Author's Corner: Heroes. People of impossible power and morality. It's a beauty just to watch, just to see them prepare to do their thing. I think so. Our director  hitoshuraprime thinks so. Let us see it, in this, the spectacular first issue!

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Sarah awoke to a wall of abs, twin eight-packs facing her on two sides. The set visible through the V-cut top was recognizable as Victoria, and spoke to her, “Y'alright there?”

“Yes, fine, good. Probably,” Sarah answered.

“That's good to hear,” the other set spoke, being much leaner than Victoria's set and clad in red spandex, “I'm here, too, if you need the extra help.”

Sarah looked up to try and put faces to the voices. Victoria was there, and so was... somebody she'd never met before. He looked like a shorter, leaner version of Victoria. Only male and somehow still more bottom heavy.

“And you are?” Sarah asked outright.

“Oh right, where are my manners, I'm the Rubbull Righter! Greatest superhero in-” Victoria cut him off with a glare, “I'm Mateo, Vicky's brother. Here in case you need help with some of the weirder bits and all that.” he finished sheepishly.

Sarah was flattered, she got two superheroes just because. “Thanks, it means a lot, I know I'm going to need it with my house missing.”

Victoria chuckled, “Yeah, can't exactly make it the cave of silver now, can you?”

Sarah laughed too, despite herself. Something at the back of her mind was still bugging her.

Mateo remembered it first, “Yeah, cutting this off. Sis, she forgot and needs to be told again. In a way that WON'T induce fainting.”

Victoria stopped laughing and considered, before hopping over to the fire rubble and pulling up a metal disc. “Hey Sarah, I found your hot plate, check it out!” the cowgirl lobbed the disc towards Sarah and the dragon felt time slow. That was the item that had destroyed her house? It was hot enough to burn brick, and it was just being thrown at her? She could die! Just like she lost everything... Sarah felt a flash of anger and raised a leg as high as it would go... connecting with the plate in midair and making her wince as she hear an enormous boom and metal bits went flying.

The moment of slow motion continued as Sarah watched the plate go up... and up... and out of her sight. Oh yeah, Victoria had said something else before she passed out didn't she?

Sarah had superpowers. Watching her first personal antagonist disappear into the stratosphere was the first time she had actually managed to hold the thought. This meant... well it meant a change. She didn't exactly have anything else to do now, though.

Victoria watched the plate go up in equal surprise. “Alright then! Was kind of expecting ice breath, glad I didn't throw something actually hot, but good news, you get to add super strength to your power list. Bad news, I'm starting to get very suspicious of your powerset and we need to get you to the Goodness Organization fast.”

Sarah was pumped. Despite everything she felt amazing. Maybe it was lasting wooziness, maybe emotional catharsis, but she felt... free. If she needed to start moving fast, that was fine by her. “Go for it,” Sarah said, “so, you got like a teleporter or anytheeeeeeeeEEEEE-” Sarah was cut off by Victoria grabbing her and taking off in flight.

After the initial shock, Sarah quickly got over things and started looking around. The view was amazing, the city below her blurring into lines and quickly disappearing to be replaced by green forests and golden crops flying by. The wind roaring in her ears drowned everything out, but she could see just fine, three digit wind sliding off her eyes without so much as a sting as she watched the world become indistinct. Then, as soon as it it had started, it was over, and the dragon stood with her two companions in front of an ornate, iron grey building on the outskirts of an entirely different city from the one she'd been in moments before.

Statues of heroes lined the stairs to an enormous entry pavilion; some Sarah recognized, others less so, but each bore an inscription of names, dates of service, and heroic deeds. Atop the stairs, enormous doors of bulletproof glass still riddled with cracks sat before a plaque 'Goodness Organization – Good heroes don't need good marketing'. Sarah's ebullience rose more and more as she stepped over the threshold; an eight foot purple behemoth in full power armor sat behind the entry desk, sounding off a series of “GO Heroes, please hold.”

It was just familiar enough to make Sarah feel like she'd be right at home. The super receptionist looked in her director before slamming the phone down. “YOU!” He shouted, causing Sarah to cringe at his powerful voice.

“Me,” Victoria answered, “relax, Chet, I'm leaving. Just wanted to drop off a new breakthrough and my brother. You're okay with her using your facilities, right?”

“LEAVE!” Chet bellowed, and Victoria shrugged before giving Sarah's shoulder a comforting squeeze and quietly hovering backwards out the door, waving goodbye.

“Ahem. Hello, and welcome to GO Heroes, premiere public powers on this coast,” the behemoth calmed down almost immediately, revealing his natural color to be more of a peach, “Here you can enter your powers as a matter of public record, and in return we can provide you with costumes, agents for jobs and merchandising, trials and everything you need to be a superhero beyond power and a will to goodness – because we believe that's all anybody should need. How may I help you?”

It was definitely scripted, but Sarah was practically bouncing when Mateo spoke. “Rubbull Righter here to sponsor a new breakthrough, full powers testing.”

The behemoth eyed them, “You realize, of course, last time you said that we lost a ten digit sum in equipment?”

Mateo stared back, “You realize, of course, that doesn't actually matter?”

Sarah felt the tension, before the receptionist sighed. “If it happens again, I am taking you to a boy scout class and teaching them knot tying.”

Mateo gulped, “Duly noted.”

The receptionist pushed one button and waved them through, a side wall sliding open to reveal an elevator as the bull boy motioned for Sarah to step in. He pressed B17 and turned to her as the elevator fell silently.

“I'm an official member. Sis is officially banned. When she did her intake, she broke a LOT of stuff. I hope you don't mind me saying, but a part of me hopes you're not quite as strong as she was.”

Sarah responded, “Yeah, about that, who the hell are you? Brother, yes, fine, but you know what I mean...” The dragon pouted just a bit. A part of her really wanted to get 'inducted' by the Almighty Aurochs.

Mateo took it in stride, “Perfectly understandable. I am Mateo Rodriguez, also known as the Rubbull Righter. My schticks as a hero are stretching powers and being totally ridiculous so people underestimate me. I'm rated class B+++ in terms of power, I enjoy scary movies and fruity drinks, and my most notable feature is a butt so big the superhero tailors still have to make my civilian pants.”

Sarah just looked at him.

“Whaaat, did you not want my online profile? Ohheylook we're here.” Mateo said as the door opened.

Sarah shrugged and stepped through, he did seem nice enough, just not her usual type.

He'd make a good coworker, though.

Sarah grinned at allowing her own mischievous thought as she looked around. It wasn't a familiar facility, but speakers on the ceiling started directing her. It was her first chance to show off her powers. To a league, to a hero, to herself... she wondered if she had some kind of weird power that didn't work when nervous, that would be embarrassing...

Putting her doubts aside, Sarah approached the first machine. A towering monstrosity of metal and concrete, it loomed over her as she approached an X on the ground.

“Durability Testing” the voice from the seeker sounded almost before Sarah could think “Wait, what” to herself. On reflex she flinched as something came down from the ceiling, hitting her on the head, but when she didn't feel anything she looked back up.

“GO thanks you for your politeness. In order to build passion for strength testing and determine what equipment must be powered, our industries have advised us to always test durability first. Were you a normal person, the last impact would have been slightly painful. Now that your possession of actual enhanced durability is confirmed, we require your permission to proceed to advanced levels,” the voice was monotone but somehow still ominous.

“Sssure?” Sarah said tentatively.

“Level two activated.”

A horrible grating began from the ceiling and dozens of mechanical arms came out carrying various implements with intent to use them on her. Sarah took a step back automatically.

“You are leaving the X. Would you like restraints, subject?” the machine sounded awfully villainous for hero equipment, but Sarah steeled herself and returned to the X.

First came the knives. Various pocketknives came at her at an assorment of speeds. Hard slow stabs, quick momentum heavy slashes... they ran across her scales and bounced right off. They didn't even tingle, leaving completely untarnished silver in their wake.

“Level Three, blunt impacts.” Then came the bats. An assortment of clubs metal and plastic were flung at her by a rotating arrangement, failing to hurt her, failing to impact her at all... The machine started making a grinding sound as it failed to even push her from the X before withdrawing any bats against her. Finally a perfectly lathed louisville slugger came down attacked to a much larger hand and swung right at her face... breaking perfectly in half, leaving a sad splintery connection.

“Level Four, comparative vulnerability testing.” A single needle came down. It was only Sarah's incredible elation at the slowly dawning knowledge of how powerful she had to be now that kept her from realizing. In one fell motion, the needle went straight for her eye, hitting her cornea at speed. The needle snapped in half just as Sarah grabbed the arm in reflex and crushed it completely.

“Our apologies, the first eye test is most difficult. GO disposable needle arm will not be charged to any clients, guaranteed.” the voice said, “Level four continuing.”

Initial outburst over with, Sarah did her best to hold still as an entire sword the size of her arm was shoved right into her eye to no effect. It slid across the surface of her eyeball and under her eyelid with a sickly squelch, then a reflexive blink knocked it down and out of the mechanical arm.

“Level Five, civilian projectiles” Towers rose from the floor and began to shoot Sarah, bullets flattening against her scales and clattering to the floor.

“Level Six, anti-military” a tank gun emerged from the floor, firing an enormous shell directly into Sarah's abdomen and screwing itself into her navel, leaving a little cast of the shell after she pulled it out.

“Level Seven, superscience” an enormous apparatus emerged from the ceiling as restraints grabbed her from below, blue lights and lines blinking on across an enormous barrel as lightning crackled in the distance. An enormous disc was launched at her via rail cannon, striking her across the wrist and bouncing off into the distance.

“Level... Eight...” the machine seemed to be slowing, “Armor Piercing” a thin strip of silvery metal along a single sword came down, making a slow but powerful cut against her scales. Sarah actually saw a brief crack form before the gash resealed itself before blood could be drawn or the device could go in deeper.

“Level Nine” could monotones be frustrated? “Anti-Power,” A series of lights lit up in a diagram on the floor and a wave of magenta light swept through her before a simple BB gun came down and fired on her at point blank range. The ball bearing flattened. Sarah wondered what else could possibly happen.

“Max Level, True, perfect Harm” the machine retreated into the ceiling, replaced by a single, giant circular saw slowly falling towards Sarah. Light blazed from the circle around her, the restraints held her steady, and diamond flecks and more along the edge of the blade shone with light as the fell towards her chest. Sarah closed her eyes as it came down, actually crying out as she felt her scales crack and collapse before something wet made itself felt alongside a great deal of pain... then there was an audible 'sproing' and Sarah felt fine.

She opened her eyes. Her chest wasn't bloody at all, her scales looked as good as they always did. Her nice G-cup tits were just as perky as they always were and wait what. Her chest had grown. Did... did saws give implants in professional heroing?

“Thank you for your patience,” the mechanical voice came down, “This unit is 'pleased' to announce you to have S- rank invulnerability (near insurmountable invulnerability, plus regeneration, cannot be shut off).”

Sarah barely listened, absentmindedly playing with her chest. They felt real, albeit far too tight and round for anybody but a superhuman. She pinched a nipple and was pleased to see she could feel the tingle, even if apparently they were still exceptionally bulletproof. “I've got an announcement of my own, I've got tiiiits!” Sarah said, “Oh god that was supposed to be internal,” she immediately followed.

Mateo made his presence known, “That happens sometimes. I once heard it proposed to be called 'Reflection' sometimes when a hero uses their powers to the limit for the first time, their physical appearance will change. I'd expect a few more if I were you.”

Sarah was ecstatic. Okay, yes, she also was before, but now she REALLY was. Getting to be a superhero was nice. Getting to look like one... that was perfect. Thoughts of Victoria's own physique went through Sarah's mind and she shuddered a little, feeling a tiny bit wet before writing it off and continuing to the next testing chamber.

The next chamber was a little disapointing, actually. They tested her for superspeed with the use of a giant treadmill, and all she got out of that was that she couldn't walk and fantasize at the same time, given that she almost fell off on the 'normal human' setting. She didn't even learn that she could apparently fly without flapping her wings until Mateo told her she was forgetting to do so after the fact. At least she could kind of hover on reflex when thrown off things, that'd be handy.

Sarah was a new kind of ready for fun when she made it to the third chamber, “Strength Testing” a different mechanical voice called down from the ceiling, “Please make yourself comfortable.” Sarah wondered if she would have to punch up a car, unwittingly thinking about fighting games. She tried to see if she could hover an inch of the ground with her arms cross in a pose; it was an interesting version of comfortable, but she wanted to feel like a badass going into this.

“Level One” a floor panel flipped over, revealing a mundane weight bench stacked with plates, Sarah just drifted over and knocked the entire setup into the wall with a single kick. “Mundane... test... okay.” the mechanical voice was much better at voicing disappointment.

“Level Two, abhuman” An electric car dropped right on Sarah and she caught it one handed, watching her arm for signs of change. She attempted a few lifts with it, hoping to stretch her tricep, but there was no change. Sarah tossed the car in the air and caught it on her horns, launching herself through.

“Level Three, please do not abuse equipment” the machine voice called chidingly as Mateo quietly stepped out, looking concerned. Sarah jumped back and forth like a boxer as she waited, eventually a tank fell next to her and she launched a punch, shoving her fist right through the armor. “Please remove the... that works too.”

“Level Four, just... do whatever I guess” a bucket of steel balls rose from the floor, Sarah grabbing one and gripping it tight, squeezing until it grew red hot and deformed in her hand, slowly falling around her and onto the floor.

“F-Five? Eight?” the machine actually sounded nervous as it deployed an enormous rack like machine bolted to the floor and so thick it was practically a cube. It held two knobs on it, and Sarah started trying to pull them together, grinning wider as it actually took some effort and the metal began to groan with the effort, a counter rapidly ticking up on a readout before the flexion from being on the same face as Sarah's movement made it shatter. Before the machine as a whole went, the mechanical voice pleaded for Sarah to step away so it could withdraw, and the dragon did so mercifully.

“Nine... sigh.” the machine seemed resigned, somehow, as a simple orb rose into the air, floating ahead of Sarah. The dragon wasn't quite sure what to do with it, so she reached her tail out, swiping it as hard as she could. There was a sickening CRACK and the orb turned black, seeming to vanish as a horrible sucking sound went through the room before two hemispheres emerged from the walls to contain the black orb.

“Ten” there was a sense of finality two it as a single, enormous panel came down from the ceiling... with Victoria sprawled across it. “Hey there baby. Wanna punch my abs as foreplay?”

“W-what?” Sarah caught herself mid rampage, thoughts feeling slightly foggy.

“Yeah I thought that'd get ya,” the cowgirl said, “it's just, this is pretty close to how my first time went, and if you hit that thing, you are gonna break this entire building. So I want you to punch something more durable instead.”

Sarah didn't want to hurt Victoria. Wait, what was she thinking? Victoria was the strongest person imaginable... so to hurt her... she'd have to be beyond imagining. She'd have to be...

Maybe Sarah did want to hurt Victoria a tiny bit.

The dragon launched her first punch, slamming right into the cowgirls abs with a devastating thunderclap... but pushing her back not at all. Sarah brought her other hand around, going again.

“Your technique is terrible, you know, you'll have to be way stronger than that to do this,” Victoria boasted as Sarah intensified.

One punch, two, ten. A kick, a claw, Sarah was a wild animal tearing at her hero but nothing worked. Then Sarah focused. Amidst the chorus of thunderclaps, she felt something deep inside of her, and she forced it out, launching a punch at the cowgirl's beautiful, enviable abs.

Victoria didn't flinch... but Sarah did grow. Her arm ballooned in size, biceps flashing past twenty inches in a second, angry veins running through her forearms as they became impossibly tight. Even her chest thrust out further as the pectoral shelf held them just that extra bit higher. She launched her other arm, it's swelling following the first. She hammered, again and again watching herself grow inch by inch as the air shook and the world became heat and noise from the repeated impacts. She put both arms together, bringing them down, and forced the Almighty Aurochs herself to take a step back.

Sarah pressed the advantage, legs following arms. She kicked that cow right in her iron ass, watching diamonds show on her calves as with every twist and kick her thighs thickened beyond belief. She looked like some ridiculous pastiche of a sex doll, but with muscle and power in place of softness. The world itself was shaking as she stomped harder and harder, admiring the contours of the ass as she felt it – ever so slightly – give way to her assault with the cow falling to her knees.

Sarah grabbed Victoria, each wing following her muscle growth with a 'snap' as she did naught but flap, sening them both airborne, before the dragon threw her entire weight into it, slamming the cowgirl into the floor as hard as she could, putting her whole body into it.

An enormous dust cloud rose up from a floor that had been reinforced metal as two figures stood up.

“Bloody hell girl, did you ABLATE my costume?” Victoria stood nude looking across from her.

Sarah smiled, “Of course not, nothing can kill you.”

Victoria chuckled, “Empirically, it would seem so, sure, but for a moment I thought you came DAMN close. I want you to check something.”

The machine, still intact despite it all, slowly lowered a mirror to where they stood as the dust finally settled around a perfectly Victoria-shaped imprint of collapsed metal. “Congratulations, this machine is proud to say it has survived your assessment at S+ class strength 'conventionally immeasurable'. Please, client, take a look at yourself.”

Sarah looked good. Eight bricks pushed out of her midriff, every bit the equal of the finest set she had woken up to this morning. Her tits were simply incredible, too big to be normal but on her frame they were just the perfect accent of femininity. Even her ass got in on the affair at some point, swelling into a pair of enormous boulders holding her tail taught. She looked at herself next to Victoria in the mirror. Her upper body was actually MORE muscular than the mightiest superhero in the world. Her thighs weren't quite as big, her legs weren't quite as strong, but they looked a perfect pair nonetheless. All the might in the world and showing every bit of it.

Sarah couldn't help but feel lusty. For herself, for Victoria, it was an inspiring moment. The dragon took a few steps towards the cowgirl, running a hand across her exposed chest. It was actually soft against her hand.

“A bit forward aren't you?” Victoria chimed.

“Oh like you haven't been flirting with me all day,” Sarah responded.

“Heh, guilty as charged, nevertheless, this is just date two, and I must insist we have a third before we have our fun.”

“Got something in mind?” Sarah snuggled against the hero's heavy hair while she had the chance.

“A little bit... you see...” a red light flashed and an alarm began sounding as Victoria motioned for the stairs. Sarah began climbing them tentatively as Mateo showed up and handed her a costume, apologizing for short notice. It was a simple number, red boots, a silver pouch belt, and a red leotard that she put on as they climbed and Victoria accepted a spare costume of her own. Sarah absently picked at her chest, cutting a cleavage window out of the flimsy costume as she eyed Victoria's shoulders with desire.

Sarah followed her onto the GO landing, surprised at the lack of light. She wondered how long she'd been in there before she saw it: a great crack across the sky, night lying in a strip where there should have been day... and was, around a single tendril.

“You see...” Victoria reiterated, “We're going to have to do some actual heroing a bit ABOVE my weight class.”