DISCLAIMER:

This is a work of fan fiction. It is offered for free to all who are legally allowed, and so inclined to read it. No copyright infringement is intended. The characters are owned by Warner Communications Inc. (at least they are now, since DC publishing sued Fawcett Publications back in the 50's to kill off the Marvel Family, and later acquired the rights to those characters), and "Harvey Comics (whoever owns them, now). Since it contains some violence and 'adult' situations it should not be read by anyone under the chronological age of 21 (nor over the mental age of about 13).

Mary Marvel has been granted the grace of Selena, the strength of Hippolyta, the skill of Ariadne, the fleetness of Zephyrus, the beauty of Aurora, and the wisdom of Minerva, to battle evil and injustice. In spite of all of these great gifts, she (and the rest of the Marvel Family) often have great difficulty dealing with witches (the magical kind, not just the mean, nasty, witchy, 'normal' types like Georgia Sivana, Harley Quinn, or Catwoman). Even good witches can present problems, as we see here in this trilogy of some of Mary's lesser know encounters with the mystic elements of the world.

"I'm sorry. . .", said the cute but somewhat overdeveloped little blonde hottie in the flowery summer dress, ". . . but I just can't let you stop me! It’s too important!! My cat will die without this!!"

"That belongs to the Old Wizard!!", responded Mary Marvel, not wanting to repeat the name that would call down the magic lightning to change her from the red dressed, white-caped, gold-booted, super-strong, and impregnable 'World's Mightiest Girl' to her alter-ego; a normal, bouncy, high-school girl named Mary Bromfield. She began to move towards the attractive blond teen who was holding a bag of powder taken from Shazam's throne room.

Sabrina sighed. "Look. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Let me introduce myself. My name's Sabrina, and I'm from out of town. Who are you?"

"I'm Mary Marvel, aid of the old Wizard. Some call me the 'World's Mightiest Girl'. . .", she added, hoping to intimidate Sabrina and so avoid a confrontation, ". . . and I'm not going to let you steal from him no matter what your name is!"

"Well, if you won't listen to reason, now that I know your name, perhaps I can be more persuasive. . . ", answered the young witch with a smirk. Then, in a strange sing-song voice she intoned, "Mary Marvel, what a clown! May your world turn upside down!!"

Startled, Mary suddenly felt a stomach-wrenching twist, and was amazed to see everything inverted!! Eyes wide, she glanced around old Shazam's former on earth, the dank, torch-lit, abandoned subway tunnel deep under Fawcett City. Everything was upside down, the great statues of the Seven Deadly Enemies of Man, the massive granite throne of the Old Wizard, and the intense teenager in front of her. Then she looked down at herself and with an instant blush and an embarrassed squeal, realized to her horror that it wasn't the room, but that SHE, HERSELF was upside down, suspended with her head a couple of feet above the dusty floor!! Immediately, her hands grasped the hem of her gold trimmed red skirt and pushed it up to hide her tight white 'lollipop' panties that stretched over her flushed mound and lusciously reddening, well toned bottom.

Sabrina went on, "Mary Marvel, Twirly Whirly, make you the World's Dizziest Girly!!". Even the novice witch winced at this rather labored verse, but it did the job. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Mary begin to spin like a top. Mary could do nothing to stop it. Soon the room was just a blur to her, and she was beginning to feel sick to her stomach. "Oh. . . P-P-Please make it st-st-op", she moaned, but still the speed increased!

"That'll keep her busy. . .", chuckled the young witch. She turned to explore the rest of the tunnel.

To an outside observer, Mary would now appear as a red, white, and gold blur, whirling like an upside down figure skater, at impossible speed. She was whimpering, and moaning, her motion lending a strange vibrato to these sounds. Mary's spinning stirred the air of the room into a vortex, like an indoor tornado, tossing dust, loose leaves, and other detritus everywhere. The roar of the wind nearly drowned out the hapless heroine's incoherent squeaks of distress. She became too dizzy to maintain her muscle control, and, yanked by an unimaginable centripetal acceleration, her lean, powerful, athletic young legs flopped to the sides in a perfect split. Her arms soon followed. stretched out parallel to her legs. With a sound like a bomb going off, her mystical golden boots came off simultaneously, blasting deep craters in opposite walls of the tunnel. Her white cape had long ago wound itself around her head, but it didn't matter, as she was moving too fast to see anything, anyway. Sick and dizzy, nearly pulled apart by the terrible spinning, her mind sank into a confused dark sea of horror, and she mumbled over and over again "Holy Moley, H-Holy Moley, H-H-Holy M-Moley. . . . ."

Sabrina found nothing more, but hoped that the powder would suffice to cure Salem of the magical infestation of fleas inflicted on him by another evil old warlock. Hurriedly, forgetting the Superheroine 'top' she had set spinning, she pulled a glowing atomizer out of a pocket of her dress, sprayed it over herself, and disappeared in a puff of incandescent white sparks.

With Sabrina gone, the powerful mystic forces whirling the World's Mightiest Girl lost focus, and dissipated. Still spinning crazily, Mary dropped to the floor, bouncing slightly on her head as her spinning body slowed, executing a weirdly hypnotic nutating precession which fell and slowed until the 'World's Dizziest Girly' flopped onto her side. Her remaining angular momentum rolled her rapidly across the tunnel floor and part way up a wall before she came to a halt. Lying on her shoulders, her back against the cold stone wall, her gracefully arched naked feet on either side of her lolling head, the nauseated heroine, blindfolded by her twisted cape could only gasp for air and wait for her stomach to stop spinning with her huge breasts still wobbling in her bright red tunic (loosened by her violent whirling) while feeling but not seeing her twisted white panties looped uncomfortably askew about her bottom as her girlishly tight ass rocked above it all with every labored breath.

EPILOG - SABRINA

Sabrina got home in time to cure her cat (and, incidentally, the entire Spellman home) of his maliciously inflicted malevolent flea infestation. Mary Marvel recovered rapidly, retrieved her boots, and returned to her adopted home as Mary Bromfield. Shazam was not greatly concerned by the deficit of a small bag of mystical flea powder (which he kept for his beard), but was perturbed by the fact that Mary, in her embarrassment, waited several days to tell him of the loss. To help her remember to be more honest in the future, he sent a few mystical fleas to take up residence in the heroine's modest white cotton-like lollipop panties for a few days. During that time, whenever Mary Marvel appeared on the scene to battle evil and injustice, she was soon furtively scratching at her cute chubby buttocks and tickly itchy crotch, while trying to end Mary Marvel's task as soon as possible so as to be able to change back to her unaffected alter ego. After this, Mary was much more forth-coming both as Mary Bromfield and as the World's Mightiest Girl, and much happier for it.

It was 2:00 AM on a cool Summer morning in the old section of town. Tree shaded mansions stood behind their picket fences as dark sentinels guarding the murky street. Mary hovered silently outside the attic window set in a high gable of a stern old turn-of-the century home that overlooked the picturesque San Francisco Bay Bridge. She had been sent by the World's Wickedest Girl, Georgia Sivana, who had kidnapped and hidden her brother Billy, to retrieve something called the 'Book of Shadows' for her unknown nefarious ends. Mary, anxious for her brother's safety, had been blackmailed into attempting this evil quest. Little did she know that she was about to enter the inner sanctum of a coven that was one of the world's most potent. She saw only one occupant, a short, voluptuous, dark haired creature in sandals, jeans and halter top, swinging an odd pendulum over a map as she sat on a low stool at a rough hewn work bench, resting her elbows and her weighty bust on the heavy old table. She seemed absorbed, and Mary, less than cautious with worry for her brother, and anxious to get on with the job, silently slid up the massive, multipaned sash and silently glided into the room. Unexpectedly, the beauty at the table, dropped the pendulum, whirled on her uninvited guest and raised her hands threateningly. There was a soundless flash and Mary froze in mid air!

"Phoebe! Rose! Get in here! We have a trespasser!", shouted Piper, keeping her eyes on the immobile Marvel suspended in front of the open window. Realizing that this was no ordinary human, sensing an aura of powerful ancient magics about the brightly colored stranger, Piper was ransacking her memory of mystical defensive and offensive charms for something that might protect them when the freezing spell wore off. Her sisters, Phoebe in a nightgown, and Rose wrapped in a towel still dripping from the shower, burst up the stairway, alarmed by their sister's cry.

"What is it Piper?!?!", panted Rose, holding her towel with one hand while trying to wrap her hair into another with the other hand. "What IS that?!?!?", she went on when she followed Piper's gaze and spied the frozen Marvel.

"I don't know, but she can fly, and she was sneaking up on me when I happened to catch sight of her in the mirror and froze her! We've got to do something to contain her!!", Piper went on, agitated. "We don't know what she is, what she wants, or even what her powers are!! Think!! Help me with her so we can find out what she's up to!! She'll unfreeze any moment now!!!"

"Here!!. . .", shouted Phoebe, pulling an ancient brass-bound sea trunk from under an old folding bed. "This is full of stuff that we've never had the heart to throw away. I'm sure there's something in here!!" She heaved up the heavy lid and revealed the chest was packed with smaller boxes of various sizes, each containing some mystical object that had been found, captured, or made by the girls and their mother, and grandmother. It was the repository of the family's magical treasures. Not everything worked well, but there was some power in nearly every piece of family memorabilia.

Momentarily forgetting Mary in the wave of nostalgia wafting from the old trunk, each of the three reached greedily into it to withdraw a favored old toy, bottle, piece of jewelry, or scrap of clothing that held both strong magic as well as wistful memories of years gone by.

"Oh, my!!. . .", exclaimed Piper. ". . . Here's my "beauteous boob-buoying training bra!", she went on, pulling the dusty white garment from its container

"You sure grew out of that in a hurry!", smirked Phoebe. "But look!. . . here's that "Nursing Nellie Dolly" that you magicked for my 8th birthday, Piper! OOhhh!!".

"Careful, Sis!!", grinned Piper. "You almost lost a tit to that thing!!"

"Uh, Guys!!!", whispered Rose in alarm. "Hurry up!! She's coming around.

The spell was wearing off and Mary was confused by the apparent sudden appearance of two more girls in the room. She started to speak, but was met by Rose's frightened order to "Bite your Tongue!!". Immediately, Mary's teeth, completely of their own volition, clamped down on her own tongue!

"Hhhey!! Homey Momey!! Uhffs haggemim koo me!?!?!?", Mary started, surprised and a little bit frightened.

"Watch her!! She's trying to cast a spell!!", warned Rose worriedly.

"Try this Sis", shouted Phoebe as she tossed an old toy over her shoulder and then dove deeper into the old mystic trunk. Piper jammed the "Remote Control Cap of Confusion" over Mary's head, pulled out the antenna, and pressed the "ON" button on the remote. Mary's frightened eyes crossed as she started to rotate slowly in the air.

"I could never get this thing to work for me!!", Piper anxiously called as she struggled with the joystick on the remote that age and misuse had nearly frozen.

"It's OK! Just leave it like that!!", cried Rose excitedly as Mary floated limply upside down, as if buoyed up by her bobbing bubble butt. "I'll take care of her with this "Pernicious Purple Pussy Puffing Potion", she went on as she, using an eyedropper, deposited a few drops of violet colored oil on Mary's upturned white clad pudendum from what looked like an ancient cut-glass perfume bottle. "What?? . . .", queried her surprised older sister, Piper, as Mary's vulva began to swell and twitch, and Mary's sounds, although completely unintelligible, took on a more urgent, breathier tone.

"These "Posterior Poking Pastel Pearls of Perdition" will keep her busy!!!", shouted Phoebe excitedly as she tossed a handful of the shimmering, color shifting gems in Mary's direction. "Huh!?!?!?", exclaimed Piper, looking curiously now at her other sister. As though each had a mind of its own, the iridescent spheres took up formation and began bouncing off of Mary's upturned chubs, driving little indignant squeals out of the befuddled beauty. After several 'strafing runs', some of the little monsters broke formation, eased their way up to Mary's reddening backside, slid along the now very obvious cleft of her puffy pussy, and worked their way under the hem of her sober but seductively stretched and moistening panties. Then the slippery little beads, after sliding several laps around the tight little pucker hidden between the World's Most Beautiful Buttocks decided to enter poor Mary's trembling anus. Another wing of the attacking pearls peeled off, slid under the hem of Mary's panties where the translucent garment followed the joint between leg and crotch, and began an oily exploration of Mary's engorged outer labia.

"Hey!! I found my old Harpy's feathers!!", shrilled Rose, blowing several dingy brown feathers in Mary's direction with a muffled incantation. The feathers' fluttering took on an eerily purposeful aspect as they neared the floating, quaking, upturned deliciously nubile young body of the now frantic World's Mightiest Girl. Somehow, although she was terribly aware of each nudge, each slide, each impact of the perpetually "Posterior Poking Pastel Pearls of Perdition", the "Remote Control Cap of Confusion" held her unable to lift a finger in her defense. Worse, her body was reacting in a most unlady-like fashion, and her mind was a maddening whirl of confusing but excitingly arousing sensations. Then the Harpy's feathers began their tickling fluttering about her body!! "What could be worse than this?!?!?", she moaned inwardly.

Mary's swirling mind barely had time to frame the question when Rose's millipede-like "Nimble Nasty Nipple-Nipping Nuisances" landed on her hair, climbed up to her neck, and crawled under the collar of her costume!! Each furry little four-inch long multilegged magical creature tunneled under Mary's tunic, sending even more frighteningly arousing sensations all through the terrified teen's body. Under her tunic, they circled the base of Mary's jiggling boobies, and then ran excitedly around the tossing orbs, becoming more eager as their spiraling path brought them closer to the pink, wrinkled nubbins, now hardening at the peaks of Mary's swelling globes. Finding their goals, they latched themselves tightly to Mary's aureoles, raised themselves to press the fabric back from their targets, used several appendages to grasp their preferred nipple tightly and then, like tiny alligators wrestling with some deadly enemy, they began twisting, squeezing, shaking, and nibbling Mary's rubbery nubbins without mercy.

Piper now stood red-faced and open-mouthed, staring in disbelief at her little sisters as they threw, or dropped, or smeared, or painted, the completely overwhelmed intruder with mystically bespelled objects, oils, creams, and lotions. "I don't believe you two!!", she finally whispered, as if in a trance. "Where did all of this come from!?!?!?!"

At first her hyper-excited sisters continued to pelt the twitching, squealing, bundle of tormented Superheroine floating in the room before them with magical implements, potions, charms, and spells. . . "Ted's Talented Tap-Dancing Toe-Trappers",. . . "Cathy's Cathouse Costume Customizing Cream",. . . the "Grateful Gnome's Gratuitous Good Girls' G-Spot Grinder",. . . "Isabelle's Instant Interminable. . ."

"What is a "Poster Pocking. . .", began Piper as if in a daze, trying to make sense of all of this. Rose interrupted, "Its full name is 'Perpetual Pantie Pounding Posterior Poking, Pudenda Parting, Pastel. . . "

"WHERE ON EARTH DID YOU TWO GET ALL OF THIS. . . THIS STUFF!?!?!?!", roared Piper finally, face turning purple. Phoebe, with an embarrassed air, dropped a dusty box back into the old trunk and began fiddling with the hem of her night-shirt, while Rose, breathing hard, and suddenly realizing that she had dropped her towels and was standing damp and stark naked before her two sisters, covered her nudity with fluttering hands and glanced about with an embarrassed air.

"um. . . the internet?. . .", offered the reddening Phoebe, in a small, sheepish voice. Neither she nor Rose could look Piper in the eye. For a few breathless moments, the only sounds in the room were the humming, buzzing, and rapid 'plopping' sounds made by Mary's attackers and the strangled squeals, gasps, moans, and rustling of clothing they were causing. Finally Piper found her voice.

"I'm not normally precognitive. . .", she started angrily, ". . . but I see a long, LOOONG sister to sisters talk in your immediate future!. . . But right now, while this invader is . . . 'otherwise occupied', let's get rid of her, shall we?!? Come on, you two! We've done this before!"

Using the full Power of Three in practiced synchrony, the trio of young witches raised their hands simultaneously and sent a tremendous force against Mary, hurling the continually orgasming teen Superheroine through the open window, past the rustling tree tops, and far out over the Bay, to land unceremoniously on the far side, miles from the Book of Shadows!

Fortunately for Mary, the "Remote Control Cap of Confusion", "Nimble Nasty Nipple-Nipping Nuisances", "Posterior Poking Pastel Pearls of Perdition", and the Charmed One's other mystical widgets and creatures freed her as she crashed down and flew back to their owners (where they caused quite a stir before each was captured, boxed, and safely imprisoned in the old trunk). Mary's teeth eventually released her aching tongue, and the charms, potions, creams, etc. began to dissipate. For a long time, Mary lay on the rocks with the surf murmuring below her, just gazing up at the stars, slowly regaining control of her totally fatigued ill-treated young body. Finally, she stood. She was still a bit unsteady on her feet, partly because of her ordeal, and partly due to her costume's treatment with "Cathy's Cathouse Costume Customizing Cream", which every minute or so gave her outfit a complete make over (from a tiny Marvel motif school-girl uniform with short gold trimmed white cape, red lightning emblazoned belly shirt, sexy red micro-skirt stretched over a visible white thong, and golden maryjanes; to transparent Marvel Harem Girl attire with golden slippers; to adorable French Maid in the World's Tiniest Uniform completed with gold five-inch pumps; and on, and on). Her constantly changing footwear kept her bouncing crazily and somewhat off balance. Worrying desperately about poor Billy, she sighed as her costume went through yet another outrageously sexy transformation. After much deliberation, she rose unsteadily into the sky to return to the old house and the prize she needed so desperately. This time though, she would try a different approach.

EPILOG - The Charmed Ones

Mary tried the direct approach, carrying a white flag (her still constantly shape-shifting cape, tied to a stick) to the front door of the old house. She rang the bell and was allowed to plead her case through the ornate brass letter slot in the center of the door. The witches checked her identity through a mystical on-line registry, and were profoundly apologetic. They were only too anxious to help her, scrying to find her kidnapped brother, then retrieving him with a simple summoning spell. Once released from his gag, Billy spoke his magic word "Shazam!!", and the Old Wizard's magic lightning transformed him into the World's Mightiest Mortal, Captain Marvel. The two Marvel's, thanked their rescuers and left to take the World's Wickedest Girl into custody. The Three had to suppress giggles when the Marvel's left because (whether Mary was still a little confused by events, or one of the Three had played a silly trick, or perhaps it was just the last gasp of "Cathy's Cathouse Costume Customizing Cream), for some reason, the back hem of Mary's normally discrete miniskirt was tucked into her belt, leaving her still blushing bottom visible under her translucent white panties, winking naughtily at them as she soared away.

Piper royally chewed out her younger sisters for behavior unbecoming a proper witch, confiscated their 'toys', forbade them internet access and otherwise grounded them for a whole month! The two younger girls were not happy with this punishment, and later, enlisting the help of some friends, managed a little payback, . . . but that is another story.

Mary Marvel, World's Mightiest Girl, had finally foiled one of Georgia Sivana's evil plots to take control of the world's financial institutions via very cleverly written internet worms. Old Shazam magically sent Mary Marvel into cyberspace to confront Georgia's evil creations and undo the damage they had done. After a prolonged battle, in which the plucky cyber-teen had more than once come within an inch of being seriously wormed herself, she managed to undo the malevolent cyber creatures and reverse their evil works. When victorious, it was a battered, misused, disheveled, and angry Mary that materialized through a USB port of a server inside the World's Wickedest Girl's laboratory. In the heat of the moment, Mary simply grabbed the skinny teen villainess and threw her across her bruised knees to begin a spanking worthy of a Marvel!

As a result of Mary's return to our world, a mystical backwash swept along the web, briefly entrapping the one magic-using creature signed on at the time. A towhead not more than 6 years of age, who, in her fuzzy red romper with the attached hood, was Emailing her friend Casper about her adventures at camp. A magical eddy swept Wendy the Good Little Witch, into her little pink computer, along a dizzying path of coax, optical cable, twisted pairs, microwave links, and server after server until she was spat out on the floor of Georgia Sivana's laboratory, a bit confused, but unharmed. The little blonde patted her pocket to reassure herself that her wand was still there, then, with big blue eyes blinking in wonder, Wendy examined her surroundings.

The tables piled high with an untidy mix of electronic equipment, chemical apparatus, and computer accessories were unintelligible to her, but her attention was soon drawn to two noisy girls in front of a metal desk with a computer on it. An angry looking brunette dressed in a torn red dress and smudged white cape, twisted golden belt, and broken golden shoes was spanking a skinny, bespectacled plain looking girl. The latter was kicking and screaming as the former smacked her skinny backside through her woolen skirt. Not sure what was going on, but always interested in making new friends, Wendy padded over to the two and announced herself:

"Hi, I'm Wendy", she stated quietly. "What's your name?? What'cha doin'?", she continued in her little voice.

Mary, her hand frozen in mid swing by the surprising appearance of the child, stared in astonishment at the unexpected new arrival. Georgia continued to ball, tears running down her face.

Finally Mary answered, somewhat tentatively. "I. . . I'm Mary Marvel", she said, a little embarrassed to have been so discovered by an innocent little girl. "I've just caught a very bad girl, and I'm punishing her", she added a little louder over Georgia's crying.

"That's a lie, you little red bully!!!!", wailed Georgia, sobbing, and kicking as hard as she could.

"What did she do?!", asked Wendy innocently.

"She stole a lot of money from a lot of people", answered Mary, trying to bring herself to what she thought would be the child's level.

"Lies!! Lies!! All lies!!", screamed Georgia.

Wendy looked around inquisitively. "Where's all the money?", she asked

"Uh. . . I found it and gave it all back", answered Mary, now past the heat of her initial rage. Georgia finally realized that she wasn't being spanked any more, and, still sobbing, looked up curiously.

Approaching the two, and looking into Georgia's tear-obscured glasses, little Wendy said: "I think you're hurting her! My Aunties never spank me!! Auntie Thelma says that spanking is 'never the answer'!! I don't see that poor - what's her name? - has done anything to deserve this! Even if she did, don't you think she should be taken to jail, instead?!", she continued along what to Mary seemed a surprisingly mature line of logic. "I think you're just a big bully!!", Wendy went on, indignant ire rising. Suddenly she made a decision, pulled her wand out of her pocket and with a flourish and a burst of tiny stars she said, "you shouldn't do that!! 'See how you like it!!"

Mary felt a stomach-wrenching, mind-numbing jerk, felt a strange pressure on her belly, and then, eyes like saucers, realized that she and Georgia had switched places!! Georgia, still sniveling, was now sitting upright in her desk chair with the World's Mightiest Girl draped over her boney lap. "Holy Moley!!", gasped Mary struggling to get up, but another flourish by Wendy, and Georgia's left hand descended to the small of Mary's back with astonishing force, holding her in place. Apparently, when they changed places, at least some of Mary's powers had also been transferred to the World's Wickedest Girl!

Georgia didn't know how she had suddenly gained the upper hand (literally), but was clever enough to take advantage of the situation. As strange as it seemed, she began to realize, a little child had somehow subdued the World's Mightiest Girl, and was giving Georgia power over her. Intuitively she understood that retaining this position depended upon the child continuing to believe that she was the victim of a brutal and unwarranted attack perpetrated by a malicious, hateful bully. Although she continued to sniffle and sob, she gazed down at Mary's rotund bouncing bottom and chubby wriggling legs with all her usual spite, thinking maliciously "Well now, you Little Red Cheese!! Your ass is mine!!! Then she began to spank.

Thinking that the little girl with the incredible powers wouldn't like her to crush Mary Marvel, she kept her slaps to a level that hurt, but did no real damage. For Mary's part, the sharp slaps stung, but worse, the jarring of her pert posterior penetrated deep into the young heroine's pelvis, jolting her intimate and very sensitive feminine parts! Add to this the shame and humiliation of being helplessly up-ended over the knee of a teenage girl and being completely unable to save herself from the spanking, and her submissive side began to ooze out of its dark hiding place to raise her temperature, increase her heartbeat, and slowly open the floodgates of her normally frustrated baser desires. Each bottom-jostling smack set her whole body rocking, and the wobbling of her impressive boobs against the inside of her damaged tunic awakened their need, too! With a red face, the whimpering World's Mightiest Girl grabbed her quivering bust with both hands to reduce their stimulation, but feeling her teen nipples to be like large rubbery pencil erasers had the opposite effect.

Wendy noticed Mary's move, and remarked, "Auntie Velma says you're not s'posed to touch yourself there." Mary looked drunkenly into Wendy's eyes and tried to remember who she was. "D-did she s-s-say her n-name was W-W-Wendy?", she asked herself. Then Georgia, seeing that Mary was distracting the little witch, decided to 'up the ante'. Without missing a beat, she flipped Mary's gold trimmed red skirt up over her belt, exposing her simple white lollipop panties, stretched over Mary's muscular, supple, but oh-so-feminine behind, shaking more and more violently as her arousal grew. Bending her middle finger at just the right angle, the next spank parted Mary's buttocks and tapped gently near her pouting sphincter. Successive slaps brought the offensive digit closer and closer to Mary's sensitive anus. Mary whimpered softly, staring unseeing into Wendy's disapproving blue eyes. "Holy Moley. . . Holy Moley. . . H-Holy Moley!. . . Please don't do that, Georgia. . . Please, no. . . Please not there. . . Please not in my. . . ASSHOLE!!!" The last word was a deafening scream. Georgia, confident with her targeting, had stiffened her finger, and pounded the overstretched pantie material more than two inches into Mary's offended rectum.

Poor little Wendy, startled by the sudden noise jumped back nearly three feet. Through the fog of arousal that was rising in Mary, she slowly realized that she had done something she shouldn't have, and began to plead with Wendy, but it was too late. Recovering, Wendy, with all of the righteousness of a well-behaved 6 year old, announced, "What a poopy potty mouth you are!! Auntie Zelma would have your mouth washed out with soap!!"

Georgia, amused and greatly enjoying Mary's humiliating discomfort, helpfully offered, "There's some by the sink, over there!".

Wendy turned her head to see the indicated object, a large, gray, industrial-strength bar, barely used. Raising her wand, heedless of Mary's begging, she sent the formidably foul tasting brick sailing across the laboratory and directly into Poor Mary's imploring mouth.

". . . No! Wait, Wendy! I didn't mean it! Georgia just stuck her nasty finger into my botto. . .anngghhhffff!!!", was all that Mary was able to get out before her mouth was absolutely stuffed with the most nauseating taste she could imagine. She sniffled, and hiccupped, and drooled, and shook her head from side to side, but the horrible thing stayed there, Holding her tongue motionless under its soft, oily, sickening press, wedging her jaws wide open, and puffing out her cheeks unnaturally. Humiliation rose in the poor girl, and with it (and with Georgia's surreptitious manipulations of her nether regions) her unwanted arousal.

Georgia could see the dampening of the gusset of Mary's modest panties, and chuckled evilly to herself. Craftily, she reached behind her and selected a 1/2 inch steel ball bearing from a box on the table. Pushing the crotch of Mary's panties aside, she swirled it around in her hot, swampy vulva, lubricating the ball, and causing Mary to buck uncontrollably. Then, with a great feeling of satisfaction, she rolled the greasy little sphere from Mary's Pussy, slid it along between her swelling buttocks, and pushed it into poor Mary's anus! Mary bucked like a wild horse, but was unable to escape her torturer!

While Wendy watched Mary's face intently for any sign of contrition, and continued her childish lecture, Georgia, between slaps, pressed ball after ball into the frantic Mary's anus and vagina. Each time a new one was added, it rolled the others around in the poor teen's spasming rectum, and over the swollen, ribbed flesh of the G-Spot within her smoldering, convulsing pussy. Mary was beside herself! Each slap rocked not only her clenching buttocks, but also set her interior steel invaders clattering against one another and against the sensitive, hitherto nearly untouched membranes that sent such horribly irresistible feelings throughout her secret center. Initially, trying to break free, she kicked and shook her whole body, but stopped when she found each kick and each shake only worsened the overwhelming motion of the balls. She felt her center melt, her breasts swell, and her nipples harden. With nothing short of dread, she felt the rise of an impending but totally unwanted orgasm, and knew it would be a doozey!! She was mortified!!

'Holy Moley!. . . ', she thought. . .

SLAP! "Uuummmpphhh!!"

POKE! SLURP! "OOoooonngggfffff. . ."

'. . .I C-C-CAN'T l-lose control in front of an innocent little girl. . .',

WHAPP! "EEEEPPPPHH!!"

SCHLUP!! CLACK!! "AAaaaannnngggffssss. . ."

'. . . and bent over the knee of. . .'

KAPOW!! CLICKITTY!! "IIIiieeefffshshsh!!!!"

SCKOOGE!! CLACK!! "OOoooggghghghsssss. . ."

". . . that g-gloating S-S-Sivana girl!!! How humiliating!!!!", but the humiliation, and even the acrid taste in her mouth, did nothing to slow her errant body's onrushing descent into unbridled depravity. It was as if all of the terribly irresistible feelings assaulting both her body and mind were pushing her towards that one, frightening, humiliating, inevitable end. She'd had little experience with this part of herself, and the more she tried to stop it, the faster it came until it welled up like a tsunami, rolled through her helpless psyche, and set her body squirming, shaking, and spasming uncontrollably. The orgasm lasted seemingly forever as she bucked and thrashed, eyes squeezed shut, horrible shame and indescribable pleasure washing through her every cell in equal measure.

When she at last opened her eyes, she at first had no idea what she was looking at. The Little Witch was staring at her with eyes as big as dinner plates. Georgia had forgotten herself, and instead of continuing her hard spanking was now just patting Mary's soaking bottom, setting her sweaty pink cheeks wobbling with each strike. The gentle beats continually shook the mischievous balls inside her most sensitive center, and, surprisingly, it was just the right thing to prolong both the pleasure and the shame! Tears ran down her scarlet face, and she was literally foaming at the mouth as her snorting and gasping around the vile tasting soap had generated a mass of suds which increased with every breath and dripped down onto the floor.

"Are you OK?", asked Wendy timidly, not understanding the source of Mary's distress, thinking that maybe she had choked on the soap. While Wendy was concentrating on Mary, Georgia maliciously pushed her thumb into Mary's anus and a finger into her pussy, and slowly stirred the clacking contents, beginning to drive Mary up the wall again. Mary's eyes crossed as she swung her head back and forth, not really knowing what to do, and, indeed, unable to do anything to help herself other than emit a muffled squeal. Once more, Mary became rigid for many long seconds, then bucked uncontrollably and screamed through another really BIG "O", blasting Wendy in the face with a shower of lather.

Wendy became very worried. The girl in front of her seemed to be having some sort of seizure! Also, a strange but powerful smell now filled the air (the Good Little Witch had never smelled sex before) and it worried and repelled her. Wendy thought it might mean that Mary was really sick! Suddenly, looking at Georgia, she said, "I think that's enough, now. I think you should stop."

The gloating grin on Georgia's face was instantly replace by a most sorrowful expression as she sought to stay in character for Wendy's benefit (and her own!). "OK", she sniffled, then pulled Mary's modest panties back into place, giving Mary a major wedgie in the process. With a gentle shove, she slid Mary off of her boney lap onto the rough wooden floor.

Mary lay on her side for several moments, a completely beaten, bedraggled, and disgraced teen heroine. She tried rolling onto her stomach to get up on all fours, but the shifting of her load of ball bearings threatened to overwhelm her newly aroused senses again, so she lay still on her stomach, just trying to recover. Wendy, a bit ashamed of the pain she had caused, and worrying about Mary, wished the soap away. Mary stayed on the floor, drooling foam, sobbing, and sniffling, tears pouring from her red eyes. The pressures of her 'load' made her feel as though she needed a toilet BADLY!!, but she was afraid if she got up, the shifting balls in her most sensitive area would send her over the edge again, that she would lose all control, and the balls would spill out, weighting her panties down to the floor and adding more embarrassment to her already unbearable situation. She had met her match. She needed help!! Instinctively, she called out the name of the most powerful person she knew,. . . not "Mommy!", but "SHAZAM!"

The brilliance of the magic lightning momentarily blinded Wendy and Georgia while its thunder in the confinement of Georgia's lab knocked each to the floor, nearly deafening them. When Wendy recovered, she was amazed to see sitting on the floor where Mary Marvel had been, a beautiful young teen, dressed casually in jeans, blouse, and tennis shoes. The Good Little Witch could detect no magic in this person, but for the most tenuous of mystical threads, sprouting from the girl's personal aura and stretching back to be lost in the unfathomable depths of the supernatural. She seemed so ordinary and pleasant, if a little scared, and she reminded Wendy of her babysitter!! This couldn't be anyone "bad", thought Wendy. Mary Bromfield smiled tentatively, and held out her hand to the little girl in the red romper. "Wendy?. . .", she asked, hesitating. ". . . Is that your name? You're not a bad girl. Why were you treating Mary Marvel so badly? Can we be friends??"

"Wh-Who are you?", stuttered the Little Witch.

"I'm Mary Bromfield", answered the teen. "Mary Marvel and I share a great deal, and when one of us calls on the Old Wizard, we switch places, sort of. I remember everything that happened to Mary Marvel, but as though in a dream, or in this case, a nightmare! Mary Marvel isn't a bad girl. She had just captured the World's Wickedest Girl after a long and difficult battle when you appeared! I'm sorry if she scared you, but Georgia Sivana is really a terrible person!. . . By the way, where is she?!?!?", continued Mary suddenly glancing around for the missing villainess. "Oh my goodness!! I don't see her!! I'd better change back before she tries to hurt us!! Close your eyes and hold your ears!!", she warned Wendy. When the Little Witch was prepared, Mary shouted "Shazam!".

Braced for the transition, Wendy was only a little phased by the tumult. When it was over, Mary Marvel stood before her in all her glory, with a clean, seemingly newly laundered costume, perfectly brushed hair, and brightly shining eyes. "That's the way it always seems to work", reflected Mary. For a moment, she wondered what had happened to the ball bearings, oily with her sex. It bothered her when she thought that maybe Old Shazam would find them in whatever mystical waste bin they'd been sent to, and that he might realize what they were and where they'd been!!! But, she couldn't dwell on that. She was completely recovered from her battle with the cyber worms, free from bruises, and discomfort, and able once again to reflect on matters calmly.

Wendy was admiring the strong, noble, flaring, mystical aura surrounding the new "Mary'! "How beautiful!!", she thought. "Still. . . she did treat the other girl badly, and she swore at me just a little while ago, although I know she didn't mean it. Maybe I can do something to help her remember not to forget herself next time. . ."

Mary watched the little girl curiously as she seemed to 'zone-out'. Wendy made some strangely complex motions with her tiny hands as she made some adjustments to Mary's aura. Mary felt a momentary, small, and indefinable twinge, then it was gone. "That felt weird. . .", she remarked. "Did you do something to me, Wendy?", she asked nervously, fully aware of the awesome powers of the little girl.

Coming out of her brief reverie, the little blond grinned and replied, mysteriously "Oh. . . I just gave you something to help you to remember today. Kinda like tying a string around your finger!"

Mary looked at her fingers, but saw no string. Wendy just gave her an impish grin. "You'll see. . . .", was all that she would say.

Whatever had happened, seemed to have passed with no further affects, and Mary was beginning to worry about Georgia, so she asked Wendy to "Be a big girl", and left her to look for the villainess. Flying swiftly through what turned out to be a rather large underground complex, Mary was unable to find her nemesis. She felt angry with herself for losing the evil girl, but felt that at least, with Georgia gone, they were out of danger themselves. It was nearly a half hour later that Mary returned to find Wendy where she had left her, crying softly.

"Oh you poor thing!!. . .", cried Mary, instinctively lifting the little girl to comfort her. "There, there. . . Everything will be all right. Let me take you home. Uh, Wendy, where do you live?", she asked, uncertainly.

"I live with my aunties in a little cottage in the haunted wood...", sobbed the little girl, ". . . and I don't know how to get back!! Even if I did, I don't think my aunties would like you to visit!!" Mary was perplexed.

"Wait, Wendy. . .", Mary said with a flash of inspiration. ". . . Do you know their telephone number? Maybe they could come and get you.", she offered, hopefully.

Wendy stopped sobbing and looked up into Mary's kind, brown eyes. An idea was dawning. "I don't think you can telephone them. . .", she said, ". . . but maybe I can email someone to help." Squirming down from Mary's arms, she looked about, and spotted the computer on the desk behind her. It was on, and, even though she was unfamiliar with UNIX, the browser that was already running was all she needed. She signed on to her email server and hastily typed a note to her pal Casper. Within minutes she got a reply.

She was smiling happily as she looked up at Mary to say, "He's coming to get me!!"

Only a few moments later, the Computer's USB port began to glow unnaturally, and slowly an eerie, translucent shape began to ooze out of it. "H-H-Holy M-Moley!!. . .", whispered Mary to herself, her teeth chattering, and her knees shaking as a tingles of fear surged up and down her spine. ". . . A-a-a Gh-gh-gh-ghost!!!" Mary couldn't believe how frightening it all seemed. She could barely form words!! Even the thought that the fear might only be an illusion generated by ancient magics did nothing to calm her. She would have bolted from the room screaming if she hadn't been frozen in terror!! . . .Until Wendy's warm little hand patted her knee, and the fear vanished, leaving a very confused World's Mightiest Girl, sweating, and panting. When it was gone, Mary couldn't understand why she had been so frightened. Next to Wendy was now a glowing, translucent apparition about Wendy's height. It had a small smooth body, a very large head and wore a friendly, engaging smile on its cute (there was no other word for it) big-eyed face. Mary had a sudden urge to hug the adorable little phantom, but when she reached out, her arms passed through a cold mist, and felt nothing more.

Casper's smile faded as he sighed regretfully. "That's the way it always happens.", a little boy's voice said, unhappily. "I'm sorry miss. I'd love to be your friend, but there are things I just can't do. I hope you understand."

"Mary! Mary!", called Wendy, dancing around, delightedly. "This is Casper, my friend! He's come to take me home!!"

Mary could do little more than nod in her surprise and bewilderment, but the obvious friendship of the two strange children warmed her heart. With her friend Casper there, Wendy realized how tired she was from her adventure in the outside world. With a few quick words of goodbye to Mary, and an enigmatic warning to "Remember to be nice, Mary. . .", Casper and Wendy, holding hands, seeped into the USB port like water flowing down a drain, and vanished, leaving the lab cold, dim and quiet.

"Remember to be nice. . .", she thought, ruefully, absently running her hand over her rounded bottom. ". . . I'll have to ask Old Shazam if he knows Wendy."

Mary left, unhappy that she had lost Georgia, but resigned to be satisfied with having thwarted another of her evil schemes. She had completely destroyed the lab and its computers before going. Once at the home of her alter ego Mary Bromfield, she called on "SHAZAM!" and changed back to Billy Batson's sister to pick up a busy teen life where she had left off.

Several days later, while helping weed one of Mrs. Bromfield's gardens, the music on Mary's little radio was interrupted by breaking news. An airliner had been damaged by lightning and was unable to land. It was flying steadily out to sea, and although it remained stable, its crew were unable to change its course! It only had three hours of fuel left!!

Glancing about to be sure she was alone, Mary Bromfield shouted "Shazam!" to call down the magic lightning to change her to Mary Marvel, the World's Mightiest Girl! As soon as Mary appeared, she felt a tremendous slap on her bottom that sent her several feet into the air. Startled and unbalanced, the gaily dressed Superheroine sat down hard in the garden, her bottom stinging, and her whole pelvic region tingling. Eyes as big as saucers, mouth open in a silent "O" she felt the tingling grow into a wave of fire that sped through her young body lighting fires of lust wherever it went. It fed upon itself until, in bare seconds, Mary succumbed to the magically induced stimulation and lost herself to a mind-numbing orgasm! Mary's legs kicked as her upper body shook and she bounced about on her throbbing bottom! The violent upheaval washed away all conscious thought, and left her a sweating, gasping, unconscious heap of red, white and gold on a ruined bed of petunias. It wasn't more than a few minutes before Mary recovered, however. She slowly got up, running one hand through her disheveled hair, while the other soothed her still stinging bottom.

"Why, that little. . . WITCH!", Mary hissed ruefully under her breath.

Mary managed to save the airliner, but each time thereafter, when Mary Bromfield called out "SHAZAM!", the magic lightning brought not only Mary Marvel, but also a terrific spank to the World's Mightiest Bottom and with it, the World's Mightiest Orgasm! It never happened when she changed back to Mary Bromfield. "I'll certainly never forget that little Witch", she thought on each occasion.

EPILOG - Georgia and Wendy

After several more painfully embarrassing transitions, Mary screwed up her courage to summon Old Shazam and ask for his help. It was but a few moment's work for the Old Wizard. He recognized that someone had altered Mary Marvel's mystical aura just enough so that all of the magic involved in her transition from Mary Bromfield was directed through her bottom! He didn't know Wendy, but from Mary's description he surmised that, as a child, she couldn't possibly understand an adult body. She must have thought that she was causing Mary only a slap to her bottom as a reminder "to be nice", being completely unaware of the actual power of the lightning and of the havoc the mystical energies would play with the delicate center of the body of a healthy adolescent girl. Defending Wendy, Shazam tried to explain this to Mary, and, after several painless transitions, she began to understand and forgive.

Casper led Wendy safely back to her little cottage in the haunted wood. She wondered if she would ever meet Mary again. (Mary hoped not!)