David was one of those guys who had 'diverse' hobbies.

Meaning he'd hyperfocus on one thing for a while, collect a lot of obscure tools and supplies, and then wander off to something new before wandering back to it later.

Catherine was making him go back to old things and rediscover them. Not by being pushy, she'd just ask "hey what's this?" And suddenly he was back in it.

He really couldn't remember why he had the shiny colored fabric. He knew he had been curious about Super costumes, how they worked, but for the life of him he couldn't remember the end goal.

An offhanded comment about how, back when Catherine was knocking over banks and armored cars, she called herself 'Slingshot' but never wore one, had him quickly breaking out the thermal blades and microbraiders.

He made seven of the tiny double loops of fabric, skimpy V-shaped slings, and matching tiny masks to circle her eyes, all seven colors of the rainbow. She had a big enough kinky shoe collection to get seven matching sets of heels, and for nearly a week Catherine was prancing around out in public in the skimpiest Super outfit that had ever been seen.

But the bug had bit him, and he was working again. He was peering through a magnifying lens, working with long-handled tools with tiny pivots, carefully trimming out tiny little scraps of the bulletproof, fireproof, bombproof, infinitely elastic fabric, rolling long strips of it into long thin cords. It was shimmery and gleaming and it flashed through all the bright colors of the rainbow as it shifted. She would look amazing.

Catherine called his name as she trotted in. "What... What were THESE for?" she was asking.

David looked up. She was carrying two jiggling transparent spheres.

"Oh! Oh, I tried setting up a Hydroponics bed for growing fruit. That's water-engorged Sodium Polyacrylate. I guess if you... Forget... They get... Really big..." he trailed off.

The water beads had really swollen up. She had a pair nearly ten inches across. She was holding them against her chest.

She was red in the face, grinning wide and giggling.

... Well she DID say she wanted to explore the odd ways her stretching powers worked.



The metal plate had been meant as a backboard for holding circuit boards when he had toyed with electronics, but it was the side pegs that he needed right now. For winding up excess cable when working on... Whatever.

Caroline was breathing hard and giggling, flat on her back on the aluminium plate, spread-eagled like a mad scientist's experimental victim. He had to keep her from squirming, so David had pulled her arms and legs through the winding pegs and stretched them, wrapping them around and around and around.

She probably had six foot long arms and legs at this point, but she was mostly still. Still enough.

He tightened the side bolts to keep his workpiece in place, then started pushing the probes into place. Her tits were soft and wobbly, so it took a few tries to get the tiny ball-tipped probe to stay in the dimple of her nipple as he drove it as deep as he dared.

Her elastic flesh squashed and stretched as he pushed that tiny faint dimple deeper and deeper inside her breast, making Catherine moan. She squirmed and writhed on the table as he pushed the second probe deep into her other breast.

Carefully, carefully he pressed down on the actuator, making the probes expand, dividing into three prongs to open her nipple wider. Just wide enough to get the biting little teeth of the rheostats in there, ratcheting the locking foreceps down on the lip of her stretched nipple.

She let out a screech as it clamped down on her flesh, and he nearly aborted right then. But she suddenly laughed and squealed, eyes wide and wild like her grin, gasping and wheezing as she eyed the next pair in his hands.

"... You are KINKY." David mock-scolded, and slid one jaw of that one up into her dripping pussy, clamping it down hard over her rubbery clit.

Caroline shrieked and thrashed and came hard, then slumped back against the slab.



She didn't know how long she had been out, but David tapping something metal against the forceps clamped on her cunt made her jolt awake.

There were tools clamped to bars clamped to frames all over the place in front of her. Forceps and probes and a few rounded hooks had the flesh of her breasts stretched thin and open and gaping.

David watched her as he reached inside her breast, watched all the wild chaos of emotions in her eyes as he ran a fingertip against the deep red flesh, caressing the INSIDE of her tit.

She didn't faint, but she managed only a tiny little "... Oh..." as her cunt spasmed, and she squirted against the slab table again.

"Amazing, the things we can endure..." David mused, as he brought over a bowl.

Two of the forgotten hydroponics water beads were there. He'd gone through the mess of the forgotten project and picked out a perfectly matched pair, absolutely spherical, a full foot across. Lifting one with both hands, he dropped it into Catherine's gaping nipple.

She gasped and wheezed, eyes wild as the cold, slimy thing slopped and wobbled into her flesh, then yelped again as the second bounced into her chest.

David released the clamp on her cunt first, the sudden release of that pressure as intense as when it first bit down. Her eyes rolled and lolled about, and her breath was ragged as he eased off the tension in the flesh retractors in her tits.

She closed up perfectly, her nipples trying to shrink back to size much more strongly than the rest of her breasts. They were swollen teats, nearly the size of David's pinkie fingertips, but they capped taut, firm breasts more than a foot across. They'd be pretty damn big on a normal sized woman. Heck, they'd be considered huge even on a normal-height Super, he thought, while unwinding Catherine's arms and legs from the pegs.

She lay there, moaning for a long moment, then pushed off the slab to stand up.

On two foot tall Catherine, they were comically huge tits. The upper curve rose nearly as high as the top of her head, the bottom below her broad hips. She giggled as she peered through her own cleavage, struggling to see. A little odd, she didn't struggle to stand, strutting across the table with only a slight backward lean.

"... Oh god, these are PERFECT..." she moaned, rubbing her hands around the massive breasts. She couldn't reach her nipple normally, but she flicked and whirled her arm in a circle to make it stretch out, and slapped her elastic arm against her massive breast to whip her hand around the curve, moaning and giggling as her tiny hand kneaded her throbbing teat.

David slid the other tray over. "I was working on this, but I don't think..."

Catherine giggled and squealed, snatching up the iridescent, rainbow- shimmering fabric. She slid her feet into the boots, balanced on the towering two-inch stilettos that cranked her feet up on tiptoe, just like she liked it. Smoothing the fabric up her legs, it clung and adhered in perfect Super shrinkwrap, just as stretchy as herself, guaranteed not to shift in the slightest.

Boots right up to her crotch, gloves over her shoulders, and an oversized double-diamond mask that stretched low over her cheeks and disappeared in her hairline, the carefully fitted eyeholes making her eyes shining blank white.

"Oh... Oh, David, it's PERFECT..." she breathed, slowly pirouetting to look herself over in the polished slab, the skimpy stringy slingkini forgotten on the tray. "Oh, oh, oh thank you..." She bit her lip, and cranked her head back to look up and backwards, a bit upside down as she grinned up at him.

"Maybe I'll switch and go Heroing like this..." She leered, wagging and slapping her naked little ass, giant tits wobbling.

"Maybe we should give them a test run first..." David murmured, watching her wriggle and wobble, dancing on the desk as he held up his phone. She didn't notice him clicking and tapping. "Hmm... Powerbomb isn't an active handle..." he murmured, filming her squirming and dancing and laughing.

New mask. New identity. Nobody would see Caroline, or even Slingshot. With the new mask, she was Powerbomb.

Caroline giggled as she waved David to the couch. She didn't seem to notice him setting it on its stand, watching him peel off his shirt and his jeans distracted her from him angling the shot to frame him from navel to knees when he laid down.

Powerbomb took a couple prancing steps, hopped, skipped, then slammed her massive tits on the counter, bouncing high into the air to land gracefully on his chest. She strutted down his body, massive tits swaying as she trotted to his crotch, and cupped her hand on the top of his cock as she circled around the massive meaty tower.

Eighteen inches of dick for a twenty four inch woman. God, there's nothing quite like ludicrous excess.

She had to turn sideways, reaching back a bit as she teased her fingers around the very tip of his giant cock, made him gasp and grunt as she dipped a tiny finger inside the slit and teased, making great globs of clear fluid drool out. Perfect. Her gloves were waterproof and stainproof and practically everything-proof, so she didn't hesitate to smear the globs of lubricant all over his shaft, scooping up dollops to smear and shine up her cavernous cleavage.

This is what she wanted to give him, really. Something more his size. She knelt down on his thighs and wrapped her heaving tits around his cock, finally a set of breasts properly sized to give him the titfuck he deserved.

David grunted and groaned as his fists clenched, glancing at his phone as it zoomed in and framed Powerbomb wobbling her giant tits side to side, bouncing them up and down. It felt... Oh god it felt amazing. Nobody had ever let him try before, and now Caroline had basically demanded he lie back and let her fuck him with her cleavage.

She squeaked and squealed as her bouncing made his cock bounce back and forth, wetly slapping against her face. It was such an incredible sensation, he was starting to snort and grunt like an animal, his throbbing dick spurting glob after glob of clear fluid out, oozing over Powerbomb's flouncing, wobbling tits and smearing across her face.

She was panting and wheezing herself, rubbing her messy face against the throbbing head of his cock, laughing happily as her hips wriggled and ground against the underside of his cock.

Somehow, David held out until the tiny Heroine let out a wobbly wail, felt her little hips grinding against his cock, squirting her wet heat against his twitching dick. It was when she pressed her face against the underside of his cockhead and kissed that he finally went off, squirting thick jets high above her to rain down over her head and tits.

She squeezed in just right, pinching his urethra just a little, making his eruption slow to a shallow ooze, laughing and kissing below the crown of his cock as thick gobs of his cum rolled out and flooded down over her head, bucketfuls of white slime oozing over her tiny form.

She wrapped her arms under her breasts, lifting and spreading the monster globes, letting his slackening cock droop and flop from between her cum-slicked tits. She laughed happily, licking great gobs off her face, swallowing loudly as more goo oozed down from her hair and fill in the sheet of cum on her face.

She blinked when she heard the camera-shutter sound from David's phone, heard the canned applause as the confetti flooded down the screen.

For a moment, the frizzy-haired lanky nerd was there, in her head, horrified in the locker room as the cheerleaders cackled and snapped pictures of her gawky, bony body.

No. She was Caroline, she was a Super. She was inhumanly beautiful, she had been almost unstoppable as Slingshot, and now PowerBomb's public debut was her happily flaunting her enormous tits drenched in thick sheets of cum.

For over five million viewers on SuperSluts.

God her life was AMAZING now.

PowerBomb kissed her messy palm, then blew the kiss at the camera, giggling and smiling and cocking her head as the screenshot sound tripped over and over.

Then she turned from the lens, and pointed a finger at David's offscreen face.

"YOU are MEAN, you naughty boy," she teased, just before the livestream ended.