Saturday, June 9, 2012


Story by Barry | Previous Chapter

Chapter 11:    The Calm Before the Storm
            It had been four days since her transformation and Meg and Barry had been hanging out at the cabin.  So far, Meg had discovered she had the following super powers:  insane strength, invulnerability (she had actually made Barry shoot her with his uncle’s shot gun, the bullets bouncing harmlessly off), telepathy and mind reading, telekinesis (which allowed her to move things with her mind and fly), super speed, super eyesight, super hearing, improved intelligence, and massive muscles.
            And yesterday, she had discovered a new one.  She had super breath.  Well, she sort of had super breath.  She couldn’t freeze things with her breath like Superman, but using her diaphragm, which was just as enhanced as the rest of her muscles, she could blow wind out of her mouth at tremendous speeds. She was able to knock over a few trees when she blew hard.
            Of course, being so big and strong had some disadvantages.  One of them was that she barely fit into the shower.  And the water, even though it was running as hot as it could, was simply not hot enough for her to feel.  While she had adjusted to her new height now, the cabin was full of evidence to the contrary.  Several of the door frames had huge chunks missing from the top where her head had smashed through.  Plus, there were mangled door knobs all over the house.  And while she had been careful with walking around, the house also had several places where she had smashed the floor by simply walking.  Meg found if she used her flight powers, she could control her footfalls and not shake the Earth.
            Currently, Meg was sitting on the couch (best she could) watching TV.  Barry had gone to the small town near the cabin to get food and other supplies.  Meg was wearing a large bed comforter as a toga.  She hoped Barry would be able to find something in town that fit her.
            She had never really liked the news, but the news had never been about her.  For the fourth day, her exploits had been the top story.  This time, there was a news crew out at the hill she had lifted.  Apparently, when she dropped the mountain, it had caused a 3.4 magnitude earthquake.  The reporter was baffled as to what happened.  Geologist opined that the earthquake had shaken the hill loose and caused the huge crack in the ground.  No one could explain the massive foot prints though.
            Meg smiled.  She remembered the first story.  It, too, was about an earthquake in town.  Apparently, when she was running, she was using enough force to cause a small, 1.7 magnitude earthquake.  Once again, no one could explain the huge footprints.  Or how the construction site was completely destroyed.  Or why there were finger prints in the steel at the construction site.  Or why there were toe prints in the steel at the construction site.  Meg smiled again at the thought.
            And it wasn’t just TV.  A few days ago, Barry purchased some papers.  On the local paper, she was front page news.  More amazing though, was that she had made national news.  On page 7A of USA Today, there was a story of the unexplained phenomenon and footprints caused by her.
            “I will have to make a scrapbook,” she thought as she switched the TV channels.
            Meg knew she couldn’t hide out forever and, at some point, she was going to have to come clean.  Chances are, her work had already figured out she was the one who had figured out Project G.O.D. and then used it on herself.  She had left her cell phone and car at work.  Plus there had been agents in her apartment, which meant the government was now probably involved.  She didn’t like the thought of that.
            And then there was her name.   She just wanted to go by Meg, but Barry was insistent she call herself something else.  They had made a list of names.  Meg reached out and gently picked up the list and read it over.
1.     Super Meg
2.     Wonder Meg
3.     Supreme Meg
4.     Mega Meg (this one always made her laugh)
5.     Mega Woman
6.     Super Woman
7.     Muscle Woman
8.     Ultra Girl (or woman)
9.     The Goddess, or Goddess Meg (Barry had suggested this one)
10.  Power Woman

The list continued.  They had thought about simply “Supergirl” but were pretty sure that was trademarked.  Barry, who was an attorney, had thought of that angle.  She had amazing super powers, but she wasn’t impervious to a trademark lawsuit.
And then there was her costume.  Once again, Meg wanted to keep it simple but Barry had other ideas.  They had made a few drawings, some with capes (which she wasn’t a huge fan of) and some without.  All of them were very tight fitting and showed off her massive muscles.  “Why did every comic book heroine wear such skimpy outfits?” Meg wondered.  Anyway, she didn’t really care as she liked showing of her now massive muscles.  Plus, neither she nor Barry could sew, so hopefully he could find some large normal cloths and when she went public, she could have someone make an outfit for her.
Going public.  She had given it considerable thought.  Barry was right, many people would probably be afraid of her power.  Others might actually worship her, a thought which intrigued her.  She knew she wanted to do some good.  She had always dreamed that if she ever did get amazing powers, she would help people.
To that end, Meg had been on the internet a lot since she got to the cabin.  Using her vast intelligence, Meg found she could read at an increased rate.  And that she remembered everything she read, word for word.  She was pretty sure she had figured out a cure for a few diseases, or, at the very least, that she could be helpful in finding cures.
However, before she did all of that, she would really have to settle on a name.  She looked at the list again and sighed when her super hearing picked up Barry’s uncle’s truck heading back to the cabin.
A few minutes later, Barry walked in.  “Hey,” he said as he walked over to the muscled up super human.
“Hey,” she said as she put the list down.  He looked at it.
“Make any decisions?” he asked.
“No, not really,” she said.
“Well, you know what I think…Goddess Meg,” he said.
She smiled.  “I know, I know,” she said.  “So, find anything good in town?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said.  “I went to Wal-Mart and got the largest clothes I could find.  Sorry, the women’s stuff was too small so all I could get were men’s clothes.  Here,” he said handing her a bag.  She opened it, pulled out the clothes and sighed.
“This stuff is really awful,” she said.
“Well, it was meant for really fat people, not really muscular and super people,” he said.
“True,” she said as she pulled out a grey sweatshirt which had an Indianapolis Colts logo on it.  “But I am not a Colts fan,” she said.
“Weird.  Here we are in California, and yet, I couldn’t find anything with the Chargers on it,” he said.
“Okay, turn around,” she said.  He did.  Meg undid the blanket toga and pulled over the sweatshirt.  It barely fit over her massive chest and hung half way down her mighty abdominal muscles.  She next took out a black pair of sweat pants and pulled them on.  They were beyond skin tight and only came down slightly past her knee.
“Okay, you can turn around,” she said.
Barry did and laughed.
Meg shot him a look.  “Laugh it up shrimp, you’re lucky I don’t break you in half for this,” she said smiling.
“Don’t I know it,” he said.
With a flex, Meg’s biceps burst out of the sweatshirt.  A slight flex of her thighs burst the legs out of the sweat pants.  “That’s better,” she said.
Barry laughed again.  “Pretty cool,” he said.  He walked over to the kitchen and began putting the food away.
Meg walked toward s the kitchen and stopped.
“You hear that?” she asked.
Barry looked up.  “I doubt I can hear a tenth of what you can,” he said.
“I know, but, it sounds like trucks, big trucks,” she said.
“Really?” Barry said.  “I didn’t see anything in town.  Are they getting closer?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said as she walked over to the door.  She opened it and using her super eyes, she looked down the road.  A convoy of military vehicles was heading towards the cabin.
“That isn’t good,” she thought as she closed the door and walked back into the kitchen.
Barry looked over at her, for the first time since she had become a Goddess, she looked concerned.
“What, what did you see?” he asked.
“Military trucks.  Heading this way,” she said.
“Military trucks?” Barry repeated.  “You sure?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Well, do you, you think we need to get out of here?  Fly away?” he asked.
“I don’t know.  I mean, no matter where I go, they will find me.  They probably used satellites to find me.  Damn!” she said.  “I wasn’t ready to go public just yet,” she said.
“Oh, I hear them now,” Barry said.
Meg started walking towards the door.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Going to talk to them.  Maybe if I explain I am not a threat, they will….” She stopped mid-sentence.
“Get down!” she yelled as she turned and covered Barry.  A few seconds later the glass next to the front door broke and a canister flew in.  It tumbled into the den, landing next to the fireplace.  It started letting off smoke.
“What the fuck are they doing?” Barry asked as he began coughing.
Meg slowly stood up.  The smoke was affecting her, but not as badly as it was Barry.  Using her new super breath, Meg gently blew towards the smoke bomb, blowing the smoke out the opened windows.  After a few seconds, the room was clear.
Barry slowly stood up.  Cough cough.  “Thanks,” he said through watery eyes.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said still coughing.  “You?” he asked and then realized how dumb the question was.  “Of course you are okay,” he said.
Meg turned back to the door.  “Stay here Barry,” she said.
“You still going to go talk to them after that?” he asked.
“Something like that,” Meg said as she flew out the front door.

Chapter 12:    The Storm
            Agent Stevenson looked through his binoculars.  He was in a jeep a great distance from the cabin.  A convoy of several Humvees were hundreds of years ahead of him.  He thought it best to direct the attack from the rear.
They had made a perfect shot, placing the smoke bomb inside the house.  Then something odd happened.  He saw the smoke blow out the back of the house, as if some great force had pushed it out.  He took his binoculars down.
            “Huh,” he said aloud.  He got on the radio.  “Attention men, the smoke bomb was ineffective.  Target not neutralized.  Move to plan beta,” he said.
            “Sir,” the radio crackled.
            “Go ahead,” he said.
            “We have a…a….” the voice stammered.
            “Spit it out private,” Agent Stevenson said.
            “We have a woman…flying towards us,” he said.
            Agent Stevenson brought the binoculars to his eyes.  He didn’t believe what he was seeing.  In his view was a super large and muscular woman flying towards the front of the convoy.
            “Attention men,” he said into the radio.  “Target has gone hot.  Use of force is authorized,” he said.
            Meg flew towards the oncoming trucks.  She landed in the middle of the road and put her hands on her hips.  Using a super loud voice, she spoke.
            “Attention.  I am not a threat.  I simply want to talk.  Please stop and let me speak to who is in charge,” she boomed.
            “Ignore her,” Agent Stevenson said.  He knew he was going against protocol, but protocol be damned!  His orders were to try and negotiate with her to bring her in and, if unsuccessful, neutralize her. However, Agent Stevenson had already seen enough.  If she was even half as strong as her huge muscles made her look, she needed to be stopped.  Plus, she was freaking flying (he had no idea how she was doing that).
            “No,” he thought.  “One person shouldn’t have that much power,” he said aloud.
            Meg looked at the approaching Humvees.  They weren’t stopping.  While she was pissed they had sent gas into the cabin, she really did not want to hurt anyone.  However, she soon realized she was probably going to have to defend herself.  Using her mental powers, Megan thought about lifting one of the trucks into the air.
            Private Smith was driving the lead Humvee.  Suddenly, he felt the vehicle shake.
            “What…” he said aloud to his fellow soldiers.  “You all feel that?” he asked.
            “Yeah,” Sargent Russell answered.  “I did.   Did we hit a….” he didn’t finish.  He held on to the door handle as the Humvee began to slowly levitate into the air.
            “Whoa!” Private Smith exclaimed as he ironically held on to the steering wheel, knowing he was no longer in control.
            “What the fuck is happening Sarge?” he yelled fearfully.
            “I, I don’t know,” Sargent Russell answered.  He looked forward at the hugely muscled woman standing several hundred yards away.  “I, I think she is doing it!” he exclaimed.
            “Her?” Private Smith asked.  “How?” he asked.
            “I, I have no fucking idea,” he said as the radio buzzed to life.
            “You men okay?” Agent Stevenson asked.
            Sargent Russell picked up the CB.  “What the fuck do you think Agent?” he yelled into the receiver.  “This fucking bitch is using the god damned force to lift my vehicle up!”
            “No need for hysterics Sargent.  You will be down soon enough,” Agent Stevenson said as he switched CB channels to address the group.
            “Men, the target has displayed hostile behavior.  Open fire at will,” he ordered.
            Meg heard an unfamiliar sound coming from the vehicles.  She suddenly saw soldiers taking position on the tops of the Humvees.  They were arming their guns!
            “This should be interesting,” she thought.  She knew she was for sure invulnerable to shot guns, but these guns were much, much larger.
            “Well, no time like the present,” she thought as she gave diplomacy one last shot.
            “Please, gentlemen, I do not want any trouble.  And I do not want to hurt you.  I just want to…”
            RATTATAT!  The Humvees opened fire.  Meg watched as the bullets raced towards her, her super eyes making them feel like they were moving in slow motion.  Meg turned the Humvee she was mentally lifting upside down and placed it back on the ground.  She tensed her massive muscles and waited for the bullets to arrive.
            Agent Stevenson looked through his binoculars again, watching the bullets sail towards their huge target.  His draw dropped.  While the bullets tore holes in her clothing, once they hit her huge muscles, they simply bounced off.  He watched in awe as the 50 caliber bullets ricocheted off her tits, stomach, face, arms and legs and bounced harmlessly away like rain drops hitting a tin roof.
            Meg smiled.  “Huh, guess I am invulnerable,” she thought as she barley felt the spray of bullets covering her muscular body.  “I tried talking. Let’s see what some force will do,” she thought as she started walking towards the closest vehicle.
            The radio inside Agent Stevenson’s vehicle cracked to life.  “Bullets have no effect sir!” was repeated over and over.  “This fucking bitch is bulletproof!” one soldier said.  “She is coming towards us, grenade!  Use the fucking grenades!” a scared voice said.
            The Agent brought his binoculars back up.  On the lead Humvee he saw the soldier mounting the fifty caliber continue to fire.  Another opened the door and stepped out, pointing a rocket propelled grenade launcher at the approaching massive woman.
            POW! Was heard.  Agent Stevenson watched the grenade sail towards its menacing target.
            Meg saw the grenade coming and smiled.  She let it hit right between her massive tis.  BOOM!  It exploded, showering her with pieces of metal and covering her in a fireball.
            “Yes!” Agent Stevenson said aloud as he watched the grenade explode, engulfing the target.  However, his excitement was short lived.  As the fireball extinguished the target, to his utter shock and amazement, was still there.
            Meg had actually kind of enjoyed that.  She could feel the heat from the fire, as well as the exploding between her massive tits.  Not like it hurt or anything!  She looked up at the Humvee and smiled.
            “Don’t you boys know it’s not nice to shoot a lady with a grenade?” she teased.
            “Fucking A man, get us the fuck out of here!” the soldier who had just shot her with the RPG yelled to the driver.  The driver slammed the Humvee into reverse and began to back away.
            “Oh no you don’t!” Meg said as she accelerated and grabbed the front of the Humvee, easily crushing the armored plating with her fingers.  She easily held the vehicle in place.
            “You weak little boys may want to get out of the Humvee.  Super Meg plans on crushing it,” she said.
            The men looked at each other and then quickly opened the doors, jumping out of the vehicle and running away.
            Meg smiled again.  Using her single hand, she lifted the Humvee into the air above her head.  With a flick of her wrist, she sent the Humvee flying over the heads of the other soldiers, it disappearing from sight.
            Agent Stevenson gulped.  Dr. Forrest had been right.  This girl may very well be invulnerable and super strong.  He picked up the radio.  “Call in the choppers,” he commanded.
            Meg began walking towards the remaining Humvees as they uselessly continued to spray her with bullets and grenades.  Laughing, the Earth bound Goddess caught several grenades and let them explode in her mighty hands.  As if she was playing with toys, Meg grabbed Humvee after Humvee.  She let the soldiers exit the vehicles before crushing them to bits and stomping them into the ground.  She laughed hard as her huge foot print was molded into the metal of the top of one of the Humvees she had crushed into the ground using her mighty feet.
            She heard a sound and looked up.  Two Apache helicopters were approaching, their large guns firing.      
            THUD THUD THUD THUD! Was heard as the larger caliber bullets slammed into her harder than steel muscles.  They bounced harmlessly off her superior body.
            “That all you got?” she asked loudly.
            Agent Stevenson heard her taunt.  “Hellfire missiles.  NOW!” he commanded.
            Meg watched as four missiles began sailing towards her.  Meg proudly put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest.
            KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! The missiles found their target.  Agent Stevenson watched as a massive fireball engulfed Meg.  Even though he was still several hundred yards away, even he could feel the heat from the explosion.  Hoping against hope, he raised his binoculars and looked towards the target.
            “Impossible,” he said aloud.  While her clothes were now gone and her skin was black from the explosion, in a huge hole in the ground stood Meg.  Her hands still on her hips.  The missiles, just as everything else, had no effect.
            Meg dusted off her hands and looked at her body.  Other than being covered in soot, she remained unscathed.  She smiled again and looked at the helicopters as two more missiles came towards her.
            “Really?” she thought.  “You are just wasting good missiles,” she said aloud as she caught them in mid-air.  Effortlessly holding them, she crushed them to bits and let them fall at her massive feet.
            “You all were so sweet to send me two missiles, I should blow you a kiss!” she said aloud.  Putting her hand up to her red lips, Meg took in a deep breath and “blew” them a kiss.  SWOOSH!  A torrent of rapid air escaped her mighty lips.  She watched as the helicopters began to violently sway, unable to stay in one place against her massive gust of breath.  Soon they lost the battle and were blown several miles away.
            Meg turned her attention to the remaining vehicles.  Some were already empty, their occupants having wisely realized they were not match for this hyper muscular super Goddess.  The few brave soldiers that remained were still shooting her.  While it didn’t hurt AT ALL, it was starting to get annoying.  Raising her right foot, Meg slammed it to the ground.
            BOOM! The earth shook violently as a huge crack spread from her foot towards the vehicles.  The men in the gun torrents were shaken out of their perch, falling to the ground.  Of the five remaining Humvees, four slipped into the huge crack which formed from her mighty stomp.
            Even though he was still hundreds of yards back, Agent Stevenson held on to the dash as his vehicle violently swayed.  He had been in an earthquake once when he was stationed in San Francisco.  It had been violent, but this, the wave from her stomp, was ten times as intense.  With the Humvees all but gone, his air support negated, and his soldiers running away, Agent Stevenson had one weapon left.  And he prayed to God it worked.
            Meg walked over to the remaining Humvee, the ground shaking under her.  As she approached, the men got out and began running.
            “Not so fast,” she said a she mentally grabbed one of the soldiers and floated him over to her.  She mentally raised him so that they were eye level, his feet dangling a foot and a half off the ground.  For more intimidation, Meg flexed a huge bicep.
            “Why are you all here?” she asked.
            “Pr...Private First Class Anthony Merkle, serial number 334-687-99,” he repeated, doing as he was trained.
            Meg looked at him sternly.  “Listen up Private First Class Anthony Merkle.  Unless you want me to crush you into something smaller than a dime, you will answer me,” she threatened.
            He gulped in hard, once again repeating his name and number.
            “Fine,” Meg said as she used her mental abilities to search his brain.
            “What…what are you doing?” he gasped, feeling a strange force inside his head.
            “Hush,” she said.  Either by her will or his own, he immediately stopped talking.
            Meg searched his thoughts and memories.  They had been ordered to come and take her in, only using force if necessary.  Private First Class Anthony Merkle did not know what government entity had ordered the attack, but they were being led by an Agent Stevenson, an Agent John Stevenson.  He was located in a jeep, located approximately five hundred yards away.
            Meg dropped the soldier.  He fell in a heap at her feet.
            “P…please don’t hurt me, I…I have a family,” he stammered.
            Meg looked down at him.  For the first time since her transformation, she considered him a puny and weak mortal.  She felt total and utter superiority over him.  Shaking the thought from her head, Meg said, “I won’t hurt you Anthony.  Now, get up and go,” she said.
            “Yes ma’am!” he said as she stood up and ran off.  Meg looked down the road.  Using her super eyes, she spotted the jeep, and Agent Stevenson.
            Agent John Stevenson had watched the whole thing through is binoculars.  He saw Meg drop the soldier, say something to him and then let him go.  Suddenly, Meg seemed to disappear.  He brought the binoculars down and then back up to his eyes.  He felt the ground shaking again.  BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
            “What the fuck,” he said as he once again held on to the jeep.
            It suddenly stopped.  From behind he heard, “Hello John.  Thought I would run over here and say hi.”
            He turned around, behind him stood Meg, her massive arms crossed over her impressive chest.  He let out a slight gasp.
            “You look bigger in person Meg,” he said.
            “So I have been told,” she said as she picked up the back of the jeep and shook it.
            “Whoa!” he said as he fell out of the jeep on to the ground.  Meg walked over to him and gently put her foot on his chest.
            “Ommmfff” he gasped as the massive weight of her foot took his breath away.  He brought up his hands and grabbed at her huge toes.  “Ung,” he gasped, trying to move them.  However, he soon realized his attempts were less than feeble.
            “Might as well save your strength John.  You don’t have a hope in hell of moving that foot, let alone one of my toes.  They each can lift trillions of pounds,” she said.  “Probably more.  You are lucky I don’t crush you to a pulp,” she said.
            He stopped struggling and looked up at her.  “Did she say trillions?” he thought.
            “Yes, I said trillions John,” she said looking down at him.
            He laughed. “So, super strong and can read minds.  Guess that Project G.O.D really lives up to its name huh,” he said.
            “More than you realize,” she said as he applied a tiny amount of pressure.
            “Ung,” he gasped.
            “Now John, I don’t want to hurt you.  Now, I could just go into your head and get what I want.  However, you really kinda pissed me off so we will do this the old fashioned way.  Why are you here?” she asked.
            “Isn’t it obvious?” he said through clinched teeth.  “You, ung, said it yourself Meg.  Your t, toes can lift trillions of pounds.  Hell, your, ung, foot,” he said as he touched the massive foot on him, feeling its invulnerability, “Probably has more, ung, more strength than the entire United States combined.  You, fly, read minds, are, ung, apparently invulnerable to our weapons.  No one person should have, have that much, ung, much power.  Your existence Meg, is, ung, is a threat to national security,” he said.
            “But how do you know that?  You don’t know me.  You don’t know how I plan on using this amazing power,” she said slightly aggravated.  “I mean, if I was going to try and take over the government, don’t you think I would have done it by now?” she asked.
            “May, ung, maybe.  But I, and this, ung, this country, can’t take that chance,” he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a remote control.
            Meg laughed.  “Your guns, grenades and rockets had no effect on me John.  What you going to do with that remote control?  Make me watch reruns of Saved by the Bell?” she asked.
            “No, ung, Meg.  I am, ung, going to destroy you,” he said as he pressed a red button.
            “Ah!” she yelled as she grabbed her ears.  She quickly removed her foot and fell to her knees in pain, the ground shaking.
            John took in a deep breath and grabbed his rips.  He was going to be sore tomorrow.  He slowly stood up and walked over to the kneeling Meg.
            “Thought you might like that.  See, Doctor Forrest told us you were improved all over Meg.  Big muscles, super strength, probably invulnerable.  I thought about that and thought well, if she has all of that, I bet her hearing is improved as well.  Was I right?” he asked as he turned a knob on the device.
            Meg let out a scream which broke the windows on the jeep.
            “I will take that as a yes,” he said.  “You see, this little, remote control as you called it, is my new little toy.  I made it just for you.  I call it hyper sound.  See, it emits a high pitch frequency that us weak little humans can’t hear.  You, on the other hand, as a super woman, can.  From what I am told, it can be quite painful,” he said.
            Meg fell from her knees on to her side, still covering her hears.  The sound was like nothing she had ever heard before.  It felt like it was penetrating her skull.  Waves of pain and nausea rushed over her body.  It was paralyzing.  And it hurt.  Badly.
            “Meg, Meg, Meg,” he said as he walked around her.  “What was that about you crushing me?” he asked as he turned the knob again.  Meg groaned.
            “Pl...please…turn…turn it off,” she begged.
            “Hmmmm…naw, I don’t think so.  See, enough exposure to this, and it might prove fatal to you Meg.  You see, even as a Goddess, you can’t compete with the United States government Meg,” he said as he bent down next to her, close to her covered ears.  “We are in the business of bringing those who think they are Gods back down to Earth,” he said.
            Meg felt something sticky coming from her nose.  It was bleeding.  She was bleeding!  “Im…impossible,” she groaned.  She tried to get up, to grab the device but she couldn’t.  She couldn’t even bring herself to uncover her ears.
            John stood back up and walked back over to his damaged jeep.  He placed the device on the dash and grabbed the CB.  Changing it to a different channel, he spoke.
            “Agent Stevenson to Doctor Forrest,” he said.
            “Yes Agent, go ahead,” Dr. Forrest said on the other line.
            “Project pacify is successful.  Subject is,” he said as he looked at the ailing Meg.  “Down.”
            “Not for long,” he heard a voice say.  John looked up from the CB and saw a man standing next to his jeep.  He had the device in his hand.
            “Looking for this?” Barry said as he hit the red button, turning the device off.
            “Ung,” he heard Meg say as she lowered her hands from her ears and looked up.
            “Barry,” she said as she shook the cobwebs from her head.  “I thought I told you to stay inside,” she teased as she slowly stood up.
            “Sorry, last time I will disobey you Goddess Meg,” he said as he tossed the remote to her.  She caught it and looked at John.  He looked concerned.
            CRUSH! The device was smashed to bits inside her palm.  She slowly opened it, allowing the fragments to fall to the ground.  She wiped her hands against each other.  She next wiped the blood away from her nose.
            He gulped.
            “Agent Stevenson, Agent Stevenson, please respond.  What do you mean target is down?  Is she okay?  Still alive?” Dr. Forrest said from the other end of the CB.
            Meg walked over to the jeep and grabbed John by the shirt, hosting him up.  She grabbed the CB.  “Hi David, its Goddess Megan,” she said.
            “G…Goddess Megan,” David answered.
            “Uh huh.  John is just a tad busy right now getting beat to a pulp by me.  But don’t worry, your time is coming,” she said as he crushed the CB handle.  She raised John up to her face.
            “You know what happens when you piss off a God John?” she asked.  She looked down as piss ran down his leg.
            “Huh,” she said.  “Well, you are about to find out.”

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  1. All I can say is wow Barry! My favorite chapter so far! Good good stuff. So Goddess Meg, what was it like having the evil agent cowering under your massive foot?

    1. Thanks Lester! Appreciate the feedback.

    2. You are welcome Barry. Looking forward to more.

      Still dying to know how it felt to hold a man down under your foot Goddess Meg! Had to a a fllippin' power rush!
      Love the new pic by the way. Massive muscles with such a cutie face!

  2. You still looking for male servants Meg? If so, would be honored to fill that role. Just let me know...

    1. I'm flattered and love your name, lol. If I start taking applications you'll be one of the first to know.

      XOXO Meg

    2. GULP! Having seen just how strong you are in that new pic, I just want to fall to my knees and kiss the ground you walk on Super Meg! Glad you like the name!