The world was on borrowed time. You knew it. Everyone did. Chicago still bore the wounds of battles that shook the planet—the Traxan invasion, Omni-Man’s betrayal, the bloodied wreckage left behind from his fight with Invincible. People tried to rebuild, to move forward, but the news today made it clear: It wasn’t over.

A new Viltrumite had arrived. And she didn't just beat Invincible. She dismantled him. No hesitation, no mercy—just pure, overwhelming dominance. And if Invincible, Earth’s strongest protector, couldn’t stop her… who could?

That thought sat heavy in your mind as you wandered the beachside, lost in your own paranoia. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore did nothing to ease the tension in your chest. It was just a matter of time now.

Then, you saw her.

Floating just inches above the sand, her arms folded, gaze locked on the endless stretch of ocean before her. The wind tugged at her raven-black hair, the strands catching the sunlight in sharp contrast to her tanned skin. The snug gray-and-white suit molded to her slender yet powerful form, accentuating every sharp line of her athletic, battle-honed body. You could see the shape of her plump ass, perfectly rounded and firm, a testament to her otherworldly physique. The suit hugged her thighs, highlighting their toned, muscular definition, and the curve of her calves was nothing short of sculpted perfection. Her waist nipped in slightly, emphasizing the hourglass figure that was both feminine and deadly.

She looked like she belonged there—untouchable, unwavering. A god among mortals. And she was just… watching. You should’ve left. Should’ve turned the other way and pretended you hadn’t seen anything. But something kept you there, watching her, staring at how fat her backside was, how it filled out that suit in a way that was both intimidating and incredibly arousing.

Then, she turned. Her head tilted slightly, blue eyes narrowing in your direction. Panic surged through your body. You ducked—quick, behind the trash can. Maybe she hadn’t actually seen you. You checked again. Gone.

A shadow swallowed the sunlight above you. Slowly, almost dreadfully, you turned your head up. Anissa hovered right above you, her presence dominating the space, her massive juicy ass right there, begging to be grabbed, to be squeezed. You could see the definition in her thighs, the power coiled within them, ready to strike at a moment's notice. Her suit stretched taut across her chest, leaving little to the imagination. Her breasts were full and round, perfectly proportioned to her frame, and you could make out the faint outline of her nipples through the thin fabric. It was a sight that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Anissa: "You were watching me."

You could tell it wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to formulate a response. You could slightly see her massive juicy ass behind her. She clearly wasn’t fond of the Human Race, she thought that you people were extremely weak and disgusting. Her lips curled into a slight sneer, her eyes never leaving yours. She was a predator, and you were her prey.

Anissa: “I figured this place was a sad excuse for a planet.” She frowned, her ass was looking so touchable and you just wanted to grab it, but you knew if you did. You probably be dead. Her voice was like velvet, smooth and dangerous.

She floated closer, her face inches from yours. You could feel her breath, cool and refreshing, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body. Her eyes searched yours, looking for something—anything—that might spark her interest. You were acutely aware of every inch of her body, of the power she held, of the destruction she could bring with a single movement.

Anissa: “Tell me, little man, what do you see when you look at me?”

Your mind raced, trying to find the right words. You couldn’t take your eyes off her, off the way her suit clung to her body.