Dominique enjoyed the feeling of knowing that there was not a human being alive who could match the power her body now possessed - and all packed into the form of a chocolate sex dream. Men would kill to fuck her. Men would probably be willing to die to fuck her. Heck, if she was feeling particularly randy there was a very good chance men would die fucking her.

And this thought caused her pause. It wasn't because she felt some moral repugnance at the notion of men dying in order to provide her with pleasure. She'd always thought of her own pleasure as more important than anyone else's, and since her transformation she had definitely decided that her pleasure was more important than anything else, including other people's lives. No, what gave her pause was that she might be caught and stopped. If she left a trail of fucked to death guys behind her no doubt the cops would come after her - heck, finding her DNA wouldn't be hard - Matt's cock was slick with an ample source of her DNA. And while she doubted one or two cops could do much to stop her - they might even give her a good time on their way out - a SWAT team or a military unit could almost definitely take even her down.

Yeah, if she wanted to truly get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it she would need even more power. When she was done she'd have such dense muscles that she'd be bulletproof - heck, rocket proof. She'd read in a comic when she was young that not even a bursting shell could pierce Superman's skin and that was what she wanted to be true about her.

Picking up the gun, Dominique cranked the setting up even higher yet, she pointed it at herself just as the door behind her opened and Matt's girlfriend Kara ducked her head in to check on her boyfriend's slow departure from the room.

"Matt?!?"