19-10-2020, 10:13 PM
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part 2
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Two days later, Redding put their plan into motion. Wonder Woman - although she had asked him to call her Diana - had recovered a little, but was still in a lot of pain, so needed little skill as an actor to play ill. Blackcurrant juice gave her lips a blue tinge, and he had mixed up some fake vomit from leftover food and drinks.
After calling out for a while, Rylan had appeared, and had swallowed the apparent deterioration hook, line and sinker. A few minutes later, Delgado appeared, still wearing the golden gauntlet. He hadn't trusted his 'friends' enough to leave it lying around. After explaining that he thought she was dying, Delgado literally hit the roof.
"If she dies, you die! She's a fucking goddess, you little shit! You know what that means! You told us yourself! When she dies, other gods find out! She goes to the fucking afterlife and tells them exactly what the fuck happened! So you save her! "Yelled the huge ringleader, hovering between the floor and ceiling. He drifted down to stand in front of Redding.
"I don't know if I can! She needs a fucking miracle! She's got the body of a 90 -year old, with pneumonia and bad circulation, and half a dozen broken ribs. Her magic bracers are supposed to make her twice as strong, but with two broken wrists, I can't get them back on!" cried Redding. "She needs a fucking ITU, not a camp bed in an old prison".
Diana slowly gasped for breath, her withered chest rising and falling slowly.
"Look, just take her to a hospital on the mainland," said Redding in a calmer voice. "She might pull through; or if not, you guys can just disappear"
Delgado wasn't listening. As expected, the throwaway remark about Diana's bracers had sunk home. He slipped off the gold gauntlet and picked them up from the counter. They were far too small for him, and he began trying to stretch them; but there was no way even he could make an impression on the indestructible metal.
As Delgado focused on trying to stretch the bracers out, Redding took a step back. The trace on the monitor became erratic as, under the sheet, Diana started slipping the oxygen probe off her finger. As the noise drew Delgado's attention, she disconnected her heart monitor with tiny movements of the other hand. He drew closer to her, crying out in fear and despair.
Redding took his chance behind the distracted villain; quietly slipping on the gauntlet. As Delgado turned back to him, Redding grabbed the man-god's wrist.
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A bolt of sheer power ran through Redding's body, grounding in his heart. It felt like an unending orgasm as it surged through him; his vision whiting out. When it was over, he saw Delgado falling limp at the end of his hand; his body weak and withered. The villain dropped the enchanted bracers, which clattered on the floor.
Redding felt amazing. Powerful, surging with energy, like he could do anything. The sound of the distant sea echoed in his ears. Looking down, his clothes were ripped and torn, his body slabbed with muscle. He looked at Diana, looking at him with wise but ancient eyes.
"My God," whispered Redding, still a little drunk on the power.
"Well done," said his patient calmly. "You have taken my power from him - and more!"
"I didn't mean to leave him so... so old and weak." said Redding.
"The transfer cannot be controlled, under the influence of the bracers." Diana explained. "Leave them. Come here".
She reached out a wrinkled hand. Hesitantly, Redding reached out with the gauntlet. Would it be so wrong to keep the power? Think what he could do with it!
No. No, the power wasn't his to keep. He took her hand as gently as he could.
This time, the power flowed smoothly. He could feel it draining from him, returning to its true owner. Before his eyes, Diana faded away; her skin lightening and smoothing, filling out. Her hair thickened and grew; her hospital gown lifted as her breasts swelled against it. In just a few seconds, Diana the old woman was gone, and Wonder Woman returned. He staggered a little, and sat heavily on the floor feeling lightheaded.
She spoke, her voice rich with strength, and yet gentle and smooth as silk.
"Thank you, Richard." she said as she sat up, long smooth legs sliding out to one side of the bed. She stood and stretched; her now glorious body arching back, breasts thrust towards him. He could see her nipples clearly through the flimsy fabric of her hospital gown, and looked away; a little confused by the contrast between his memory of her and the new, revitalised reality.
"Pass me my clothes," she requested as she began unwinding the bandages that has hidden her (actually unbroken) arms from view. She moved quickly - by the time Redding turned back to her, she was pulling out the drips he had placed in her left arm. The skin sealed up instantly over the tiny wounds.
Redding passed her pile of clothes over. The pants and thong went on beneath the gown, which she then tossed idly to the ground. Naked from the waist up, she was a glorious sight, muscles rippling in her flat stomach and arms; and her magnificent breasts swaying as she slipped her metallic bustier on. Redding stared, then blushed and looked away.
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Strong fingers took his chin, and gently but firmly turned his head back.
"You weren't so shy when you were bathing me," she said with a warm smile. She wriggled, her generous breasts settling into metal cups.
"You, err. You weren't so - so gorgeous!" said Redding. He felt like a teenage kid watching his friend's mom changing - scared, horny and totally unsure what was going to happen next.
Wonder woman slipped her golden tiara on, and then asked him, innocently, "Will you help me with my boots?"
Redding knelt down, holding the knee-high red leather boots up, one at a time. Wonder Woman slid first one, then the other slim foot and strong calf into the red leather which stretched tight around her muscular leg. He gazed up for a moment, and admired the statuesque beauty towering over him as she looked down with a sly smile.
"Now, whatever you're thinking... and I can see that you are... hold it for a while. I've got a little overdue justice to dispense!". She strode over to the door, saying "I'll be right back," and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Redding stood cautiously. He looked down at his hands - still healthy, young - more so than usual, in fact. Whatever had happened to such the life out of Delgado and Diana had not happened to him. He walked over to the single cracked mirror on the wall - and gaped.
In the cracked mirror, he saw a version of himself that he hardly recognised. Taller, younger, more handsome. Redding was in his forties, and more than a little out of shape - or at least, he had been. Now, he had a chiselled jaw, a full head of hair, and - confirmed when he pulled his shirt open - the physique of a Greek God!
He buttoned his shirt up slowly. He looked young, but as though he had spent his lifetime training to get in shape, which he never had. Somehow, he had retained some of the effects of Wonder Woman's powers that he has absorbed from Delgado.
He looked about the room. A heavy wooden chest of drawers stood against one wall. He lifted it with a single hand effortlessly. A broad smile crossed his face as his new reality began to set in.
to be continued....
Two days later, Redding put their plan into motion. Wonder Woman - although she had asked him to call her Diana - had recovered a little, but was still in a lot of pain, so needed little skill as an actor to play ill. Blackcurrant juice gave her lips a blue tinge, and he had mixed up some fake vomit from leftover food and drinks.
After calling out for a while, Rylan had appeared, and had swallowed the apparent deterioration hook, line and sinker. A few minutes later, Delgado appeared, still wearing the golden gauntlet. He hadn't trusted his 'friends' enough to leave it lying around. After explaining that he thought she was dying, Delgado literally hit the roof.
"If she dies, you die! She's a fucking goddess, you little shit! You know what that means! You told us yourself! When she dies, other gods find out! She goes to the fucking afterlife and tells them exactly what the fuck happened! So you save her! "Yelled the huge ringleader, hovering between the floor and ceiling. He drifted down to stand in front of Redding.
"I don't know if I can! She needs a fucking miracle! She's got the body of a 90 -year old, with pneumonia and bad circulation, and half a dozen broken ribs. Her magic bracers are supposed to make her twice as strong, but with two broken wrists, I can't get them back on!" cried Redding. "She needs a fucking ITU, not a camp bed in an old prison".
Diana slowly gasped for breath, her withered chest rising and falling slowly.
"Look, just take her to a hospital on the mainland," said Redding in a calmer voice. "She might pull through; or if not, you guys can just disappear"
Delgado wasn't listening. As expected, the throwaway remark about Diana's bracers had sunk home. He slipped off the gold gauntlet and picked them up from the counter. They were far too small for him, and he began trying to stretch them; but there was no way even he could make an impression on the indestructible metal.
As Delgado focused on trying to stretch the bracers out, Redding took a step back. The trace on the monitor became erratic as, under the sheet, Diana started slipping the oxygen probe off her finger. As the noise drew Delgado's attention, she disconnected her heart monitor with tiny movements of the other hand. He drew closer to her, crying out in fear and despair.
Redding took his chance behind the distracted villain; quietly slipping on the gauntlet. As Delgado turned back to him, Redding grabbed the man-god's wrist.
A bolt of sheer power ran through Redding's body, grounding in his heart. It felt like an unending orgasm as it surged through him; his vision whiting out. When it was over, he saw Delgado falling limp at the end of his hand; his body weak and withered. The villain dropped the enchanted bracers, which clattered on the floor.
Redding felt amazing. Powerful, surging with energy, like he could do anything. The sound of the distant sea echoed in his ears. Looking down, his clothes were ripped and torn, his body slabbed with muscle. He looked at Diana, looking at him with wise but ancient eyes.
"My God," whispered Redding, still a little drunk on the power.
"Well done," said his patient calmly. "You have taken my power from him - and more!"
"I didn't mean to leave him so... so old and weak." said Redding.
"The transfer cannot be controlled, under the influence of the bracers." Diana explained. "Leave them. Come here".
She reached out a wrinkled hand. Hesitantly, Redding reached out with the gauntlet. Would it be so wrong to keep the power? Think what he could do with it!
No. No, the power wasn't his to keep. He took her hand as gently as he could.
This time, the power flowed smoothly. He could feel it draining from him, returning to its true owner. Before his eyes, Diana faded away; her skin lightening and smoothing, filling out. Her hair thickened and grew; her hospital gown lifted as her breasts swelled against it. In just a few seconds, Diana the old woman was gone, and Wonder Woman returned. He staggered a little, and sat heavily on the floor feeling lightheaded.
She spoke, her voice rich with strength, and yet gentle and smooth as silk.
"Thank you, Richard." she said as she sat up, long smooth legs sliding out to one side of the bed. She stood and stretched; her now glorious body arching back, breasts thrust towards him. He could see her nipples clearly through the flimsy fabric of her hospital gown, and looked away; a little confused by the contrast between his memory of her and the new, revitalised reality.
"Pass me my clothes," she requested as she began unwinding the bandages that has hidden her (actually unbroken) arms from view. She moved quickly - by the time Redding turned back to her, she was pulling out the drips he had placed in her left arm. The skin sealed up instantly over the tiny wounds.
Redding passed her pile of clothes over. The pants and thong went on beneath the gown, which she then tossed idly to the ground. Naked from the waist up, she was a glorious sight, muscles rippling in her flat stomach and arms; and her magnificent breasts swaying as she slipped her metallic bustier on. Redding stared, then blushed and looked away.
Strong fingers took his chin, and gently but firmly turned his head back.
"You weren't so shy when you were bathing me," she said with a warm smile. She wriggled, her generous breasts settling into metal cups.
"You, err. You weren't so - so gorgeous!" said Redding. He felt like a teenage kid watching his friend's mom changing - scared, horny and totally unsure what was going to happen next.
Wonder woman slipped her golden tiara on, and then asked him, innocently, "Will you help me with my boots?"
Redding knelt down, holding the knee-high red leather boots up, one at a time. Wonder Woman slid first one, then the other slim foot and strong calf into the red leather which stretched tight around her muscular leg. He gazed up for a moment, and admired the statuesque beauty towering over him as she looked down with a sly smile.
"Now, whatever you're thinking... and I can see that you are... hold it for a while. I've got a little overdue justice to dispense!". She strode over to the door, saying "I'll be right back," and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Redding stood cautiously. He looked down at his hands - still healthy, young - more so than usual, in fact. Whatever had happened to such the life out of Delgado and Diana had not happened to him. He walked over to the single cracked mirror on the wall - and gaped.
In the cracked mirror, he saw a version of himself that he hardly recognised. Taller, younger, more handsome. Redding was in his forties, and more than a little out of shape - or at least, he had been. Now, he had a chiselled jaw, a full head of hair, and - confirmed when he pulled his shirt open - the physique of a Greek God!
He buttoned his shirt up slowly. He looked young, but as though he had spent his lifetime training to get in shape, which he never had. Somehow, he had retained some of the effects of Wonder Woman's powers that he has absorbed from Delgado.
He looked about the room. A heavy wooden chest of drawers stood against one wall. He lifted it with a single hand effortlessly. A broad smile crossed his face as his new reality began to set in.
to be continued....
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