Jake looked up at the huge beasts. He tried to rationalize out the situation. Brute force just wasn't gonna do it this time around. He had to outthink footgirl, not out muscle her (as easy as it was to do that). Footgirl had made it so the battle was hers to win. She had outsmarted Birdboy, and was ready to watch the hero suffer before surrendering himself to her. She closed her eyes and began to imagine it. The big, strong Birdboy would be renamed Birdy. Him and Kitten would spend the rest of their pathetic lives as dirty little servants to footgirl. Footgirl shuddered from sheer pleasure at the thought of BirdBoy's tongue between her toes at last. She opened her eyes to watch the carnage...
... Right as a Birdarang nailed her in the head. Footgirl's eyes rolled back in her head and she fell down to the ground, out cold. This broke the mental contact with the toejam, and the beasts fell, nothing more than stinky piles of toejam now. Kitten grabbed footgirl and pulled her to safety before police or Birdboy could grab her. Jake smiled and looked over to the crowd, taking a cocky bow as he had, once again, saved the city. Possibly in record time. He went over, signed autographs, took pictures, did interviews, all that good guy stuff, before joining the effort to help clean up the nasty toejam that littered the ground now. It took all day, but eventually, the toejam was cleaned up, and Jake was back home, relaxing, and watching television. Ah, hero life.
Footgirl lay in bed for the rest of the week with an intense headache from being knocked out cold by Birdboy. Kitten tended to her, and tried to help the pain go away, but her master seemed in pain, and she hadn't smiled or grinned evilly since her loss to Birdboy. It seemed the villain went into a depression.
Footgirl sat at her desk, trying to plot and scheme, but nothing was coming to her. Kitten noticed her master's distress, and went over, rubbing up against her and meowing. Footgirl scratched her on the head, causing kitten to purr. Footgirl gave a half hearted smile. "Oh, Kitten. Pathetic little Kitten. My greatest..." She sighed. "...And only triumph. Birdboy has beaten me.. What is this, time number one hundred and six?" She shook her head. "I suck at this villain stuff. I couldn't even make it as a back alley mugger at this point."
As the night went on, Footgirl got more and more upset, reading the headlines online:
"Birdboy Stops Havoc!"
"Birdboy cuts Mad Gasser down to size!"
"Birdboy plugs Megabutt, and looks good doing it!"
She wanted to throw her laptop across the room. Birdboy was stopping all of the strongest villains as if they were jaywalkers. She had to do something major if she ever hoped to beat Birdboy... Then, she got a plan.
She gathered DNA from all the most powerful villains- Megabutt, Mad Gasser, Havoc, The Amazon, Pain, and Braun. Then, she started building. The genius in her took over, and she created something that looked like a tanning bed, but instead of lights, needles covered the inside. Footgirl put the DNA mix into a special slot in the machine, and got in it. She turned it on, and she was quickly injected with a mixture. She cried out in pain, as all the needles entered her body at once and began injecting her. Kitten ran in, concerned. By the time she did, the treatment was over. What used to be footgirl got out of the machine. Kitten looked in awe. No longer did she have a small frame, with B-cup boobs, and a tiny butt. No. Out she stepped, her boobs grew to at least a DD. Her thighs were like tree trunks, and her butt, oh lord, her butt's size rivaled that of megabutt. Most notably, she stunk. Unlike any stink before. It radiated off of her, and quickly attacked kitten's senses. Kitten felt herself dying, but somehow, Footgirl pulled it back. She could control her stink with her mind. She grinned, egger to try out what other powers she had gained.
She soon figured out that she gained super strength, and with her new and improved farting ability, she could fly. Her stink was far more powerful than anyone else in the city.
Footgirl was no longer footgirl. She created a costume for herself, and have herself a new name.
StinkMaster. The most powerful villain the world has ever known.
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