Supergirl hovered high above the ocean, scanning the horizon for any sign of the mysterious island she had been hearing rumors about. The so-called “Geek’s Paradise” was said to be a hidden retreat for those who embraced their inner nerds and outcasts, a place that had recently garnered attention for its unusual residents. What made it strange was the sheer number of people claiming it was more than just a haven for geeks—it was a place where visitors were transformed into something… different.
Kara Zor-El had her doubts. Sure, she’d dealt with bizarre threats before, but this seemed like a strange rumor even by her standards. Still, her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to check it out for herself.
As the island came into view, it looked like any tropical paradise. Sandy beaches, palm trees swaying in the wind, and a crystal-clear sea. Yet something felt off. There was a hum of energy in the air, one that Supergirl could feel even from her vantage point. She narrowed her eyes and touched down on the shore, the sand crunching beneath her boots.
The island seemed deserted at first, but as she ventured further inland, Supergirl began to notice movement. Before long, she was greeted by a group of girls—though they were unlike anyone she’d ever seen. They were incredibly nerdy in appearance, each with large, round glasses that magnified their eyes, braces glinting in the sunlight, and thick pigtails or messy buns. Their clothes, too, were outdated and frumpy, as though they'd been pulled from the pages of an old comic book.
One of the girls stepped forward. She adjusted her oversized glasses and gave a nervous smile, revealing crooked teeth wrapped in metal braces.
“Welcome to the island!” the girl chirped, her voice high-pitched and nasally. "We don’t get many visitors, especially someone like you."
Supergirl looked around at the others. They all had similar appearances: awkward, with uneven breasts, and a slightly unpolished demeanor. Some of the girls’ breasts were oddly disproportionate, with one noticeably larger than the other. All of them had the kind of nerdy, exaggerated features that you'd see in caricatures of comic book geeks. Buck teeth, braces, thick glasses—it was like stepping into a parody of a science fiction convention.
Supergirl’s brow furrowed. Something didn’t sit right with her, but she kept her suspicions to herself.
“Thanks for the warm welcome,” Kara replied, smiling politely. "I’ve heard a lot of rumors about this place. What exactly is going on here?"
“Oh, we’re just a bunch of nerds enjoying life,” the girl giggled, pushing up her glasses again. "But if you’re looking for answers, maybe you should speak to the island's curator. She can explain everything."
Supergirl nodded, her eyes drifting over the group again. There was something unsettling about how identical they all seemed, as though they shared the same bizarre features. She was determined to get to the bottom of it.
As she was led deeper into the island, Supergirl couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching her. Something far more sinister than a simple paradise for geeks.
As Supergirl followed the group of girls deeper into the island, she caught sight of something strange out of the corner of her eye. A faint glow in the distance, hidden behind a cluster of trees. It pulsed with an eerie, unnatural light that set off her instincts. She stopped in her tracks and narrowed her eyes.
“What’s that?” Kara muttered to herself, starting to head toward the light.
Before she could investigate, a sudden sharp pain hit the back of her neck. Startled, she reached up and yanked out a strange-looking dart, coated in a thick, glowing substance. Her super senses instantly kicked in, warning her that something was seriously wrong.
The effects were immediate. She staggered backward, her vision swimming. Supergirl dropped the dart, but it was too late. She could feel her powers draining away, her body weakening.
“No... what’s happening to me?” Kara gasped, her legs wobbling as she fell to her knees. She felt dizzy, her thoughts growing sluggish.
Her transformation began slowly at first, a strange tingling spreading across her skin. Her muscles, once toned and powerful, began to soften, losing their strength. Her stomach bloated slightly, her trim waist expanding outward as she slowly packed on weight. Her arms and legs grew thicker, the once tight fabric of her iconic suit stretching uncomfortably as her thighs and hips widened.
Supergirl tried to stand, but her body was becoming heavier by the second. Her belly expanded even more, drooping slightly over her waistband, which strained to contain the growing bulk. She let out a weak cry as her once athletic form became soft and round, her figure completely changing into something that felt foreign. Her breasts, once firm and even, swelled unevenly, one noticeably larger than the other, pressing awkwardly against her suit.
Her face wasn’t spared from the transformation either. She could feel her teeth shifting painfully in her mouth, her jaw aching as her once-perfect smile warped into a set of crooked, buck teeth. Thick metal braces appeared, clamping down on her teeth and pulling them into an exaggerated, awkward grin.
“Oh no... what is... h-happening?” Kara stammered, her voice taking on a nasally, high-pitched tone that she barely recognized. A nervous stutter laced her words now, making her sound unsure of herself. She tried to push her hair out of her face, but it felt heavier too, pulled into uneven pigtails that bounced awkwardly as she struggled to stay upright.
Suddenly, a new weight appeared on her face. Supergirl blinked, her vision growing blurry, and realized thick, round glasses had materialized on her nose, making everything seem larger and distorted. The lenses were so thick she had to squint just to see clearly, and even then, the world around her seemed off.
Her clothes, too, began to shift, the iconic red and blue of her Supergirl suit melting away into a baggy, frumpy outfit. A long, pleated skirt formed around her waist, falling down to her ankles, while a too-large, faded graphic T-shirt stretched over her round belly. The shirt had some obscure comic character she didn’t even recognize printed on the front, adding to the new look. She reached down to tug at it, but her fingers felt clumsy and slow, the movements awkward and fidgety.
Her transformation wasn’t just physical. Her mind, too, was changing, her once confident and bold demeanor fading away. She felt a wave of embarrassment and self-consciousness wash over her as she became hyper-aware of her new appearance.
"I-I d-don’t understand..." she stammered, her voice cracking awkwardly. "Why d-d-do I f-feel so... w-w-weird?"
Memories of Krypton and her identity as Supergirl started to blur, fading into the background. She could still *kind of* remember being Supergirl, but those thoughts felt distant, like a dream she couldn’t quite hold onto. New thoughts began to creep in—an obsession with obscure comics, a love of sci-fi trivia, and a deep insecurity about her appearance. She began feeling easily flustered by attention, nervously adjusting her glasses and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
Her transformation was complete. She was no longer the powerful, confident superhero Kara Zor-El. She was something entirely different now, both physically and mentally.
Her name flickered in her mind, as if her identity was being rewritten. **"Carrie Dorkinson."** That was her name now. It sounded right, didn’t it? She was no longer Supergirl, the strong and fearless hero. Carrie was a shy, awkward, and incredibly nerdy girl who was far more interested in comic books and fantasy novels than saving the world.
Carrie nervously adjusted her glasses, her cheeks flushing pink. “Wh-what am I g-going to d-do now?” she whispered to herself, the new reality settling in. She had no idea how she had gotten to this point, but the idea of being anyone other than Carrie felt... impossible.
The other nerdy girls on the island watched from a distance, smiling knowingly. Carrie was one of them now.
Days passed, and Carrie Dorkinson found herself blending seamlessly into the community of the island. Gone was the powerful Supergirl who had once soared through the skies with confidence and strength. In her place was a shy, awkward girl who now spent her days debating comic book lore and discussing the minutiae of classic sci-fi with the other island residents.
Carrie had fully adapted to her new role. She was no longer self-conscious about her uneven breasts or her round, chubby figure. Her oversized, frumpy clothes now felt as natural to her as her cape once did. The braces on her teeth, the thick glasses perched on her nose, and her nerdy mannerisms were now just part of who she was. Whenever she spoke, her words were laced with a nervous stutter, and her cheeks turned bright red whenever someone gave her the slightest bit of attention.
Every morning, Carrie would join the other girls in their favorite activities—reading comic books, organizing figurine collections, and practicing math puzzles under the shade of palm trees. She’d become especially passionate about fantasy role-playing games, finding herself completely absorbed in the lore and characters. Her days were filled with excited chatter about the latest superhero film theories and debates on which sci-fi series had the best plot twists.
She had become so accustomed to her new life that the memories of ever being Supergirl seemed like a distant dream, a foggy recollection of another person entirely. Every now and then, a fleeting thought would cross her mind—images of capes, of flight, of saving people in need—but they were brief, fading quickly under the weight of her new identity. Whenever these thoughts surfaced, she would push them aside with an embarrassed shake of her head, her fingers fiddling with her glasses.
The other girls accepted Carrie without question, embracing her as one of their own. They laughed with her, shared their passions, and never made her feel out of place. For the first time in her life, Carrie felt like she truly belonged. She wasn’t Supergirl anymore, but she was a valued member of this nerdy paradise.
One afternoon, while she sat with her new friends, deep into a debate about the best Star Wars droids, Carrie adjusted her glasses and sighed contentedly. “Th-this is s-so much fun!” she said, her nasally voice filled with genuine excitement. “I-I never kn-knew how m-much I’d l-love being a p-part of this.”
And in that moment, any trace of her former self seemed to vanish entirely. Supergirl had been left behind, replaced by Carrie Dorkinson, the ultimate nerdy girl, who fit perfectly into her new world on the island of geeks.
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Chapter 2:
Weeks had passed since Supergirl's disappearance, and whispers of her vanishing act had reached Gotham. Barbara Gordon, better known as Batgirl, decided to investigate the mystery herself. She couldn't ignore the strange rumors about the island and how it had swallowed up one of their own. As she approached the shore, Batgirl's sharp mind was already analyzing the possibilities. She was determined to find Supergirl and uncover the secrets of this so-called “Geek’s Paradise.”
Cautiously, she made her way onto the island, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any clues. As Batgirl moved deeper into the jungle-like terrain, she felt a strange energy in the air, much like Supergirl had before her. Something about the island felt off, as if it was alive and watching her every move.
Suddenly, she heard a faint noise, like a whisper carried on the wind. Before Batgirl could react, a small dart shot out from the bushes and struck her in the neck. Instantly, a numbing sensation spread through her body, and she pulled the dart out, eyes wide with shock.
“What the—?” Batgirl muttered, her voice faltering. She tried to remain calm, but an odd dizziness washed over her. She stumbled, her legs feeling like they were turning to jelly. “N-no, this c-can’t be happening...”
The transformation began slowly, creeping over her like a cold wave. Her once-athletic frame started to change, softening and thickening as the first layers of fat appeared around her midsection. Her toned stomach bulged outward, expanding into a large, round belly that jiggled with every shaky breath. Her thighs thickened, her hips widening until her utility belt snapped off, unable to contain her rapidly growing waistline.
Batgirl's chest swelled in an uneven fashion; one breast became significantly larger than the other, creating an asymmetrical look that pressed awkwardly against her suit. The fabric strained under the pressure before melting away into something entirely different—a pair of baggy, high-waisted jeans and a stretched-out T-shirt covered in cheesy science puns. Her utility gloves and boots transformed into mismatched socks and plain, worn-out sneakers.
As the physical changes took over her body, Batgirl's face began to morph as well. Her strong jawline softened, her cheeks puffing up into a rounder, fuller shape. Her nose grew wider, taking on a slightly bulbous appearance, giving her face a nerdier and less refined look. Her teeth began to shift painfully in her mouth, turning into large, crooked buck teeth that gleamed under a new set of thick metal braces.
Her glasses materialized next, round and enormous, with lenses so thick that they magnified her eyes to a ridiculous size. She blinked behind them, her vision blurry and distorted, her world now seen through the haze of these comically oversized lenses. She tried to speak, but her voice came out in a high-pitched, nasally tone with a noticeable stutter.
“N-no, th-this isn’t r-right!” she tried to cry out, her words betraying her embarrassment. "W-what's h-h-happening to m-me?"
Then, to her utter humiliation, a loud gurgling noise escaped her stomach. Her cheeks turned crimson as she realized what was happening, but she was powerless to stop it. She let out a loud, uncontrollable burst of flatulence that made her squeeze her eyes shut in embarrassment. A faint giggle escaped her lips, completely at odds with her former self's dignified demeanor.
Mentally, her thoughts began to change. Memories of her life as Batgirl—the training, the crime-fighting, her identity as Barbara Gordon—all started to dissolve like sand slipping through her fingers. They were replaced by trivial knowledge about vintage comic book collections, obscure video games, and a passion for math equations. She could barely remember her life in Gotham anymore; her focus shifted entirely to geeky obsessions and self-conscious worries.
Her former identity was gone, erased completely, as the name **"Bertha Noodleman**" took its place in her mind. Bertha felt like she had always been that shy, awkward girl who avoided the spotlight and giggled nervously when anyone looked her way. She was easily flustered, often fidgeting with her glasses or tugging at her ill-fitting clothes. Her transformation was complete—body, mind, and spirit.
Bertha Noodleman blinked her magnified eyes, feeling the warmth of the island sun on her now-rosy cheeks. She pushed up her thick glasses and gave a snort of laughter as she adjusted to her new reality. She couldn't remember why she had come to this island, and frankly, she didn’t care. All that mattered now was the latest debate on sci-fi plots she was itching to join with the other girls.
The once-heroic Batgirl was gone forever, replaced by a shy, extremely overweight nerd with a passion for all things geeky and a stutter that only made her even more awkward. Bertha Noodleman was here to stay, just another nerdy girl lost to the island’s mysterious powers.
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Chapter 3:
Months had passed since both Supergirl and Batgirl vanished without a trace. Diana Prince, better known as Wonder Woman, could not ignore the growing concern for her missing allies. Determined to uncover the truth, she set sail toward the mysterious island that had supposedly become their last known location. Her warrior’s heart was ready for any challenge the island might throw at her, but she had no idea of the strange fate that awaited her.
As Wonder Woman approached the island, she felt the air around her grow thick, almost oppressive. The lush landscape seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. Her instincts screamed that something was wrong, but she pressed forward, scanning for any sign of her friends. She knew she was close to discovering the island's secrets when suddenly, she felt a sharp prick at the back of her neck.
Diana reached up, pulling a strange dart out of her skin. The effects were almost immediate. A wave of dizziness crashed over her, making her stumble slightly. Her strength—her god-like power that she had always relied on—began to drain away. A tingling sensation spread through her body, and she realized with horror that she was beginning to change.
“No... I must... fight this,” she muttered through gritted teeth, but her voice was already trembling with uncertainty.
Her once-imposing Amazonian physique started to soften and expand, layer after layer of fat piling onto her form. Her stomach bulged outward into a massive belly that jiggled with every movement, the muscles of her powerful arms and legs turning into soft, thick rolls. Her thighs grew so wide they pressed together, and her hips swelled, forcing her stance to widen. Her breasts became heavy and uneven, straining the front of her iconic armor, which warped and twisted into a drab, oversized sweater emblazoned with a retro science pun.
Her elegant face was next to change. Her strong jawline softened, her cheeks puffing up into chubby, rosy orbs. Her proud, noble nose grew wide and slightly bulbous, giving her a comically nerdy appearance. Her once-perfect smile was marred as her teeth shifted into large, crooked buck teeth, and shiny metal braces snapped into place. Thick, round glasses materialized on her face, their lenses so magnified they made her eyes look ridiculously large and out of focus.
As her physical transformation continued, Wonder Woman’s regal demeanor began to dissolve. Her posture hunched slightly as if weighed down by her new form. She felt a sharp, constricting sensation in her chest, and she gasped, reaching for a small inhaler that suddenly appeared in her hand. She took a wheezy breath from it, her lungs now weak and prone to asthma attacks. To her horror, she realized that not only was she overweight and awkward, but she was also cursed with frequent flatulence and had difficulty controlling her bladder and bowels.
“Th-th-this c-c-can’t be r-r-real!” she stuttered in a high-pitched, nasally voice, the confidence and strength gone from her tone, replaced by a jittery, stammering manner of speech. Her words were interrupted by an uncontrollable blush spreading across her cheeks as she let out a loud, embarrassing toot. Her face turned bright red, and she fiddled nervously with the edges of her sweater, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Her once-proud Amazonian armor morphed into an ill-fitting pair of plaid pants and a button-up shirt covered with ink stains. A pair of scuffed sneakers replaced her warrior boots, and her golden tiara disappeared entirely, replaced by a headband that made her look even more like the ultimate nerd.
Mentally, the change was just as dramatic. Diana’s thoughts of honor, justice, and battle strategy evaporated, replaced by a deep love for science fiction trivia, comic books, and board games. Her memories of Themyscira, her Amazon sisters, and her life as a superhero faded into nothingness. She no longer recalled being the mighty Wonder Woman. All that remained were thoughts and concerns of her life as a socially awkward, clumsy nerd who struggled to fit in.
Her new identity solidified in her mind—**Wendy Wigglesworth** was her name now. She was just another nerdy girl on the island, with no recollection of ever being anyone else. Wendy’s mind was filled with nervous thoughts about comic conventions and anxiety over her next Dungeons & Dragons session. She was easily flustered, her face perpetually turning red whenever someone spoke to her, and her new asthma made her wheeze whenever she got too excited.
As the final traces of Wonder Woman disappeared from her mind, Wendy let out another embarrassed toot, followed by a nervous giggle. She adjusted her thick glasses, pushing them up the bridge of her nose, and fidgeted with her inhaler. “G-gosh, I h-hope I b-brought enough s-spare dice f-for game night!” she muttered, her words broken by her stutter.
Wendy Wigglesworth was here to stay, her past as Wonder Woman completely erased. Now, she was just another clumsy, awkward nerd on the island, forever doomed to live out her days obsessing over the trivial and obscure, far from the life of heroism and strength she once knew.
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Chapter 4:
Months had passed since Supergirl, Batgirl, and Wonder Woman mysteriously vanished on the strange island. Hawkgirl, determined to find out what happened to her fellow heroines, decided to take matters into her own hands. Confident in her strength and flight abilities, she soared toward the island, her wings cutting through the air. She believed she was ready for whatever challenge lay ahead, but little did she know that the island had plans for her as well.
As Hawkgirl drew closer, a sensation of unease crept over her. The air seemed heavy, almost suffocating, as if the island itself was alive and watching her. She scanned the area, searching for any signs of her missing friends, but before she could react, she felt a sharp sting on the back of her neck. She reached up and pulled out a small dart, identical to the ones that had taken down the others.
Immediately, a strange sensation spread through her body, and her wings began to falter in the air. She tried to keep her balance, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her to land clumsily on the ground. Her once proud and fearless demeanor began to waver, replaced by an unexpected fear creeping into her heart.
"No! What's happening to me?" she gasped, her voice already beginning to tremble with unfamiliar anxiety. She clutched at her chest, feeling her breath come in short, wheezing gasps as if her lungs were suddenly constricted. She was forced to reach for an asthma inhaler that appeared in her hand, her first wheezy breath through it marking the beginning of her transformation.
The proud muscles of her warrior physique softened and expanded, turning into rolls of fat that seemed to pile onto her frame in waves. Her toned arms and legs lost their definition, replaced by thick, soft flesh that wobbled with every movement. Her belly grew round and heavy, straining her clothes, which were already morphing to accommodate her new shape. Her once graceful form became an extremely overweight body, her thighs pressing together and her hips widening until her stance was permanently changed.
Her facial features shifted dramatically. The strong lines of her face softened as her cheeks puffed out, giving her a chubby, rounded appearance. Her nose expanded, becoming wider and more bulbous, while her lips thinned and her teeth shifted to become crooked, large buck teeth, now encased in metal braces. A pair of thick, round nerdy glasses appeared on her face, their lenses so magnified that her eyes looked ridiculously oversized behind them.
As her physical transformation progressed, Hawkgirl's mind began to change as well. Her fear of nothing, her fearless nature in battle, and her love of flight started to crumble. A deep-rooted fear of heights and flying developed, paralyzing her at the thought of leaving the ground. Her once high-flying spirit was replaced by a deep desire to stay indoors, where it was safe and predictable.
Her attire transformed into a baggy, oversized cardigan and a long skirt paired with mismatched socks and clunky shoes that screamed “nerd chic.” The once-proud warrior mace she wielded was replaced by a worn-out comic book that she clutched nervously to her chest, finding more comfort in fictional worlds than in real battles.
Mentally, Hawkgirl's thoughts of courage, strategy, and heroism were slowly erased, replaced with trivia about tabletop games, fear of social situations, and the intense love of staying home and reading obscure sci-fi novels. Her past memories as a fierce warrior vanished, replaced by the knowledge of someone who avoided confrontation at all costs.
As the transformation completed, Hawkgirl’s new persona solidified. She was no longer the fierce fighter of the skies. Her new name was **Harriet Hopper**, a nerdy, easily frightened girl who shuddered at the mere thought of being off the ground. Harriet was a timid, stammering mess, always fumbling with her inhaler when she got too nervous or flustered.
“G-gosh! I h-hate f-flying! I-it's s-so scary up there!” Harriet stuttered, nervously adjusting her glasses as she let out a shaky breath. Her face turned beet red whenever anyone spoke to her, and her clumsiness was matched only by her deep-rooted love for the safety and security of her indoor hobbies.
Harriet Hopper had no memory of ever being the legendary Hawkgirl. Her life as a warrior was gone, replaced by a shy, fearful personality who was much happier staying inside with her comic books than ever stepping outside, let alone flying. She was just another nerdy girl on the island now, forever lost in her new identity.
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Chapter 5:
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