Meteor Woman 2, Part 1 (Man to Busty Superheroine TG Preg) (Patreon)

It begins! The sequel to the original Meteor Woman, which became the first part of the wider Meteorverse which now has its own collection on my Patreon. I hope you enjoy the continuing exploits of this very busty, and very TG'd, superheroine.

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Xerxes76

Since being transformed from an ordinary man to the powerful (and busty) Meteor Woman, Kara has come to love her new superheroic life. She’s in love with an investigative reporter, she’s closer with her family, she’s doing good in the world, and . . . she’s pregnant! But with all these changes on the horizon, new threats rise up. A shady real estate mogul wishes to tear apart the community she has helped protect, and she must find a way to stop him, all while dealing with an ever-growing belly!

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Original Here: Meteor Woman

Post-Story Commission: Meteor Woman: The Stories After

Meteor Woman 2

Issue 1: New Normal

Harrison Blackwell observed the numerous screens, each displaying footage from across the city over the last eight months. They took up almost the entire wallspace of the expansive office and had cost a pretty penny, but Harrison Blackwell spared no expense when it came to such things. He was a tall, well-built man in his late thirties with black hair that was perfectly styled in a business cut to match his dark suit. Black-on-black-on-black, with only his olive complexion serving as a contrast to his otherwise dark appearance. His hands were folded behind his back as he took in the subject matter of the screen, his cold eyes narrowing in on each moment, each replay, that he deemed to be of importance.

Meteor Woman responding to a flood warning, evacuating citizens from the Cornwall borough and out of the waterlogged subway.

Meteor Woman arguing with a local politician, telling him to think of the people in the Metropole area who would lose out thanks to his proposed cuts on healthcare subsidies.

Meteor Woman fighting the mecha-androids of Professor Cyber on the streets, easily outclassing them with her speed, her strength, and her ever-useful laser vision and sonic scream.

Meteor Woman, Meteor Woman, Meteor Woman.

To Harrison Blackwell’s eyes, she was indeed the most attractive superheroine - scratch that, woman in general - he had ever seen. Little wonder that the official Super Hype magazine had voted her as the most attractive member of the Hero Society, and the same again with the endless sycophants on the Hero Society Forums online. With her statuesque six-foot-two height, her long blonde hair, her gorgeous face with those bright blue eyes and kissable lips, not to mention her lovely hips and long legs, she was a vision to see. This was emphasised by her costume: a silver leotard that clung tightly to her body, revealing her lovely thighs, her long blue boots and gloves still showing plenty of skin. And speaking of skin, one simply couldn’t talk about Meteor Woman without mentioning her famously large bustline. Estimates varied, but she was clearly more amply-blessed than most superheroines, and they were already known for their sculpted, idealised bodies. But Meteor Woman left them all behind; her breasts were her best-known feature, large and rounded, like a pair of overripe cantaloupes. Meteor Woman had no symbol upon her chest, instead she had an oval-shaped cleavage window that showed off her deep, deep line of cleavage. Numerous photographed shots from tabloid magazines and superhero enthusiasts even seemed to suggest they had gotten bigger over the years. Opinions on this ranged from her falling pregnant (hence her temporary leave of absence two years ago), gaining more power from her mysterious ‘Meteor’ entity benefactor, or simply getting some form of enhanced surgery. Harrison hoped it wasn’t the middle option. The woman had power enough already, and besides, her hips were slightly wider than her original appearance, suggesting that she was either eating more than she should (a distinct possibility, given how much she loved street hotdogs), or had, in fact, birthed a child. Still, she was quite the beauty.

Even Harrison Blackwell, a man who prided himself on complete control over every aspect of his life, couldn’t help but gaze upon her with male interest, his blood pumping faster at the sight of her curves from every angle. The only real regret about her costume, he felt, was her cape; long and blue-silver, but because of its length it covered her ass far too much, in his opinion.

“My, you are a specimen,” he said in his baritone voice, sampling the whiskey in his right hand. He lowered the drink, then took a puff on the Cuban cigar in his other hand. “The attractive Meteor Woman. Beloved blonde bombshell. The bustiest heroine around. The worshipped and venerated hero of Star City. The protector of the overlooked boroughs of Metropole, Cornwall, and even the Narrows. What a magnificent reputation you have garnered in just a few years, my dear.”

He narrowed his eyes, his calculating mind taking over as he observed more footage, taking in every strength of hers, and every scant hesitation and weakness.

“Such a shame, given your wonderful form, that I shall have to bring you down, then. Hope?”

His slim assistant moved to his side. She had beautiful Japanese features, hair in a cute pixie cut, and wore a slim dress that showed off her legs. She tapped mechanically upon her stylus.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

Blackwell scratched at his well-trimmed goatee. “Odds of success in a direct confrontation with Meteor Woman?”

Another few taps on the stylus. A well-hidden mechanical implant on the side of Hope’s head glowed a subtle red, partly illuminating the hair around it. His own engineers’ handiwork. It did a marvellous job of dimming the woman’s emotional capacity while boosting her ability to calculate probabilities. 

“Very low, sir,” she said in a flat monotone. “Even with our current resources, advanced technology scavenged from the Hyperion incident, as well as our own mercenary parahuman forces, our odds of success in a direct fight are less than fourteen percent. She has advanced in power and intellectual understanding of her powers. That application of her sonic scream against Glassthrower last week was . . . most clever.”

Harrison took another puff from his cigar and let the smoke trail up to the vents above. “I figured as much, though it’s good to have a number value attached. We’ll have to play this smart then. The long play. The smart play. She’s the one we have to take down.”

“Sir, I will remind you that the odds of wider Hero Society involvement are at least sixty two percent-”

He dismissed her with a simple hand gesture. “Only through her, Hope. Only through her. The Hero Society only tackled the big issues before her. She’s the one that changed it. People see her and think she’s just big tits and a hot piece of ass, but she’s more than that. She’s the one who fights for the little guy, and they love her for it. It’s her who takes care of Cornwall, Metropole, the Narrows.”

“There’s also her sidekick,” Hope said, her implant whirring quietly. “Meteor Lass.”

The images on the computer changed in response to her tapping. The brunette beauty was young, perhaps only eighteen or nineteen, but she certainly followed Meteor Woman’s mold. No cleavage window for her, and her costume, which had started as a palette swap, was now gold to contrast against Meteor Woman’s silver, her cape only going down to her lower back. But she had a statuesque figure with a prominent bust, just like her mentor. She was depicted in the footage fighting alongside Meteor Woman, the pair working in concert almost like sisters, hugging one another after a victory, even grabbing street food together or posing for a photo with the local Mr Yusuf, who ran a local family corner shop in the Metropole area. She was clearly a power to be reckoned with, but . . . less so.

“I don’t think she’ll be the same level of concern. We undo Meteor Woman, and she folds. Observe, Hope.”

He gestured at the screen, and it swiped directly to a secret recording of the pair. They were at a pizza place, talking in hushed tones.

“I’m glad to have you back, Meteor Woman. K-”

“No civilian names remember, kiddo.”

“Oh, right. S-sorry.”

“All good. I’m glad to be back.”

“Does this mean I have to give up my powers?”

“Nah. I talked to the Meteor. You’re all good. ‘Sides, I wouldn’t let it take them away. You’re too cool for that, kiddo. Just gotta watch myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if I go down, and I mean dead down, then I’m sorry to say, your powers switch off too. Don’t worry, I ain’t got any intention of going that eas-”

Harrison paused the recording and smirked.

“We get her, it’s a two-package deal. And it’s her we need, Hope. All these junk boroughs that no one gave two shits about protecting before she came along. And it’s for that reason that we need to bring her low. Get her off the board so we can realise my dream.”

He turned away from the screens and walked to the table in the centre of the room. On it was a realistic model of the Metropole borough. Despite its name, it had long ceased to be the centre of the city, or its greatest metropolitan area. Instead, it was lower-income only, a working class district of the city that had struggled with crime and poverty for a long time, and was only recently clawing its way out. He clicked a button on the desk, and the table turned over, the surface shifting. Gone was Metropole. Gone were the filthy streets and crime-ridden alleys and tall apartment blocks for the worthless, shiftless masses. Now, a perfect gentrified area dominated. Tall gleaming skyscrapers, massive hotels, a mall for the finest products for the finest customers. A perfect improvement, in Blackwell’s mind.

“She’s the only one that can stop this,” he uttered. “So we stop her first.”

Hope examined the table. “How will you do it, sir? I require variables to determine probabilities of success.”

Blackwell just smiled, moving to the windowpane of his skyscraper apartment. His view dominated the city, looking across its greatness, straight towards the very borough he intended to destroy and remake in his image.

“How else do you defeat a foe more powerful than you could possibly defeat?” he asked, smiling as he took in the sight of his city. “You never let them sleep.”

***

Kara Conway slept on her side, drooling onto the pillow. Something was buzzing, and it didn’t even require superhearing to know what it was; the alarm clock was right beside her.

“Sh-shaddup,” she grunted, reaching out a fist and then smashing the clock into little shards of metal and plastic. She splintered the wood of the bedside table without even thinking, then turned over in bed.

“Honey,” her husband whispered, resting a hand on her thigh. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t smash any more clocks.”

“Didn’t . . . smash it. Just hit . . . ahhh . . .. snooze.”

She yawned again. Beside her, the cute, dark-haired investigative reporter who had now been her husband for two years now started to shift in bed.

“You should get up,” he said, kissing her on the forehead. “We’ve both got work to get to, remember? It’s a Monday. You know, that thing that happens after a weekend.”

“Don’t wanna,” she whined. “Dinah was up all last night.” She reached out a hand to grab him, and with her superior superstrength easily pulled him against her, hugging her body against his, her mammoth breasts pressing against his chest. She was no longer nursing now that her beautiful little Dinah was two years old, but they had stayed a little bigger than their original size. And their original size had been big. “Wanna stay here with you. Have some fun while Dinah is finally sleeping.”

Ralph chuckled. Kara hadn’t even opened her eyes yet.

“Kara, I love you, but -”

She kissed him. Mhmm, dirty morning kisses, she thought. Weirdly hot. Who knew?

“Honey, I’m just saying-”

She kissed him again, this time moaning, shifting him around so that he was on her back and she was on top of him. Her pendulous breasts jiggled as they often did. She’d reached the stage where it was normal now, though it sometimes still surprised her. She straddled her partner, finally opening her eyes as she looked down on him. Damn, he really has been working out lately. I’ll always love being stronger than him, but whadda ya know? I’m into cute, fit men. Go me, I guess.

It made her wonder if Alexis felt the same when she was in her Meteor Lass form. Her baby sister had just recently graduated (Kara had actually cried, something she felt more comfortable doing now as a woman), and was officially on her post-grad break, spending as much time in her superheroine guise as possible, and sticking very close to a handsome young hero named Lightbender. Kara hoped he was good with her, but then again, Alexis was much stronger than he was.

But why think about that right now, when this sexy man was beneath her? Instead, she teased him some more.

“You were saying?” she said, rubbing her lower half against his underwear and feeling his throbbing erection. 

Ralph chuckled. He raised his hands to cup her huge breasts, but they were much too large to be held so easily, and overflowed his palms. He rubbed her nipples, making her moan.

“What’s got into you?”

“You in a moment, hopefully,” she said, lowering herself to kiss him. She whispered in his mouth in her sultriest voice. “Oh, and this baby you put into me already. You know, the one that’s got me all tired lately. Tired, and fucking aroused, Ralph. So wake me up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. 

Moments later, they were both grunting and moaning, caressing one another, groping one another, gasping for air as she rode him. Kara’s belly was only just starting to make itself known. She’d already informed the Hero Society that she was pregnant again, something that Flame Dancer found quite amusing. Lightning Lass had practically jumped with joy. Hell, she was pretty sure Blue Trident, lovely as he could be, was jealous. But with that over, she knew she’d need to make plans for her own superhero future. One child was not too hard to manage around. But two? What had she and Ralph been thinking?

They hadn’t of course. Sally, her mother, had been recovering well from her once-degenerative illness, and had offered to take on Dinah for the weekend so the pair could go on some dates. And dating for Meteor Woman meant being able to personally fly her wonderful reporter husband to Europe and make love to him in the Parisian Sky, their clothes playfully placed on the tip of the Eiffel Tower. They’d been so enamoured with one another, finally having free time from their gorgeous little blonde-haired girl, that apart from having to foil some local supervillain plots, she and Ralph had done little but have mad, passionate sex until even her superbody was worn out. And because they’d been so passionate, the sex had been very much unprotected.

And now I’m preggers again, she thought. And ironically, all these hormones mean I just want to fuck all the more. 

She continued to ride him, loving how he thrust up into her wet passage. To think she’d once had a dick of her own. She couldn’t imagine going back to pussy now, as weird as it was to think. She was all in on the man-train now, and her moans of ecstasy made that clear as she bounced up and down upon Ralph, shoving her big tits in his face. When she finally climaxed, she cried out loud, wailing as her boyfriend sucked on her big pink nipples, as his other hand squeezed her ass and helped drive himself deeper into her. She could feel part of her slightly swollen belly press against him, and something about that was really hot. She climaxed at least four times before collapsing to her side. Ralph pressed himself against her, spooning her taller body, cupping her breast idly before sliding his hand down to her stomach.

Mhmm, I love it when he does this. Shit, even as one of the most powerful superheroines on the planet, I guess as a girl I still like to feel all snug and protected. Did I like being the little spoon as a guy? Jeez, I can hardly remember . . .

“I still can’t believe this,” he muttered as he caressed her belly. “And I’m the guy that reports on the craziest stories in the city.”

“How do you think I feel?” she replied with a snort. “I’m the one who used to be a guy. I thought growing a huge pair of tits and having a pussy was strange enough. Now I’m having some jerk’s baby for a second time.”

“Oh, jerk, am I?”

“Well, I like to jerk you.” She reached back and touched his junk, causing him to chuckle. “You are full of pregnancy hormones this morning. C’mon, let’s have a shower. We need to get ready and wake up Dinah. She’s got Hero Dome Daycare today.”

Kara smiled. Her little girl was growing up so fast. She was speaking now, only little three or four word sentences, but speaking! And now she was in the daycare for the children of superheroes. She didn’t show signs of any powers, but it was a good environment for her regardless, just in case.

“Our little girl,” she said. “Maybe this one will be a little boy.”

“Well, we can daydream and make up names later. Remember, you’ve got your professional job today.”

Kara sighed. ‘Professional job’ was their slang for her non-superhero work. She had founded a security company called Conway Security, and while it was small so far, her old expertise as a down-and-dirty scrapper of a cat burglar definitely aided her. 

“Ugh, I’d much rather be doing superhero work.”

“We agreed that you’d take breaks from it while you’re pregnant.”

She pouted. “I know, fine. Let’s start the day! I’m hungry anyway, and not just for you. Being pregnant is seriously messing with me. At least Dinah isn’t freaking out, right?”

Suddenly, a voice erupted from the nursery. “No daycare! No daycare day! No, no, no, no, NO!”

The pair exchanged a look and sighed.

“Dibs not it,” Kara said, and she used her superspeed to instantly move to the shower. She heard Ralph chuckle.

“Fine, I’ll get her! But Mommy is dropping her off today!”

“Obviously!” she shouted as she turned on the shower. “Otherwise she’ll cry a storm!”

She got beneath the hot water and sighed, still smiling from the wonderful sex. She lowered a hand to her belly and stroked the slight dome that was just beginning to show its existence.

“And to think, we’ve got another one on the way. To think I was just some male asshole, once.”

***

Kara couldn’t help herself. Her job required far too much sitting down, far too much reading pointless emails, far too many calls with clients and discussions over their security upgrades. It should have been interesting, and it was, to an extent, but more than anything, she just wanted to fly. Perhaps it was the fact that she’d had to run to the bathroom twice already, once to throw up and the other time to feel generally nauseous. 

Why did I do this to myself again? That’s right, because the moment I became Kara, I got saddled with a good looking and damn horny body. Thanks, Meteor!

Her employees knew she was pregnant, of course, but now she was starting to show it as well. At twelve weeks along, she couldn’t just pretend she was a little thicker in the middle. It didn’t help that her boobs were sore. All that pain resistance as part of her powerset but apparently growing pains from pregnancy wasn’t something she was immune to. The one salve was seeing the live updates from the Hero Dome Daycare. Dinah was so attached to Red Devil’s son, it was adorable. They were always playing together, though she really had to stop touching his stubby little horns.

“Miss Conway?” came a familiar voice.

“Yes?” she said, raising her head and quickly closing her laptop. She’d been reading the crime reports, including how Flame Dancer and Blue Trident had put down that Eastern Trident Gang just a few hours ago. I’m so damn jealous, she thought.  

“Sorry, you mustn’t have heard me. I was asking if it was okay if I clock out. Looks like business is done for the day.”

It was Mark, who was her most loyal employee and her faithful number two. He clearly had a bit of a crush on her, and his eyes often wandered to her chest, not that she could blame him; she often wore blouses and had to undo the top buttons just for a little breathing space. It had made nursing a bit frustrating back when she’d had Dinah with her in the office, but overall, he was a damn good employee, and knew his shit about business policy.

“Of course, Mark, sorry,” she said. “I really should have heard you.”

“It’s okay, you were busy.”

“No, I really should have heard you. I’m more distracted than I thought. Must be that electronic whine I’m getting.”

“I don’t hear anything.” She waved a hand dismissively. “Pregnancy thing, I bet. Be careful you never get knocked up, Mark.”

The young twenty three year old smirked, scratching at his small afro. “I don’t think there’s much worry for me there.”

“Yeah? That’s what I thought! You head off now. I’ll send this last email, then, uh, fly right out of here.”

He headed off, and she winced. That damn electronic whine, was it just her hormones? Didn’t seem to be coming from anywhere in particular. She lowered a hand to her belly, feeling its firmness. 

“You feel so big already, but I’ll probably get huge, just like last time. Birth better not take twenty three hours, I swear. And you better be worth it, okay? A little boy, please! A well-behaved one. I don’t want to give up bein’ Meteor Woman just yet.”

It was then that her hearing cleared, and she caught something else. An alarm. A police siren. A wailing ambulance. They all sounded close. Kara bit her lip, trying to stay calm.

Fuck it, she thought to herself. I’m sure Ralph won’t mind if I just take a little bit more action as Meteor Woman, right? 

She jumped to her feet and ran up the stairwell, summoning the power of the Meteor once more so that her costume automatically manifested, her cleavage on wonderful display, her growing belly more obvious, but not too obvious, she thought.

“Just one last little gig!” she announced to herself.

She wasn’t sure who she was kidding, but she took to the sky after reaching the roof, souring across the city, her true superheroic self once again, her cleavage on display for whoever wanted to see it.

Goddamn, there’s nothing quite like this!

She didn’t know it yet, but the stage had already been set. Harrison Blackwell’s trap was already waiting for her.

To Be Continued . . .