Day 47

Despite looking her best, Lily was in no mood to flaunt it after the embarrassing events of the previous day. She would have preferred to stay home, but she couldn't afford to ruin her attendance record. So, she dressed as inconspicuously as possible in a pair of sweatpants and a gray hoodie. She hoped that her encounter with Mike might lead to something more in the future, but today was not the day to face him again. She needed some more time to get over it.

As Lily walked through the school halls, she realized her wish for anonymity would not be granted. Her heightened hearing picked up a lot of whispering, and everywhere she looked, people were staring at her. She was on the verge of attempting to overhear the hushed voices to decipher their words, but then she caught sight of the red graffiti scrawled across her locker:

"SLUT"

She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and retrieved it, seeing a notification from Olivia. The message read:

Did you really believe Mike would be attracted to someone like you just because you finally hit puberty? You're a pitiful little worm and always will be. Or...well, now you're also a slut. Because now everyone has seen this:

As Lily scrolled past the text and saw the attached video, a constriction formed in her throat and she began to hyperventilate. She didn't need - or want - to listen in on people's whispers anymore. The thought of what they were saying was more than enough. The video showed Lily at Mike's place...from Mike's perspective. While it was unclear that it was Mike in the video, anyone could see that it was Lily. But how? Lily scanned the area until she found him, standing with Olivia and purposely avoiding eye contact with her.

Lily's tears flowed as she watched Olivia and Mike embrace, the betrayal cutting deep as she realized the truth. Mike wasn't wearing his glasses today - the glasses he had never worn before Lily's visit. It all suddenly became clear to her. Even with her enhanced intelligence and abilities, she had been duped by Mike, Olivia, and a sneaky spy camera hidden in the fake glasses. She had let her guard down, caught up in the happiness of the moment and failing to use her critical thinking. She focused her hearing on Olivia and Mike as they broke their kiss.

"Well done yesterday, darling," Olivia purred at Mike, a smirk on her lips. "Although you did promise not to show up. You weren't supposed to enjoy it that much! At least we cut that part out of the video. You looked kind of pitiful there for a moment, begging that loser to release your cock.”

Mike clearly did not enjoy the situation and looked extremely uncomfortable. “Oh, don't be such a grump," Olivia added playfully, swatting his shoulder. What kind of twisted couple were these? Olivia allowed him to essentially cheat on her just to get back at Lily? She glanced around again, but seeing everyone gawking at her, whispering about her and giving her their condescending glances was too much to bear.

As the tears continued to flow down her cheeks, Lily pulled her hood over her head and fled from the scene. Once out of sight, she let out a cry of frustration and punched the brick wall with all her might. Despite the pain that shot through her hand, Lily was surprised to see that the wall had sustained a slight dent from the impact. She hadn't realized she was that strong. But the realization did nothing to quell the storm of anger and sadness that raged within her. There was no way she could endure another minute at school, surrounded by her so-called classmates and their cruel words.

So, with a heavy heart, Lily decided to skip class for the day. She walked aimlessly, lost in thought and still able to hear the faint echoes of the conversation inside the school. Each word only served to fuel her anger and sadness, creating a swirling vortex of despair. Why was it that she had received the greatest gift anyone could ask for, yet felt worse than she ever had before?

As Lily lifted her gaze from the ground, she realized she wasn't alone after all. Sara, a member of Olivia's crew of minions, stood leaning against the wall. Sara always stood out a bit, with her jet-black hair and edgy appearance commanding attention wherever she went. Like all of Olivia's friends, she had a toned body, her well-maintained buttocks a particular standout. She flaunted them in a pair of high-waisted jean shorts that left little to the imagination. Tucked into the shorts was Sara's signature black t-shirt with a rock band logo, fitting tightly over her C-cup chest.

Sara stood there smoking a cigarette, the embodiment of the bad girl stereotype. Lily was always a little surprised that Olivia allowed someone like Sara in her group - someone who stood out and could potentially draw attention away from Olivia in social settings. Sara was absorbed in her phone, cigarette in hand, as she watched something that Lily could easily identify through her enhanced hearing. While Lily was more than ready to leave school for the day, her anger and sadness at another girl using her torment as entertainment overpowered her. She clenched her fist and approached Sara steadily.

"Nice technique," Sara smirked, her eyes fixed on the screen.

Lily, taken aback by the comment, hesitated and stopped in her tracks. "W-what?"

Sara finally tore her gaze from the screen and looked up at Lily. "I can see you know what you're doing. God knows how, you were looking rough before, to put it mildly, but suddenly you're hot as hell! Haha."

Still flustered, Lily didn't know how to respond. This girl had her completely figured out. "Uhm... thanks?" she stammered. Lily approached Sara and leaned against the wall next to her, averting her gaze to the ground.

After an awkward pause, Lily couldn't take the silence any longer. "You... you're different," she said, casting a quick, admiring glance at Sara. "From the others."

Sara chuckled. "You mean the Mean Girls gang? Why? Because I'm confident in myself? Because I do what I want, regardless of whether Olivia's army of yes-girls approves? Well, when you put it that way, you might be onto something. I don't care about any of them, I barely tolerate them them. It's a fake friendship of convenience. I'm part of the crew, and Olivia won't bother me. She won't risk any girls mutinying against her to join me instead. Two alphas, but only one of us cares about leadership, so she can have it."

As Sara spoke, Lily began to smile. In an otherwise terrible day, meeting Sara was something that brought a bit of brightness. Or so she thought.

"I can see what you're thinking," Sara said, taking a drag on her cigarette before exhaling. "But you're wrong. This isn't some beautiful story about how you befriended a cool girl. I couldn't give a single fuck about you. But Olivia doesn't like you, so neither do I. The way I see it, you made your bed when you gave her boyfriend a fucking blowjob at his place."

Lily stared at her in confusion. Had Olivia told Sara that Mike was involved? "Yeah, I can see that it's Mike in the video. Hiding his face doesn't fool me. I can recognize that amazing body anywhere," sara smirked.

"He...he said it was over!" Lily stammered, feeling uneasy about where the conversation was going.

Sara crushed her cigarette beneath her foot. "Oh, so not only do you not know what's good for you, you're also naive? Look, I'll admit that your late puberty has helped you out a lot, and if you worked out more I'd say you could almost measure up to my level. But you need to know your place. As much as I hate Olivia, this kind of thing..."

She turned her phone towards Lily, the video still playing.

"I mean, you have to admit this is pretty hilarious. Not only is Olivia the most popular girl in school, but she outwitted you as well? I at least thought you were smarter than her. You tried to rise above your station, but you're just a good girl. Your fate is to always come in last. You flew too close to the sun, and now you're paying the price. I don't have anything against you, but I don't feel sorry for you either. That's just how it is. This school doesn't belong to you. It belongs to me and people like me. It always has.”

“Hello, earth to nerd?" Sara suddenly asked when she noticed that Lily seemed distant, her beautiful eyes empty and almost looking possessed, as if Lily were on a different plane of existence. There was a single tear running down her cheek, but there was no sadness in her eyes. Only rage, rage at realizing that Sara was no different from the others in any meaningful way. Rage at realizing that stopping all those criminals hadn't made the world a better place, at least not as far as Lily could see through her blinding anger.

Sara waved her hand in front of Lily's face, attempting to draw her attention and continue her ridicule. It was enough to bring Lily out of her reverie, but not enough to ease her simmering anger.

"Tell me, Sara," Lily spat out icily. "If you could steal anything from anyone, what would you choose?"

Sara was momentarily perplexed by the question, but quickly responded with confidence, "That's easy. I'd take everything. Have it all."

Lily sneered at Sara's response, as if she had given up on finding any goodness within her. Then, in a moment of rage, Lily did something she had never done before. She balled her hand into a fist and swung it towards Sara's face, fueled by years of pent-up frustration and pain. But just before the blow connected, Lily remembered the immense strength she now possessed thanks to the symbiote. She pulled back, reducing the force of the punch, but Sara still stumbled backwards, barely able to keep her balance.

Sara couldn’t believe her own eyes. Blood dripped from her mouth as she wiped it away with her hand. She looked down at the ground and saw, to her horror, one of her front teeth lying in a pool of blood. The pain finally hit her, and she opened her mouth to scream. But before the scream could escape her lips, Lily extended a thick tendril from her shoulder and into Sara's mouth, silencing her as she coughed and gasped for air, barely staying conscious. Lily leaned in close, her face inches from Sara's own, her eyes filled with fear.

"She was going to scream," the symbiote whispered. "You had to silence her."

"So because you're confident and don't care what others think, you think it's okay to treat people like they're worthless?" Lily asked, her voice filled with anger and frustration, even as Sara writhed and gasped for air with the symbiotic tendril lodged in her throat.

"She needs to learn her place."

Lily's determination was etched onto her features as she clenched her fists. "Then I'll make sure you learn your lesson," she declared.

As she spoke, tendrils of the symbiote began to worm their way into Sara's brain to access her thoughts and personality traits with ease, causing her to stand frozen, shaking and gasping for air.

Everything that makes you who you are is now at my fingertips, Lily thought to herself, relishing in the power of stealing Sara's confidence.

"More!" the symbiote in Lily's mind urged her on.

As Lily's confidence swelled, mixing in with her greed and lust, she didn't notice the subtle shifts in her own personality. She simply felt liberated and more powerful, as she drained Sara of her own confidence.

Lily's lips curved into a sly smile as she continued to feed on Sara's mind.

"Yesss! More!"

"I'll make an example of you. You'll tell everyone what happened, but I'll erase your memories so that all you'll remember is that this was your punishment for being a fucking bitch."

Lily suppressed a laugh as she reflected on that she should perhaps tone down the profanity that had been slipping into her speech recently.

"And you’ll make sure to tell all your awful friends that if they're up to no good…"

Lily tapped her chin thoughtfully, exaggerating the gesture to emphasize her contemplation. The surge of self-assurance had convinced her that it was finally time to adopt a superhero persona - an alter ego to inhabit while taking down any rogue she set her sights on. She wasn't going to remain an anonymous, street-level vigilante forever. No, she had grander ambitions.

Lily reflected on her name, given to her by her mother in honor of the water lilies, Anna's favorite flower. As she thought about it, Lily found herself becoming increasingly annoyed. The image of the passive plant, lying docile in the water, avoiding any disruption, seemed like a fitting metaphor for her former self. But not anymore. Lily's superhero identity needed to reflect the transformation she'd undergone, a process aided by the symbiote living inside her. Drawing on her extensive knowledge of botany, Lily searched her mind for a plant that embodied the qualities she now possessed. And then she found it: the perfect plant, one that could tower over fifteen meters from a single seed. This species climbed to the top, undeterred by those who sought to halt its ascent. It enveloped everything in its path, sometimes considered invasive, but to Lily it represented all she had never been before. Until now.

Lily transformed her clothes into a form-fitting green bodysuit that accentuated her voluptuous curves and completely covered her body. The golden capital letter "I" was emblazoned on her chest, her ample breasts causing the letter to appear distorted. She winked at Sara and purred, "Ivy will come for them."

Lily's mind was racing with all the possibilities that lay before her. She knew now that the key to controlling her desire for power was not to suppress it, but to channel it towards a righteous cause. She could use her symbiote's abilities to punish evildoers and show the world the consequences of wrongdoing. The thought sent shivers down her spine and made her lips tingle with anticipation.

"Yes, punish them! Improve! Become more!" the symbiote whispered seductively in her ear.

Lily - no, Ivy, as she thought of herself when wearing the costume - was very drawn to the idea, but she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that the voice in her head was up to no good. She had stopped speaking to it directly to avoid being swayed by its corrupting influence. Despite the temptation, Lily remained steadfast in her determination to do good. She would punish Sara, but not because the symbiote commanded it. She would do it because it was the right thing to do, and any improvement that came as a result was simply a bonus. With a wicked grin, Lily grabbed Sara's heart-shaped ass, one cheek in each hand, and started to grope it. She relished the feeling of power that surged through her veins as her fingers explored the curves and contours of Sara’s flesh.

"Mmm, I can see why you're so proud of these," Ivy purred, giving the cheeks a firm squeeze. She watched in satisfaction as Sara's pupils dilated in surprise.

"You know, I can feel every thought that passes through your mind while I'm inside it," Ivy explained, answering the unspoken question.

"There's not a person on this earth who knows as much about you as I do now. Your ass wasn't always so plump and irresistible, was it? Just a couple of years ago, it was flat as a board. But after you started going to the gym, you noticed the way people looked at you with desire when they thought you weren't paying attention. You enjoyed it. You became addicted to it."

Sara's eyes were bloodshot from her struggle to catch her breath, and she was mortified that Lily knew her most intimate secrets.

"You've been showing off your body more and more, haven't you? Tight jeans, yoga pants, short skirts, shorts... all to show off that ass of yours. And you know what? I have to agree. It probably is the best ass in school. Too bad your personality doesn’t match." Ivy sneered as she siphoned away the hours Sara had spent working on her physique, focusing specifically on perfecting her pert derrière. Ivy's dominance was clear as she effortlessly drained away Sara's hard-earned physical achievements.

"Oh god, I could never get enough of this," Ivy moaned as her ass swelled outward, straining against the tight fabric of her superhero costume. The feeling of her underwear digging into her flesh was almost too much to bear, and she couldn't help but moan with pleasure as it finally gave way, tearing in two around her expanding hips. She was momentarily disappointed as she realized that her favorite underwear was ruined, but the sight of her newly hourglass figure in the mirror quickly banished any sadness. For too long she had been self-conscious about her less-than-perfect behind, but now that was a thing of the past, as it was rapidly became one of her most enviable features.

Ivy reveled in the feeling of her bones creaking and shifting to accommodate her new, child-bearing hips. She even decided to forgo fixing her torn underwear, enjoying the feeling of the stretched-out latex rubbing against her most intimate parts. The strangeness of the transformation only added to her sense of power as she watched Sara undergo a reverse change, becoming a pitiful sight compared to herself.

Ivy's moans grew louder as a predatory grin spread across her face, her eyes glowing with pleasure and adrenaline.

"Would you like to know how it feels?" she purred, her hypnotically beautiful eyes locked onto Sara's. To Ivy's surprise, Sara seemed to nod, albeit weakly and fearfully. But who was Ivy to deny Sara the pleasures she so craved?

"Unfortunately, you can't experience it for yourself," Ivy said regretfully. "You wouldn't use this power for good, like I do. But I can give you the closest possible sensation."

With a wicked gleam in her eye, Ivy unbuttoned Sara's jeans, which fell to the ground as Sara's body kept becoming smaller and weaker. Ivy's gaze fell to the sexy panties Sara wore underneath, now hanging loose on her frame. Was Ivy really going to do this in the school yard of all places? As the symbiote whispered temptations in her ear, she knew the answer was yes. She slipped two fingers inside Sara's pussy, using the symbiote to merge and expand them into a large, phallic shape.

Tendrils began to emerge all over its surface, massaging Sara from within as Ivy also continued to penetrate her brain. Despite the giant tendril muffling her moans, Ivy could sense Sara's pleasure through their telepathic connection. It was a strange and surreal experience - Ivy was fingering a girl who couldn't resist or protest, but because she had full access to Sara's innermost thoughts, she knew that Sara wouldn't even if she could. At the very least, that's what Ivy told herself as she basked in the pleasure of her new appendage. Sara was now left flat and lifeless, while Ivy was anything but.

It was a real downer that it was already over, and now Sara was the one that would be experiencing pleasure. Abruptly, Ivy got an illusion. She focused on the fibres embedded in Sara's brain, and knew immediately that it had worked.

"Mmmmph yesss," she breathed. It was far better than she had expected; her absorption of Sara's mind wasn't just restricted to reading her thoughts, but also included experiencing her pleasure as if it were her own. Consuming it for herself was unimaginably better. She sucked in the sumptuous sensations into her being, brushing away the fear, the anxiety, and the struggles to breathe. Sara's pleasure transported Ivy to a realm of elation, edging her ever closer to a darker realm of satisfaction.

Ivy moved her finger inside of Sara even larger than before, confidently exploring her depths with the thick shaft.

“Mmmm, that's how I feel… mmmhm, when I drain you... Ohhh, it feels even better.” She could barely contain the rapture now as it swept her away. Yes, this was far superior pleasure than any Sara could feel on her own. Ivy bit her lip and withdrew her finger, asserting what she had said. "Nobody can feel it like I do," she uttered triumphantly. "Nothing beats the sensation of taking something for yourself."

"Unless…"

Unless... Ivy’s grin grew even wider.

"But you know what, Sara," Ivy continued with a wicked grin. "I did say that I was going to make an example out of you. Losing a few hours of gym time isn't going to cut it when it comes to changing your behavior."

Sara's eyes widened in fear, wondering what punishment Ivy had in store for her.

"It's just basic consequentialism," Ivy explained. "People aren't inherently good, but they'll act like it if the consequences for doing otherwise make it worth it. So, I don't think taking back what you gained in the gym is enough to make up for the suffering you've caused to those you consider beneath you. I want to make sure you really understand the consequences of your actions."

Sara's moans filled the room as Ivy's tendrils pleasured her, fingers dancing over her most sensitive spots literally inside her brain while the symbiotic dildo inside her pulsated with pleasure. But even through the pleasure, Sara couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the back of her mind.

"Let's kill two birds with one stone," Ivy purred, her voice dripping with desire. "I'll pleasure you, and I'll get to feel your pleasure through my symbiote. And while I'm at it, I'll drain you of whatever I want."

Sara tried to scream, but Ivy's control over her mind kept her trapped in a haze of pleasure. Ivy knew exactly how to bring Sara to the brink of ecstasy, massaging her clit and controlling the symbiotic dildo inside her with expert precision.

"Oh my god, I can't imagine how good this is going to feel," Ivy gasped as Sara’s body was writhing under her touch. "I can't wait any longer!"

Ivy didn't even know what she wanted from Sara, all she cared about was the feeling of power and control that came with taking from Sara. And as the fog of pleasure consumed her, Ivy decided that the most important thing was that she would take something Sara loved and make it her own.

"Let's do this," Ivy cooed, initiating the transfer.

"Mmm, so you love these, huh?" Ivy teased, licking her lips as they grew plump. "I think they fit me well. Too bad there won't be much left for you."

As she drained Sara of her best attributes and brought her to climax, Ivy felt an intensity of pleasure that she had never experienced before. She was worried she would pass out from the overload of her pleasure centers. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she surrendered to ecstasy.

"Yesss, keep going," Ivy shouted as her waist narrowed and her abs became more defined. Any imperfections on her skin vanished as she reached new heights of pleasure.

“More, I want more!” Her nails grew into perfectly manicured, pointed ones that looked like acrylic but were anything but. Her subconscious used the symbiote to turn them green, matching her outfit.

As Sara's nails turned unhealthy, lifeless, and small cracks started appearing on them, Ivy knew she couldn't take it anymore without cumming. She orgasmed in sync with Sara in an eruption of pleasure, and as she let go of the flat and feeble-looking girl, both the tendril in her mouth and the finger in her pussy, Sara immediately fell to her knees.

"Wh-what did you do to me?" she asked weakly, but Ivy was too caught up in examining her new self in her selfie camera to pay her any attention. She had experienced a final, mental transformation in addition to the physical changes brought about by the symbiote.

"I see now why you spent so much time at the gym," Ivy said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "I can feel your craving now. It's...nice."

Sara looked pale and frightened, as if she had just seen a ghost. Ivy had just absorbed Sara's desire to be desired - the driving force behind her frequent trips to the gym, the longing glances she received from classmates and even her teachers. It was Sara's favorite feeling, but now it belonged to Ivy.

After making sure the only thing Sara remembered from their encounter was that someone named Ivy had punished her for her sins, Ivy fled the scene. She saw herself as the protector of the helpless, after all. Whenever Sara looked in the mirror, she would know that her appearance was a result of her failure to be a decent human being.

As Ivy stood in front of an empty shop window on her way home and used it as a full-body mirror, she couldn't help but admire her reflection. Dressed in her superhero costume, she decided it was time to make some changes. The symbiote whispered in her ear, tempting her to embrace her power and sexuality.

Ivy let the material covering her legs and thighs dissolve into thin air, leaving only her torso and crotch covered. She reveled in the way her shapely legs and heart-shaped ass were now on display for all to see. With a flick of her mind, she transformed the high neckline of her costume into a deep V-neck that plunged down to the middle of her chest, revealing her generous cleavage and gravity-defying breasts. Her fleshy mounds demanded attention, and Ivy was more than happy to oblige.

Ivy's outfit was stunning, a perfect reflection of her confident and powerful demeanor.

The symbiote whispered in her mind, "Something befitting a goddess."

Ivy couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. While she may not see herself as a goddess, she knew she had to look her best while doing good in the world.

With a fierce determination, Ivy set out to test her new outfit. Using her superhuman hearing, she listened for anyone in need of help. It didn't take long for her to hear a distressed woman and her child, trying to rescue a cat stuck in a tree. Without hesitation, Ivy raced towards them at an incredible speed.

"Mom, why is that lady wearing a Halloween costume?" the little kid asked his mother, who was focused on the cat.

"What did you s-" She couldn't finish her sentence as she caught sight of the stunning, petite woman standing before her. "Uhm... May I... May I help you?" the mother stuttered.

Ivy's eyes sparkled with excitement as she replied, "Quite the contrary! As a matter of fact, I'm here to help you!"

This girl must’ve escaped the psych ward or something, the mother thought to herself. “Uhm, no offense little girl, but I think we’re going to need someone a bit taller than you. That branch is almost four meters tall!”

Ivy smiled heroically as she replied, "By my calculations, it's actually 4.35 meters, but it's no problem."

Ivy's symbiote pulsed with excitement as she leaped towards the tree trunk, using it to propel herself even higher into the air. As she reached out to snatch the terrified cat mid-jump, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of power surge through her body. She landed gracefully, handing the feline over to the grateful child with a smile on her face.

The mother watched in amazement as Ivy effortlessly performed the seemingly impossible feat. "What are you?" she gasped.

"I'm just a friendly neighborhood hero, trying to help people," Ivy replied, winking seductively at the stunned woman.

“But you could be so much more.”

"Thank you so much," the mother said, a smile spreading across her face. "I'll be sure to tell everyone about you."

The son leaned in to whisper to his mother. "What's her name?"

Ivy hesitated for a moment before answering. "I'm Ivy," she said, trying to sound confident.

"Thank you, Ivy," the mother said, smiling warmly. But as she looked at the superhero, a thought crossed her mind. "Just...Ivy? It doesn't sound quite like a hero name."

Ivy hesitated again, caught off guard by the question. She hadn't really thought about what to call her alter ego, other than just going by Ivy.

But the symbiote had other ideas. "Mistress Ivy," it whispered in her mind.

No, that sounded too ominous. And sexy, a voice in the back of her mind added.

"I'm...Incredible Ivy!" she declared, the name coming to her at the last minute.

The little boy finally spoke up, his eyes lighting up. "Thanks, Incredible Ivy. You're my favorite hero."

"Oh, it's nothing," Ivy waved off the compliment, her modesty belying her incredible powers. "I have to keep working, but have a great day!"

Ivy kept doing heroic deeds. After having stopped a robbery carried a couple of kids out of a burning building, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power and excitement coursing through her veins. She loved being able to make a difference and see the grateful looks on people's faces. But as she pushed the distracted woman out of the way of an incoming car, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was meant for more.

"Oh my god, you saved my life!" the woman gasped, her eyes wide with gratitude as she looked at Ivy. Ivy could see the dating app on her phone, the one she had been paying more attention to than the road.

"No worries, that's what I'm here for," Ivy replied, smiling as she offered the woman her hand to shake. "I'm Incredible Ivy."

She had developed the habit of shaking hands after every good deed, a way to show politeness and connect with the people she helped, as well as a way to spread her name and reputation. But deep down, hidden even from her own awareness, every time Ivy shook hands with a woman she absorbed some of their estrogen and pheromones, egged on by her own desire to be desired and lusted after. The stolen attributes remained dormant within her, waiting to be activated at her own discretion. But for now, Ivy was content to be the hero, using her powers for good and helping those in need.

Ivy couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as she changed out of her superhero costume and back into her normal clothes. She walked home, wondering if anyone had noticed her actions as a superhero that day and whether she would be mentioned online. While she primarily did this to help others, Lily couldn't deny that she craved recognition and validation for her actions. However, her good mood was slightly marred by the memory of the woman with the cat in the tree, who had condescendingly doubted Ivy's ability to help and called her a 'little girl.'

It's not like 5 feet is that small, Lily tried to reassure herself, although she couldn't shake the feeling of annoyance. If only she knew the full extent of my powers, she would have been on her knees, worshiping my superiority.

"She should've been rejoicing over your mere presence. You need to embrace the goddess you're meant to be," the symbiote whispered seductively in her mind.

Lily shook the tempting thoughts out of her head, trying to ignore the symbiote's manipulation. But she couldn't completely deny the allure of power and sex, especially when it came with the opportunity to prove herself as the ultimate superhero.