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| Super Lovers Story by Angela J. Editing by Steve Zink Episode 1 "The Beginning" "Legend tells of two super beings, one male and one female. Their powers were derived from their super suits and each other. The suits were designed for two lovers. The lovers, wearing their super suits, made love in order to temporarily obtain their super powers. Together they were invincible. Apart and alone, they would fail..." I quickly got bored with the comic book story line on the single piece of paper. It was not worth reading. I looked up from the sheet of paper to see the person who handed it to me. Mark and I had been roommates for a couple of months by then, and good friends since third grade. Along with Mark, my brother Jason and I spent so much time together growing up that Mark was practically my second brother. When Mark and I both decided to go the same college, we also decided to get an apartment together. For the most part, it was nice living with a friend. Since we were both new to the city and did not know anyone else, we spent a lot of time together. Most of the things that we did, I enjoyed doing. But Mark's fascination with comic books was beginning to tire me. When we were kids, we both enjoyed reading comic books and discussing various events and characters in them. However, I grew out of that phase as I got older. But Mark still enjoyed reading the childish stories. In the past, I did not mind humoring Mark by reading the stories and even talking about them. But I was in college now, and I wanted to do something a little more grown up. Mark spent too much time reading the garbage. "It looks like a fun story," I said. "But I'm in the mood to do something different. How about going to a club, and checking out the girls?" "It's more than a story, Tony," Mark said. "I know, its probably an epic saga, or something, but it's a nice day and..." I said. "You don't understand. It is more than a story, it's real," Mark countered. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "The super suits, I bought them," Mark responded. I knew that Mark could go a little crazy about superhero nonsense. He probably went to another one of those geek events known as comic book conventions, and spent a fortune. "How much did you spend this time?" I asked. "That's not important. I got the super suits!" Mark practically yelled. I looked at Mark with pity. He was a boy in a man's body. Oh well, I wasn't his parent. What else could I do? He was an adult, and if he wanted to waste his money on stupid outfits, well, let him. "Look, Mark, I'm sure these suits are interesting, but I'm not in the mood to talk about them right now. I'm going to get some beer. You're welcome to join...," I said. "Tony, just take a look at the suits first, okay?" Mark asked. "Maybe later," I said, and walked toward the door to our apartment. "You coming or not? "Naah. I want to try on the super suit," he said. "I'll see you later, then," I said, and walked out the door. *** The Big Elephant was usually a busy club at nighttime. It would be rocking with local music in about four hours. But that early, it was almost empty. A couple guys were playing pool, and a few more bland looking types were sitting in a booth. I almost left before I noticed three girls sitting outside in the patio area. The girls kept my interest. Thanks to my fake ID, I had no trouble getting a beer, and was soon sitting at a table next to the girls. Most of the girls in our college town were beautiful, and these three were no exception. If I could just get up enough nerve to ask a girl out, then I could spend less time with Mark and his comic books. I made a deal with myself. If one of the three smiled at me, I would approach them. What did I have to lose? I drank my beer as I faced the girls. The girl closest to me was facing away from me. She had beautiful, long black hair that reached all the way down to the seat of her chair. She wore a tank top and jeans. The girl sitting across from her had nice tits, and short blonde hair. She wore a tight shirt and skirt combination. The third girl had long blonde hair. She seemed a little too skinny for my tastes. I could barely see the outlines of her tits on her yellow shirt. "My favorite is Julius Caesar," said the girl with the long black hair. "It has more than just one main character, and the plot is something a common person can relate to." The girl with short blonde hair smiled. Was she smiling at me, or at her friend? Should I try to meet them? My heart beat fast as I considered my options. I knew that if I didn't take chances, I would be stuck with Mark and his stupid comics. I had to make a move. I would just wait for the right moment, and join in their conversation. Although I always found Shakespearean plays boring, I decided to pretend to like his work. I listened in on the girls' conversation, and heard the skinny girl say, "My favorite is Romeo and Juliet. Give me a love story any day." "Excuse me, are you girls talking about Shakespeare? I love his plays," I lied. "He is such a genius when it comes to word selection." The girl with the short blonde hair smiled and said, "We're just talking about our favorite Shakespearean plays. Do you have a favorite?" "I enjoy all of them, from comedies like Midsummer Nights Dream to tragedies like Hamlet and MacBeth," I said, "but if I had to pick one, I guess my favorite is Henry V. I enjoy reading about heroic characters." "That's my favorite, too," said the girl with the short blonde hair. She smiled at me, and said, "Aren't you in my 'Introduction to History' class?" I didn't recognize her from my class, but this was a golden opportunity, so I lied again, "Yeah." "My name is Susan," said the girl with the short blonde hair. "I'm Tony," I said in reply. Susan motioned me to join her group, and I happily sat next to her. The four of us spent a couple of hours talking about other authors and artists. As we talked, I started to really like Susan. Her smiles were intoxicating. Most of the time, when I spoke, I said things that I thought Susan would like to hear. After a while, I felt a connection between the two of us. Although the other two girls were still there, my attention was directed solely at Susan. I guess the other girls got annoyed when I agreed with what Susan was saying for the fourth time. The brunette got up from the table, and said, "We have to get back." The skinny girl quickly agreed, and got to her feet. Susan reluctantly got up from her chair. Susan then smiled, and asked, "What are you doing this Saturday?" "I don't have any plans," I answered. "Great, come to our party. I live at the Liberty Co-op, and we're throwing a party. Do you know where that is?" she asked. The Co-op was near my apartment. "Sure," I said. "Then I'll see you at around seven this Saturday." "Okay," I said, and smiled with happiness as Susan and her friends left the club. It looked like I had made at least a friend, and if I played my cards right, I may even get a girlfriend. I walked back to my apartment in a state of joy, thinking about Susan and her smile. *** As soon as I entered my apartment, Mark startled me by suddenly stepping in front of me. His facial expression was that of a mad man. "What do you think?" he asked. "About what?" I asked. "The super suit. I'm wearing it," Mark said. He looked normal. He wore a normal looking shirt, pants, sox and shoes. Somehow, I expected to see him with a mask and possibly a cape. "That's the costume?" I said. "It looks normal." "Looks can be deceiving," he said, "and I already feel a little stronger. But to get the full effect, the other suit must also be utilized." "You're crazy," I said. As I attempted to push him away, in a friendly manner, I felt the muscles on his chest. I didn't know that he was this muscular. He seemed taller, too. I couldn't put my finger on it, but he also looked a little different in other ways. Well, it must be the beer. "I'm sure it's all your imagination," I said. "You don't believe me?" he said, looking rather sad. "I don't believe in superheroes," I said. "Hey, at least it doesn't look weird. You can wear that, and look normal. In fact, you look pretty good in it." "Thanks," Mark said as he smiled. His close proximity and his smile made me feel a little awkward. "Hey, move out of the way, I'm feeling a little sleepy from the beer, and I want to take a nap," I said. After Mark stepped aside, I walked into my room, took off my clothing, and headed straight for bed. Soon after I laid down on the bed, I fell asleep. *** "Oh my God!" Mark's loud expression suddenly woke me up. He was in my room. "What the fuck?" Mark never entered my room while I was sleeping before, and his presence startled me. But this concern was replaced by a bigger worry. Despite the fact that I said those words, I heard a feminine voice. "You even sound like a female!" Mark said. Mark's words fully woke me up, and I jumped out of my bed. As I jumped up, I felt my hair touch my face and my tits jiggle. When I looked down, I saw a woman's body with tits and everything. "What the fuck?" I heard a female voice again. "It works," said Mark. "The second suit works!" I looked at the clothing that I was wearing. It was a blouse, skirt, and flat sandals combination. It looked like normal clothing. Or did it? Somehow, I was wearing, at the same time, something right out of a comic book. A tight, skimpy outfit, complete with mask, gloves, and stiletto heeled boots was in the background, barely visible. Mark's clothing also had a dual look. He was still wearing his shirt and pants, but if I looked carefully, I could also see a costume that a superhero would wear. "What the fuck?" I said again in my definitely feminine voice. "Fascinating, the suits must have a disguise factor," Mark said. "If we want to look like superheroes, we can put our suits in superhero mode, and it looks like a super suit. But if we want to blend in more, our outfits look like normal, everyday clothing. Only the people wearing the suits can see the suits in both modes at the same time. The mode that is in the dormant stage appears in the background." At that time I was more concerned about my body. The scary thing was that my body looked good in both feminine outfits. "What have you done to me?" I asked. "Nothing," said Mark. "Nothing permanent, anyway. I had to test the second suit, and I didn't trust anyone else to keep the secret. Since you wouldn't put it on voluntarily, I waited until you fell asleep. When I was certain that you were asleep, I put it on you." "You mean the suit turned me into a female?" I asked. "Not any female, but a Super Lover Girl," he said. I looked at the clothing in disgust. It had robbed me of my manhood. "Take it off me!" I yelled. "Don't worry, the changes are temporary, unless you wear it continuously for more than twenty-four hours," Mark said. "Take it off!" I yelled again, as I attempted to rip the clothing off. "I can't," he said. "Only you can take it off. It's a super suit. No one can force it off, or damage it. Not only that, you can't get hurt or harmed while wearing it. Isn't it fantastic? You look great in..." "How do I take it off?!" I yelled again. "Just take it off, like any other clothing," he said. "Since it seems to be in the civilian mode, take the blouse and skirt off." I did as instructed. I first removed the blouse, and found my unfettered tits underneath. Taking the blouse off didn't change me back. I started to panic. I quickly removed my skirt, and found myself naked in front of Mark. "I haven't changed back!" I yelled. "You have to remove all of it, including the sandals," stated Mark, staring at my naked body. I quickly removed the sandals, and finally changed back to my normal self. Still naked, I grabbed my dick and balls and was reassured to know that they were still there. Once relieved that I was back to being my normal male self, I focused my attention on my roommate. "You jerk," I said, as I punched Mark on the face. Despite my best efforts to hurt him, he didn't even flinch. My fist, on the other hand, felt like I had punched steel rather than skin. I grabbed my hand in pain and said, "You had no right, putting that suit on me and turning me into a female." "You're right," he said. "I will never do it again without your permission. I just had to see if it worked." I still wanted to kick his ass, but learned from my last experience that it would only get me hurt. "You are such a dick, sometimes," I said as I walked past him and out of my room. I thought about leaving the place, but the experience shook me severely, and I needed time to relax a little before stepping out. I sat on the sofa and tried to relax, but my memory of me as a woman kept coming back. The more I thought about it, the more I became angry and ashamed at the same time. If I was going to relax, I was going to have to get my mind off the weird transformation. In order to forget what had happened, I turned on the television. The ten o'clock news was on, and a reporter was talking about a fire. According to the reporter, a fire started at the Liberty Co-op. 'Oh no,' was my first thought. 'Not the Liberty...' The reporter then said that one girl was missing, and that the firemen believed that she was still in the building. The anchor asked for the girl's name, and the reporter said that the firemen didn't release that information. What if it was Susan? I knew that I didn't know her very well, but I felt a connection. And at that time, I would have done anything to save her. Because I was so preoccupied with the news, I didn't notice Mark coming into the living room. "I can save her, with your help," said Mark. "What?" I asked. "The suits can give me the power to save her," he said. "Mine can give me superhuman strength of body and mind." "Then go save her," I said, noticing that he was still wearing the suit. "You don't understand," he said. "The super suits work together. I need another person to wear the female suit." "No way..." I was beginning to say, when I was stopped by the next bit of news. The reporter said that the firemen were now certain that a girl was stuck in the building. While fighting the fire, the firemen heard screams and coughs. Unfortunately, the fire was too strong to attempt immediate rescue. At that time, the firemen were attempting to slow down the fire first, before a rescue attempt could be made. The fear was that the girl would die before they could get to her. What if Susan was trapped in the building? "I can save her, with your help," Mark said again. "All right," I said. I followed Mark's instructions, and put the suit on my body once again. I put the blouse and skirt on, and did not notice any changes, but when I put the sandals on, I suddenly became a woman again. Although I closed my eyes during the transition, I could not mistake the sensations that followed. My tits and ass grew out of nothing, while my dick and balls disappeared, and their place appeared a pussy. "I put the suit on for you, now go save the girl," I pleaded. "I can't just yet," he said. "You need to charge up the suit." "How do I do that?" I asked. "The super suits are charged up by the wearers' sexual acts." "What?!" I said, disgusted at what he'd said. "I am definitely stronger with the suit, even on empty. And you are definitely beautiful with the suit on, even on empty. But in order to get the full effect, the suits must be charged up. The only way I can save that girl is to be a super human. For me to have superhuman strength, we must make love. I am not asking you to spread your legs or to give me a blow job," he said. "Just jack me off." As he said the last words, he pulled out his dick from his pants. It looked gigantic. I wondered if his suit had any effect on the size of his dick. When I didn't touch his dick, despite his urges, Mark yelled, "We're running out of time. Do you want me to save the girl, or not?" At his words, I swallowed my pride and grabbed his dick with both hands. To my shame, I instantly knew what techniques would work best on his dick. I knew just where to touch, and how much pressure to apply. As he fucked my delicate small hands, I knew that I was pleasuring him. I guess my suit gave me that feminine knowledge and ability. He moaned with pleasure with every stroke of my hands. With desperation and thoughts of saving my lovely Susan, I stroked his dick with loving care. My hands worshiped his dick for several minutes. My effort was finally rewarded, when he exploded. His load landed on my tits. I looked with fascination as the sperm was absorbed into my clothing and my skin. It just disappeared into me. As my body swallowed the male liquid, I felt my suit charge up. I knew then that I had some power that I did not possess before. Mark quickly put his dick back in his pants, and ran out of the apartment. I sat there watching the television, in fear of what may happen to the girl in the building, and feeling sick at what I had just done. Soon after Mark left my apartment, he arrived at the scene of the fire. I watched the television, as he ran past the yelling firemen. They were attempting to stop this madman from entering the building. But Mark was too fast for them. After only a few seconds, Mark exited the building, holding Susan in his arms. The crowd, including some of the firemen, applauded and cheered. Mark handed Susan to some paramedics, and ran away. The amazed news reporter recounted over and over how this mysterious hero came from nowhere. In an interview, Susan revealed that she did not remember what happened. One of the paramedics said that Susan was going to be all right. After hearing the good news, I started to remove the humiliating suit. But I remembered the strange sensation that I felt as my body took in Mark's sperm. I didn't feel stronger, but at same time, I knew that I had some type of power that I didn't have before. I became curious, and decided to test my powers. When I attempted to lift the sofa, I learned that super strength was not one of my powers. I tried to fly, and fell on my plump ass. My attempt to see through the walls also failed. While I was continuing to test the suit, Mark returned to the apartment. He looked exhausted. "Are you all right?" I asked. "I'm fine, but that was a close one. Before I reached the exit, I could feel my strength fading. There was a possibility that I could have failed my first mission. The suit would have prevented any injuries to me, but the girl could have been killed if I had lost my strength sooner. My theory is that different sexual contact charges up the suit with different amounts of power. I wonder what oral and vaginal sex will do? Next time we can't afford to risk a premature loss of power," he said, while looking directly at me. "Look, buddy, there is no next time," I said. "I only did it this time to save that girl. So if you want someone to charge up your suit again, then you'd better find another partner." Mark smiled. "Okay, okay, calm down. It wasn't so bad, was it? Besides, if you hate the suits so much, why are you still wearing yours?" he asked. "I was just curious about what powers this suit gave its wearer, that's all," I declared. "Your suit gives you the power of metamorphosis," he said. "Meta-what?" I asked. "The power to change shapes," he said. I wanted to see if what Mark was saying was true. I quickly walked into the restroom, and faced the mirror over the sink. The image in the mirror portrayed a very beautiful red head. Her tits were okay, but could have been bigger. As I thought about bigger tits, my tits suddenly started to grow. Amazingly, the clothing also expanded to watch the growth on my tits. Once I stopped thinking about the tits, my tits stopped growing. I thought that this body would look nice with blonde hair, and then my hair slowly changed colors. Then I wondered if I could change anything other than my body and hair. I wondered if I could actually change the shape of my clothing. I thought about the suit's other image. It was a suit a heroine would wear. As I thought about it, my blouse, skirt, and sandals dropped into the background, and a tight-fitting bodysuit, which left little to the imagination, came to the fore. My sandals changed to boots, and a mask and gloves appeared from thin air. In the super suit, my huge tits and the lack of the bulge between my legs clearly showed that I was now a female. Then I wondered if I could change myself into a guy, and tried to do it, but before anything could happen, my powers faded. When I asked Mark whether I could change myself into a guy, he volunteered to have sex with me so that I could get my power back, and attempt the change. I slapped his face and began to cry. "I am never doing anything sexual with you or any other man again," I declared, and started to remove my clothing. Once the tight bodysuit, mask, gloves, and boots were off my body, it turned back into the blouse, skirt, and sandals, and I changed back into myself. After changing back, I wondered why I cried. Sure, the events that had occurred were traumatic, but I was a guy inside. And a guy never cries. I feared that the suit changed more than the wearer's body, and vowed to never again wear it, no matter what. |