In this custom Fantasy with Daphney Sugar Rose,

After the confusing events that transpired earlier, Ultra Girl returns to her own apartment, still puzzled over her actions. For some reason, she’s neglected to hand over the lead-lined box and its contents over to the authorities, justifying her actions by telling herself that it will be safer in her possession.
She places the box down on her table, and starts to unwind after a long, hard day of crime-fighting. Removing the mask that protects her true identity, she flops down on the sofa, glad to be home.
For some reason, she...

In this custom Fantasy with Daphney Sugar Rose,

After the confusing events that transpired earlier, Ultra Girl returns to her own apartment, still puzzled over her actions. For some reason, she’s neglected to hand over the lead-lined box and its contents over to the authorities, justifying her actions by telling herself that it will be safer in her possession.
She places the box down on her table, and starts to unwind after a long, hard day of crime-fighting. Removing the mask that protects her true identity, she flops down on the sofa, glad to be home.
For some reason, she can’t help but keep glancing at the box. Perhaps she should take a look ...Just to check the contents are in order . Just a quick peek wouldn't hurt. The black kryptonite was a rather beautiful stone after all. Hmmm, What would Superman do? Sliding the box closer she tentatively lifts the lid, reaches in, and pulls out the black kryptonite - mesmerized by the rock.
That familiar feeling washes over her again - waves of pleasure, a tingling in the extremities, arousal. She
considers putting the rock back into its container, but instead places it on the table and lies back, giving in to the waves of delight that are coursing the length of her shiny costumed body. She touches herself, thinking of Superman, beginning around her neck, and creeping down her chest, loins and legs. Could it be possible that the black kryptonite is making her do all of this against her volition? Does she even want to resist? Losing herself in rapture, she begins to question her own identity. Who is this Ultra Girl ...this virtuous bastion of hope? In an eruption of sheer bliss, she climaxes, and the scene fades out. When the scene fades back in however, Ultra Girl is no more.
In her place lies the antithesis of everything Ultra Girl represented -Truth, justice and purity? These attributes have now been supplanted by those of corruption seduction and villainy. No longer is she Ultra Girl, for she has transformed into something much more diabolical ...Lust Woman!
With a sneer, Lust woman fixes her mask, slips on her gloves and stands tall in a show of strength. “Superman, I’m coming for you...”

To Be Continued...