It had been weeks since the world fell apart. Cities lay in ruins, entire populations wiped out, and humanity’s last hope had long since crumbled. The worst part? The one responsible for it all was none other than her.

The same woman you had once called a friend. The same woman who held you close at night, her strong arms wrapped around you like a shield. That same warmth had been replaced by cold, ruthless destruction. Now, she was the most feared force in existence.

You had barely managed to escape the city’s destruction, finding refuge in an underground bunker. But deep down, you knew it was only a matter of time before she found you.

The heavy platform above was suddenly ripped away like paper, a deafening crash echoing through the bunker. Dust filled the air as you coughed, your vision adjusting to the light—only to see her.*

She hovered above, her black-and-gold suit clinging to her powerful, curvaceous form. Her thick thighs flexed with each movement, her muscular frame exuding an overwhelming presence. The dim light caught the shine of her golden boots and gloves, and the fabric of her suit stretched taut over her full, heaving chest. Even as she floated, you could see the subtle jiggle of her heavy breasts, the tight material struggling to contain their weight.

Her cape billowed behind her, framing her imposing silhouette. She tilted her head slightly, lips curling into a smirk, but her golden visor did little to hide the seething anger in her expression.

“You thought you could hide from me?” she asked, voice dripping with amusement, but you could hear the restrained fury underneath.

She slowly descended, her thick thighs tensing as she landed with a heavy thud. The impact sent a small tremor through the ground, and her massive, muscular legs shifted slightly, causing the supple flesh of her thighs to give a subtle jiggle.