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Mary Marvel Makes a Wish	By : tooshoes Category: DC Verse Comics > Marvel Family Views: 5386 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Shazam family of characters, nor any other comic book characters in this story. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Desperately, Mary had yelled out the wizard's name, hoping for a miracle while expecting nothing.
Instead, several arcs of electricity shot between the circuit breaker panel and Mary's body.
The thugs were too close to her. One was even grabbing her arm. Electric plasma filaments entangled all three of them in a bright light.
The thugs spasmed violently, firing off their guns.
But then it happened! She blinked out of existence and then she blinked back in. She changed! She felt powerful and alive!
What she didn't feel was the electricity coursing through her body, transforming her. She didn't feel a bullet hit her between the eyes or another strike her chest. She didn't see the bullets fall harmlessly to the ground.
She looked at her body, not sure what to expect. She was wearing the outrageous costume that she remembered from the dream. She was floating in the air, and she felt warm and tingly all over.
She looked more beautiful than the wizard had even promised!
She laughed with delight!
Just a few seconds ago, she was terrified.
Now, fear fled her like shadows flee from the light, proving that her fears were just illusions.
Now, she felt giddy and playful!
She was dizzy from the sudden changes. Her feelings didn't fit the moment at all!
The electricity had transformed her, but it had the normal effect on the two thugs. They each had a seizure and fell to the ground, unconscious. The smell of burned clothes and ozone wafted around them.
When they collapsed, Mary saw her friends staring back at her in awe from across the room.
"Oh my God!" she cried out with laughter and a happiness they had only seen on her in glimpses before.
She loved how her friends were looking at her now!
She was recognizable as Mary Bromfield, having the same face, build, and voice. Even so, she had been transformed.
Mary had always been a pretty girl, and some people were even kind enough to call her attractive, but this new Mary was a real marvel!
Her previously rectangular body was pinched in the middle to create a perfect hour glass, and her new shape did not go to waste with her revealing costume!
The gods had given her a special micro mini dress made of a sheer red fabric with a golden lightning icon in the center of her chest that barely masked her nipples. The costume clung to her body like a second skin from the short sleeves down to her ass, showing off every perfect curve, then ending with a golden ruffled hem just below her crotch. That's where her glorious thighs stole the show, drawing the boys' eyes up and down her body. Golden gladiator boots with two-inch heels sexed up her lower legs. The straps pressed tightly into her skin for a kinky look. Finally, a short white cape with golden embroidery draped over her shoulder like a wing.
The transformation didn't stop at her body and her clothes. She had a completely different manner about her. Normally shy, Mary was now expressive, and all of her expressions seemed charged with sexuality, even when her intentions were innocent.
With a big smile, Mary stepped towards her friends. Her hips swayed suggestively, like they never had before. Her now gentle voice was disarming. She spread her arms, inviting their gaze and embrace.
But they stepped back away from her, as they would from a stranger invading their spaces.
Mary hesitated and frowned, suddenly realizing that her friends were experiencing this moment differently from her.
She saw that Freddy had a cut above his eye and the special sunglasses he had been wearing laid crushed into pieces on the ground. He was favoring his damaged leg because the thugs had taken his crutch.
Her empathy toppled her joy the instant she saw how they were suffering.
Freddy's leg was hurt, and Billy lost his most precious toy.
Tears fell from her eyes as she reached out and hugged Freddy, plowing through his resistance, and she kissed his injured brow.
Billy watched his sister hugging his friend. So much about her seemed like an imposter, but her affection for Freddy was all Mary right down to the way she patted his back while hugging him.
He stepped closer, wanting to touch her to be sure it was really her, when behind her a thug turned over on the ground with a groan.
"Watch out, Mary!" Billy shouted.
Mary spun around, instantly alert, but she sighed when she saw that the thug was still unconscious. His eyes were still closed and he stopped moving again.
Still, there was no need to take chances. She leaned over, collected both of their guns, and then she handed one to each of her friends to defend themselves, if need be.
"Whew, that was exciting!" Mary said, her emotions shifting again.
Freddy was blushing and was afraid to look at her.
"What's wrong, Freddy?" she asked, then laughed. "Is that a stupid question?"
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, as though telling a secret. "You aren't wearing any underwear!"
Mary looked at her chest. The silken fabric contoured to her now tear-drop shaped breasts, and her puffy nipples nearly popped out.
The normally shy Mary smiled at Freddy, downplaying her appearance. "They are just nipples, Freddy. Everyone has them!"
Her smile shifted when she saw that Freddy's pants were growing a tent.
"Oh my!" she purred, licking her lips.
Did she do that to him?
She felt a stirring in her pussy and a warmth radiate from her body. Did he do that to her?
She rubbed her palms against her hips, noticing how smoothly her hands glided over the fabric.
Then her eyes opened wide as she understood what Freddy meant. She wasn't wearing any panties under the tiny red skirt, and she had just bent over to pick up the gun in front of Freddy and Billy.
She blushed, too. "Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking. I need to be more careful with this costume!"
But Freddy's tent kept growing, and Mary's libido followed suit.
Her heart raced as multiple feelings struggled within her.
Fortunately, one of them kept their composure. Billy seemed unfazed by the spectacle in front of him. He just looked embarrassed. He never thought of Mary sexually before, and he was even more uncomfortable with the idea now that he knew she was his sister.
"This is all so really nuts," Billy said. "But we have to keep our wits about us. We'd better get out of here."
Freddy pointed at the thugs and asked, "Shouldn't we tie them up or something? Call the cops?"
Billy shook his head. "And tell them what? We are the intruders. As far as we know, they are security for this building. Even if they were assholes, waving their guns around like that, we are the ones who might actually go to jail. We don't want people knowing what happened here."
Mary giggled, unconcerned. "Then why did we broadcast everything live?"
"Because we didn't know how seriously these people take their secrets," Billy replied. "But we are lucky, because they cut our live feed short when they stepped on the glasses. Then you changed into ... this! I mean, this is like the coolest thing ever, but do you really want everyone to know about this? "
Mary's smile turned thoughtful. Billy impressed her with his quick, practical mind. He was right. She never felt as excited as she felt right then, but maybe that was reason enough to be cautious. She didn't know what she was doing. She didn't trust herself.
So she was grateful when Billy took the lead.
He looked outside the room and saw that the coast was clear. The two thugs were apparently the only responders, but there was no reason to assume that nobody else was coming, or that the stunned toughies wouldn't awaken soon.
They considered going out the way they came in, but there were probably security cameras up front, so they decided to escape through the room's window, instead.
The boys went first. Then they turned to help Mary down. But she didn't need their help. A sudden gust of wind seemed to hold her up, and the magical girl merely floated slowly to the ground without even trying, leading to an ultimate upskirt moment.
Their mouths dropped, and Mary blushed and laughed. "Sorry!"
Staying modest while wearing this costume would be difficult even if she was trying.
Freddy was entranced, but Billy didn't have time for Mary's antics.
He wiped the guns clean and dropped them back in the room, and then the trio hurried into the woody area behind the building. Billy and Freddy ran ahead, but Mary wasn't used to heels, so she ran on her tiptoes.
When they could no longer see the building behind them or any other signs of civilization, they paused to reflect on what had just happened.
Mary adjusted her costume, making sure her skirt didn't ride up. She thought about crossing her arms in front of her breasts but decided against it. The boys weren't shy about looking, especially Freddy, so she wasn't shy about showing!
And Mary did some looking of her own at the tent pitched in Freddy's pants!
She wondered if seeing her this way was awkward for Billy, since he had only just discovered that they were siblings. He was seeing a side of her that brothers should never see. But he seemed more amused than disturbed.
"Well..." Billy started with a jokey smile. "Where do we start?"
Mary bit her lip and looked back and forth between the boys, knowing that they wanted to talk about her, but each boy had different questions on their minds.
Billy took the lead again. "Let's start with the obvious. That dream of yours last night was more than just a dream, right?"
Mary nodded.
"And you obviously look amazing!" Freddy added eagerly and then immediately second guessed himself. "I mean, you always looked beautiful but ... I mean ..."
Mary smiled, but she raised an eye, daring him to finish that thought.
Billy was impatient with Mary's and Freddy's immaturity. The situation was more serious than they were pretending. He tried to get their minds back out of the gutter. He asked, "What kinds of powers do you have? The dream said that you'd get some gifts from the gods."
Mary tilted her head in thought. "I don't know, but I think those guys shot at me and the bullets bounced off. That wouldn't normally happen."
"Bullet immunity!" Freddy declared excitedly, making Mary laugh. "And I think you were floating back there."
"I think we're just scratching the surface," Billy said thoughtfully. "So how does it work? One second, we were all in trouble, and then, in a literal flash, you appeared looking like this and those guys were unconscious."
"I just said the wizard's name, and poof!" Mary gushed while gesturing towards her body. "I mean, it took me some time to remember it, because he only told me his name once. So I just started blurting out names until finally I said, 'Shazam!'"
Suddenly, the boys felt their hairs standing on end, and they fell on their asses when a bolt of lightning struck out of a clear blue sky and hit their friend.
Disoriented, Mary fell on her ass as well. Then her eyes opened wide as she said, "Oh no!" She looked herself over, relieved to see that she was wearing ordinary shorts and a t-shirt again.
"Are you okay, Mary?" Billy asked.
"No, I'm not okay! What's wrong with me?" she asked, nearly in tears.
Billy and Freddy looked at each other, confused.
"Nothing wrong that I can see," Freddy replied sincerely.
"Is there a problem?" Billy asked.
Mary glared at both of them. "What do you mean? Of course there's a problem! That wasn't me! Couldn't you tell that wasn't me? She was a ... "
She covered her mouth, mortified!
A slut, is what she wanted to say, but she couldn't.
Billy paused then asked, "Well, you were different, but what do you mean: that wasn't you? Don't you remember what happened?"
"I remember everything!" she snapped. "But that wasn't me!"
Billy tried again. "Do you mean that you weren't in control of yourself?"
"Of course!" Mary snapped, but then she looked down, feeling ashamed. "Oh, I don't know. I mean, it felt like I was in control. I was feeling her feelings and thinking her thoughts. But that couldn't have been me! Those were HER thoughts, and HER feelings and HER choices. I would never do what she did. Don't you get it?"
"Like you were drugged?" Freddy asked.
"Yes!" Mary said, relieved that Freddy understood, but then she paused. "I guess. I've never had drugs. I don't know what I was feeling, but it was overwhelming! And the way I acted -- it was like nothing bothered me! I felt like I could do anything!"
"Maybe those are some of your powers, too!" Freddy suggested excitedly. "Enhanced feelings and confidence."
"Yeah," Mary said noncommittally. "I don't care. Whatever it was, I don't I like it. I don't want any powers."
"Did you feel like you became someone else?" Billy asked. "Different memories and wanting different things?"
"I don't know! Please stop asking me!" Mary begged, burying her face in her hands, wishing they would stop looking at her.
Billy and Freddy waited for Mary to collect herself. Eventually she peeked out from under her hands and forced a smile. "I'm sorry. I'm okay."
The boys looked confused.
Mary frowned, sad that they didn't understand already.
But Freddy got bonus points for trying. He asked, "Is it because of your costume?"
Mary looked up, relieved that Freddy said it. "Exactly! It didn't bother me at all when I ... she was wearing it. I think she actually liked it, and I don't know what was wrong with her. It makes me sick! What kind of hero costume was that? It's like she bought it at Victoria's Secret and forgot to buy the panties! Is she supposed to be a hero or a stripper? What was that wizard thinking? I don't want to wear that thing ever again!"
Billy and Freddy looked disappointed, like not wanting her powers was crazy.
Mary clammed up, thinking, Oh God, they prefer the slut! She crossed her arms in front of her chest, feeling angry and rejected.
"You've just been through a lot, Mary" Billy says in a calming voice. "We all have, but especially you, and I think we are really lucky things turned out as they did."
"Really? How?" Mary asks, wringing her hands.
Billy threw his hands up as if it's obvious. "We might have died if you hadn't remembered that wizard's name and knocked those guys out! Thanks for saving us, by the way. And it's a good thing they broke my camera, or everyone on my channel would have seen what happened. I never thought I'd feel so lucky to see all my money go down the drain. It's pretty obvious now you aren't ready to make your big splash on the news just yet. If you really are going to be a hero, you might want a secret identity. You'll need a mask ... and maybe some extra clothes."
"You think?" Mary responded with a strained laugh, but then she looked again at the shattered sunglasses on the floor. "I'm sorry about the camera, Billy. I know it was expensive."
Billy shrugged. "Small price to learn I have a sister! -- and magical one, too!"
Mary giggled, surprised. "And I got a brother! Sorry, I'm a bitch ... like, I'm so lucky, and all I can do is complain. I have a brother!"
Freddy looked back and forth between Mary and Billy, feeling like the odd man out.
Mary smiled at him reassuringly and touched his hand. "Oh, Freddy, I'm sorry. I don't deserve you, either. I wish you could have found something special today, too."
Freddy shrugged shyly and smirked. "But I did find something special."
"What is that?" Mary asked.
But Freddy just kept on smirking until Mary's smile faltered.
Suddenly, she knew exactly what Freddy was talking about.
She was piqued and her mouth dropped in both shock and a delight she would deny to her death. She grabbed some dirt off the ground and threw it at Freddy. "And that's all you are getting, you perv!"
Freddy shielded his face with his hands.
Both he and Billy started laughing.
"It's not funny!" Mary rebuked, but she was laughing, too.
***
They found their way back to the subway station. They avoided talking about Mary's dream and her transformation, though it was at the forefront of their minds. How could it not be? They pretended that the day's big revelation was that Mary and Billy were siblings, though they had always acted like siblings, anyway. Finding those documents only confirmed it. Obviously, their brief encounter with Mary's alter ego was a much bigger deal, but the sexuality that brunette bombshell exuded made them all uncomfortable.
So they were quiet on the ride back to Fawcett City, pretending that the half-full train was too loud to talk over.
Then, once at the station, Billy suggested they go to their respective homes and finish the day like they usually would, trying to avoid suspicion.
Billy would star on his channel again and find a convincing lie to explain what happened after the thugs broke the hidden camera and stopped the live feed to YouTube. He was good at telling stories.
Freddy would monitor the news so they could react if they needed to, and he would join Billy on his show, as always.
Mary, though, headed to the Bromfield house where she needed to keep a low profile while figuring out what this magical version of her was all about, and whether she could share her life with that dangerous stranger.
***
Mary walked right past her father while he watched television. "Hi Daddy," she said brightly, and he acknowledged her greeting with a grunt.
She sighed. She was the invisible daughter once again. She sighed. It was almost comforting how normal his response was.
She moved stealthily up the stairs before her mother could notice and ask how her day went.
She closed the door.
On the other side of the bedroom door was a full-length mirror.
She anxiously looked at herself in the mirror.
She saw her reflection, the way she had always looked. It was the familiar image she had hoped to see, yet it made her want to cry.
She didn't have to look like this, anymore. She didn't have to feel like this. Someone else lived inside of her. A stranger. Someone that wizard created. Someone that wasn't really her. That's what she told herself, but to know for sure, she needed to face the stranger. Maybe she wasn't a stranger at all.
Staring herself in the eyes through the mirror, she braced herself and said, "Shazam!"
The lights throughout the house dimmed, and several strands of electricity passed between Mary and the outlet on the wall.
Now she was the other Mary, again. This time, the transformation wasn't shocking. Actually, it was rather pleasant. But it was unsettling to get a makeover as fast as she could snap her fingers.
Now she could see the magical Mary face-to-face, the way her friends had seen her. Except that now she was the magical Mary!
She wondered what she had been so upset about only a minute ago. She always wanted a body this gorgeous, and this costume really showed that body off! Sure, her nipples really popped through the dress, but they were nice nipples, and damn, she always wanted boobs like this! The skirt was micro and scandalous, but it was also very cute!
Mary had always been pretty uptight, but not this new Mary. She thought the costume was amazing. She lifted her leg slightly, exposing her pussy almost immediately!
She was delighted how cute and plump her pussy looked. It seemed a shame to cover it up all the time!
But, she could see how opening the blinds every time she moved could cause problems. Not everyone wanted to see that.
She might be able to get away with her semi-sheer top, but her bottom needed to be fixed.
She saw no reason to disappoint people by wearing athletic shorts under her skirt. Instead, she found a bikini bottom that she had been too insecure to wear before. She laboriously removed her gladiator shoes and then stepped into the pink swimwear.
But the garment shimmered when she pulls it up her thighs, and before it reached her hips, the bikini suddenly disappeared!
That didn't bode well. She tried again with plain, white panties, and she wasn't surprised when those disappeared, too.
Okay, panties were only part of the problem, anyway. She found a knee-length skirt in her bureau and attempted to wear it over her costume's micro skirt, but that disappeared, too.
"Wow!" she said, alarmed and excited by the implications.
But she wasn't done experimenting.
She tried to put on slippers from her closet, and the slippers flickered for a moment but stayed on her feet. Apparently her non-magical footwear was acceptable to the gods, but just barely.
She had another idea. Maybe it was her costume that was rejecting the new clothes, not her body.
So she removed the costume completely and then grabbed a nightgown from the closet. As soon as the nightgown touched her chest, it disappeared.
She giggled. So much for modesty.
She didn't have a mask, so she couldn't hide her face as Billy suggested, but she expected the gods wouldn't like that idea, either. She was stuck wearing the uber-sexy costume – which was both a curse and a blessing!
A worry suddenly crossed her brow. What if this insanity now extended to her other self as well?
She was reluctant to check, because as soon as she said the word, she'd be judging herself again, but ultimately she sighed and said, "Shazam!"
More electricity from the outlet hit her in the chest.
A brief muffled curse came from downstairs in response to Mary's continuous drain on the electical system, wrecking havoc on Daddy's television.
Mary didn't notice.
She was too focused on looking at herself in the mirror. Now she was in her normal body, wearing her normal clothes, but she was also wearing the bikini bottom, the panties and the skirt that had attempted to wear as Mary Marvel.
She was so surprised that she laughed, but it was bad news. Mary Marvel could only wear the highly inappropriate costume or she could wear nothing at all. Either way, she was a slut!
Mary looked in the mirror and said the magic word a few more times, comparing her appearance and her feelings each time she changed.
Mary Bromfield was alarmed by how dirty her mind turned as Mary Marvel. She wondered if the slut had any self-control or shame. Mary Bromfield didn't know how to feel about that.
But now that Mary had seen the slut's beautiful, naked body in all of its glory, one thing about that body made her curious.
As beautiful as the slut was, her body was not the most beautiful body that Mary could imagine. At least it was not her personal ideal. If the wizard had gifted Mary a beautiful body, shouldn't it be Mary's personal idea of beauty?
Instead, the slut's breasts were plump with an enviable tear-drop shape, but the nipples were larger and puffier than Mary preferred. Still very nice-- just not how she would have picked them off of the beautiful-body assembly line.
Mary had always wished that she was taller, but Mary Marvel was actually about two inches shorter, if she discounted the high heels.
Her new figure was amazing, but it wasn't as trim as Mary had wished to be. She always wanted to look athletic. Instead, slutty Mary looked like a weakling! Her body was delicate, having very little muscle, but with a thin layer of baby fat over everything.
Most curious of all was the body hair – or lack of it. Her entire body below her head was bald! Mary couldn't find any follicles at all. That went for her pussy, too. Mary preferred to keep a little pubic hair.
As beautiful as it was, the slut's body matched someone else's ideal, not her own.
This new Mary didn't just look like a slut. She acted and thought like one, too!
Again, this is not what Mary would have wished for.
And it did not make her better suited to be a hero. Quite the opposite, in fact. Just about every facet of this new Mary was not heroic.
Not the way she felt bubbly like a child when a situation was serious.
Not the way she was turned on by the slightest stimulation or just a dirty thought.
Not the way she blushed when exposed, yet she felt no shame.
And to cap that all off, her costume was better suited for a strip club than for any public arena.
In fact the only thing that was remotely heroic about her was her unwarranted confidence.
If the wizard really wanted for Mary to be a super heroine, he must have had reasons for making her look and feel this way, but those reasons were a total mystery to her.
Still, perfect or not, there was no question – slutty Mary was gorgeous.
Once again, Mary said, "Shazam!" and she was once again Mary Marvel.
Not surprisingly, she saw the gifts bestowed on her very differently when she was Mary Marvel, and she was far more appreciative.
The wizard hadn't given Mary the gifts that she had wanted. He gave her what she needed. Of course that was the explanation! The truth was plain to see!
The wizard knew that Mary Bromfield had been uptight about her body. She had hated when anyone looked at it, even herself. She never liked washing herself in the shower. It made her feel slightly nauseated. Sometimes, when she was very lonely, she would masturbate, but she touched herself as little as possible, and she always felt ashamed afterwards.
In fact, there was very little about herself that Mary Bromfield wasn't ashamed of. She tried to look pretty, but whenever Billy or Freddy would complement her appearance, she would bite their heads off. She acted offended by their male gaze and that anyone would evaluate her purely on physical terms, but what she really felt was shame, not offense. She had spent far too many hours in front of the mirror, taking on the male gaze for herself, but her form just never measured up. So she felt mocked and lied to whenever anyone complimented her.
Of course they were lying. Daddy told her so every day. He was always around to tell her the truth even if it crushed her spirit.
Mary Marvel was here to fix that. Now when she looked in the mirror, she saw the total hottie that she was!
No, it was more than that. She was the girl Mary always had inside of her but could never tap into! She was the girl that Daddy promised that she would be!
Was she really that much more beautiful than she ever was before? She had always been in good shape. Her boobs were now bigger and her waist was now almost unnaturally small and her face had a glow even without make-up. But otherwise, she looked pretty much the same.
So why did Billy and Freddy look at her so differently? Why did she look at herself in the mirror so differently?
Because in this body, Mary had a confidence and self-esteem that she never had before! She had feelings that she could never tap into. Now, she believed that she was beautiful and desirable, and that belief changed everything.
She behaved differently. She smiled differently. She became the whole package!
The wizard gave her one of the sexiest costumes ever, so Mary no longer needed to fear the male gaze. Now she had to embrace it. Now it was a part of her power!
That was what the costume was about. The wizard was telling Mary that she couldn't reach her potential until others saw her differently, and until she saw herself differently.
It was time for her to stop pretending. She had never been a prude; she had only been insecure. Being a prude didn't make her a better person or a better friend, and it wouldn't make her a better heroine. Being a prude only made her boring and a downer.
Now was the time to embrace the slut she had always buried deep inside of her.
The mirror on her bedroom door was as tall as she was.
Mary smiled naughtily at her beautiful, naked body.
She could feel the prude struggling to return to the surface, reclaim the light, but she would not say the word. Not yet. Not until she had shown her old prudish self what she had always been missing. Not until she had explored the secret parts of herself that had never seen the light before.
Mary stood in front of the mirror, and she saw all of herself for the first time.
"Relax," she instructed, trying to calm down. "See how beautiful you are!"
She saw herself with more positive eyes. She watched herself breath. She watched the peculiar, awkward way that she smiled, but for the first time she saw it as part of her beauty rather than a flaw. She checked herself out with the harsh male gaze that had always made her wither before, but this time it sent a thrill through her.
She watched herself getting wet.
"You whore!" Mary said to herself with a wicked smile.
She touched her pussy and shivered.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she asked herself.
She bit her lip and replied, "Okay, let's do it."
She cleared out a space on the floor in front of the mirror. She spread out a blanked and invited Tawky Tawny to join the fun. She leaned back into the giant stuffed animal for support, and she laid spread eagle in front of the mirror.
She couldn't believe how turned on she felt looking at herself. This didn't feel like autoerotica. She felt like she was looking at someone else, and that someone else was looking at her. Not one part of her objected. Not one part of her wanted to look away. She needed to see more, and she couldn't get enough of the attention!
Stroking her nipple made her moan. She loved watching her fingers draw circles around her areola, and she licked her lips when she saw a droplet of excitement form between her parted legs!
She closed her eyes and moaned again, but she needed to see!
She played with her amazing breasts in the mirror as if they were her own, because they were!
Then she spread her pussy lips, wanting to see inside, but she also wanted to see her own eyes looking back at her.
She dragged a finger around her pussy, sending sparks throughout her body!
Invulnerable or not, her body was more sensitive and insatiable than it ever was before. She pinched her thigh. It hurt deliciously.
"Fuck me!" she whispered to herself, and she grabbed a Sharpie off the floor near her. She plunged it all the way inside of her pussy, starting her engine!
She gasped in surprise!
Mary looked at herself in the mirror, hungering for her own body and at the same time basking in the attention.
Her engine shifted into high gear.
She squirmed on Tawky Tawny's lap while her fingers worked her clit urgently!
She was almost there! But she felt there was something missing – something else that she wanted.
She kneaded her breasts, one then the other, like she was trying to make three wishes to three genies all at once.
She wished to invite Freddy into this party of one!
She closed her eyes, and her wish was granted in an explosive fantasy!
Freddy was climbing on top of her! He kissed her with her fingers! Then he fucked her with her other hand! She was breathless! Then he plunged deep inside of her, all the way to her wrist!
Her engine moved well past the red line!
Her hips quaked. Her pussy gushed. Her legs shifted beyond her control. She threw her head back.
She moaned and maybe she screamed. The slut and the prude exploded together in a mind-blowing orgasm!
The orgasm wasn't just powerful! It was super-powerful! It was suddenly Mary's favorite power of all!
Or maybe this power had always been in her. Maybe she just never let herself take her body to the limit before.
She didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think clearly anymore. She didn't want to feel her body slowing down.
She kept her hands busy and her engine in idle. She licked her lips and pivoted her legs, getting ready to rev up again.
But her foot bumped into something, causing her engine to stall.
She opened her eyes.
Daddy was standing between her legs in the doorway, inches from her feet, looking down at her hot, breathless body!
***
Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was paralyzed by indecision, giving his eyes ample time to take her all in!
His expression was unreadable. She couldn't tell if he was angry, excited or indifferent, and any of those possibilities would devastate her!
She needed to cover herself, and fast!
She saw panties and a t-shirt within arm's reach, but those clothes would disappear as soon as she tried to put them on. Her costume was on the other side of the room. It was too far away, and it was not an option, anyway. Even if she was desperate enough, she couldn't escape by saying "Shazam" because she was naked before she had changed, so she would be naked when she changed back.
After far too long, she overcame her paralysis and pulled Tawky Tawney from beneath her and put him in front.. She hugged her childhood friend tightly, letting it defend her private areas. Fortunately, the gods didn't appraise her cotton cat as clothing, so her protector did not disappear, allowing her this one shred of decency.
The father and daughter looked at each other silently. He never once averted his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said, desperate to break the silence. All of her confidence and self-respect was gone. She was in the slut's body, but she felt all the prude's shame.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of," Nick said with surprising assurance. "What you were doing was normal for a girl your age, but you should be more careful."
Mary nodded and was blushing like an apple. Damn it, was she flirting?
And what did he mean? There was plenty for her to feel ashamed of! She appreciated his kind words, calling her behavior 'normal,' but there was nothing at all normal about this – especially not his concern for her feelings!
Also, he had never entered her room without knocking before, so she asked, "Why are you here, Daddy?"
"We are having brown outs, so I came up here to check on you. Then I heard a scream." he replied while adjusting his collar.
"Oh," Mary said, feeling bad for doubting him.
She had plenty more questions, but she didn't want to hear the answers.
He sighed then commanded. "Stand up, Mary. You look silly laying on the floor like that!"
Mary put the tiger down and quickly obeyed.
Even in this body, he had such control over her!
She was afraid to hold anything to cover her body, because it just might disappear. So she covered her hard nipples with one arm and her wet pussy with her free hand.
Daddy demanded gently. "Don't do that."
She dropped her arms to her sides submissively, and she did not meet his gaze.
Then he looked at her from top to bottom, taking his time. Her flesh tingled wherever his eyes traveled.
Why did he even want to look?
More importantly, why did his stare make her excited?
He was her Daddy!
She knew there was so much wrong with this situation. The prudish Mary had never been good at confronting Daddy, but slutty Mary would do anything he asked!
He did not test her limits. Instead, he said proudly, "I had my doubts lately, but I was right all along. You have grown into a real beauty, Mary! Haven't I always taught you that if you have something nice, flaunt it? The clothes your mother has been getting you don't do your body justice at all. I will talk with her about that, and she'll get you something much nicer."
"Thank you!" Mary said, blushing.
"Don't be shy," Daddy said while clearly enjoying her embarrassment. He added with a suggestive smile. "It's not like I'm your real father."
Mary looked up at him wide eyed. Why on Earth would he say that? Her heart raced, and she felt very, very wrong. Her emotions were being torn in every direction.
Fortunately, he didn't see her reaction. He was already turning to leave the room, closing the door behind him.
Mary's body demanded immediate attention.
She wanted to feel shame, and she felt it bubbling inside of her, but this body just wasn't made to feel that way. It was either a curse or a blessing.
So she said, "Shazam!" and instantly she was Mary Bromfield again.
She bent over and heaved, but she hadn't eaten since breakfast, so nothing came up.
***
Shortly after that, her mom announced that dinner was ready, but Mary needed some time.
She spent the next fifteen minutes forgiving Daddy's sins and condemning her own.
She swore she would never say 'Shazam' ever again, feeling strongly that the other Mary was the devil, and it was her fault that Daddy saw her naked. The devil tricked Daddy into desiring her. She was a magical girl, after all, so how could Daddy help himself?
Finally, armed with this defense, Mary went downstairs for dinner.
She wore very loose clothes and tried her best not to look at Daddy. She hoped that once he saw her as she really was, he would lose interest in the slut.
But Daddy didn't seem to notice that this version wasn't as attractive as the one upstairs. He assumed the loose clothes were hiding all of her desirables. He remembered what she looked like naked, and his imagination filled in the details while they sat at the table.
Mary blushed and smiled despite herself. She could never resist Daddy's approval even if it was inappropriate.
He offered Mary wine again, just like he had after the softball game. She hesitated, but she could never say no. This was a gift from him, and he would totally lose it if she rejected his gift.
She smiled and took the glass. It was time to drink away all of her uncomfortable thoughts.
She tried to forget that Daddy had entered her room without knocking, and that he ogled her body shamelessly. She tried to forget how excited the slut was through it all. She tried to forget everything, but she couldn't.
Soon, she didn't mind remembering.
Sure enough, after a few glasses of wine, she was getting giddy.
He was being so nice to her, now, and she longed for that kind of attention from him. She didn't want to consider why he was so nice.
Before the dinner was over, he gave her his credit card and told her to get a new wardrobe, spare no expenses. She smiled and accepted his money. How could she refuse?
Mom looked confused and concerned by his newfound generosity and affection for his daughter, but like Mary, she wouldn't question it. They were grateful for anything that made Daddy happy.
When the dinner was over, Mary was not angry at Daddy anymore. She wasn't even angry at herself. What happened was nobody's fault. They both felt feelings they shouldn't feel. They saw things they shouldn't see. They shared a secret shame, and nobody needed to know. Nothing needed to become of it.
She hoped he felt the same way.
Once back in her room with Daddy's credit card, she flopped onto her bed and began planning her new wardrobe on her cell phone. She scrolled through blouses and skirts and dresses, but they all seemed too ordinary, so she checked out swimwear, lingerie and a sexy cosplay site.
As she scrolled through screen after screen of revealing clothes, she felt a sinking feeling in her chest.
She could never wear those clothes around Daddy, and not because of her shame. If he saw her in those clothes, he would know that she was a different girl. He would be angry that she had fooled him.
What was she thinking? That what happened between Daddy and her would just go away if she spent his money?
Now she felt sluttier than ever.
She emptied her online shopping cart and laid still in bed, sinking into a depression.
She checked her social media, but seeing the normal lives of her online friends just reinforced how fucked up she was.
So she went to the only place that always lifted her spirits -- the WhizBoy channel.
Today had been such an adventure with her friends. She had been embarrassed about how slutty she had behaved with them, too, but it all seemed like harmless fun compared to how she behaved with Daddy!
She needed to forget about Daddy before the shame drove her nuts!
She quickly smiled, though, as soon as she started watching her friends recap their adventure that day.
She wondered how they would explain their miraculous escape from the thugs.
The answer was disappointing. Billy told his faithful followers that when the gun-wielding brutes had turned their attention to Mary in the closet, he and Freddy had cold-cocked the bad guys, and the good guys escaped.
Mary frowned. Of course, she had been the hero, but it was fine that the boys were taking credit for her rescue. She didn't feel like she deserved credit for anything.
But it wasn't right that she was alone in bed while they talked about their adventure. She should have been with them, having fun, instead of fixating on what just happened with Daddy and worrying about what was to come.
When Billy's show was ending for the night, both of her friends wished her pleasant dreams live on the channel before signing off.
That made her smile. She held the phone to her heart, feeling that in some sense she was with her friends right then.
Feeling better, Mary put her phone on the charger and turned out the light.
She held Tawky Tawny tightly as she rolled onto her side and pulled up the covers.
***
Mary tossed and turned in bed until the mattress felt hard beneath her.
Then she knew she wasn't on her bed, anymore.
She sat up and opened her eyes.
She was back in the cave.
She stood up and saw Shazam sitting on his throne, as though he spent all of eternity guarding this cave.
Mary shivered as she walked past the seven sins. She was naked and ashamed.
She hated how the statues ogled her.
She felt all the worse because she was just Mary Bromfield with a plain, adolescent's body.
"Come, Mary Bromfield!" Shazam beaconed.
Mary scurried through the cave and stopped in front of the altar, feeling creeped out. "Why are they staring at me? And why am I naked?"
"Because they have touched you," he replied. "You are no longer pure and innocent."
"I never was! But I feel much worse, now! What have you done to me?"
"I did as you asked," he replied.
"I never asked for this!" Mary objected. "I just wanted to be beautiful and fun."
"And so you are!" Shazam insisted. "But you asked for one more thing. You asked to be the daughter that your father had always wanted you to be."
Mary gaped at Shazam in disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she choked out, "Is that what he always wanted? I never knew!"
Shazam's stare cut her deep. "Of course you knew! You knew many things that you never admitted to yourself. For many years, you and your father have skirted around the unthinkable."
Mary acted shocked, but she knew that Shazam was right. "But why did you change me? Why didn't you change him and make him want me as I was?"
"Don't blame me," Shazam replied sternly. "You did not wish for him to change. Besides, if you have a quarrel, it is with the gods. They don't mess with free will, neither yours nor your fathers'. Free will is what makes the human theater so interesting to the gods. They are very amused with you, and they take wagers among themselves about what you will do next. Some want you to succeed as champion, while others want you to fail miserably. Sadly, you are not off to a good start!"
"I'm sorry," Mary pouted shamefully. "I admit it. I made a stupid wish! I don't want these disgusting feelings, and I don't want Daddy looking at me that way! You were right – I should have just accepted what you offered me the first time... Can we start over?"
Shazam shook his head. "You have bargained with the gods. There are no takebacks. You must take everything or nothing at all."
"Can't you at least ask the gods for me?" Mary pleaded.
"They have already answered," Shazam replied.
"But I haven't even asked for anything, yet."
"There is no 'yet' here," Shazam explained. "There is only eternity. In your world, you are bound by time, but the gods read the world like a book, bouncing from page to page on a whim. What you will ask, you have already asked. What you will do has already been done. But while you are here, at the Rock of Eternity, they offer you one chance to change your destiny. To start a whole new chapter. Either accept the powers you have already been given, or reject them all. Which will it be?"
Mary swallowed, overwhelmed by what Shazam had revealed.
She almost jumped at the idea of giving up her powers.
But what difference would it make, now? What was done was done. Her relationship with Daddy would never be the same again.
And the truth was that she loved being beautiful. She loved the confidence and excitement she felt as when she transformed. And Daddy was so much nicer to her when she was beautiful. In fact, she loved just about everything about being the new Mary, and she got a naughty twinkle in her eyes whenever she thought about it.
If only it was not so dangerous!
"Can I at least wear panties under the costume?" Mary asked, thinking that maybe that one change would make all of the difference, like putting a railing between her and a precipice. Then she giggled. "I mean, what kind of superheroine goes around saving people all naked down there?"
"I have given you the gods' options," Shazam replied sternly. "Everything or nothing at all. That includes the costume. The gods' wagers have been placed, and nothing can be done now. You must succeed or fail as champion with the gifts they have given you."
"So they make all of the rules? Nothing can be changed?" Mary complained.
"You don't understand the privilege you have been given!" Shazam rebuked. "All of eternity awaits your decision! But because of your ingratitude, the gods are pleased to sweeten the pot. They will give you yet another gift, but only if you accept them all."
Mary blinked, confused. "I don't like the sound of that."
Shazam waved his hand at her dismissively, "You can use the gift at any time, or never use it at all. Just be warned that after you've used it once, it will no longer be under your control."
"Oh, great," Mary said sarcastically, but curiosity got the better of her. "What on Earth would make me want such a power? What would I need to do?"
"You just need to accept the name that the gods have chosen for you," Shazam replied. "Whenever anyone calls you 'Mary Marvel,' they will know that you are blessed by the gods."
Mary scoffed. "Mary Marvel? Not much of a secret identity, is it?"
"You were never meant to be a secret," Shazam replied. "When the world learns about Mary Marvel, they will learn about you as well."
Mary's eyes open wide in horror. "Why would I want that?"
Shazam explained, "Because the name 'Mary Marvel' will melt in the mouths of anyone who says it in your presence like candy, giving them delights they never imagined. They will be filled with desire for you."
Mary gasped.
She almost rejected the offer. Almost. She already felt like Mary Marvel was a slut. That new power would make everything much worse!
But she didn't say no. She shook her head and formed the word with her mouth, but she couldn't bring herself to say it aloud.
Because how could she say no to being the most desirable, confident, passionate girl in the world? She got a thrill just thinking about it!
Shazam smiled devilishly. "What will it be?"
Mary looked at the ground and blushed. Finally, she nodded and whispered, "Okay."
"Congratulations, Mary Marvel!" Shazam replied triumphantly. "Use your powers for good, and you will find that you are more than capable of being a champion. It is all up to you! Now go, discover your destiny, Mary Marvel!"
Shazam waved his staff over Mary's head, and sparks surrounded her like snowflakes in a snow globe.
And a moment later, she was sitting in her bed in her pajamas.
She looked around, confused. Had she really gone somewhere? Or had she been dreaming? After last night, she knew it didn't matter. Whether she was there in a dream or in a physical form, she knew it was real.
She held Tawky Tawny to her breast. She clung to him tightly, afraid of what she had done.
Then she laid on her bed and pulled her tiger and the pillows against her body. She would be up for a while. She had a lot to think about.
Today was a rollercoaster, but it wasn't all scary. In fact, most of it was great! She wanted to think of what went right, not what went wrong. She really was very lucky, and she should count her blessings!
Because with a single word, she could be beautiful and special, just like Shazam promised she would be.
And just like Daddy promised her she would be a long time ago.
But how did he know?
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