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 Original Story Commission: Meteor Woman: The Stories After

Issue 10: Reunions

It was the scandal of the decade for Star City. A conspiracy that went all the way to the top of city hall and implicated the Mayor himself. Ralph Riley was practically a shoe-in for another Pulitzer, especially when the images of his bruised and beaten self came to light. The state was literally having to step in because so much of the city’s administration had been cooking the books for Blackwell, not that they all knew exactly who had been pulling the strings. Suffice to say, some very high-profile arrests had occurred, and where was Ralph for this? At the frontlines, of course, with his cameraman, following the story to its very end. The mayor had more than a little to say about that “meddling reporter”, none of them good. Of course, only one of them was being led into a police car in handcuffs on charges of bribery, corruption, conspiracy, and fraud. 

It would take months, if not years to undo the mess that Blackwell had made of the Metropole. Some news sites and stations clung to the narrative that the borough was still a crime-ridden hellhole, and crime was still up due to his meddling. Thankfully, one Meteor Lass was out there making sure to mop up what was left of Blackwell’s paid goons, many of which had gone independent in the wake of their master’s disappearance. Marli and Leticia stepped up, however. Despite the fact that the woman looked like she could seriously drop at any moment now, being eight months pregnant with twins, Marli couldn’t be stopped, not even by her wife.

“We keep the community programs going!” she announced eagerly to Kara. “Imelda is already working with Leticia on more youth programs now that funding is flowing in by way of ‘apology’ from the state, har har, and I bet we can really make this place something. How are y’all going with shutting down those shell companies?”

“Slowly,” Kara said. “But one by one, they’re going down. Ralph is a dog. Once he bites, he doesn’t let go.”

“But enough about your sex life,” Marli teased, at which point Leticia patted her wife on the shoulder.

“Marli!”

But it was true, the community truly was coming together. Yusuf even had a food truck now while his corner store was repaired, and Kara often appeared as her civilian self, loving his food.

“For free,” he would always whisper to her. “Just in case you really are Meteor Woman.” At this, Kara would just beam. “You’re a good one, Yusuf.”

Was her identity revealed? Well, not officially, but enough papers, stations, channels, and magazines were covering it that it would be all but official soon. If Blackwell had one victory over her still, it was that he truly had revealed Meteor Woman’s identity to the world. It was such a breaking news story that she and Ralph had to carefully manage things so it wouldn’t overshadow the real story about Blackwell’s conspiracy. Still, her employee Mark was definitely looking at her differently these days, as were her suppliers, and Sally had been fielding calls and denying it all. Kara thought her Ma would hate it, but Sally seemed to enjoy being in on the fun a little. Alexis, at least, really had gone unscathed from it. When the two of them flew into the clouds together and sat among them, floating over Star City, her little sister teased her as always.

“You know, if you could change back to Burt in your regular form, no one would ever believe Blackwell.”

“You’re not wrong, kiddo,” Kara said, slurping on a soda loudly. “But alas, I am cursed with the body of a goddess.”

“More like a fertility goddess. You preggo as fuck.”

“Hey, who’s been teaching a sweet kid like you to swear?”

“Oh, just a big brother who turned into a big sister a few years back. She’s kinda my hero, actually. And trust me, I’m a big nerd when it comes to heroes.”

Kara grinned, stroking her stomach idly as she rested on her cloud. “Even if your big sister’s a bit of a moron who kinda got her whole identity revealed and everything?” Alex shrugged. “Eh, nobody’s perfect. Besides, now I get so many questions from my college friends. They think I’m really cool now. Me, the nerdy girl with thick glasses.” Kara ruffled her sister’s hair. “Alexis, I’m gonna tell you a secret. You’ve always been cool. And you know what?”

Meteor Lass cocked her head. “What?”

“When your big sister grows up one day, she really hopes to turn out like you.”

“Aww!”

They hugged in the clouds, and everything seemed okay.

***

Harrison Blackwell downed another scotch. He was starting to lose control of his routine and he knew it. Just one glass at dinner, never earlier, otherwise his brilliant mental state would be impaired. But now he was living in fucking Russia, a goddamn petrol station masquerading as a country. He could never go back to the United States or most of the civilised world again, and many of his accounts had been frozen. He grimaced, hatred filling him.

“That woman,” he spat, reclining on his sofa in the private dacha he had purchased upon arriving in Russia. “That bitch. I’ll get my revenge. I won’t stop at revealing her identity. I’ll undo her. I’ll unmake her.”

He took another drink of scotch. He’d really been hitting the stuff too much lately. The time for mourning would have to come to an end soon, so that the time for planning and revenge would return. And yet the news on his laptop boiled his blood. They knew who she was now. The official Hero Society announcement that her identity was out would come any day now. And yet they were celebrating her! A true hero of Metropole. Of Star City. It was enough to drive a man to depraved thoughts. 

If only Hope were here. He’d be able to lean on the brilliance he’d given her in order to strategise his chances for success. Plan a retaliation strike. Bribe congressmen at the federal level to pressure the states to drop his charges. But now that bitch had turned on him too.

“Harrison Blackwell does not lose,” he muttered. He shut the laptop, then flung it into the hot embers of the dacha’s fireplace. He could always buy another. The man rubbed his eyelids. It was only morning, and already he could feel his normally sharp mind slipping. He needed relaxation. He needed a little distraction to satisfy him. Then he’d get to planning.

“Get in here, already!” he snapped at the door. “I want some entertainment! Are you wearing the right outfit?”

“Da!” the woman shouted.

“No, in America, we say ‘Yes, sir! Mr Harrison Blackwell, sir!” he shouted through the door. “Learn your part. Now get in here.”

The door opened, and she entered. She was glorious. A pair of ripe, very large breasts, artificially augmented to be the perfect size. Her figure was gorgeous, her hips wide, and her belly swollen with life. The woman’s hair dye job had been just as he imagined; that lovely light blonde. The contact lenses were likewise bright blue, mirroring her appearance almost exactly. In her silver leotard and blue cape, gloves, and boots, she was the spitting image of Meteor Woman. Well, a Meteor Woman cosplay, at least, pregnancy and all. Harrison felt his loins tingling. Perhaps she would be better in the silver maternity dress? He did rather like that one when he’d last seen it.

“Mr Blackwell, sir,” the woman said, her American accent poor. “I’m your slave now. Your servant. I promise to be yours. I’ll do everything you tell me to do.”

Blackwell licked his lips. His mind interposed the real Meteor Woman onto this one, imagining the real thing. He’d have her one day. He’d own her. She’d see.

“Come here, gorgeous,” he ordered. “Get on your knees where you belong, and show your master how well you-”

Suddenly the wall beside him literally split apart. The woman shrieked, and Blackwell jumped back in surprise, throwing his scotch aside. As the debris settled, the powerful man took in a much, much more powerful figure. Meteor Woman, real and in the flesh, her stomach massive with pregnancy, stood before him, a satisfied smile on her face. She wasn’t wearing her silver leotard, however, but instead a tight silver maternity dress that flowed over her bump, though the slits in each side still exposed her magnificent legs, and her cleavage window revealed her deeply impressive cleavage.

“M-Meteor Woman!?” Blackwell exclaimed.

She looked at him. “The one and only. And I’m here to bring you back to. . . to . . . the fuck?”

Harrison realised she was staring at her own doppelganger, looking just like her, albeit not nearly so superheroic.

“He told me to do it!” the woman said. “He pays me!”

Meteor Woman folded her arms and shifted her gaze to stare back at him.  Blackwell’s stomach dropped.

“Okay,” the superheroine said. “I really should have used my X-ray vision, because I’m seriously about to vomit. Jeez, if I’d known you were this much of a weird creep. God, I can’t wait to tell everyone about this!”

For the first time in his life, Blackwell was without words. Well, except for the trademark ones he had used all of his life.

“You can’t-”

In a split-second, Meteor Woman had her hand around his collar. “Actually, I can, you weird creep. Now c’mon, it’s a long chilly flight to America, and I didn’t bring you any blankets. I guess you’ll just have to think warm thoughts while we fly. Try not to make them about me, bud.”

With that, she rocketed into the sky, Blackwell in hand. 

The man screamed the whole way back.

***

Kara was playing ‘Hungry Car’ with her daughter. The rules of Hungry Car were very simple, at least according to Dinah. The Hungry Car was not actually hungry, the dinosaur hunting it was the hungry one. Nevertheless, it was called Hungry Car, and so the name stuck. The Hungry Car’s job was to traverse around the little city road and make funny car noises, until Kara suddenly brought out the big dinosaur, who would loudly declare ‘Where is my Hungry Car!?’ and try to eat it. But it had to be the Diplodicus dinosaur and not any of the others, obviously. The dinosaur would then be kicked by the car - the word ‘kick’ was necessary, despite the car lacking all legs - at which point the Diplodicus would cry, the car would then kiss him - again, this was important in its specificity - and the pair would become friends and then make sandwiches together.

No, Kara had no idea how Dinah had come up with this game, or how it had endured beyond all the others. Still, as she made silly growling noises with her dinosaur and chased the Hungry Car around the playmat, the squeals of her daughter made any quibbles over the nature of this strange game completely moot. 

“Mom! The dinosaur can’t fly! Only Hungry Car can fly!”

“Oh, of course, kiddo,” Kara said, trying not to laugh. “Naturally! But what if Mommy flies?”

“Fly! My turn to fly!”

Kara laughed and picked up her daughter, resting her on her own eight-month pregnant belly before rising into the air of the playroom. Dinah squealed with joy, and Kara drank up that joy, savouring every drop of it.

It’s moments like this that make me glad I’m on maternity leave, she thought. Ha! Me, on maternity leave. What a world!

She heard Ice Shard approaching before the knock even came. Dinah instantly forgot the flying game and ran to the door, falling over twice, much to Kara’s amusement. 

“My door! I’ll get the door!”

She opened it, and there was Ice Shard, dressed up in her superhero costume still, even though it showed much more of her bump now that she was further along. 

“Ice!” Dinah announced, jumping into the woman’s arms. Ice Shard awkwardly held her, looking a little lost.

“She’s happy to see you,” Kara said with amusement.

“I’m - is she always like this?”

“Don’t worry, she’ll drop soon. Won’t she, honey?”

Ralph emerged from around the corner. He was wearing a suit that made him look very handsome. Kara was practically licking her lips - her preggo hormones were still sex-crazy, even with just four weeks until her due date left. And yet his gaze caught on her, and the man nearly staggered. Kara posed a little. “What do you think?”

“Uh . . . wow.” She was wearing a red dress. The red dress. It held tight around all her pronounced curves, cupping her dome magnificently and revealing just how pregnant and fertile she was. Rather playfully, it also had a cleavage window just like her costume, and the dress did well to cup her massive H-cup breasts, pushing up a veritable canyon of cleavage. With her high heels and her hair pinned to one side to reveal her tender neck, she knew she was a goddamn knock up.

I better rock his socks off, because I had to learn even more fucking makeup skills from Alex and Ma just to pull off this smokey-eyed look.

It had clearly worked, because her husband’s jaw fell, and Ice Shard groaned.

“Oh God, what have I agreed to?”

Kara recovered instantly. “Practice!” she announced, picking up Dinah and tickling her daughter. “You’ve got a baby on the way, Shard. Time to learn how to melt that ice and be a little less . . .” “Bitchy?” Ice Shard said, folding her arms.

“Was gonna say frigid. Also, saying the B-word around kids is generally frowned upon.”

Ice Shard groaned. “Damn it, I really do need this practice.”

“At least for the next two hours, yes! Milk is in the fridge if she gets night terrors and needs her bottle. She’s eaten and been changed. Supplies are here on the left. I’ll give you a little tour.”

But in truth, Kara made it as quick as she could. She was hungry, and not just for food as she looked at Ralph’s fine form. Even his glasses were more fetching with his hair styled a little. She kept having to rub her stomach and remind herself not to be too rushed. Still, she knew he felt the exact same way when he inspected her, moved to her side, and kissed the nape of her neck.

“I can’t wait for tonight,” he said.

Kara bit her lip. “Down, boy.”

***

Kara held her husband around the waist as they flew over the illuminated beauty of Star City. Ralph clung to her somewhat fiercely, despite her pregnant state. It made her smile. Despite the fact that she’d flown him many times, he had never quite gotten used to it.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I got ya.”

“I know!” he said, voice fluttering a little. “I just have to remind myself of that fact every few seconds.”

“I really would have thought you were used to this, Ralph.”

“Give me another four years, and I might start to adjust.”

“I can take us down if you’d like?”

But he shook his head, his eyes twinkled as he beheld her. “Don’t. It’s beautiful up here. Besides, I like to see the world as you get to see it.”

His words made her own heart skip a beat, and she was reminded yet again why she fell in love with this man. Why she’d given up her own manhood - not just to be a hero, but to be with him, too. She soared over the skyscrapers of the inner city, then swerved across the magnificent city parks and over the Lincoln River and beyond to the outlying suburbs. Ralph looked back as they soared over the restaurant she’d told him they were going to.

“Aren’t we heading there?” he asked.

But Kara shook her head. “I’ve got something better in mind.”

The superheroine flew in her red dress out into the forest - the very same one where the battle in the storm had raged just a month ago. Slowly, she descended down to a familiar patch. Ralph actually gasped a little as they landed, as he beheld a small cabin in the woods.

“Wait, is that the cabin where you . . ?”

“Where I landed with Hope, yeah. Performed a little brain surgery, no biggie.”

“Doesn’t look run down like you described it. In fact, it looks amazing.”

She grinned. “Had a few friends who owed me favours patch it up. Plus Gaia grew in the garden and put in the overhanging flower patches on the roof. Made it all whimsical and shit.”

“Well, she did a damn good job.”

  She took his hand and waddled forward. “C’mon, you haven’t seen the best part.”

He was dragged around the side of the cabin, where Kara had been working very hard. A fine mahogany table for two was set up, along with finely furnished chairs. Two bottles of wine - one non-alcoholic, for her - were on the table, as well as a still steaming set of main course meals with an oyster entree. Rose petals surrounded the table, and numerous candles were burning.

“What . . . how?” Ralph asked.

She grinned. “Let’s just say I’ve got a little helper with superspeed of her own.”

“Ah, Alexis.”

“The one and only. Care to take a seat, love? I told you, I can do romantic woman shit.”

Ralph chuckled, placing an arm around her expanded waistline. “Honey, I love you, but no you can’t.”

“What? Look at this!”

“Honey, this is what a man does for his woman.”

Kara puzzled over this, and realised he was right. She immediately guffawed, and Ralph joined her. “Okay, wow! I really fucked this up.”

But her husband just kissed her, and passionately at that. She returned the kiss with equal intensity, and soon their hands were roaming over one another. She gasped a little as he kissed her neck yet again, and once more as his fingers traced over her belly and began to feel her breasts. He cupped them, rubbing through the material to caress her nipples.

“It’s perfect,” he said. “It’s you, and so it’s perfect.”

“Mhmmm . . . good. Because I am - ahhh - so fucking horny right now, so we better eat f-fast. All these preggo hormones, and you in that hot suit. It’s doing things for me.”

Ralph smiled. He kissed her again, and then began to unzip the back of her dress.

“Is there a comfortable bed back in that cabin?”

She nodded. “A really comfortable one. So we can try any position this big pregnant belly of mine lets us. Thought we could really push that two hours we promised Ice Shard.”

Despite knowing they should eat first, she found herself lowering her hand down to his crotch and rubbing his length. God, she wanted that inside of her. She wanted to ride him, her big belly in his face, his hands cupped around it and then playing with her huge, leaky tits while she bounced on his hard dick. 

I really, really want to fuck my husband right now. God, I’m so hormonal. I don’t even feel bad about it.

Ralph caught that gleam in her eye, and his grin went wider. “Those meals look pretty fresh, right?”

“R-really fresh. Hot, even.”

“And you’ve gotten pretty good at reheating with your heat vision, huh?”

She swallowed. He had moved around behind her and had one hand on her ass and the other on her left breast while he kissed the back of her shoulder.

“Damn f-frickin’ good,” she boasted.

“Then I’d say, after everything we’ve been through these past few months, we can break decorum and fuck each other’s brains out and then have dinner, right?”

“Ralph,” she said, floating into the air a little and twisting around to carry him. “I knew I married you for a reason.”

With that, they floated towards the cabin, still making out, flinging articles of clothing as they went. Kara moaned as he sucked on her nipples and caressed her curves, and her pleasure only increased as she pushed him back onto the bed and mounted him just as she desired. Her huge pregnant belly was right in her husband’s face, and he responded excitedly, caressing her swollen mound and making her feel like a goddess as he thrust up into her. Their pleasure rose, and for once Kara had no desire to be Meteor Woman. The superheroine identity had earned a break, and now she could simply be Kara Conway. A wife and mother, and also mother-to-be. She moaned, her voice getting higher and more excited as she bounced upon his member, feeling his length inside of her.

“Yessss!” she moaned. “I m-missed this. Ohhhhh, Ralph. I fucking l-love you!”

“I love you too, Kara,” he proclaimed, gripping her hips, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her rear. Her large breasts slapped upon her distended stomach as she bounced him more aggressively, and soon the pleasure was all too much. He squeezed her nipples, kneaded her breasts, thrust up into her as she lowered herself in perfect rhythm. Her body had never wanted anything more, and being so gravid and full of life only made the ecstasy rise all the more. Finally, it was all too much.

“Yes! Yes! YESSSS! OH RALPH YESSSSS!!!”

“Kara! I’m c-cumming!”

They came together, and because she no longer needed to worry about waking anyone, she screamed at the ceiling, tearing a circular hole in it as her sonic power erupted. Finally, she rested upon him, his member still inside of her. The buxom, expectant blonde took some time to gather herself back down to earth, but she finally extracted her naked, fertile form from that of Ralph’s, then lay down on her side. He spooned her, caressing her belly, and the pair of them enjoyed the aftermath of sex, and the sensations of the child they had made together starting to wake from all the excitement.

“God, I needed that,” Kara moaned.

“Me too.”

“No, trust me, you have no idea. You might miss me being pregnant with how randy this bod has got me.”

Ralph kissed her on the neck. “I’m sure we’ll make do.”

Kara smiled, loving the deeper meaning of his words. Her stomach growled, and she knew they’d need to rise and dress and eat soon, probably before going at it another round, but for now, she felt perfectly at peace here with her husband on a fun, remote date night. No battles. No big displays of power. No Blackwell. No stress.

We’ll make do, she thought. Yeah, Ralph. We will.

She stroked her stomach happily, knowing it was true.

The End