Drifting high above the Earth’s curve, she hung in the void—just a silhouette against the infinite blaze of the sun. No cape. No emblem. Just living power.
The solar radiation struck her like a wave—and she opened herself to it fully.
At first, her already vast muscles tensed—quietly. Her traps lifted, then thickened. Her delts rounded out further, growing with a slow pulse like heartbeats made of stone. Her suit strained. The seams at her shoulders shivered.
Then came the rush.
Her back flared outward like wings of mass. Lats widened. Her arms twitched and surged, each bicep ballooning outward with raw density. Veins glowed faintly under her glistening skin. She gasped as her chest swelled—pecs thickening, pressing up and outward. Her breasts lifted under growing slabs of muscle as her upper body exploded with volume, layer upon unstoppable layer.
Her abs—already etched like a carved monument—pushed deeper, tighter, ridges becoming ridges within ridges.
And her thighs... her thighs split space. Hamstrings and quads flared, pushing each other apart, enormous and heavy, shining in the golden light. Her calves bunched as her boots reshaped around the weight of sheer might.
Her face was serene, almost amused. Then her eyes snapped open, glowing white-hot with energy.
She smirked.
"A Super Woman has needs..."
Another wave hit her—thicker than before. Her traps rose higher. Her forearms swelled. Her neck thickened beneath flowing golden hair as her body refused to stop growing. Every cell greedily drank the sun.
She floated there, arms out, larger than any mortal—larger than Superman now—her entire form a glossy, hulking, radiant temple of female strength.
Her breath hitched. Her body flexed, unintentionally, as a final surge traveled through her core and out her limbs. It was almost too much… and yet it felt perfect.
“Mmmm…” she purred, looking toward Earth now, her body so immense it blocked part of the sun behind her.
“…I’m full again.”
And the planet below? It didn’t yet know.
But it would.