Alice takes superboy's powers

 Alice takes superboy's powers by duvshanit

this is a realy awsome story about femdom and as its name already mentioned, it is about a girl who takes the powers of superboy. superboy is her boyfriend and despite his powers he let himself being controlled by her like a total wimp, he even agree to give his powers to her after she threatens to brake up with him if he wouldn't do it. and when she dose get his powers she becomes much more controllive and disrespectful to him but reveal herself to be a loving girlfriend with a desire to compensate her boyfriend for his lost powers...

i think you can notice that this story is made by a girl even without looking at her profile

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Ben Kent, also known as "superboy", flew to his girlfriend's home after buying her chocolates, hoping that this day she would finaly let him "go all the way" with her.

"Hi alice!, Look what I bought you!" ben shouted behind the window of her bedroom while she struggled with her homework on geometry. She understand nothing of it at all.

“Ugh! Can't you knock on the door like normal person? You’re always showing off your superpowers. You do it at least once a week since we started going steady more than month ago," said alice as ben entered the room through the open window.

"Awww, don’t be like that! Don’t you love chocolates?" ben said hiding his disappointment. She never liked any of his presents.

“Hmmph! I am on diet for now. You with your superbrain should know that. I've told you often enough that I need to get rid of the fat. Your stupid chocolates just make it harder for me."

"You don’t need to get rid of any fat. You look great. I love every inch of your body!" Ben said as he started to hold her and kiss her while she tried in vain to push against his superhuman strength.

"Get off me! you hurting me!" alice shouted crossly, making Ben back off with a frustrated look on his eyes

“Aww, come on, Alice. We are both 16 years old and we’ve been going steady for more than a month already, but you still won’t let me to do anything with you!"

Alice knew she was just making him want her more and more, which made her feel very pleased with herself. He may be super, but she was the one who had the power in the relationship, but his powers is just too much for her. She sat on the bed,thinking for a minute and said, "Look, Ben I've been thinking about us. I do love you, you are cute and a nice boy, but you are very aggressive and impulsive and it’s just too hard to be with you with all your powers, especially your superhuman strength. I have bruises from all the times you've gotten too excited when we make out or when you hold me without considering your strength. I think we need to break up".

all for her

all for her by marknew

this story is about james bond and how he and a girl he meet at the casino are being traped by a villainess that drains both him and the girl of their physical attributes from muscles to height and breast size. there is also nice sexual-humiliation scene at the end.

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James and a new friend he picked up at the casino, a gorgeous, tall, voluptuous girl, Paula
Fyre, are tied up together in the villain's lair.  A petite, 5'2", dark haired girl, wearing shorts
and a halter top, is standing over them.

"Who are you?" James asks roughly.

"Why, I am your jailor," she replies evenly.

"Where are we?  What are you going to do with us?" Paula Fyre asks, a bit fearfully.

"You're at the headquarters of F.E.M.M., Females Evidencing Massive Musculature."

James snorts.  "And you are a prime example, I suppose."

Vickie ignores him.  "Look at the pictures on the wall, Miss Fyre."  She motions to a line of
portraits showing women with immense biceps and chests, limp, beaten men lying alongside
them.

"They look like women, I guess, but I've never seen women like them, before," Paula says,
eyeing them closely.

"My name is Vickie, not 'before', but that is an apt name you've used.  And I look forward to
your thoughts when you will see 'after' later," she replies with hidden amusement. She smiles
at Paula Fyre, then turns to Bond.  "And you, Mr. Bond, will pay for your attempted
interference with our plans.  Your life as an aggressive, overbearing male is over.  Your new
assignment will provide you with little scope for your sexist games.  You now work for
F.E.M.M.  You shall serve our cause."

shooting supergirl

shooting supergirl by marknew

supergirl is being lured into a trap by a villainess named leila who manage to slowly

stealing her super-powers and even super-powered body fetures like the super-perkiness

of her breasts. there is also nice humiliation scenes which make this story so great.

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Supergirl sat comfortably in the Today show studio and waved to the crowd
of tourists outside on Rockefeller Plaza. She shook her head to let her
blonde hair flow over her shoulders and leaned back slightly so that the
bold outline of her fabulous breasts was plainly visible.  She twisted
slightly left and right and let them bounce slightly and push harder
against her costume while the camera focused on her.  Why not?  This was
as close as the audience would ever get to them and, being "super" she
wasn't worried about dealing with any "unwelcome" advances.  As if anyone
would dare!

It was a kind of unwritten understanding she had developed with her
admirers, one that was very different from the way her cousin, Kal-el, had
always had to protect his image.  As a male, any display of his sexuality,
which was naturally amplified by his super-strength and other imposing
powers, would be perceived as dangerous and personally threatening.  Given
his unlimited potency and unstoppable strength, Supergirl well understood
how humans would regard THAT as more than a bit frightening.  Well, to
everyone except for that sex-crazed, power-worshipping harpy, Lois!  But
for Supergirl, as a super-female, flaunting her sexy body, just a little,
humanized her image, softened it, and helped reconcile humans to the
combination of her being a female with strength and power that was so far
beyond them. It also put her enemies off their guard.  Oh, did it ever! 
She willed her nipples to harden just a bit more.  There!  Perfect!

She had done these interviews thousands of times.  The questions were
always the same.  Some she had always refused to answer, like her bra size
(she didn't need to wear one), her sexual interests (no human could ever
satisfy them, so why go there!), and her relationship with a certain male
superhero (let them just TRY to guess what they did in private, and woe to
him if he ever told!).  But she let them ask about anything else.  

Matt Lauer cleared his throat. "Supergirl, with Superman busy battling
the intergalactic mob, does the latest crime spree by the West Side boys
worry you?  They have killed three police officers so far and have avoided
every attempt by the Metropolis police to catch them."

She leaned forward.  It was, of course, exactly the question she
expected.  The so-obvious subtext, what they were really saying but
wouldn't dare say to her directly, was "So far, you've let these criminals
run wild.  Superman would have stopped them long ago.  Is it because you
wonder whether you, a mere slip of a girl, can handle these hardened
criminals all by yourself?" was so demeaning, especially because, unknown
to everyone but her cousin, she was the more powerful of the two of them. 
But she wouldn't reveal that secret, or show that she'd taken offence, not
the way she would have when she was just sixteen.  No.  She'd learned a
lot in five years.  She smiled and let her nipples harden more -- that
would throw him off balance -- and gave her usual answer.  "Not at all. 
But I can't be everywhere at once, nor would I want to be.  I have my own
interests, my own life too.  The police are responsible for solving
ordinary crimes.  They will let me know if and when things get out of
hand, and I will, of course, step in when they need me. All they have to
do is ask and I'll be there."

The audience cheered, bringing Lauer out of his nipple-induced trance.

"Um, er, yes, thank you Supergirl.  Um, you're certainly erect, I mean,
electable to er ....

Supergirl smiled sweetly and leaned forward, her eyebrows raised, as if
she were trying to understand the next question. She thought she'd made
her points very well, so to speak.  She leaned back and let her nipples
recede a bit, letting him recover his poise.  "Er, yes, I can understand
why preventing petty crime would be ... a bit dull for you, with your busy
social life," he continued.  "Can you tell us what most annoys you when
facing the average criminal, I mean, as opposed to the super-powered
intergalactic evildoers Superman is battling even as we speak?"

Doesn't he KNOW how belittling that is?!  Didn't they EVER learn! 
Supergirl barely resisted the temptation to bathe him in deadly heat
vision.  Well, let's see how well he handles her "points" for the
remainder of the session.  Yes, let him deal with THIS answer!  "I suppose
I find all criminal behavior annoying," she said, more coldly, her nipples
rising and now sticking out like bullets.  "One thing that does annoy me
is that, after all these years, common criminals still insist on shooting
off their itty-bitty little weapons at me.  You'd think that after all
this time they'd know that they can't affect me.  I'm invincible.  Bullets
just bounce off me.  Everyone knows that.  Yet they insist on shooting at
me, endangering only themselves and other bystanders.  And -- I suppose I
can say this to THIS mature audience -- they seem to have a particular
fascination with aiming at my breasts.  Can you understand why they do
that?" she asked, innocently.