Perfect Body, Part 4 Preview

I would've liked to have this one finished by the end of the month, but personal life stuff intervened and now I only have roughly a third of it to show. Thankfully, I do have some art to accompany it! Enjoy!

DAY 19

Focus. You can do this. It’s only the biggest school party of the year at the rich, pretty girl’s house. The rich pretty girl who personally invited you to her party as a VIP. A position you got after she tied you up and forbade you from cumming which potentially, inadvertently gave her superpowers. No biggie.

I wasn’t very good at talking myself up to things. Fortunately, the sunk-cost fallacy came in clutch and reminded me that I had already biked all the way to Nina’s house and it was too late to go back.

Even though I had already been to Nina’s house before—hell, I had laid in her bed after fainting at the doorstep—that didn’t stop me from gazing upon the three story house as if it were an imposing tower ascending into the heavens. Fellow students were already piling into the front door in droves, accompanied by even more 18-21 year olds I didn’t recognize. I guess many of them brought friends of theirs from other schools?

I guess I didn’t have many friends who could tag along. Most of them were either internet friends from other countries or fellow geeks who didn’t exactly get the party scene. I couldn’t claim I understood much of it either, but with Nina there, I wanted to understand it. Call it corny after everything we’d been through, but I felt myself coming more out of my shell when I was around her.

My senses were inundated from all sides as quiet suburbia became a bustling party scene. Pop music blared from speakers, people were pouring themselves punch that definitely had an alcohol content above zero. Despite showing up in a pair of swimming trunks as requested—alongside a simple t-shirt—I still felt overdressed when compared to the skimpy two-pieces some of the party girls were wearing.

“There you are, it’s about time you showed up,” came a familiar voice to my left, my fear response immediately separating the words from the boundless noise around it. I whisked around to see Jaeden Cage approaching me, his face racked with embarrassment as if I had caught him in a Hooters outfit—while also working at said establishment.

“Look, Nina wanted me to tell you that she’s not making her grand entrance until you’re by the pool. There’s something she really wants you specifically to see.”

It pained him to say every word. If I was even one percent pettier, I would have relished in it. But my mind had a new mission now: to make it to the pool by any means necessary.

Strangely, when I got to the pool and scoured the area for Nina, she was nowhere to be found. I knew that was her intention, but the back door was the only way into the fenced-off pool, unless she was physically climbing up the cliff her house overlooked. Then again… No! Why was I even entertaining that thought!?

However, even my wildest delusions were dashed and surpassed as several partygoers’ confused shouts drew my attention to the roof. Atop the slanted shingles stood Nina, poised as if she were preparing to leap off of it. At first, my panicked mind wondered how she’d survive, given that it was a three-story drop, then I quelled my fears when I remembered there was a pool in the backyard she’d no doubt land in. My fears were reignited once more when I observed how far the roof was from the pool, probably to discourage idiot highschool seniors from jumping off. Alas, Nina was a different breed of idiot highschool senior—perhaps literally now.

Before I could shout off a cry of hesitance, she leapt from the roof. My eyes attempted to follow her descent, but the ground came into view long before she should’ve. My vision shot back into the sky and my jaw fell to the ground as I witnessed Nina perform the impossible once more. There wasn’t a place for a wire or a harness to be attached anywhere on her body, yet she was slowing her fall all the same until she gracefully came to a complete stop when her dainty feet touched the ground.

Applause erupted from all around me. I had never seen a party’s vibe change from “noisy teens” to “overexcited children at a magician’s party” but I suppose it made sense considering just how unbelievable every part of Nina’s body had become!

Many wanted to get her attention, but she gave them very little beyond passive greetings as she made a b-line to where I was standing. Then, as if she were still on the roof, my eyes looked up to meet hers. She was taller than me by at least half a head! Her crotch was meeting 

“Great to see you here, Matt! I was almost worried you weren’t coming.”

While I wanted to extend a similar greeting, my incredulous mind was still too dumbfounded to formulate a natural response.

“Y-you can fly!?!?”

Nina didn’t seem to mind one bit. After all, her body was still our little science project. “Heh, well, not exactly. I can descend. Or, I suppose more charitably, I can slow my falling speed down to a crawl. Kind of like an Angel, one could say.”

“Woah…” was all I could muster as revelation after revelation battered my fractured psyche to its core.

Small talk. Make small talk you idiot.

“I still can’t believe that a surf shop was selling a superhero costume, and that you fit it like a glove.” Good. That was good. You might just be able to salvage this conversation yet.

“Is it really for superheroes?” Nina replied.

"Yeah, it's one for cons or maybe Halloween even. You don't recognize the 'S' on the chest?"

She shook her head. "No...?"

"It’s Superman's symbol."

"Oh! I know those movies ...but isn't he blue and red? His suit, I mean."

"Yeah, but he has a cousin..." I quickly realized explaining multi-universe blended families would be going down a rabbit hole Nina just wouldn't care about. I decided to give her the cliffnotes version. "Anyway, she's got all his powers and she's... Well, let's just say it makes sense a costume of hers fits you and only you."

I frantically opened the wiki page for the character on my phone—crossing my trembling fingers she wouldn’t ask why I already had it at the ready—and handed it to her. She read intently for several minutes before reading all the powers out loud. It was a long list with a lot of words like 'limitless' and 'infinite'. While her words started as a murmur to herself, I figured she could probably cut through the noise of the party with her powerful voice if she really wanted to. Then she did. I watched in real time as her rich, feminine voice pierced the veil of mindless chatter that surrounded her. Each bullet point sent an erotic shiver up my spine. She could read the phone book and have me at her beck and call.

Then she looked up at me, her eyes curious. "You've been thinking I look like… Kara? Since we got here?"

"More like since you sent that selfie."

She nodded "So you're sure you're not...deluded? Thinking about me flying faster than the speed of light and bullets bouncing off my body and freezing the pool with my breath or something?"

That's exactly what I've been thinking! How does she know? I thought to myself before shaking my head violently. "Definitely not! You're pretty in your own way. You wear that swimsuit. It doesn't wear you!"

'Her way' was just the hottest Power Girl cosplay ever to burst out of the printed page. Except for not being blonde. Though at this point, all comic book artists would gladly change Kara’s hair color, eye tint and skin tone if it meant she could look even half as sexy as Nina did now in her bootleg costume.

"Good answer. And besides, there's no way even the improved perfume could do all that to my body, right? So it'll be okay if I maybe role-play as her with you a little bit, right?" She lunged forward and picked me up effortlessly. While I didn't weigh nearly as much as her car, it was no less surprising to be cradled like a child in Nina’s arms.

Several partygoers cheered and laughed as I squirmed in surprise. If it weren’t for all the social pressure, however… I would have loved this.

When one invests a certain amount of time into a superhero fandom they can develop some interesting quirks. Witnessing larger-than-life women rescue mere mortals like myself from their own follies—how could I not become obsessed with such an idea? And then for it to be a girl so hot she made power girl look like a basic bitch?

She did a little twirl with me held firmly in her arms before releasing me like an animal back into the wild. Her arms had practically domesticated me to a life of never having to walk again, so when my lizard brain needed to call upon my legs, they nearly faltered.

Honestly, it was amazing I could even walk after such a life-altering experience, much less continue the conversation.

“Actually, Matt, could you do me a biiiiig favor?”

“Of course, what’s up?”

“Could you run to my room and grab my phone charger? The one big downside of this costume is it has no pockets.”

“Maybe that should’ve been our senior project then,” I replied jokingly. But after she gave me an unamused look, I didn’t waffle around much longer. I marched up the stairs to her room, the chaos of the party gradually diminishing with each step.

Returning to Nina’s bedroom, I was greeted by an unfortunately familiar sight, one just as surprised to see me as I was to see them.

It was Jenny DuBois, and she was rummaging around Nina’s drawers. I didn’t have to guess what she was searching for, as she quickly retrieved the perfume bottle filled to the brim with our senior project.

“J-Jenny?” That was all I could get out before she overtook the conversation. Her giggling was downright deranged as she sprayed herself with a generous amount of the perfume, only stopping when it was enough to make her gag. Then, she looked my way.

“Oh, awesome. I don’t even have to track you down. You came right to me!”

I didn’t want to wait around much longer to find out what she meant by that. Unfortunately, she was the school’s track and field star and I was more of a biker than a runner. It was almost humiliating how fast she was able to pin me down, she must’ve been a lot faster and stronger than I’d initially thought… No! I can’t be thinking stuff like that! Not after she just sprayed herself with the perfume!

I tried calling out for Nina, but the music downstairs was loud enough to vibrate the floors and I suppose in my various delusional alterations of reality, I never imagined Nina with better-than-average hearing.

I kicked and squirmed, but to no avail. Jenny’s bear hug from behind slowly but surely dragged me back into the room, where I was promptly handcuffed to the bed frame. The blonde wasn’t fucking around, she had a whole kidnapping planned out and even accounted for possible improvization.

“Jenny, listen to me, this is insane! Let me go, please! I promise I won’t tell anyone if you do!”

“I’m not stupid, I know this perfume has something to do with Nina becoming impossibly sexy. And you’re going to tell me exactly what it is!” Jenny demanded. Her prodding information out of me was the least of my worries. All I needed to focus on was making sure my mind didn’t assume fantastical things about her until the perfume wore off…

“L-look, Jenny! Y-you aren’t going to beat Nina by just spraying yourself with it! That’s… that’s not how the perfume works!”

She huffed. “I’m not trying to beat Nina! I’m just trying to match her! W-we were supposed to be friends and she left me in the dust! I’m just trying to even the odds a little bit!”

In a way, I could sympathize with her plight. Nina was already the prettiest girl in the school before last month—and now she was the prettiest girl in the world. This fact certainly was not beneficial towards the psyches of high school seniors. I suppose the best thing I could do for Jenny was to let her down easy.

“You want to know how the perfume works? Well, I’m afraid it only works for Nina. It relies on my exaggerated perception of her literally becoming reality. I can’t even exactly explain the science behind it. But I know one thing for sure and, no offense, Jenny, but I don’t see you as sexy enough to make me believe the impossible.”

I would’ve said her dumbfounded, offended face was really satisfying to watch, but it quickly morphed a devious grin.

“Oh, is that so? Heh, well, looks like paying that security guard fifty bucks to tell me what he saw you two doing backstage. At first I thought it was some kind of demonic ritual, especially the kinky blindfold part, but now I understand fully. I just need to trick that brain of yours into thinking I’m prettier.”

She tore the sheets off of the bed and made a makeshift blindfold with it. Pulling my head back, she rested it in her bosom so I couldn’t reach my blindfolded eyes with my cuffed hands.

Well, I was as good as screwed.