She had insisted so much that I just had to say yes to her little game. I was in this lesbian relationship with Chloe for about two years, and if there was one thing I knew about her, it was that she was a massive Supergirl fan. Not only that, I had to accept that she loved a fictional character more than me. Sure, she wasn't completely delusional and knew Supergirl wasn't real, but she very easily allowed herself to forget that fact.
I also knew she had selected me for my physical attributes. I was fit, blonde, and quite pretty, so it was no secret that parallels could be traced between me and her beloved Supergirl. To her credit, she wasn't even trying to hide that. We love who we love, after all.
So yes, today would be special for her, no doubt about it. It was Halloween, and after she insisted so much for the past few months, yes, months, I finally accepted to wear a Supergirl costume for her. She said she would take care of everything and plan our entire evening. Not having to lift a finger for once sweetened the deal and pushed me into acceptance.
Earlier, Chloe came to my office. I always worked from home, which made it very easy for her to do so. Then, she told me something along the line…
"Don't forget about tonight. Check on the bed when you are done working. I'm going out now."
She was so excited about Halloween that she didn't even allow me to respond before dashing out. And why was she going out? When would she come back?
Well, these questions were not answered then, but after I finished working, I headed straight to the bedroom and found some clues on the bed, as expected. There was a box and a note.
I grabbed the note, but then my eyes caught something super strange. The big storage chest at the foot of our bed was full of clothes. MY clothes.
"Hey! Why is my stuff in there… Wait… that's ALL my clothes…"
I rushed to the closet just to discover that my side had been completely emptied. Then I checked the dresser, and my two drawers were also emptied. Chloe had collected all my clothes and had stuffed them in the big storage box while I was working. Even my jackets and shoes were in there.
"What the hell…"
Since she wasn't around to answer for her crime, my only option was to read the note she left for me.
"Dear Kara…"
Kara? That wasn't even my name. What was she talking about?
"Thanks so much for accepting to play with me tonight. It means so much to me. I love you so much…"
Right.
"Here are some instructions for you. First, take off all your clothes and place them in the storage chest."
Nice. Was that her first instruction? I sighed but remembered how much I loved her and how much she had been looking forward to Halloween this year. It was pretty obvious why she wanted me to undress, and I already knew what I would have to put on after that. I had no real reason not to play the game I had promised to play.
I placed the note aside, kicked off my shoes, and removed my jeans and t-shirt, followed by my underwear. Years of CrossFit allowed me to be confident about what I was going to wear, so I couldn't complain too much. As instructed, I placed all my items inside the already full storage box.
I then read the next step.
"Close the storage box and lock it with the big padlock."
Uh? What? I tilted my head, and only then I noticed the big open padlock hooked to the lower metal eyelet of the storage box.
"Really? Why?"
Again, I knew what she wanted me to wear tonight, so it was pointless for me to resist. Chloe could be a bit anxious at times, so maybe she was scared that I would back out of my promise if I were to change my mind after I put on her Supergirl costume. Locking my clothes away would keep me honest.
"Whatever… Let's do this. It's her night, after all."
I closed the lid, pushed down on it to squish down the excessive amount of clothes, and threaded the shank through the eyelets. And then…
Click!
Chloe was probably right because once the padlock locked, a shiver traveled down my spine. I was naked, and the entirety of my clothes were now out of reach. Was this fear or excitement? What if there was an emergency? What would I do then?
With my heart racing faster, I quickly returned to my note.
"All you need to wear tonight is in this box. Make sure you wear everything. When you are done, just wait to hear back from me. I love you, Kara."
So simple, yet, so nerve-wracking. I pulled the box closer to me and opened the flaps. Immediately, the blue and red colors confirmed what I already knew. It was my Supergirl costume for the night, neatly folded with the big S logo on top. I really wanted my street clothes back.
I pulled the costume out, and at that point, I realized that it was not just any costume. It was THE costume. And by that, I meant that it was SO detailed and high quality. I couldn't help but wonder how much Chloe had spent on this fantasy of hers. The fabric was textured, a million miles away from the cheap spandex I had expected. It was much closer to what the actress of the series would wear on the set, if not exactly the same or better. Even the boots were incredibly high quality. I could already hear Chloe begging me to wear it repeatedly because of the price she paid for it.
"Oh boy…"
There was a little twist too… At the bottom of the box, I found another smaller box. I opened it, and my heart skipped a beat… Seriously? It was one of these high-end butterfly vibrators. It was blue like the costume and clearly was there for me to wear under my Superpanties.
What I wouldn't do for her? I sighed some more and decided to go for it. Again, it was her day, and not playing her game would make her so sad. Anyway, this was just for the two of us. I liked having sex with her, so a little kink wouldn't kill me. This toy was new, though, so I was quite curious about it. She might have tossed out the original packaging to make sure I wouldn't know too much about that toy.
So I went for it. I carefully inserted the butterfly vibrator inside of me, which was surprisingly comfortable, and secured it into place with the small straps around my hips. When she would turn that thing on, It would undoubtedly stimulate all the good regions.
Once that was done, I began putting on the legit Supergirl costume. It was quite simple: neck entry, no zippers. It was just a matter of sliding my hands in the sleeve and my thumbs in the holes and adjusting my boobs in the built-in supporting chest section. The little red skirt was short, but not too short. With the knee-high boots on, my upper thighs were visible.
I turned to the mirror to ensure my blonde hair was decent, and when I saw my reflection in the mirror, I received a big emotional shock.
I looked… Super…
My God, was I pretty. Despite its simplicity and cheesiness, this costume was terrific, but on top of that I finally got to see the benefit of my years of CrossFit. I was still very feminine, just very fit. This costume was made for me to wear. There was no doubt in my mind that Chloe had it made to my size, but I mean, I seriously pulled this off. I had been genetically engineered to wear this costume, apparently.
I could give my hair some curls in a moment, but for now, I just wrapped my red cape around my chest and admired myself in the mirror.
"I am… Supergirl!"
I almost convinced myself. I noticed one last thing in the box before going to the bathroom to perfect that hair; a smartwatch matching my costume. It had a red frame and a blue wristband.
"Really? She bought that, too?"
I turned it on, it was fully charged, and there was the famous S logo on the screen. I put it around my wrist.
"I guess she wanted me to wear it too."
And that was it for now. All I had to do was admire myself and wait for Chloe to return.
I texted her, but she didn't reply. It was almost 6 pm already, and it was getting quite dark outside. My hair and makeup were now perfect, but I wondered when Chloe would get back.
Finally, after a few more minutes of super boredom, my smartwatch buzzed. A small text message appeared.
"This is Chloe. A Zuber will come pick you up in two minutes. Take it. And leave your phone at home."
"Wait… what!?"
What was this? She wanted me to go out dressed up like this? I knew it was Halloween, but… really? I was convinced we would spend time together at home and that his costume would just be a thing between me and her. Instead, she had organized something outside? That wasn't fair!
And two minutes? I didn't even have time to think about this or reply to her. Freaking out a little bit, I began pacing in the hallway, watching for that potential Zuber ride.
"What should I do!? What should I do!?"
Oh no! A white car entered my driveway and stopped there. Should I just go tell him that I'm not going and… and…
"Raaah!"
I stepped outside and closed the door behind me. Since we had an electronic keylock, I didn't have to worry about my keys… But my wallet and phone… They stayed inside the home. What was I doing?
"Gaaah!"
I now realized I was outside, wearing this Supergirl costume, so I ran to the car and quickly sat in the rear seat to hide myself from the world. What have I done?
The car backed out of my driveway and began driving me to an unknown place. I was so freaking nervous at this point.
"Your costume is amazing!"
"… Uh? What?"
"You really are Supergirl. That's by far the best costume I've seen all day."
"Oh… Haha… Well… I mean…"
"You look incredible."
"Well, thanks, I guess. Haha."
So embarrassing. My face must have been red like a tomato. But then, my watch buzzed again.
"Are you in the Zuber?"
Using the tiny screen, I replied, "yes", but then there was no reply after that. I tried to determine where we were going by looking out the windows because asking the driver would have been too awkward.
Downtown… Oh no! We were going downtown! The buildings were getting bigger, and more and more people were on the sidewalks. Halloween night in our city was quite popular, and there were many parties in the bars and pubs. That Zuber ride was taking me straight to that area if my instinct was right. I began chewing on my nails.
Bzzzt!
I jolted in my seat. What was that? What was that? Did I dream this? NO! I didn't. It came from something so comfortable that I had forgotten about it. My butterfly vibrator buzzed for a second before going quiet again. What was I supposed to do with this? That thing didn't have an off switch, and I didn't even know how to operate it. I had simply followed the instructions Chloe had given me. What would happen if this thing were to turn on at full power without warning? Running to the nearest washroom to get rid of it? Where would I put it, then? Supergirl didn't have pockets.
This was getting strange very quickly. The deeper downtown we got, the more trapped I felt.
When the Zuber finally stopped, and the driver indicated that we had arrived, I had no choice but to step out. There were so many people around who watched me. At least, many people were wearing costumes since it was Halloween, but still. It felt very strange to be alone in the middle of all that while wearing a bright red and blue costume that was superior in quality. And how was I supposed to find Chloe?
Bzzzt!
"Ack!"
Again? My vibrator buzzed again. I would have placed my hands on my crotch, but doing so in public would have been extremely embarrassing.
A hand landed on my shoulder.
"Excuse me…"
"AAAH!"
"Sorry… Can I take a picture with you? Your costume is just too amaaazing!"
"…"
A girl and her friend, both dressed up as some sort of D&D characters, were standing next to me, almost begging for a picture. That was not a request I had anticipated, but it went along the same line as what the Zuber driver had said on my way here. I was only starting to understand that other people saw the same thing as me when they looked at that Supergirl costume. It was amazing and special. So…
"S… sure… Why not."
"Yay!"
One after the other, the two girls took pictures with me. They were very thankful and praised my costume several times more. And right after them, a random man walking by asked for the same thing. Want it or not, these three strangers praising me for my costume made me feel better about myself. It was the real deal and not just a cheap copy of Supergirl.
But…
Bzzzt!
What was wrong with this vibrator, and where was Chloe? Why was I downtown in the middle of all these people?
My watch vibrated. I finally got a new text message. I read it on the tiny screen.
"Find me! You need to rescue me."
Right. And how was I supposed to do that?
"How?"
"Walk around and use your superpower."
My superpower? Was she on drugs or what? What superpower?
Another group of girls asked for pictures with me, so I couldn't overthink this. At least I was feeling like a celebrity at the moment. But one thing was clear; if I stayed here, my situation wouldn't change.
After this new round of pictures, I began walking in a random direction, somewhat following the flow of pedestrian traffic. That way, I wouldn't bump into so many people. My problem had no obvious solution. How was I supposed to find Chloe? Downtown was a big place, and with so many people around wearing costumes, there was no way I would ever find her. And what did she mean by me having to rescue her?
The next few minutes were more of the same. Many people stopped me in my tracks to compliment me and ask for pictures. Every time that happened, my confidence grew a little bit more. I began to smile more and tried to pose better for the camera, which seemed to please the crowd. If I had known this would happen, I would have practiced more in front of the mirror before leaving.
After a hundred more meters, something different finally happened, and I wasn't sure it was a good thing.
Bzzzbzzzt… Bzzzbzzzt!
My hidden vibrator began buzzing at a faster interval, to the point that it made me feel good down there. That was annoying. Again, I had nowhere to hide. Why was it picking up pace like this?
And it struck me…
"Wait… Wait a minute…"
Instinctively, I turned around and walked back toward where I came from. Almost immediately, the vibrator quieted down.
A picture or two later, I returned to my previous position, and the vibrator accelerated again. To test my wobbly theory, I continued walking in the same direction toward another area.
BzzZZzzzZZzzzZZZzzz…
"Chloe… you little…"
I didn't know how it worked, but when the vibrator started buzzing constantly and even varied in intensity, I understood what my superpower was… The closer I got to Chloe, the more active that thing inside me was getting. And not just by a little. I was getting quite aroused now. The vibrator was really working on my G-spot, and the little tendrils around my clit were evilly efficient. Even if I wasn't wearing much, I was getting very hot.
"Amazing costume! Can I take a picture with you?"
"Urrrgh!"
That again? By fear of getting caught doing something dirty in public, I regained my composure, using my Supergirl strength, and smiled for the picture. No matter what, I couldn't be weak. It was better to push through and find Chloe as soon as possible so she could put an end to this humiliation.
When I got the occasion to slip away, I began walking faster in the direction that intensified my vibration. People just wouldn't leave me alone, though. Everybody wanted pictures of me. I did my best to accept all the requests, but I understood I had to hurry when people started asking me if I was okay. I suppose my aroused face could have been mistaken for a drunk face, and people would be more than happy to assist me.
The vibration was now so strong, and I started losing my mind. More than once, I considered running back to where I came from to quiet down the vibrator, but what would that have accomplished? It would just have extended my predicament.
I reached another intersection. I placed my hand on the street light to observe my surroundings as I was assaulted with pleasure. A few pubs on the corners, some shops, lots of people, and… A giant hotel. That one was about forty floors tall.
I stared at it for a moment… It had to be it… Chloe wouldn't wait for me in a pub… She didn't even drink… The hotel… It made so much sense, and based on the strong vibration I was experiencing, it had to be it.
But suddenly…
"Aaah… AAAH… aaaannhh! AAH!"
I lost control of my body. I just couldn't stop it. A powerful orgasm turned my legs into noodles, and I fell to my knees while trying to control my moans. I could be pretty loud in bed, but it wasn't the best time to unleash my romantic voice around here.
Almost immediately, some hands grabbed my arm and tried to support me. A group of three girls.
"Are you okay, Supergirl?"
"… Mmm… aaah… haha… Yes yes… Sorry. Just a bit…"
"You drank too much?"
"Ah, yes… I guess so. My hotel is right there. I… I'll be okay."
"Ok… Can… Can we take a picture, though?"
"Suuure… Why not."
The girls helped me up again, and I did my best to pose for these pictures. I was sure to have a post-orgasm face on them, but they would probably never know.
After thanking the girls who assisted their heroine, I crossed the street and entered the hotel lobby. The vibrator was relentlessly strong at that point. Chloe had to be here. Somewhere. I looked around the lobby and even took a peek at the bar, but I didn't find her. I just managed to have a couple more people asking me for pictures. Supergirl was definitely more popular than I could have imagined. What was I supposed to do now? I was about to cum again, and I had no idea how to find Chloe.
But then a voice approached me in a different tone.
"Excuse me, Miss."
It was one of the hotel staff; a small girl wearing a neat little uniform that didn't seem after a picture.
"Y… yes?"
"You must be Supergirl."
"Well…"
"Yes, I'm sorry. It's obvious, isn't it."
"…"
"A client left this envelope for you earlier. She said Supergirl would come here for her."
"Oh… Okay, yes. That would be for me."
FINALLY! My predicament was about to end. But not just yet… The lady handed me the envelope, and then her face turned all red. I looked at her for a moment, and I guessed what she was about to say.
"Can… Can I…"
"Of course, I'll take a picture with you."
"Nice. Thank you."
She ran to her desk and came back with three other girls who all wanted to take pictures with me. With all that touching and the vibrator chewing on my pussy, it was a miracle that I didn't cum right in the middle of the lobby. But as soon as we were done, I ran to a dark corner to take a look at that envelope.
Before I could open it, though, I exploded. With two hands on my mouth to muffle my moans, I fell to my knees and had a very long orgasm that refused to subside. Good thing there was nobody around. I could only pray that there were no cameras around either. I came and came for what seemed an eternity. This time, I couldn't help but massage my crotch through my red skirt. It was so indecent.
Still shaking and stimulated like crazy, I ripped the envelope open and extracted a paper note. My blurry eyes read the text written by Chloe's hand.
"Save me! But no elevators. ;)"
Right. I guess she expected me to use my superpower again to find her. This building was enormous. Forty floors was a lot of floors, and there were probably a thousand rooms. Anyway, what choice did I have? It was probably time to show the world how useful CrossFit was. Chloe wouldn't have mentioned the stairs if she didn't know I was in the best shape of my life. In her mind, Supergirl was a strong woman with amazing physical abilities.
I engulfed myself in the staircase.
That damn vibrator felt like it was at full strength now, making my ascension super hard. I also did a lot of walking before coming here, so the first five floors were very challenging. I had never done this before, climbing stairs while being sexually assaulted by a robot. I loved both exercising and sex, but the combination of the two was more than I could handle.
I was wrong about the vibrator being at full strength, though, because when I reached the 10th floor, it began doing some nasty shenanigans to my pussy, pushing me to another orgasm. People do not necessarily know that, but cumming inside a staircase is very echoey. As I collapsed in the corner of the 12th floor, cumming like a superheroine, I could have been convinced that the entire hotel had heard me.
Five minutes of uncontrollable convulsion really made me want to quit, but at the same time, I really wanted to find Chloe and slap her butt hard for what she was putting me through. So I collected my Supergirl strength and kept climbing, slowly and painfully. After the 25th floor, my legs were on fire, and I could barely lift my knees anymore. The vibrator had really begun to be violent. What was it? Electrical shocks? It clearly was.
Zapped in the vagina and clit by the toy, I yelped in the staircase. That was brutal. Was she trying to kill me with that nasty device? And I came hard again. How many times has it been so far? I lost count. If Chloe had played like this with me at home, I would have enjoyed it, but here, in public, that was a solid twist to the activity. It was a good thing nobody used the stairs anymore these days.
30th… 32nd… 35th… I came again… 37th… I was exhausted, and the vibrator stopped giving me electric shocks… Did that mean I went too far?
I turned around and began walking down the stairs… then up and down again, trying to identify the sweet spot. My legs were killing me, but I seemed to have found that the 33rd floor was about right based on what my synthetic aggressor messaged me.
I exited the staircase and faced a looong corridor with so many doors. Would the vibrator tell me which one is the good one? If I were to knock on the wrong one, it would be so humiliating.
And as I began dragging my dead feet on the carpet, a door opened. All costumed, a group of girls came out of it. I knew the drill. I hurried and straightened my posture.
"WOAAAH! SUPERGIRL!"
If Chloe was anywhere around here, she now knew I was coming. I did my best to be the Superheroine they admired and pretended to be fine. I smiled and took a few pictures, they tried to drag me to their party, but I had better things to do. They walked away, trying to keep eye contact with me, but as soon as the elevator they used closed, I fell to the ground again and came hard.
Maybe I should just stay here on the floor and die.
But I couldn't give up. I pushed myself back up and moved forward in this never-ending hallway, using my hand against the wall to keep my balance. I tried to notice what my vibrator was doing to me to sense any changes. My pussy was so numb at that point, and it was like I had a chili pepper inserted down there. I wanted to take it out right here, but I needed its help for just a bit longer.
And suddenly,
WWWUUUZZZZ WUUUUZZ UWUUUZZZZ!
The beast between my legs went mental. I fell to the ground again. That was too much… I would die here. It was literally shredding my uterus with these violent vibrations and electroshocks.
But then, in my despair, I noticed the next door in front of me was cracked open. Someone had done this on purpose because the little door blocker was set. On the door, there was also a little picture with the famous S logo on it.
"Chloe! I'm going to murder you!"
Not caring anymore, I stood up one last time and pushed the door open.
"CHLOE! YOU LITTLE…"
I paused for a moment and observed the scene. On the bed was a shiny black form… very sexy form. A very sexy woman of familiar shape. Definitely Chloe. She was wearing this black PVC suit… wait… a shiny PVC Catworman outfit; how thematic. She was bound to the bed and had a big red ball gag in her mouth. She looked at me with her big black eyes and struggled against her bonds. How did she tie herself spreadeagle on that king bed?
But I noticed something more important. On the bed was a device of the same color as my evil butterfly vibrator. I rushed to it and turned it off.
When the device inside me finally stopped, my brain was flooded with a sea of endorphins. It pushed me to another orgasm, and this time, I didn't have to hide it. I fell once more to one knee, rushed to my crotch, and exploded inside my super panties. When I fell to my side, the carpet was bouncy enough to absorb my fall. I reached inside my panties, somehow extracted the vibrator, and tossed it aside.
That thing should be illegal!
Once my orgasm subsided, it was time to pay attention to my little friend. She probably knew I had been through hell, so she tried to free herself and perhaps escape before I murdered her. But tied up like that, she couldn't go anywhere. I reached behind her head and detached the head harness securing her ball gag.
Her first word was somewhat intense.
"Supergirl! I love you."
"…"
What was I supposed to say to that? She was SO happy and SO in love. I could see it in her eyes. I had given her a sight that she had never expected to see. I was the real Supergirl, and I had rescued her.
I leaned forward and began kissing her. What else was I supposed to do but love her in return? And she was very sexy dressed in shiny PVC like that.
Exhausted but happy, I made out with her for a long time. After that, I refused to free her, and I stuffed the vibrator inside her to make her experience my life since I became Supergirl.
We spent the weekend at the hotel, having sex and ordering food so we didn't have to go out, and on Monday morning, we left the place. It was three days after Halloween, so we stood out so much in the crowd. There was nothing we could do about it. We had no other clothes to wear.
By the time our Zuber arrived, I got a few more requests for pictures, which became quite natural for me to fulfill. It felt good wearing this costume. It taught me some good things over the weekend.
Once we got home, Chloe refused to tell me where the key to my clothes was. Since I was working from home, it was not an emergency, but I had to wear my Supergirl costume most of the time, except when carefully cleaning it.
After a few weeks, she confessed to me that she loved living with Supergirl and didn't want it to end. She had not said my real name since Halloween, but it wasn't annoying me. Somehow, I had started to love being Supergirl, too, and I didn't have a strong desire to end the experience.
A couple of times, we went out, and the reaction of people was quite strong. Wearing costumes outside the Halloween period was very strange. Still, because of the character's fame, people generally thought it was cool enough and kept asking for pictures instead of criticizing me. Simply put, it didn't clash with our lifestyle. We wouldn't be able to go to a fancy restaurant with me dressed up as Supergirl, but it was all good. It wasn't something we were doing before, anyway.
A year later, the next Halloween came, and we decided to move on with the Supergirl thing. Chloe and I sat down and talked about it. We decided to get rid of all my normal clothes so I could live full-time as Supergirl without thinking about ending it. When we told our friends and families about this, it was the nail in the coffin. They thought we were crazy, but in the grand scheme of things, they didn't care.
Chloe got me a few more Supergirl outfits, very similar ones, and that was all I needed until further notice.
On her side, Chloe didn't work from home, so she didn't have all the freedom I had, but she sure enjoyed wearing her Catwoman outfit and being tied up and spanked on occasion. I realized that if Supergirl asked her to do something, she would do it. I was that influential in her life. I had given her something priceless; she was ready to do anything for me.
I am Supergirl, after all.
