EP12 flashback: Poderosa's powerful dream (story)

By special request from a fan over at the SuperheroineTFs group on Reddit, here's the original transformation tale of reporter Rosa Perez into the mighty Latina superheroine Poderosa, from her origin story in Episode 12, Season 1 of Heroineburgh.

Reporter Rosa Perez was rather low on the totem pole over at Pittsburgh television station Channel 16. She was the one who was always sent on wild goose chases in the boonies after trivial stories that sometimes didn't even pan out or yield any actual news coverage. 

A single mother with two beautiful kids, Max and Lisa, she had a busy work schedule but wanted to provide a better life for her children. She told her loyal cameraman, Pete Baron, that she dreamed of being a SuperMom, a heroine who could rush her kids to school at super-speed, and fly them quickly to soccer practice.

That evening, after returning with Pete from yet another no-show interview way out in the middle of nowhere, Rosa was sitting in her bedroom, checking out the week's assignment sheets on her tablet and cursing her boss, the intimidating Morgan Hedge. Just then, the dark-energy meteor exploded above downtown Pittsburgh, irradiating everyone within a several-mile radius. 

Rosa put her hand to her forehead, as she was suddenly feeling sweaty, flushed and lightheaded. The next thing she knew, a bolt of intense electrical energy incapacitated her, and she lay prone on the bed as the shock reverberated throughout her flesh. She began writhing uncontrollably in her business suit, blouse and slacks, experiencing a very strange mix of pain and pleasure as her body jerked and spasmed helplessly.

"Uhhhhhh..." she groaned softly, not fully realizing the extent of what was occurring within her physiology with her oxytocin and serotonin levels rising quickly. She just knew that a feeling of extreme rapture had spread throughout her system, mitigating against the strain of growth her muscles were undergoing. Her own body was protecting her from the most egregious effects of a physical transformation, brought about by her fervent wish to become a SuperMom.

Driven by Rosa's strong will, the dark energy was quickly imprinting major epigenetic changes on her XX chromosome, which were expressing themselves as her RNA commanded her muscles to expand and become incredibly dense. And although she retained a feminine softness on her exterior, her deeper dermal layer hardened until it was the consistency of tempered steel, essentially unable to be harmed by earthly weapons.

However, Rosa Perez knew none of this quite yet, as the exertion from the frantic convulsions caused by her powerful upgrade took its toll on her energy level. She grew very tired and sleepy, and immediately fell dormant on the bed, her psyche plunging into a lucid dream very different from any she had previously experienced.

Rosa suddenly found herself standing next to the bed, clad head to toe in a white spandex costume. Her hairdo had puffed outward to form a look similar to a 1980s rock star, like Pat Benatar or Chrissie Hynde, and she wore a white mask on her face, concealing her eyes. 

Her torso and midsection were covered by a stretchy white long-sleeved bodysuit which showcased her lovely curves, high cut against her thighs and cinched up tightly over her crotch. The suit sported an enigmatic logo that said "P-16", and was encircled by a shiny red belt, while she also wore a pair of soft blue opera gloves which extended well over her elbows. 

She noticed that shiny lycra tights were covering her legs, which ended in a beautiful pair of bright red go-go boots. A long, bright red cape flowed from her shoulders almost all the way to the floor. Marveling at just how well her petite yet astonishingly muscular body fit inside the costume, she nodded and smiled, impressed with her own majestic appearance. She didn't know exactly who she had become, but she surmised that she was some kind of important superheroine character.

Cupping a blue glove to her ear, Rosa found that she could detect the slightest sound from miles away, and she soon heard cries for help. Looking below at the foot of her bed, she spied her little blonde daughter, Lisa, trapped beneath the heavy wooden frame.

"Mommy! Mommy! Save me!" Lisa implored her mother, reaching up towards her plaintively. 

"I'm coming, Lisa mija, hold on!" Rosa grasped the bottom of the wooden bed, whose frame weighed several hundred pounds. Tugging mightily with her right hand in its blue glove, she lifted the bed several feet into the air, allowing Lisa to wriggle free.

As Rosa dropped the bed back onto the floor with a THUD!, Lisa rushed towards her mother, squeezing her tightly around her waist in a warm embrace. Rosa picked Lisa up, light as a feather, and cradled her in super-strong arms, exclaiming, "Wheeee! Mija, I'm so glad you're safe!"

She walked over to the comfortable chair on the other side of the bedroom, and put Lisa down, sitting next to her. Rosa kissed her daughter on the forehead. "Mwah! I love you so much, mija," she assured her. "But how did you get stuck down there under the bed?"

"I don't know, Mommy," answered Lisa, obviously distracted by her mother's unusual garb. "But you don't look like you usually do. I like how you saved me. Are you some kind of superhero now, Mommy? Look - you've got boobies!"

"Seems like I might be a superheroine, mija," nodded Rosa, glancing down at her chest. Her breasts were indeed fuller and rounder, very pleasant and attractive under her tight bodysuit. She didn't remember them being this large since the days when Lisa was a small nursing baby.

"And you're right - my boobs really look quite nice, don't they?"

"Yes, Mommy," Lisa agreed as she crawled up onto Rosa's lap. She was eight, still young enough to dote on her mother's affection. Lisa picked up a corner of Rosa's long red cape, rubbing it against her cheek like a security blanket.

"It's so soft, like my blankie! You look like Supergirl, Mommy. I saw her on TV. You have a red cape just like her!"

"That's true, mija," she acknowledged to her curious daughter. "But I'm not a girl like her, or like you. I'm a grown-up woman. And I've got these nice blue gloves, fitting my hands so well. Supergirl doesn't have those."

"Yeah!" enthused Lisa, grasping her mother's hand inside her glove, and touching her mother's arms encased in their white sleeves. "Pretty gloves! And you have big muscles. I bet you could lift up a car! You're Super Mommy!"

Rosa regarded her own finely contoured arms with wonder, flexing her biceps which bulged beneath the tight spandex fabric. She patted her stomach - a six-pack of rock-hard abdominal muscles had replaced the fatty flab, and further down, her thighs beneath the shiny sheer tights were now solid and dense, like mighty tree trunks.

None of these physical attributes had been there before, and it was clear that her body possessed incredible strength and power that she had yet to explore, with these new muscles obviously being the source.

"Super Mommy?" she replied to her daughter, chuckling with amusement. "Ha, ha! Well, I don't know about that one, I'm not a Saturday morning cartoon. But you've got the right idea, Lisa. I've got super powers now, so I just need to add a sense of that to my name."

"Power Woman? No, that sounds too much like a utility. 'Hello, sorry to bother you this morning, but I'm here to check your power company readings.' No, I think I'm better off leaning towards something in Spanish."

"Poder? Si, muy bien. Y yo soy Rosa. Poder plus Rosa equals Power Woman - Poderosa en Español. Poderosa! It's perfect!" she beamed with pride. "What do you think, mija?"

"I love you, Mommy!" Lisa threw her arms around Rosa in a warm embrace. Her mother responded by playfully pinching her cheeks.

"Well, I know that, you silly goose!" she laughed, nodding with satisfaction to herself and chanting her new name like a mantra.

"Poderosa. Yo soy Poderosa. I am Poderosa, the woman of power..."

At that moment, Rosa came to her senses, her long eyelashes fluttering and red lips puckering. Then she opened her eyes wide with surprise. She was back on the bedspread in her room, recalling the electric shocks which had cascaded across her body, causing her to writhe with a mixture of pain and pleasure. That had been quite an intense experience, and no wonder it had knocked her unconscious. She glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand - it was very early in the morning, and she had been dreaming much of the night.

She was still in her professional reporter attire, not in any kind of superhero costume. And yet...something felt very different. She touched her biceps inside her blouse, and sure enough - they were bulging and rock-hard, and her abs and legs had grown substantially as well. Her breasts were fuller and rounder, now substantial C-cups straining mightily against the elastic of her A-cup bra.

Rosa hadn't just imagined all of these changes in a dream. She had quite literally transformed her body overnight!

She wondered if the improvements had also affected her vision, so she removed her glasses, which had always made her look studious and intelligent while on camera, even if her colleagues, obsessed with shallow superficialities, gently ribbed her now and then for being such a nerd.

Lo and behold, her vision without them was perfect! No more nearsighted blurriness, and that was quite a revelation. Then she put them back on. She wasn't willing to let her spectacles go after being accustomed to them for so long. Besides which, they made her look smart, and removing them felt like such a secret thrill, like she was Clark Kent becoming Superman.

But Rosa did feel a bit sweaty and uncomfortably restricted by her tight white blouse. Her body needed space, more room to breathe. Grasping the sides of her shirt with strong hands, she tore the front of it apart like it was tissue paper, and several buttons went flying across the room. The open front exposed quite a bit of her lovely new cleavage, as she marveled at her magnificent chest.

"Whoa, dios mio! These puppies really did need some air!" she joked to herself. "But seriously, it looks like I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe to fit this more voluptuous physique - move everything a couple of sizes up. Hopefully I can get the station to cover it, if Mr. Hedge wouldn't be such a cheap bastard!"

She thought of her cameraman and confidante Pete Baron, whom she secretly loved. She believed he had a crush on her as well, but was just too shy to come out and admit it. They did work well together, regardless. It was high time for her to tell him how she felt, but she preferred to take her romance in gradual stages.

"Oh well, at least for right now, I'm just going to look quite a bit hotter on camera, and that's not a bad thing where Hedge is concerned, as he'll probably regard it as a positive asset and give me better assignments. I'll lean into it and start wearing some tight dresses on shoot locations to show off my new sexy shape!"

"Pete will probably notice, too, so I should bring him into my confidence about these changes to my body, and ask for his advice. He always has great suggestions on how to present myself to the public!"

Resolute in her decision to consult with Pete on her new persona, Rosa Perez strode confidently out her bedroom door, anticipating yet another morning of getting her kids ready for school and a grueling afternoon of hard-nosed reporting for Channel 16.

She had a strong premonition, however, that her life was just about to radically change!

[Elaborated in the written form, this story is only a small part of the narrative of Heroineburgh Episode 12, the origin story of Poderosa, the Puerto Rican superwoman. To get the full impact, download EP12 and any other episodes starring Poderosa from our website. She also appears in Heroineburgh Comics Issues 2 and 3, available from the same site, and will also have a starring role in Issue 4 coming soon! Everything can be purchased at www.heroineburgh.com ]