack nodded unhappily.

She looked up at Lois, dismayed anew to find her fiancée was at least seven inches taller than she was now, putting Superslut’s eyes about level with Lois Lane’s boobs. They were nice boobs—a large B or smallish C and well-shaped—but it made talking with her very distracting.

“It’s… it’s a long story.”

And she told her longtime girlfriend/fiancée the truth—leaving out the sex, of course—about the events of the day.

Finally: “…so that’s what happened, Lois. Luthor’s pink kryptonite keeps changing me. I can’t take it off—I tried.”

Lois’ mind was reeling. It was a lot to take in, even for a woman whose boyfriend was the most powerful hero on Earth (or had been). “Oh, Clark. It flares up when you’re humiliated? Maybe you can try not feeling bad about this. It’s not your fault, and you know we’ll fix it.”

Superslut wiped her eyes. “But I-I can’t help being ashamed. I—oh no…”