The city of Metropolis glittered like a jewel beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows of the sleek, modern condo perched on its outskirts. Inside, the air was thick with tension, the kind that crackled like static before a storm. Ben Brown, once an unremarkable tech nerd, now sported a physique that could make Greek gods weep—muscles rippling under taut skin, a 12-pack that looked carved from marble, all thanks to a mysterious blue serum laced with Superman’s DNA. But with great power came... well, great embarrassment.
Four days had passed since Ben’s daring escape from the secret facility run by the sinister Sovereign, Henry Charles. Now, holed up in this safehouse condo with his powerful family and two newly minted girlfriends—SuperGirl and Power Girl—Ben was trying to navigate his new reality. And failing spectacularly.
He stood in the center of the open-plan living room, sweat beading on his brow, as SuperGirl—Kara, with her golden hair and piercing blue eyes—hovered a few inches off the ground, arms crossed over her iconic red-and-blue suit. Her gaze was sharp, amused, and just a little predatory.
“Focus, Ben,” she barked, her voice carrying the authority of someone who’d punched asteroids for fun. “You’ve got X-ray vision now. Use it to see through that wall, not through... other things.”
Ben’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “I’m trying, Kara. I swear. It’s just—uh—it’s hard to control. Like, really hard.” He winced at his own choice of words, especially given the other side effect of the serum: spontaneous climaxes that hit him like a freight train at the worst possible moments.
Kara’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Oh, I can see that. But if you don’t get a grip, you’re gonna burn a hole through something you shouldn’t. Or someone.” She floated closer, her tone dripping with playful menace. “And trust me, I’m not cleaning up that mess.”
Ben swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the wall she’d pointed at. He squinted, trying to focus, but his vision slipped—straight through Kara’s suit. The image of her toned, flawless body burned into his retinas before he could slam his eyes shut. “Oh, crap. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”
Kara burst into laughter, landing with a soft thud and sauntering over to him. “Relax, rookie. I’ve had creepier guys try to sneak a peek. But you? You’re like a puppy tripping over its own paws. Adorable, but pathetic.”
Before Ben could stammer out another apology, Power Girl—Karen, with her platinum blonde hair and a suit that left little to the imagination—strode in from the kitchen, a smirk playing on her full lips. “What’s this I hear about peeking? Ben, you little perv. Can’t keep your eyes to yourself for five seconds?”
Ben groaned, running a hand through his dark hair. “I’m not doing it on purpose! This serum is messing with me in ways I can’t even begin to explain.”
Karen arched a brow, her voice low and teasing as she stepped closer, her presence commanding. “Oh, I think I can guess. That bulge in your pants isn’t just super-strength, is it?” She tilted her head, her green eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ve got a hair-trigger problem, don’t you?”
Ben’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, if that was possible. “Can we not talk about this right now?”
Kara grinned, exchanging a look with Karen. “Oh, we’re definitely talking about this. Poor Benny can’t control his powers—or his urges. What are we gonna do with him, Karen?”
Karen tapped her chin, pretending to think. “Hmm. I say we give him a target. Something to... aim for.” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “How about me, big guy? Think you can handle letting off some steam without breaking the condo?”
Ben’s jaw dropped. “Wait, what? You’re serious?”
Karen’s smirk widened as she placed a hand on his chest, her touch firm and deliberate. “Dead serious. I’m not fragile, Ben. And I’m not asking. I’m telling. Let’s see if you can keep up.”
Kara chuckled, floating over to join them. “Oh, I’m not missing out on this. If Karen gets to play target practice, I want in too. But don’t think this is charity, Ben. You owe me for all the training. So, make it good.” Her tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument, as she poked him in the chest with a finger that could crush steel.
Ben’s head spun, his body already reacting to their proximity and their words. “I—uh—I don’t even know where to start. This is insane.”
Karen rolled her eyes, grabbing his chin and forcing him to meet her gaze. “Start by not overthinking it, genius. We’re in charge here. You just follow our lead. Got it?”
Before he could respond, the urge hit him like a tidal wave, and with a choked gasp, he stumbled back, barely keeping himself upright. Karen and Kara exchanged a look, their laughter filling the room as they watched him struggle.
“Wow,” Kara said, hands on her hips. “That was... fast. You really weren’t kidding about the hair-trigger thing.”
Ben groaned, mortified. “I’m so sorry. I can’t—”
“Stop apologizing,” Karen snapped, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. “You’ve got super-stamina now, right? Let’s see if that’s true. Bedroom. Now.”
Exhausted and overwhelmed, Ben retreated to the bedroom for a nap after their teasing, hoping to regain some semblance of control. But he’d barely closed his eyes when the door burst open, and Kara and Karen strode in, their suits already halfway off, revealing curves that could stop a speeding bullet.
“Nap time’s over, champ,” Kara declared, climbing onto the bed with a wicked grin. “You don’t get to hide from us.”
Karen smirked, shedding the rest of her suit with a casual flick of her wrist. “Yeah, Ben. We’re not done with you yet. Let’s see if you can handle both of us without breaking the bed—or yourself.”
Ben sat up, his heart pounding as he took in the sight of them, all confidence and raw power. “I’m gonna mess this up. I’ve got super-strength now, and I don’t know how to—”
Kara cut him off with a playful smack to his shoulder, hard enough to make him wince. “You’ll figure it out. And if you don’t, we’ll make you. Now, stop talking and start moving.”
What followed was a chaotic, heated tangle of limbs and laughter. Ben fumbled through his newfound strength, accidentally denting the headboard with a misplaced grip, earning a sharp “Watch it, clumsy!” from Karen, followed by a cackle from Kara. “You’re like a bull in a china shop, Ben. Focus!”
Their banter was relentless, their commands sharp and unyielding, as they guided him through the storm of sensation. Karen’s voice was a low growl in his ear, ordering him to keep up, while Kara’s teasing quips kept him on edge, her hands pinning his wrists with effortless strength. “Don’t you dare slow down, rookie. We’re just getting started.”
By the end, they were all breathless, sprawled across the bed, temporarily numb from the neck down from the sheer intensity of it all. Karen let out a satisfied sigh, nudging Ben with her elbow. “Not bad for a first-timer. But you’ve got a long way to go before you’re on our level.”
Kara smirked, propping herself up on one elbow despite the tingling in her limbs. “Yeah. Consider this round one, Ben. We’ve got plenty more chaos to unleash on you. And trust me, you’re gonna love every second of it.”
Ben groaned, a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration washing over him. “I’m not sure if I’m terrified or thrilled right now.”
Karen chuckled, her voice dripping with promise. “Good. That’s exactly where we want you.”
As the city skyline twinkled outside, the trio lay there, tangled in sheets and laughter, the air buzzing with the promise of more wild, erotic adventures to come. Ben might have escaped Sovereign’s clutches, but he’d just fallen into the hands of two women who were far more dangerous—and far more fun.
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