Ultragirl Speaks

My boyfriend

2007-02-08T10:37:00.000-08:00

My boyfriend is quite a man. Most guys are so intimidated by my power, much less my beauty, that I can hardly get them to make a coherent sentence. My boyfriend started out like that, but he was very cute about it.

As much as I adore him, he can be forgetful. Much like today for example.

"You're not going anywhere until I get a proper kiss." I scolded him. He looked a bit taken aback, but that was probably because I was holding his 500 hp sports car back with only a couple of fingers. It took him a moment to understand what was going on as he pressed harder on the gas pedal. I waited patiently while it's wheels squealed loudly trying to escape the hold of my fingers on the frame of his door.

He smiled when he realized what had been happening. I was happening. I smiled back.

"So?" I blinked. He kissed me full on the lips, because he knows better not to. He took a moment to gather himself. I can take a lot out of a man.

A gentle push from me and he was propelled down the street faster than his car would ever have been capable of on it's own. Don't worry, he was wearing his seatbelt.

Crossfit...HA!

2007-02-04T08:39:00.000-08:00

My current boyfriend- yes, I'm attempting a relationship- has been really into this crossfit stuff. It looks pretty challenging for normal people. Lot's of olympic looking lifts and stuff. I'm more used to lifting cars, trains, and tanks than barbells, but I could see where he'd get a good work-out. Of course, the above mentioned lifts arent much of a workout for me really.

One morning I saw him looking over the website.

"Didn't get a good enough workout last night?" I asked as I dried my hair.

"Oooh yeah. I'm a bit sore." He smiled. He smiles a lot lately. Of course, his girlfriend is the most powerful, and sexy, woman in the solar system. "I'm just looking at my workout for today."

"Can I see?" I bent over next to him. I was still a bit damp and very naked. You know me. Clothes optional.

"Why you gonna try it?"

"Right, cause I'd get a real good workout with 100 push-ups." I rolled my eyes. To prove my point, I took the push-up position on the floor, with one finger. "So how many?"

He laughed. "It says 100."

"So how about 100,000?" Pumping them out, I'm sure I was but a blur to him. I counted off, but it probably sounded like white noise to his ears. "...99,998, 99,999, 100,000."

"Took you long enough. 15 minutes." He chided. Wrong answer.

"How about a 100,000 more, smart-ass." This time I let my breasts slam into the floor on each rep. I laughed hysterically watching him grab hold of anything to keep himself steady from my localized earthquake. Each pounding of my chest cratered more of his bedroom floor out as well. That's what he gets!

"Okay! Okay! You win!"

"As if there was any doubt."

Moving along

2006-07-09T21:25:00.000-07:00

Look, this may seem like me being lazy, but the rest of the competition was a sweep. It was boring for me and, of course, it ended with me being adored and loved and worshipped. As much for my immense power as my beauty. I was faster, stronger, more durable, and by far the sexiest competitor.

I stood proud and confident as they stated the words, "the most powerful being in the known universe." Blogger can say what she wants. Until it's been proven, she's all talk.

On my way home, by the time I was outside of Pluto, which I noticed had been visited, I looked homeward. The distance meant nothing to me. I brought my focus into Blogger's new home. I watched her admiring herself. She was constantly touching herself, that woman. Not that I mind.

I wanted to go brag about my new mantle. I have to admit, though. I was afraid that she would prove me otherwise. In a small way, I'd still hope she could.

I was entering our atmosphere, slowing greatly to not disturb the weather too much, within minutes. The warmth of reentry hardly noticeable, and I miss that. Normally I couold enjoy it. Now I was too vastly powerful for anything nature could throw at me. I was still naked. Latley, I had been caring less and less. Your earth taboos are so strange. Why should I follow them? What could you do about it anyway? Nothing.

As if you'd complain about seeing me naked. I'm perfect. Imperfect beings adore perfect creatures. Love me. Adore me. And know all the while that I am the most powerful being in the universe.

Boring

2006-06-29T09:59:00.000-07:00

There isn't much to tell about the next event. Imagine a group of "super" beings sitting off to the side waiting for their turn to do one lift. Of course they had a whole bracket system down and...well...I couldn't be bothered to wait for the stupidity to end.

The object that was being lifted was a massive barbell. No weights on the ends. Under the ends were two raised diases that seemed to serve as large magnets. Very simple looking design. I'm sure underground was a whole different story.

There was a readout above the lifter that would show what the last lift was. Of course, it was alien, so I couldn't understand it. It wouldn't matter. I got up, out of turn, and at the protest of the rest of the contestants. They pointed at me shouting at the judges as I stepped, with arrogant purpose to the bar.

I raised one finger them smiling. I placed that finger under the bar. The readout shown 5 digits as the last lift. I bent over slightly gently clearing the bar from the ground. I couldn't beleive this had been so difficult to them! I raised and lowered my finger repeatedly. The digits increased as I did so, and so making the bar heavier, such as it is. Still light as a cloud, I bounced the weight from one finger to another. I played like this for a bit as the weight increased with each lift. Eventually, the machine gave up and released it's pull. Everyone watched as the bar drifted into the night sky. Without the magnetic pull, the bar wasn't more than 20 or so tons.

I rolled my eyes.

"Next!"

Faster than a speeding...well...anything...

2006-06-19T10:34:00.001-07:00

Like I mentioned before, I was excited and intimidated all at the same time. I'd always been a believer that there is always someone faster, stronger, better than you somewhere in the universe. For me this is no longer the case, but I'd always thought so.

Our first event was to be a foot race covering 1 lap of the planet on foot. It's a little over 300,000 miles. Of course we all knew we could cover the distance. How fast was the question.

I crouched at the starting line. All my muscles taut and ready. The signal was given and I leapt forward. Within the first second, I noticed that I was already alone in the lead. I never looked back, though. I smiled to myself and poured it on. I felt free as I raced over the terrain at speeds you could only imagine. I imagine to the rest of the competitors I simply disappeared.

It seemed to take a bit of time in my accelerated state. Everything in motion stopped. I felt so free and alive. I saw the start/finish line. Every spectator seemed a statue frozen in time. I stopped.

"1.57 Seconds! It's a new record!"

I took a bow. I waited a bit for the rest, but got bored. I took off around the track once more. I couldn't believe how slow they were! I'm not sure if they could hear me giggling, but I lapped them 8 times before second place crossed the finish. He fell to his knees in exhaustion.

"About time." I quipped. I looked completely fresh.

He looked up gasping for breath, but completely surprised.

A slowed replay revealed that I was a streak that even their technology could not track. Somehow, at that moment, I realized how easy this was going to be. I'd have to make it really entertaining for my fans.

I can't help myself!

2006-06-13T18:43:00.000-07:00

I thought I'd take a break for a bit, but I just HAVE to tell you about my Olympic fun!

Firstly, I can say with total confidence that I am the most powerful being in the universe. I can say this, because I proved it at the games. To say it was ridiculously lop-sided is like saying I'm just pretty. I'm deliciously beautiful, and my power is more than you could possibly imagine.

Now, I didn't feel that way at first. I was actually quite intimidated. (The thought of it is laughable now.) I was supposed to be up against the best of the best. Regardless, I didn't want to wear my uniform. I thought that'd be tacky. My solution was a belly chain. Nothing more. Decorative yet simple. Understand, hard as that may be for you, that Earth is the only planet I know of that has taboos about their own bodies. There, I would be right at home.

I look myself over in the mirror. I turn myself on sometimes. I pinched my nipples and ran my hands down my body. I felt...never mind that.

I left about a day late and arrived two days early by my perfect calculation. (Wrap your head around that one!) I went through the protocols for registration and took my place among the competitors. If I wasn't completely intimidated when I left, I was then. I was the smallest of the entire group, by a large margin. It's so funny to think about how easily I sweeped the events, but I did.

I'll tell you how next time!

Temporarily Out of Service

2006-06-12T11:24:00.000-07:00

Author's Note: I'm putting this blog on hold for awhile. Don't expect anything until at least August. Thanks for checking in!

Back and better than ever!

2006-05-12T09:54:00.000-07:00

Well, it's finally over. Two very dangerous people are put away. Blogger is out of my hair. I'm more powerful than I've ever been. Let me tell you, not a bad way to end a story.

Over the past couple of days I've been let myself loose on the galactic neighborhood. I won't go into too many details, but I'll say this much. Changing the course of mighty rivers is for babies if you ask me. I feel like I'm swelling inside. It's amazing. It's more than amazing. I feel...godlike.

A little while back I recieved an invitation to the 10, 321st anual Galaxy Olympics. (The location I can't disclose, but you can't get there anyway.) I was reluctant at first. I thought that if there were anymore like Blogger out there, I'd never have a chance. Now? Things were different this time. I'll tell you how mcuh different next time.

(BTW, I was holding back, Blogger.) ;)

Eew

2006-03-21T09:22:00.000-08:00

I'm not going to lie. Seeing that huge ball of naked bodies was a bit...creepy. I know you men might be thinking, "how is that possible?" Just trust me on this. Plus, all of their mouths were moving saying, "Duane, Duane." Just...ugh.

When we got ready to push I was very selective on where I put my hands. I had half a mind to just take off with them and puch them into deep space. That would leave us back at square one, again. The Girl was right. I hated it, but she was right.

We pushed them faster to their deaths. I looked over to Blogger. She was enjoying this waaay too much. She winked at me and I just rolled my eyes. My hand slipped onto one the girl's breast. I recoiled quickly in disgust. There is such thing as too much of good thing.

Bottom line, they weren't taking my world away from me. You are mine, and they can't have you. I knew what had to be done...

Absolulety NOT!

2006-03-13T19:40:00.000-08:00

That's what I told her when she said "we" had to go into the sun.

"You really must think I'm stupid. Look, you're great and all, but you're going to have to do better than that."

I put my hands on my hips and looked at her sternly. It seemed to have the opposite effect. I swear her she gets more beautiful every time she smiles. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Don't you think I would have tried that already? If I wanted more power, and I could get it in that manner, I would sleep there every night!"

"Maybe, maybe not. I can't take any chances. You...you're too...you know..."

"Too powerful? Is that possible?" She stretched out. "I can only dream."

I flew up to her smiling. I touched my skin to hers and looked into her eyes.

"Just let me do this, okay? I promise to make it worth it." I licked her neck. I pulled her to me hard with all my new strength. She gasped and then giggled. I never thought I'd ever hear that.

"Let me think..." she sighed.

The mighty have fallen

2006-03-02T09:54:00.000-08:00

Now, I'm not Blogger. That means I'm not in her head. So I'm going to tell you what I saw, nothing more.

I couldn't just let her go alone. Plus, I meant it when I said it. I'd have to take care of the other girls myself if she'd died.

After awhile, after areful consideration, I decided to follow her out there. She was still incredibly fast, but I wasn't any slouch, anymore. I kept her in sight. With my kind of sight, that's still a huge distance to cover. As I approached closer I watched her. She was wonderfully beautiful and defiant against the massive ship. Though only a speck next the ship's size, she still looked hugely powerful. A small contigent of the smaller ships attack her while she stood her ground. She looked amused as always. Their smaller weapons lanced across her body. She let them. In seconds, the small group was destroyed. Her fury of her eyes made it quick.

I was closer when I saw the mothership's main weapon charge up. Blogger seemed to brace herself. She was doubtful of herself. It was easy to see. She still held that sexy smirk, however. The wide beam engulfed her body in nearly an instant. An instant to your slow minds, I was able to track it, however.

Her body contorted in a long arch. Her hair streamed out behind her as intense energy washed through her. It lasted forever, it seemed. It didn't look anything unlike an orgasm at first. For a moment I was curious if she was enjoying it! After the laser ceased, however, she clutched herself before falling limp. Seconds past as she drifted. Her eyes opened and I could see her gasp. Looking around she flew away. She looked almost scared, but it didn't last. Agitation took over. She knew it couldn't kill her, but I could tell it hurt. she'll deny it, but it was clear as day.

Hometown Showdown

2006-02-23T17:30:00.000-08:00

So I was to take on the North American girls. This made sense because I was more readily familiar with that soil.

I flew up above the clouds to get a complete view of the Americas. The beam had nearly put me on par with Blogger and I was so amazed at how much I could take in within a moment. The detail I could make out. Given more time, I'm going to go out and see what this body is made of. At that moment, my hometown was under siege.

She was lithe girl. She couldn't have been more than 17, or 18 years. I felt for these girls now under control with powers and abilities they have no understanding of. Any woman would consider them a gift, but without any control over your own body, I can't imagine. Worse, they have to be stopped and I don't want to hurt them.

She had procured her ground. She was merely protecting what she'd gained. She held the tail end section of the rocket that used to be on display. Though no longer a working part, it still made a deadly missile. NASA employees and children scattered across to a field on the other side of a side road. Local military and police surrounded her. The aliens must have wanted mission control.

I busied myself trying to make sure all the frails were clear. I couldn't have them getting in the way. By the time I got to her the tail section had bowled through a series of patrol cars. Her clothes had been shredded away by the constant barrage of gunfire that was still bearing down on her as I flew above her. She looked out at nothing completely disinterested, even with me. She drew in a deep breath. Men closest to her stumbled forward. I actually found it funny. I couldn't help but watch this young girl totally overpower everyone around her. Despite the firepower and "man"-power around her, there was no doubt who was the dominant force. A young girl barely out of highschool. The look of wonder on the spectators faces made me curious if they looked at me like that.

I snapped out of it, though. It scared me that I was thinking about things like that. I decided not to take the brute force approach that Blogger enjoyed and opened up with a bit of heat vision. Her shoulder danced with sparks as I drew it down her arm. I was floored. She didn't even notice! I made the choice to open up full force, hoping for the best. Hoping it wouldn't kill her.

The blast seared into her naked chest. She noticed. It wasn't the reaction I'd hoped for, however. She merely looked up at me. The look wasn't of pain, or pleasure as it is with Blogger, but the fact that I was a new attacker. I was the most powerful attacker and needed to be destroyed.

She jumped up at me. I simply floated to the side as she slipped past me. She reached out, but I wasn't there. Once at the apex of her jump I flew up to meet her. I flew close to her back and slammed my fists into her shoulders hammering her down to the earth below. Her body impacted clearing a wider circle of debris in every direction. Police and military vehicles were tossed like daisy petals.

I did notice one thing. She had been hurt. I saw the burn marks. She just didn't register the pain, or anything. I immediately had an idea. She got to her feet once more and looked up at me. I was hopeing that her determination would do her in. I was higher in the sky looking down. I lanced out at her with my scolding eyes. She dodge about becoming a blur, I'm sure, to the normal people around us. My gamble paid off. She jumped harder. Her speed made it apparent. Her fist were out front of her blank face. Once agian flew away from her. Her arms flailed to catch me, but without the power of flight, she was an unguided missile. I looked up at her as she continued her rise into the clouds. I followed to make sure she broke orbit. Once in space a put in orbit and left her to attend to the rest.

I handled a couple more like that, but they got smarter. I'll tell you how much smarter next time.

Picking up her mess...

2006-02-21T10:51:00.000-08:00

I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm picking up after toddler. I mean, if anything she could be an adult about it. Okay, she was chasing down the original menace, so I'll excuse this one. Next time, though.

Things went fairly smoothly. I cleared the traffic to allow emergency vehicles into the area. They were going to have to do most of the work I got the heavy lifting out of the way, though. I picked up the buildings that managed to stay together. I was amazed at how light they felt. Had physics allowed it, I'm sure one arm would have sufficed. To alleviate the trouble of trying to find a dump spot, I threw most of the rubble into the sky. I was halfway hoping to hit Blogger, but I wasn't aiming. All in all not physically difficult, but still time consuming. I was happy with the new me. I kept worrying about that beam weapon, however. I need to get rid of it, quick.

Once I was finished, I flew up to check on my girl. She looked stunning as always. The sunlight dancing on her skin was breathtaking. I looked out to see the superzombie rocketing toward the sun.

"Was that her?" I asked.

"Yep," she smiled. "Easy as pie!"

I looked at her flushed skin. I wonder how easy it had actually been. I decided not to press the issue. I just pressed into her.

Back to business

2006-02-21T07:39:00.000-08:00

I won't bore you with the details. (It'd be too much for you to remember anyway, as Blogger likes to remind everyone.) I will hit some of the highlights, however.

First, my power is amazing! Of course, I've always been more than you will ever be, but to me it's like I've been reborn. I've had no real time to see what I'm able to do, really. I do know that Blogger will have a much tougher time with me in the future. We tussled a bit, as you may remember. She's still a measure stronger, but I think I'm a better fighter. (Don't tell her that, though.) I think our next confrontation will have a much different outcome.

However, at the moment, her help is needed. At first I thought I was facing weaponery beyond my ability to take. The smaller ships had nothing to offer, but the mothership packed enough heat for four or five of me. Not sure how it would hit me now, but being that I had to heal a bit before I could even move last time... I'm not taking chances. I just hope She can take it a bit better than I can.

We visited Blogger's "friend", and I use the term very loosely, at the university to see what we were dealing with. Despite Blogger being unreasonably pushy, I was surprised that he came up with any results, though they were few. I watched Blogger pinch the alien metal in her fingers so easily. There still something so cute about her. She's so fascinated with herself. She almost looks like a little girl when She smiles satisfied each display of Her power. While She spoke with the scientist I snuck over to try and pinch the metal myself. I grimaced a bit, but was able to do it. She looked over her shoulder and I took my hand away not wanting her to see me trying. She looked down at the second, smaller dent. I smiled sheepishly. She smiled smugly, and knowingly. Bitch. Super cute bitch. I slapped her ass as I walked by. The doctor covered his ears moaning. Blogger giggled and continued talking.

We encountered the girl from the farmhouse. The beam had done the same to her as it did to me. Obvious from her strength, she was hit a lot longer. I would have htried to stop her, but I was playing cleanup instead. It sure would have been a lot easier if Blogger would have helped! Her description of how pissed I was doesn't quite cover it. She just stood there! I'm not sure what got her moving, but she finally decided to take some sort of action. Not what I would have done, but effective anyway. Well somewhat effective. Amazingly, she got up!

She was not all there. She was an automoton. Without emotion she was off to her original site. The one she wanted cleared. Once again I was amazed at Blogger's speed. I could just about make her out, but still too fast for a clear picture, as she moved to get in front of the superzombie. What happened next was nothing short of devastating. Even I felt it.

After what I saw, I sure hope the aliens aren't dumb enough to use that beam on Blogger.

More, and more...

2006-02-10T21:01:00.000-08:00

Finally! I get to use the PC! Blogger, (she still won't tell me her name) has let me use her computer. There isn't much to tell you really, though. She has it all under wraps, really. Well, except for me!

That beam has made me feel so wonderful! So powerful. So much MORE powerful. Blogger will have her hands full. But, she always has, literally, hehe!

Beaten...

2006-01-30T19:44:00.000-08:00

After a long fight, I'm back. I waded through over 100 fighters as they swarmed me like angry bees. Their energy weapons nothing but an annoyance, I made quick work of them as a whole. The mothership was an entirely different story. I was charged up from the ergs of energy I had absorbed. My confidence was high, but unfounded.

I reeled in pain as the massive ship's main weapon surrounded me in a column of energy. My vision went white. Once they let up, I was seeing stars. I should have played dead. They hit me again with what felt like a bigger charge. I was sent spiralling into space where I have been the last couple of days regaining my strength. I don't remember much after getting blasted, however. I found myself imbedded into an asteroid that had been blown off course by my body. It took a day to get back and I was weak. I've never been hit so hard in my short superhero life.

I realized I couldn't do this on my own. I sought Her out. I asked the most powerful woman that ever lived. She was our only chance, and I knew it. Weakened I fell to her balcony. She came out in a huff, as always. her face seemed to soften a bit when she saw me. I smiled as best as I could, and said, "Hi, honey. I'm home."

I fell unconscious at her feet after that.

Take cover?

2006-01-26T18:02:00.000-08:00

I followed the trail to it's source as a slowly gained on it. I could have closed the distance much more quickly, but I wanted to see where it was going in such a hurry. Once within the astroid field, the tiny craft, no bigger than an Earth fighter, began maneuvering around the drifting rocks. It seemed to be trying to lose me.

I allowed it to think it lost me. I wanted it to lead me to where it was going. I figured if it knew I was there, it would avoid taking me.

Being a superbeing, I've seen amazing things. Things that have yet to be discovered by man, as it were. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw lumbering through space hours ago. To give me a sense of it's immense size, the tiny scout ship flew toward it getting smaller and smaller until it docked itself in one of the shiny dots scattered about it's surface.

Of course, I returned to let the proper authorities know and I got the "crazy" look from more than one so called expert. (Yes, I put my uniform on.) Seeing that I was a bit frustrated, they provided me a special camera to take a picture.

Over the next couple of days, I'm going to be busy getting together a plan for their arrival. I recommend you do the same. I still have no idea what they have in mind, but being that I was attacked not all that long ago, it can't be good.

I'll report as soon as I'm able.

Time to relax...

2006-01-24T19:32:00.000-08:00

That was amazing. I've never been so taken. My whole body is tingling. I still have goosebumps. Are you as turned on as me? As much as you can be, right? You are only human.

After She made me work up a good sweat, I did the only thing a girl like me should do. I took a nice long bubble bath. I was flying so high I needed to come down a bit! I just wish I could make you understand. The experience would simply make you catatonic, however. I'm sure it would. Even I had trouble gathering myself afterwards.

She was right. She's like a drug. I'm an addict, and She's the drug I can't get enough of. I love the power She has over me. It frightens me and excites all at once. Oh...I miss Her already.

I am a bit miffed that She took off and ignored me. I flipped Her the bird, but don't tell Her that. I can't stay mad, though. Who could stay mad at someone that cute?!

Later that night, floating over my bed naked and warm, I thought about Her. I started to do more than just think about her, but then my eyes caught soemthing. Just a glimmer, but it was there. Far away. Then it was gone. I brought myself upright and drifted out above my balcony. I must have looked like a naked fairy floating about like that. I felt her residual power moving through me. So powerful was She that She can't help but leave her essence within me. She overflows into me. I used it to look closer. I saw a trail and decided to follow it...

Lady in waiting

2006-01-20T18:15:00.000-08:00

Watching Zara touch Her was really starting to get to me. I never thought I'd be jealous, but I was. I was insanely jealous! She let her touch Her perfect body, and I had to babysit. Needless to say, I was a bit aggrevated. I stripped off my tiny bikini. (It was smaller than you probably imagine.) Then I looked at Duane with a smug, distainful look. He was about to get the show of his life, but at the moment I couldn't care less.

I laid on my bed naked and thought about Her golden perfect skin. I thought about her skin and the way the lines of her body flowed like the fastest supercar. Every word uttered from her mouth was beautiful. The simple way she moved made me want her. What had she done to me? I have to be honest, I don't care. It's the happiest I've been in my life. I want her always and forever. I want all that she is.

My body shuddered on my bed. I kept myself tight so as to keep the building intact. My motion and voice was far too much for Duane, apparently. Not surprising. You wouldn't have faired any better. You want me. I can feel all of you. Too bad. I'm for Her and for Her only.

Please come to me...

2006-01-19T17:31:00.000-08:00

I have to give it to the little man. He is persistent.

He kept watching me while I watched Her get worked over by Zara. I guess he thought I couldn't hear him rustling about. I appeared at the door simling smugly down at him after he slammed into me. I pointed to his corner while he nursed his shoulder. Reluctantly, he crawled back. I casually lofted by him as he got to his feet.

"Try again later, maybe I'll fall asleep or something. It has been a couple months." I lounged back on an invisible couch. "Then again, I'm not so tired."

I snickered as plopped down at the dining room table.

I took my perch back out on the balcony to see what had happened. My mouth dropped at what I'd seen. The vortex was gone. The utterly astounding thing about that was She was still there! Did anyone notice that She said it was black inside? Can you put two-and-two together? Here's a hint. Blackhole. Getting the picture?

I heard Duane stir in his chair. This was probably because I was moaning and writhing myself. As Her nipples hardened, so to did mine. I couldn't help myself. The things She could do brought me to my knees at times. She does it with so much grace and ease. The shell collapsed and so did I. What happened after to Zara after that, I'm not sure. All I knew was that I needed Her with me. It was all I cared about.

I whispered in hopes She would hear me. "Please come take me..."

Control

2006-01-16T18:00:00.000-08:00

So here I had Duane. For some strange reason, some of you actually wanted to know what happened to this idiot while he was in my custody. Well, he faired okay, but only by my own force of will. This guy is the definition of scumbag. Plus, he's the dumbest smart guy ever.

"You like her don't you?"

"Shut up, Duane, " I ordered. I looked up from my reading to see how She was faring. I'm started to actually regret sending Zara. She'd come a long way since I last remembered her. No more simlpe tricks. She might have actually killed Her. I should have know that a Goddess couldn't be defeated, however. Zara, though she did well, was out of her league, just as I was.

"You do, though, right? I mean, I put two and two together when I kept losing control of Blogger. It was apparent that her feeling for you was very primal. She doesn't love you, you know. It's purely sexual."

"It's a wonder that you survived this long, Duane. You have to be the luckiest man on the planet. If you'd done that to me, you probably wouldn't be here right now. I'd keep your mouth shut before something bad happens," I told him matter-of-factly.

"This is about control, dear. She has it, you don't."

I appeared in front of him topless. I let my breasts pass in front of his face as I spoke.

"Do you really think control is only in the hands of the strongest? You understand very little, Duane. You know nothing of power. Unlike me, you are the powerless."

My nipple hovered mere inches from his lips. I could smell is disgusting sweat and feel his panting against my skin. His body shook.

"You never had her, Duane. You never will. She and I are so much more than you. You are weak and small."

I increased my skin's temperature drastically. As my skin started glowing Duane panicked. The heat became unbearable for him and he flattened himself against the wall in an attempt to get away from me. Despite the pain, he couldn't contain himself. I stood over him as he fell to one side and curled into a ball on the floor.

"So very, very small," I said.

Like I said, he made it out fine. Gave him a slight tan, but nothing he can't recover from. When Blogger came to get him, though... Well, that was fun. Too much fun.

Some of you don't approve. That's too bad. I'm tired of taking in criminals to allow the justice system to fail once again and let them out into the streets. I should have killed him myself, but watching her do it...well...She's more creative.

I untied him and told him he was free to leave, if thinks he can. I giggled as his eyes darted about the room, yet he remained still.

"This is control. A lesson I'm sure you won't soon forget."

I think my point was made. I'll let Her fill you in on the rest. Let's just say, I was dressed for the occasion when She showed up.

Speaking of weird

2006-01-12T19:16:00.000-08:00

When I was with the league we had our share of alien visitors. Some were friendly and with those we traded technology such as the uniform I wear or the laser weapon Blogger enjoyed a while back. Others were plain rude and we, or I, promptly showed them "the door". They always made their intentions clear, hoever. You simply don't travel lightyears through space to just simply get chased off so easily.

A day ago I noticed something through my skylight. It was a quick glint, but enough to catch my attention and zoom in on it. (Still getting used to the boosts I get, I was able to make out quite a bit more than I needed very quickly.) Without knowing their intention I decided to make my way out to meet them. In seconds I was shooting through the clouds once again. I've always loved flying!

My enjoyment was cut short when light lanced passed my shoulder. I felt the heat of it as it passed and realized that our visitor was not of the friendly type. I thought it a bit strange that it was such a small vessel, not much bigger than an jet fighter, was out all alone, but I made sure they got the message.

To make a point, I allowed it to fire into my body. Several beams splashed over me. The heat wasn't uncomfortable, the tingling wasn't unpleasant. It left me buzzing all over. I surpressed a giggle as I watched it turn tail and run at surprising, but not difficult speed. Catching up, I flew up beside it and noticed there was no cockpit or window or anything.

"Well, if it's robotic, then it won't hurt to do this." I spoke to myself. It's thrusters pushed to compensate for it's immediate stop, but it was under my notice. I gathered the ship smaller and smaller into my hands. The metal was tougher than I've encountered on Earth, but then nothing much is hard to do on Earth. It gave just like every other compound has under my grip. I compressed it as much as my strength would allow me and launched it into the sun. I dusted my hands off brickly and looked about.

After a few minutes darting around the Solar System, I was under the impression that the small annoyance wasn't really missed. Besides, things between Zara and Blogger were getting interesting!

I'll keep an eye out. A small part of me doesn't feel right about that ship. What do you think?

2006-01-10T20:14:00.000-08:00

Nothing extremely exciting to report here. Typical supergirl stuff today. Saved people from a burning building, stopped a train from destroying a car full of people who had no sense to get out, stopped about 7 bank robberies, and did some shopping at Old Navy. I found these really cute shorts! *Sigh* God, my life is boring. Well, unless I'm aroudn someone special. Speaking of which...

Apparently, SOMEONE decided to visit a lab today. The same lab who developed my new uniform. Really, what was the point of that? I could have told you that you'd be able to tear it. I can darn near tear it. It's main purpose, however, is friction/heat resistance. It's not likely I'm going to be walking around tearing it off. DUH!

It seems my girlfriend Zara from the old League has made her presence known. I hope this plays out well. I'll be around to make sure Blogger doesn't get too out of hand. Call it morbid curiousity, but I have to know if this what could stop her. If not. Then it's worse than I realized, and it was bad to begin with.

Wait...what is that...?

The race...

2006-01-06T18:36:00.000-08:00

This is what I saw as she took her "detour". Her increase in speed tore the rest of her clothes away. I couldn't believe it. Of course, after that never saw her. If it were any other metahuman, I'd say "okay", but this is Blogger. She cheated. Her north route in South America is clearly to cut time. She cheated, plain and simple. I really think that I deserve a rematch. Or at least be able to time her around the real course. I wonder how long she actually waited for me?

Also, I wasn't THAT out of breath. I wasn't! Blogger exaggerates.

She also shows off. GEEZ, she such a show off! I like it, however, I wish she'd do it more! I wish she'd be with me more. Her body is perfect against mine. Her body feels solid and her skin is perfect. So hard, yet so wondrfully soft. I can smell her and it makes me hunger for her. Her tongue knows exactly how much pressure works. I wonder if she's reading my mind when she does the things she does to me. She is a Goddess, but I've told you this. Time to pit Goddess against magic.

Time to hire the magic girl. This has gone too far. I already knew she was powerful, but I gave it all I had today. She looked like she could do it a couple more times. Why do I feel reluctant?

Deep sea diving is the best!

2006-01-06T18:06:00.000-08:00

First, before I get to the race, I promised you guys I would tell you about my swimming trip. Let me tell you, it was wonderful. I knew about the Challenger trench awhile back and had been wanting to visit, but hadn't had time. Dealing with the Blogger can be a fulltime job. Now I wish it was a fulltime job.

I started from our west coast and decided to fly the distance. I was ready to get started! Once I was over where it should be, I let my body drop the 40,000+ feet from the clouds hitting the water naked as when I left California. My body sliced through the water and I chose to use my swimming skills to propel me through at incredible speeds. (I used to be a swimmer, dontcha know?) Of course, I was moving at speed that no man-made machine could reach simply kicking my legs. Eventually, I was the trench below me. It was such an incredible sight. If not for my eyesite, I wouldn't have been able to see the edges so far apart.

I noticed a submersible had the same idea as me. Although it had been done many years ago, another group of scientists wanted to make the trip. I noticed them looking at me right away and approached their vessel smiling. I think nerds are cute, so I didn't mind letting them have a full show of me as I swam by them. Waving, I disappeared into the depth of the trench unaided, unlike them.

At over 16,000 lbs per square inch, it's not very uncomfortable. Once at the bottom, I sat for awhile thinking of my race with Blogger coming up. I was there for most of day. She may be more powerful, but foot racing is totally different. Maybe I can beat her at this.

Big Event!

2006-01-05T19:55:00.000-08:00

Hiya! I'm not going to post too much tonight like I had originally planned to do. I need my rest. Got a big race this weekend. Since you'll never get a glimpse of us, I'll have to let Blogger fill you in on the details over the next couple of days. I can't wait!

Sometimes a good swim is a great way to get away for a bit. I'll let you know how that went tomorrow night.

I hope everyone is doing as well as me! (Though that's technically impossible even on my bad days.) Since letting the world know how I feel, things have been so much better. I've been thinking since then and something occured to me. I must be the most gorgeous woman on the planet, next to Blogger. I mean, if someone that beautiful can see me that way, it must be true. Unfortunately, you'll never know how that feels. You can't compare to me in any way really.

She makes my whole body tingle when she looks at me. I can almost taste her hunger for me. She is a goddess. There really is no denying this fact. Of course, I'll eventually have to find a way to destroy her, but right now, I'm enjoying the attention from such a divine being.

She has a weakness somewhere. She has to. No one is completely unstoppable. Maybe magic is the key...

In love with the enemy...

2006-01-04T20:18:00.000-08:00

You know, I was impressed at first. I can't make it but a few miles inside Jupiter. I know it's wierd that I'm being so neurotic about this, but if you think about it, it's a good "measure" of her level of power. However, I don't even think she realizes what she accomplished. I've done some research and called a couple of people. I use the term people loosely.

First, Blogger's calculations were off. It's 483.7 million miles away. How fast did she say she made the trip? Not impressed yet? The pressure is more than 70 million times. Try 100 million times. Those hydrogen clouds are the result of that pressure. So great is it that the hydrgen molecules are squeezed into their seperate atomical parts. The left over protons are the solid peices. Still not impressed? How about the heat? 57,000 degrees F. That's more than the surface of the Sun, people. Last, but not least, she mentioned flying away from the monster planet. I had trouble. It took some effort. I remembered getting worried I'd done something stupid, but I made it, barely. Escape velocity is 135,000 miles an hour. Getting to that speed is another story.

Maybe she is a Goddess...maybe. She certainly has control over me lately. Her power was made ever more apparent when she handle an Arion Prime like he was a normal man. I felt it again when she pinned me down. I liked it, though. I wanted her to force me. I craved her taste and her smell. She is more perfect and more powerful than me and I love her for it. I love her! I love her!

There I said it.

This is why I'm always trying to stop her. I can't let her do this to me.

(Talk about a screwed up relationship.)

Army PT? Too easy!

2006-01-04T17:56:00.000-08:00

You'll notice on your right a destroyed Abrams ( I think) tank. I'm showing you this because I want you to get a good visual of what our own military's weapons can do. From what the boys tell me, this mechanical monster has some of the best armor on the planet. Yet, under assault from our own tanks, well, you see the result.

I love our men in uniform. I love what they do. I really believe they are true heroes. So, i like to treat them every now and again to an exhibition, or show! This time, I elected to be a target at their range! I can't tell you how much fun that was. They were so nice. They were always professional. Plus, they think I'm sexy. Hehe! Of course, I was aware of this, but it's good to hear sometimes.

I have to tell you, I'm still impressed at what these things can do. Imagine me a little speck of a girl on the horizon. Despite that, they managed to hit me square pretty much every time. (Plus, I got to test out the new uniform. It did great!) Unlike the picture on the bottom, you can see what effect it had on me above it. Nadda. Nothing. (Wow. I look like that! Yummy!) It's always interesting to see how things impact against me. Some grazed away off my shoulder or the upper curve of my breast. Others spattered against my body. I was told later it was something called depleted uranium. Sounds harmless, really, but it was messy. I had to clean it all off when we were done.

It's funny the kind of sound they make on impact. My skin isn't exceptionally hard to the touch. It's very soft and silky. Good genes, you know? However, when those tank rounds impacted my stomach, it was more like a...well...a CLANK! The ones that hit softer areas were more of a...umm...like a THAP! I got curious and had them hitting different places to hear the different sounds they made. I was having too much fun!

Actually, it was a really nice massage. I even turned around to let them get my shoulders for a bit. I've been so tense lately. Needless to say, they all "qualified" just fine. When the firing was done, I wowed them all with a tank workout. I always stretch before a workout, though. They seemed to like that a lot.

I started with simple chest flies, a tank in each hand. I was reluctant at first. Getting a good grip meant digging into the armor, but they insisted it could be fixed. I layed myself back against the tarmac and lazily brought them up and down. I got a bit bored eventually and started lifting them so quickly a local wind stirred up. A pump wasn't to be had, so I put them down. To show them how hard my chest could be, I "autographed" them with an imprint of my tits. Each topped with their own little nipple.

Next was seated row. Two tanks pulling on each arm attached to large chains. They were really impressed when I switched to one arm rows with all four. We had to stop because their tread was digging up too much ground while I was pulling them to me. They offered using the whole company, but I laughed and told them it wouldn't make much difference. I thanked them for their offer, though. I'm a polite girl!

With chest and back done with, I decided on a REAL military press. Since I couldn't stack them, it ended up being pretty light. As you might expect, I went to one arm presses. I tossed it a few times just get an applause. One soldier mentioned how seemed like a 70 ton pillow. That's about right, I guess. I wasn't really paying attention. The cowd went quite when tossed it through the clouds. I had to go fetch it when I noticed the head soldier-man getting red-faced.

Arms were next. Arm curls with one tank in each hand. Overhead triceps with them as well. Still too easy. I even managed some wrist curls before I stopped.

I would have done legs, but they simply didn't have enough weight there.

I left them by blowing them a kiss that had them all sliding about the ammo pad. They were good sports, though.

All in all, I had a blast. Thanks, guys! I love you bunches!!! Mwah!

Sorry guys

2006-01-03T20:46:00.000-08:00

For some reason the blog is being difficult about pictures. I simply can't explain what happened effectively without pictures. I'll try again tomorrow. For a teaser, the military was...heavily involved. Hehe. Goodnight!

The gift that didn't give much at all

2005-12-30T14:33:00.000-08:00

Maybe I should hire the girl in the photo above.

As you saw, the bomb didn't work so well. I guess catching her by surprise doesn't really work. All I could see was her rip open the package, then she was cradling it. I never saw the girl move! Don't complain. I don't see you doing anything to help. If I were to guess, I bet some of you are enjoying it. Maybe I should just let her have at it!

I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated with the whole affair. Not that WE'RE having an affair, I mean the whole dealing-with-blogger thing. She doesn't seem to have had success with fending off mind control yet. I'm sure sure that's just a matter of time. My temporary boost is gone, so I'm just little old me again. More than enough for any of you, but not enough for her.

Magic works against most of us supertypes. Maybe, just maybe...

Well, I'm going to go blow off some steam. I've been offered a weekend away with some old friends. I'll let you know how it went when I get back.

Wonderful days

2005-12-26T11:00:00.000-08:00

They were so wonderful. I was reminded how many people I have around me that love me, no matter who I am. No matter what I am.

It was good to give back when I helped Santa deliver gifts around the world. People always wonder how he does it by himself? He doesn't! He'll deny it, though. He's such a sweet old man.

While flying about delivering gifts, and my boosted powers were invaluable, I watched the soldiers in Iraq. Though there wasn't much to give, they did it anyway. Giving each other snacks or taking each others guard shifts so the other could call home. I really wish I could do something. It's tough knowing you could end the whole thing for them, but that's not why I'm here. I believe there is hope, though. If we lose that, then what do we have left?

Which brings me to Blogger. If she is able to accomplish what she is attempting, I'm not sure I will be able to do anything at all. I've prayed to God wondering how such a powerful being is allowed to exist with such a horrible purpose. If she does this, then I can do nothing. Our only saving grace seems to be that she has decided to keep to herself.

Merry Christmas!

2005-12-22T16:51:00.000-08:00

I'll be out awhile. I gotta help Santa again this year. I swear that old man gets lazier every Christmas.

One of my favorite things

2005-12-14T11:35:00.000-08:00

Like my new costume? I was excited to get it. I just hope it holds up better. I was told it would. I guess that's what a warranty is for, right? But that's not what I wanted to tell you about.

Most people would be of the opinion that the weather in Houston right now is bad. Pouring rain, high winds, and lightening. Of course, most people aren't as powerful as I am. Being a "human" lightening rod isn't something they'd much enjoy, or survive. My only regret is that I'm not fast enough to catch each one. I can encourage, however, and I did just that. Some where so large I was completely surrounded with energy. I was hit in so many directions. My fingers and toes tingled. When I arrived back at my apartment, I caught one of the local college boys watching me float down. I waved happily. I saw him mouth, "thank you" to the sky. At least his day was made brighter as well. I think Blogger would have enjoyed it as well.

Who says I never have a bit of fun?

2005-12-12T20:15:00.000-08:00

I'm not trying to "one-up" the beautiful Blogger. (I'm soo glad she didn't kill anyone.) However, I sometimes I just can't help myself.

I was called in to calm a riot in France. After the last fiasco, they figured this one needed special attention, immediately. Annoyingly immediate. So immediate, I was in my tub. I was a bit miffed at that. I threw on my costume and darted out the door still wet. I knew it would dry in route. The exciting thing is, "in route" only took a minute and a half. I stopped over Paris in shock. It was exhilirating. I felt that it was close to my top end, but what a rush. Ironically, I had Blogger to thank for that. I also had Blogger to thank for that loss of my costume. I was dry, though.

I knew I couldn't be seen in public like this, but time was wasting. I cursed my luck as I watched one of the rioters toss a rock at an older woman. Time was up. I was going to have to do this in the buff. Dammit. Well, might as well use to my advantage...

I rocketed down in front of the woman, catching the rock. It shattered to powder without me squeezing. "Wow", I thought. I noticed no news crews, so I took the opportunity.

"Now, you people settle down before I have to raise my VOICE!" The crowd moaned and hit the ground. The surrounding buildings shook. I thanked the heavens that I didn't harm anyone after a quick scan through the crowd of 54 men. While they were scrambling to there feet, I appeared next to a construction site nearby.

"Perfect." I smiled. Taking a que from "Supergirl", I began throwing the steel javelins creating a makeshift prison around the confused crowd. In seconds I had another long pipe fused together and wrapped around the cage. Bringing the two ends in front of me, I gently pulled. The bar tightened like a shoestring around them.

"Are we going to settle a bit, now?" I asked. They protested. I tightened more pressing them all in against each other. The cage collapsed inward.

"Pleeeease?" I asked as I pulled in more. Eventually they were groaning for air. I quickly tied the string of steel. I pulled the ends to tighten the knot. I blew them a kiss goodbye to cool them down a bit and leapt into the sky just before the papparazzi showed up. I'll bet those gentlemen won't forget, though. Yes, I'm fully aware of the effect I have. All too aware.

Feeling a bit...vigorous, I launched myself into the sky and found me a nice, private volcano to bath in. Okay, so I went deeper, but I had to try! I have a feeling Blogger's boost won't stick. Ironic how I have to depend on her now for a power boost. I know she's gonna hold it over me...

Exhausted

2005-12-09T17:51:00.000-08:00

I was speechless, as she can attest. For the first time in my life, I was exhausted. I would have posted sooner, but I fell asleep. You're confused, I know. How can I be exhausted when I got a power boost?

Simple. It still wasn't enough. I feel wonderful. I can fly again. Though, I think that would have come back sooner or later. I'm stronger, like the last time when I'd been working out. Only I don't have the muscles to show it. Fine by me. Despite the boost, she was too much. I fought her at some points, but it was useless. Her nipples, and tongue, hurt my teeth. Her hands went where they wanted despite my brief protests. They were so brief. She is perfect. I have to say it. I know this will disappoint many of you. I'm sorry. I simply can't deny how utterly perfect she has become.

Which is why I must destroy her. I don't know how. I will find a way. I have to. Please Goddess, help me.

Ouch

2005-12-05T21:01:00.000-08:00

I didn't quite expect that kind of response from my crush. I'm not not sure why she'd want to crush me to the center of the Earth. Before I'd some brave comment to make, but I know she could do it. I simply can't ignore her. That leaves one other option for me. I'm so confused.

Weekend getaway, my eye.

2005-12-05T07:27:00.000-08:00

Well, they tried. Nothing like a classic bank robbery to add excitment to an otherwise dull weekend of homework and laundry.

I tired my best not to cause too much wake running to the scene. Looking behind me I saw cars wavering, but they managed okay. I really wish my flying would come back. Funny what you take for granted. Anyway, a couple minutes later I was standing outside the front entrance. X-ray was working this time so I could scan around inside. I learned that the grand stand approach doesn't work much anymore. Criminals are becoming desensitized to the whole "superhero presence" bit.

No hostages, yet. If they knew I was there, they would try that. I used an old trick I learned from the Supergirl comics. I moved to the closest gunman, then the next, the next. To everyone inside I appeared in more than one place at the same time. I took all five down and waited for the last to come out of the vault.

Now, normally I just let them fire at me. Superhero presence doesn't work so much, but knowing that your best shot wasn't even noticed does. This time, unfortunately, it was. You'll never beleive this, but I was shot in the eye! I'm sure it was blind luck, but it hurt really bad. I rubbed at my eye insanely as he made a run for it. I was of mind enough to notice, thank goodness, and blew him to the floor. The police showed up right about then and I had to get out of there.

I couldn't beleive it! I had a shiner all Sunday. I tried to cover it up with, but it was so big for the first part of the day. I can see fine, at least. I won't go blind. What a wonderful start to the week.

Introductions/Confessions

2005-12-02T18:56:00.000-08:00

Hello, my name is Ultragirl. Not my real name, of course, but that's going to have to do for you. That came out rude, didn't it? I'm sorry. Secret identities are a pain in the butt.

You can click my profile to learn some things about me. What it won't tell you is about my special abilities. I'm sure you can guess. There seems to be an epidemic of supergirls popping up. We all have our take on our powers, but bases are there. Super-strength, speed, invulnerability, blah, blah, blah. I found later on that I can increase my physical powers greatly if I'm able to hit the gym. Finding a gym is the problem. My old supergroup had one. They disbanded after we lost one of them. The JLA we weren't.

I ty to mantain a normal life. lately it's been taking it's toll. I'm rolling on 4 months without sleep. Not a wink. Because of that, my "extra" powers are blinking out. Not so bad until you take a nosedive into Antarctica. I did find out that my body makes a great bomb, though. The crater was huge. So, it's annoying, but not unnmanageable.

Now, for new crop of supergirls. I'm staying out of it. Though, there is one that may be unavoiadable. Baddies still have to be taken down. We'll see. What they don't seem to see, is that there is someone out there that can kick all our butts...together.

Blogger's power is simply cosmic in scale. She could kill us all if she wanted. We're not talking nation by nation. Think planetary scale. Even worse, it wouldn't be all that hard for her. She worries me, greatly. I've tried what she has tried. Jupiter's center? I can't make it. The bomb she shoved inside her? I don't think so. I think her "full charge" feeling is to make us feel better. I think it's not so much a feeling full as much as her realizing that's all our sun can provide. I think she inherently knows that if the universe can provide the power, she can use it. She just needs to know where to look. Let's hope she nevers finds it. Her name would surely be Goddess then.

Despite the danger she has become to us, I think I'm falling in love...