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Chapter 1
“Look, everyone, it’s Super Skylar!”

“Oh my god, she really came!”

“Don’t you know, Melon Hauk paid her a lot of money to attend this party.”

Skylar floated down toward the extravagant mansion where the vehicle manufacturing billionaire was hosting a publicity event for his budding space tourism enterprise. And who better to have at the showcase than the one breathtakingly beautiful celebrity on Earth who could actively travel there on her own?

Skylar admired the ostentatious outdoor front yard where all the partygoers had gathered. A large fountain decorated with swans, a multilayered waterfall dripping over its perfectly polished glass and marble foundation. Multiple large speakers around the outside of the seemingly mile wide area.

MelonCorp’s logo was built into the landscaping, which, funny enough to Skylar, would only be visible to someone looking down from a bird’s eye view. These regular humans were so fragile and deprived compared to her!

Four large floodlights highlighted her arrival, clad in a chic, multi-thousand dollar designer, black chiffon dress. Studded with diamonds, with one strapless shoulder, Skylar literally sparkled as she continued her descent. The weather was warm and humid as it always was year round in Florida, but even if it had been below freezing, she could still dress like this, no problem. She never felt any pain or discomfort.

“Skylar! Skylar!” The reporters on site frantically began snapping photos. “What are you wearing today?”

She recognized all of them, what with her perfect recall. Just for giggles, using her unstoppable laser eyes, she blasted out the camera of a particular publication that had suggested that she should have some restrictions on how she lived her life. Like not going out nude in public.

The suggestion had not been well received by the world at large in the first place.

Standing well over six feet tall, Skylar was the world’s most breathtakingly, exceptionally beautiful woman. She had always been pretty, fetching even, but ever since puberty, her super body just never stopped developing. 

From her flowing, glossy long blonde hair, to a pair of large, bright, ice-blue eyes, and the exaggerated, lascivious curves of her hourglass shape leading to a pair of the longest, shapeliest legs the world had ever seen, it was no surprise that the current supermodels in the business had taken a huge hit when Skylar arrived on the scene. Even single portrait shots of Skylar commanded more money than booking entire events of other models. Her tanned, slim shoulders, her long, graceful neck, and her heart-stoppingly beautiful face invaded far more minds than any other woman could hope to influence, even with their nude, airbrushed body on display. Skylar needed none of those cheap tricks. She was the pinnacle of beauty and sexuality.

Naturally, during Skylar’s teen years, her breasts had grown larger by the day until even she felt a bit self conscious about their extreme size and perfect perkiness. When people began to lose all control from just a glimpse of those luscious orbs, she figured enough was enough. And then, as if on command, they stopped growing, even dialing back until they were merely captivating. She didn’t want to be the harbinger of car accidents.

Travel fees for her were non-existent, given how her feet never touched solid earth anyway. So she was extra well compensated by charging exorbitant appearance fees.

Soon, the camera shutters began to die down. Her aura of power and beauty was too much for humans to bear at such close range, save a few close people, such as her parents. Not that they were super like her.

“Hi, boys,” she gave them a cute little wave as ceased her descent, still floating one foot off the floor.

“S-S-Skylar… welcome…” they stammered, fighting the urge to fall to their knees in supplication to her literal sphere of influence.

“Point me to the drinks?” It was a courtesy that her parents had instilled in her, in order to let other people to feel relevant if she asked them something mundane.

They all rushed to obey, all pointing in the correct direction while never taking their eyes off of her beautiful, fully covered breasts, their huge swells accentuated by her skin-tight dress.

“Thanks!” she replied as genuinely as possible.

She adjusted her designer glasses by pushing them up at the bridge. Michal Correau was paying a fortune for her endorsement. And having real lenses didn’t impair her vision anyway.

Flying over a gasping crowd, she asked the bartender to serve her one of everything.

“Enjoying yourself?” Melon Hauk sauntered over, trembling slightly from her immense sexuality. He was one of the few who could keep his wits. Probably why he was so successful.

“Yes! Hope you don’t mind me having some drinks. I just turned 18.”

He chuckled. “You know the drinking age is 21, right?”

“What are you gonna do, call the cops?” she smirked.

“Yeah, that’ll be fun. As if we need another one of those incidents. Thanks for coming.”

Skylar picked up a margarita glass by its thin stem, licked the salt off the rim, and shotgunned the lime and agave cocktail.

“Ooh, not bad,” she said with a smack of her pink, plump lips. Even Melon Hauk’s extraordinary resistance wavered a bit at that seductive gesture.

“Mmm, yes. You know, we normal humans can’t drink one of everything, like you have here. Not without aftereffects. I’m sure you’re immune, but still, I hope you can cut loose a bit, hmm?”

“I’ll do my best,” Skylar said with a wink. She began to pound more cocktails.

Melon Hauk shifted his slacks uncomfortably and walked away, bow-legged.

Cut loose a bit, huh? Skylar thought to herself. Why not?

She drank every single colorful cocktail lined up in front of her, then asked for a second round of them all.

Chapter 2
“Melon Hauk’s private space tourism exhibition party, a disaster! World’s most beautiful and powerful one-of-a-kind super supermodel ruins event!”

Cora watched with fascination as they showed the devastating remains of Melon Hauk’s mansion. No one had been killed, but plenty of prominent celebrities and billionaires were hospitalized.

There was some airborne footage of the scene that had been captured by helicopter—that is, until an inebriated Skylar had flown up to the camera. Feeling particularly raunchy, she began to slip off the single strap of her dress off her shoulder, presenting her lush, gravity-defying breasts to the crew and the world.

The video had gone viral in an instant. To distant watchers, it was simply the most perfect pair of breasts that humanity could conceive of. But to the news crew in the flying machine, it was so much more.

Three gasping, guttural moans, one female, two male, could be heard from out of the frame. Amazingly, the video was a whole minute and a half long, and their screams of pleasure never descrendoed.

Instead, their roars of ecstasy seem to escalate by the second. The camera wobbled more and more violently… which internet residents had taken upon themselves to steady the footage via software. Then, the camera hit the floor of the chopper, the focus now on Skylar’s lovely ankles and open toed sandals.

The last thing that could be heard in the footage was a long, hoarse whisper out of all three sexually devastated crew members. The helicopter went into freefall, but apparently Skylar managed to save it when it came perilously close to crashing.

The rest of the footage was unremarkable. Loud screams could be heard in the background.

Like the rest of the world, Cora masturbated herself silly to that glorious minute thirty of Skylar’s incomparable breasts. Unlike the rest of the world, she felt no guilt or shame for the screams in the background.

“I didn’t think she could actually get drunk!” a hospital-ridden Melon Hauk answered in an interview. “At first, we thought she was just playing! Then, her little shoves sent people flying! Many of us, were, uh… incapacitated… by her loveliness. Far more extreme than I’ve ever felt in her presence. She began to blow kisses to people. Some of her little puffs ripped columns out of my house!

“...And then, she insisted that we should all see what a real meteorite looked like!”

Eyewitness reports corroborated that Skylar had taken off into space and hurled a humanity-ending meteorite on a trajectory straight for Earth. As soon as it entered low orbit, a devastating explosion rocked the area. Skylar, in her state of inebriation, appeared to have miscalculated.

She had quickly gotten underneath it as soon as she saw the destruction unfold, traveling from somewhere near Mars to Earth in an instant. Then, she focused her eyes and vaporized the whole thing into atoms.

Casting doubt on the veracity of her insobriety was that, as soon as the deed was done, she seemed to be perfectly in control again. More eyewitnesses reported that she seemed to be ashamed of what had happened, and then took off without a trace.

“Are you going to press charges? Perhaps start a civil suit?” the reporter asked.

Melon Hauk’s confidence wilted. “No. Of course not. What good would that do?”

Cora turned off the video playing on her phone. She would never have felt shame if she’d performed such a powerful feat.

She touched her slick folds to another wonderful, breathtaking, Skylar induced orgasm. This footage would inspire her for the rest of her life. The only thing that would trump it if she got to meet Skylar in person… but that was a total fantasy.

As she came down off a record number of climaxes, Cora lay on her small twin bed in her tiny room. Her walls were plastered with paparazzi and modeling shots of Skylar. She wished Skylar would use her power and utterly destroy her tormentors in school.

“Cora! What the fuck are you doing in there!” her dad yelled.

Fuck.

She slipped her panties and jeans back on from where they were bunched at her ankles. What the fuck did he want now?

Her father was sitting on a recliner in the squalid living room, cradling a cheap bottle of booze as he scratched his huge, hairy gut with one of his meaty paws.

“Girlfriend’s coming over. Get outta here for a while. Why don’t you go down to the liquor store and buy me a pack of smokes, huh?”

“Dad, I don’t have money for that.”

“The fuck? Don’t you have a job?”

“I paid for dinner today!”

“Fuck. Shit. Here.”

He tossed a fistful of dollars at her. They landed on the dirty, beer-stained carpet. She held her nose and gathered the crumpled currency.

“And take your time. Take a few extra laps around the block. Daddy doesn’t like it when you walk in on us.”

“It’s 40 degrees out!” she whined.

“The fuck you say? Take a fuckin’ jacket then. Fuckin’ scram.”

Fuck, she thought, as she closed the door behind her. Maybe Skylar can fucking knock him off the face of the planet too.

On her way out, she passed Britney, the ugly, brainless bitch that his father was seeing. She reeked of cigarettes, triggering Cora’s asthma. She began to heave in deep, unsatisfying breaths.

They crossed paths without acknowledging each other.

And take her out too, Skylar. Please.

Chapter 1

Kellie zipped to her room and haphazardly threw on some frumpy clothing designed for her boring, normal form. Her super hearing had picked up her brother’s car parking in the driveway, and she was determined to tease him extra harshly for coming home so late and leaving her all alone.

She turned on the TV and began to touch herself through the waistband of her pants. A wet stain immediately appeared in the crotch of her denim, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure she was truly capable of.

Jason was going to get it extra hard today.

Kellie bit her lower lip in anticipation and frustration. What was taking him so long?! She hated bottling herself up like this! What was he doing?

She resisted the urge to transform back into the super self. No… she’d waited all night for this. Just a few minutes more patience.

It was almost too much to bear. Even without her super speed, the clock ticked glacially as she worked her way to a near orgasm. The urge to transform and rattle the house was oh so tempting…

And then, Jason finally finished whatever he was doing in the garage and opened the front door.

“Jason!!” Kellie screamed with joy. “You’re home! What took you so long!”

“Tough day on the beat, Kels,” he tossed his badge into a little receptacle by the side of the door, placing his gun and holster into a drawer underneath.

“Oh yeah? Tell me about it!”

He looked at his little sister, barely over five feet tall currently. And with clothes! This was quite unlike her.

But her hand was in her pants. He could see her fingers grinding away down there. That was quite like her.

“Well, I guess I can, Kels. Because you’re actually being good today about, you know, keeping your clothes on.”

“Mm hmm, big bro.”

Kellie giggled. He totally took the bait!

“Just some petty theft today, near the end of my shift. I was going into the convenience store, just to buy some of your favorite red licorice, but these two stupid kids were in there, stuffing snacks into their baggy jackets.”

“Oh no! What happened then!?” Kellie was so fascinated by her brother’s occupation and stories that she temporarily forgot what she’d been planning. She’d even stopped touching herself.

“I shouted ‘Hey!’ They both panicked and started running for it. I managed to grab one still inside the store, but of course, the other one got away.”

“Did you chase him?!”

“No, Kels. I was too busy cuffing the first one.”

“Aw, big bro! I could have caught him just by walking!”

Jason grimaced. Yes, she could have. She was so unbelievably got-dang powerful. He loved his dear little sister so much, but for his sake, he desperately wished she would choose another occupation. The last thing he needed was for his fellow police to see him completely upstaged by an eighteen year old girl.

And she would definitely upstage him. Many times over.

But it couldn’t be helped. It wasn’t like anyone could stop Kellie from doing whatever she wanted. He sighed in resignation.

“Yes, Kellie. I know you could have.”

“Why do I gotta go through college, big bro?” The shift in conversation away from policing reminded her just what her little mischievous plan was. She began to touch herself again, willing her body to slowly transform, too subtle to be noticed… yet.

“It’s good for you, okay? Having a degree will make it easier in the future. You want to hear the rest of the story or not?”

“Mm hmm,” Kellie moaned, as much in arousal as answering the question. Her lean thighs started to pack on sleek muscle as they grew longer.

“Well, I pulled out all the shit he’d stuffed in his jackets and put them on the counter for Emilio to see. I asked him if he wanted to press charges. The kid would have to go to juvie.”

“Ooh, okay. And?” Kellie’s jeans were quickly becoming too tight to contain her swelling female perfection.

“He’d probably get some leniency if he ratted out his friend. But Emilio said he knew the kids. Just some local troublemakers. Poor families, you know.”

“Mmm…” Kellie moaned. Her previously flat belly, still not visible to Jason, was packing on firm muscle, as hard as steel. Orgasmic fire was welling deep inside her, cinders igniting into full on flames.

 “So he told me to let the kid go. Drew, I think his name was.”

“Oh Jason, you’re so niiiice,” Kellie whined. Her sun-kissed skin was changing now too, still retaining their beautiful tone, but becoming healthier, vibrant, perfectly even. She could feel the wonderful, subtle shift as her fingertips traced her suddenly supercharged nether lips. Her silky touch was electric.

“I guess. It saves me a lot of paperwork too. You have no idea, Kels, how much paperwork we have to do. I bet you’d hate it so much you wouldn’t even want to be police after a month, considering how much you hate your homework!”

“Oh Jason! No way! I’ll do anything to work as police. Especially if it means being closer to you…”

Her jeans were tearing at the seams now. Her naturally curly, dark umber hair lengthened, looking thicker, shinier, voluminous, and irresistible to touch. Like the world’s finest silk.

“Kellie!” Jason gasped, finally noticing his little sister’s transformation. “I thought you were going to be good today!”

“Oh big brother! I just love hearing about you talking about police work, don’t you know?” She was growing well past six feet now. Her t-shirt, no longer long enough to cover her midriff, bared her perfectly sculpted abs to the world. Her breasts swelled as well, simply remaining perfectly proportional to her new height.

“Ugh… Kels…” Jason moaned, unable to break his gaze at the amazingly sensual scene unfolding before him.

‘Yes, bro? Want me to stop?” Her blue eyes, flecked with gold, suddenly became absolutely compelling. Soul-piercing. The colors became even more vibrant, deep pools of resplendent ice-blue with dancing amber swirling around them.

Her entire body radiated sexuality. No supermodel on Earth was a match for her, except for Kellie’s twin, of course. But she was out of the picture for now. Still, it was so unfair!

And then, Kellie’s clothes burst with a loud tear.