“I know you have your needs, girl. But even you have to admit that this is bordering on ridiculous.” Alex chided at Linda as she finally finished dressing, turning around to look at her younger sister in her trademark blouse and leather pants, observing how the other young woman continued sitting up on her bed against the headframe. A pillow over her head and her comforter dragged over her body despite it being the middle of summer. She could almost hear the long, frustrated groan that seemed to dragged out even longer as she looked on the entire situation in a mixture of amusment and concern. The small debacle that was in front of her in a form of a partially collapsed bedframe and mattress.

More of concern than amusement, now that Alex had time to reconsider. For Linda just had a wet dream. Again.

Even as Linda continued to hide under the covers, Alex could feel her own nipples still standing erect from her blouse, despite her crossing her arms over her chest to try and mask it. All thanks to the smell of honey and wildflower scent that remained in the air, that incredibly contagious pheremones that seemed to be able affect anyone who are within range of the Kryptonian female in the throes of an orgasm. The concentration had become faint thanks to all the now open windows affording better ventilation.

Being roomates for a few months’ on, Alex had more or less adapted to Linda’s own quirks and habits which she knows she won’t be able to exert any control over. She had had to put up with the amazingly loud snores that came out of her sister’s pretty mouth, and her ability to practically sleep through everything barring a large-scale disaster, of which she would then wake up and disappear within in a microsecond. That, or that warning tone that Eliza Danvers was almost at the exploding point daily as her patience wore thin waiting for the girls to come down for breakfast.

But for the past week, the entire situation have changed. While the alter-ego of the Girl of Steel still had no trouble whatsover in falling asleep, it was that she seemed to be having vivid dreams. Wet ones. The ones that many teenage males or females would have as their hormones took control, fueling their unmet desires by allowing them to act out their fantasies while asleep.

When Alex heard Linda moan and groan out in the middle of the night, it took but five seconds for the elder Danvers to realise that it wasn’t a cry out of pain. Quite the opposite actually, and judging by her gentle writhing beneath the sheets and then a final shriek of pleasure it was quite obvious it had been a very, very good dream, even though Alex was slightly concern that volume of Linda’s cries might have brought Fred and Eliza running.

She had laughed at Linda’s blushed reaction when she spoke about her antics the next morning. Both of them soon realised that Kryptonian females could literally flood a town given how wet the sheets were, soaking even down onto the matress. Linda had been beet red throughout their conversation as she changed the sheets and tossed the soiled ones into the basket, then a gentle pass of heat vision over the mattress to remove the dampness before replacing with another set of covers.

Turns out whatever that was making her horny was not a one-time affair, though it wasn’t just about the frequency that was bothering Alex. It was the intensity of the entire dreams. The first two nights seemed pleasureable enough given the way her adopted sister mewled and sighed throughout while she plunged her fingers repeatedly into her wet southern lips in a way that would melt both men and women alike. Alex too discovered a certain priviledge of sharing the same room, as the very intense smell of wildflowers and honey permeated the room whenever her sister raced towards her own sexual pleasure affecting herself as well. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, Alex too had gave in to the pheremones’ influence. With one hand playing with her smallish 32Bs while another rubbing and eventually sawing through her cunt lips she too came pleasantly in tune with the gently bucking and heaving Supergirl sleeping on the bed next to her.

That seemed to change progressively through the week, and last night it was almost bordering on an extremely violent coupling session. If Alex didn’t know better, she would have thought from the way Linda was trashing about on the bed, crying out and gritting her teeth throughout, it was as if she was being raped by an invisible person.

Her adopted sister. The most powerful superheroine to walk on Earth. Being taken against her will. In her dreams.

That isn’t possible, is it? Given how Supergirl could easily bend steel bars with her bare hands, what more could fragile Terran bones do a literal Girl of Steel? Unless somehow these are the supervillains that continued to plied the scene endlessly, but she’s in bed though...

Given the way she had rocked and trashed about violently, the way she had cried out “No” and “Yes” amidst grunts and moans, Alex wasn’t sure about whether she was unconsciously rejecting unwanted penetration or actually demanding more of it.

And It was just that Linda was seemingly having a bad but very sexual-oriented nightmare. Alex had looked on a mix of awe and fear as the Last Daughter of Krypton’s body seemed to dial-up to eleven at a moment’s notice. Her sleeves and pants tearing apart as Alex’ eyes opened wide like saucers when she saw Linda’s muscles exploding from her toned form into one that would be more fitting on bodybuilders.

When she tried to wake Linda up, given how much the latter was shaking all over the bed Alex was unable to really get a good grip on her. She tried to pin the younger woman down, and within moments she found herself tossed upwards into the air for her efforts, hitting the ceiling before falling onto the ground in a heap to the side and fainting right away. By the time she woke up and picked herself up from the floor it was already morning already, and surprisingly it was her own moans of pain woke Linda up, who herself was slightly confused with seeing Alex on the floor until she saw the partially collapsed bed and the ripped pajamas on her body.

Luckily there were no broken bones, though Alex could still feel the soreness throughout her back and even her head. Thank goodness for all the physical trainings that Dad had put her through.

“I’m really sorry Alex, I don’t know what’s came over me.” Linda finally spoke up, tossing away the blanket. She then placed her head on her knee and looked at Alex like a puppy who knew she had done a really bad thing.  

“Hey hey. I’m not judging, but it did look like you were somehow being attacked, but that’s not true, is it...” No reply, so she ventured with another tack. “It seems like throughout the entire ordeal of sorts, despite the violent nature of the dream, you still feel...sexually unsatisfied? Frustrated?” The blonde mane nodded slightly.

“It looked intense. It looked EXTREMELY aggressive. I was worried.” Not to mention more than a little horny, from the way her twin rubs refused to subside on her chest.

Sighing slightly, she sat down beside her sister, and surprisingly the younger woman immediately leaned over against Alex side despite still not looking up.

Silence, though Linda must have been debating what is to be said next. After a while it came out. “I’m ok. It was just...a nightmare. Yeah, that’s it. A nightmare, though a very weird one...”

“And a very wet one at that too.” She could practically hear the embarassed groan of her younger sister. It was quite obvious that she had come multiple times. “You know that I’m here for you too, don’t you?” those words came as a surprise to Alex as well. Who knew that having a sister would change her outlook so quickly, even if Eliza had always said that she had a penchant to protect. Especially those around her.

“Promise me that if you’ll tell me, if you need help?” Another gentle nod, and she felt a pair of arms surrounding her.

Sometimes that was good enough.

Letting herself be cuddled for a while, before Alex ventured yet again into unchartered territory.

“So...how come you didn’t tell me that you can get that much bigger?”

That immediately made Linda look up, slightly confused before she realisation dawned on her face. It wasn’t that hard of a leap given that her pajama tops and pants have partially ripped apart.

“Well...I don’t even know where to start telling though. Good genes, I think?”

“You think? So you’re saying that you can go from Supergirl to SuperDuperGirl in a matter of moments? I’m impressed. From your size I’d say you’re proportionately comparable to that hunk of cousin of yours, though you’re way cuter than him. Feminine still, if that helps. That said though,” Alex made a note of looking up and down at the ripped pajams that revealed her toned body to her “All of these is not going to help much with any of the regular clothing, and it’s going to be hard to tell Mom that you need to spend more money just to buy pajamas.” Or any other new clothes. Middle-class salary doesn’t stretch that far even if they do live in a smaller urban area when there are two children going to college.

“Well, I don’t really become like this unless I really flex and exert myself, you know. My Kryptonian costume is ultra-stretchable. Just that...what happened at night was really...intense.” Intense enough that her entire body reacted purely by instinct, exploding into a mass of muscular cuts that must have shocked her elder sister.

What a way to keep secrets, Kara chided herself. Real smooth.

 “Well, if you’re in a sharing mood, how about if you show mWHOA!” Alex’ eyes opened wide as Linda raised both her arms and started to flex them in a double bicep post, giving a shy smile as she observed Alex’ reaction to the mounds that literally exploded outwards from both toned arms. Placing her right hand behind the back of her head, she saw Alex tentatively reaching over to caress that large mass that is now the size of a softball. Alex thought the huge bulge on Linda’s arm felt remarkably like marble – smooth and unyielding beneath her silky smooth skin, no give nor dents whatsover with her pokes and grasp. The size was such that she could barely surround it with her hands wide open.

Looking down at her sister’s chest, Alex also saw that Linda’s healthy swells have also risen and pushed through the ripped cotton top of her pajamas yet again, evidence enough that mere Terran clothing had been unable to hold back the expansive mammaries, what with the underlying pectorals fully flexed. Keeping her right hand on Linda’s bicep, Alex moved her left hand to gently caress the right breast of the Maid of Might, feeling up literally the most powerful set of superbreasts that could easily deform the thickest of steel or concrete. She marveled at the heftiness, how they pointed firmly to the front with barely any sag despite having grown larger with time, looking and feeling like the head of those torpedo warheads used in submarines. Equally amazing was that despite it being the softest part of her body, Alex couldn’t even make any gentle impressions on them. In fact, to Alex it felt as if she was holding two of the most powerful objects within her hands despite them being different parts of the Supergirl’s body.

Given how firm and warm those 34Cs are, it was no wonder Linda had never worn a bra even in her secret identity, preferring layers instead with her underlying supercostume underneath. Though it was still amazing how she could keep those bullet hard nipples and her large, dark-pink areolas contained. In hindsight, that was also a good call, given it would be even more difficult to explain ripped bras at such a constant rate.

The gentle moan that came from Linda quickly brought Alex back to reality, who quickly removed and replaced her hands. Linda merely smiled and relaxed, and it was like her entire body dialled down immediately into her usual girl-next-door look, her bulges and curvaceous chest receding down to her usual, budding young woman with all the right growing curves. Hiding in plain sight.

It was also when Alex noticed the red blush on her sister’s face, obvious that Linda wasn’t expecting this when she work up this particular morning. It then dawned on Alex about how unreal it was, that she, a mere mortal, was able to cause such an effect on the arguably the most powerful superheroine on Earth.

“So...How big do you get?”

“Well, I think I compare rather favourably with any of the middleweight female bodybuilders out there, and as you rightly pointed out, I’m like the feminine yin to Kal’s yang, all proportionate.”

“That’s not very scientific is it? Maybe we should measure you so that you can keep track of your development...”

“Alex...” Linda whined. Sometimes Alex Danvers can get too technical.

“What? It’s all for science, and you did say I tend to be geeky when it comes to science-related stuff.” But before she could go on, a deep, literal growl came unbidding from Linda’s stomach, before the telltale mom-tone came through the door from downstairs as Eliza Danvers shouted to the girls that she means business today, and that neither of them will have the usual “voice of reason” from their dad who had left early for the day.

Both sisters looked at each other and giggled.

“OK, later then. Why don’t you...” Before she even finished Linda was already dressed in a casual light blue, long-sleeved blouse paired with jeans. Giving Alex her customary sunshine-like smile, she was about to open the door when Alex gestured towards the partially collapsed bed with a strong “Ah hem.” Blushing sheepishly, Linda quickly walked over and lifted the single bed from the floor with Alex still on it with one hand, and proceeded to use her other to straightened each of the bent legs so that it at least had some semblance of normalcy around it.

Purposedly dropping her sister and the bed down in a gentle (to her own standards) manner which sent Alex tumbling again on the bed, she smirked and called out “Last one down is a rotten egg” and left in a gust of wind.

“Sometimes I really do hate her...” Alex mumbled as she tried to comb through and straighten her hair as much as she could before making her way downstairs.

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It wasn’t by design that Fred Danvers decides to turn up at the station before breakfast. It was a promise made to Eliza and Alex when they moved here from Metropolis, where the three of them are supposed to have some semblance of a normal family life, having left his more hectic and dangerous roles behind him when he agreed to a “promotion” to come back here.

With Eliza herself is now busier juggling her own research work at LunarCorp, having to play mom to two teenage girls alone while he made it out the door earlier than usual did make him feel guilty.

Which makes him even more determined to want to wrap this up sooner rather than later. Then he can plan for that summer getaway that he knew might appeal to at least Alex, if not Eliza.

That thought quickly left his mind the moment he pushed through the doors into the station, and Blake, all prim and proper as usual, was waiting for him at the conference room together with a handful of other men.

“This came through earlier today. Thought you would like to know that we have a match.” It was that text from Metropolis that had sent Commissioner Danvers to the station this early. A confirmation of the hair strands from the comb that matches the few, precious DNA that the forensics team had managed to obtain from half a dozen crimescenes of young women, raped and then killed, was truly a remarkable development. No less that this support came from three exotic young women, who had been spewing all kinds of impossibility seemingly about witches being held against their will at the Red Dot Foundation right out of Midvale.

“What about the cases here?? The ones here in both Leesburg and Midvale?”

“Only one out of the three, given that two of them were body dumps; but I’m willling to bet that all were done by the same guy.” The very fact that the ladies took photos of the female costumes stashed in the person’s closet, together with the fact that all the deceased were either wearing  or were seen dressed up in something similar, it made the connection very very strong.

All they need to is to get that warrant. And a plan for everything else...

“Shall we inform the ladies then?” Officer Holmes asked. He had been watching and observing the three Asian women for the better part of two weeks, and even though he knew what the answer was going to be, it’s worth a shot. At least he will be able to tell the young ladies to lay off his back after being pestered by them daily.

“Tom, YOU should know better than to ask me this, even if I think you do have a soft spot for them.” Seeing the impassive feature on Holmes’ face, he continued. “Look, we’ve all been here before. Anything and everything can turn south in an instance, no matter how well we planned. As much as I appreciate their help in getting us here, they are NOT to get involved moving forward, understood? If it helps I’ll talk to them.”

“What about backup?” Blake proferred. “I know that we are...we should be more than capable of handling a couple of thugs here. But if we’re talking about other types ...” It was obvious that what he was alluding to. Who, in actual fact.

“Are you suggesting that we are not competent enough to do our job then?” It was a harsh rebuke, and the entire team stiffened. For some reason, this time Fred’s ego and pride came to the fore, and he felt a bit cross and not a little disappointed that his own team didn’t have the confidence in him, his plans or even themselves to solve the problem. He just about checked himself before he went too far. Just the right amount to keep people motivated, else it might cause a riot.

“Look, this is OUR problem, and I want US to resolve this. Given our experience and training this shouldn’t be beyond us. So let’s go and do our job as law enforcement officers.” He then turned his back towards the board and started writing, indicating the topic is now closed.

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A not so dissimilar pow-wow was also unfolding at the RedDot Foundation, though the chain of command and the discussion style tends to be different. 

“For the upteenth time Otis, It’s all under control.” Gaius Marcus replied unenthusiastically, trying to just move on from the topic. Yawning before leaning backwards, his own antics wasn’t helping as he sat on his chair, balancing on two legs while keeping his legs on the large table just in front of him. Opposite him the “Head” of the foundation however just stood glaring at him with those small eyes from across the table, his bulging waistline seemingly growing just a tad more to put an additional strain on his suspenders as he looked close to exploding. Literally and figuratively. It seems like Otis continued to distrust everything that he said, and that itself is wearing down his own patience.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? My source is telling me that the ground is starting to shift beneath our feets. There seems to be a plan to come at us, and that is not good!” Seeing again that annoying chuckle he quickly followed up. “Might I remind you what is at stake here if they come knocking down the door? The things they will find?”

“So go do your job already. Or get ‘Miss Efficient’ Allyson Fendor to do it for you, if you’re not keen to get your hands dirty. God knows how long you’re here physically at the Foundation anyway. Just to remind you, I’m here primarily to run interference and delay tactics, which means I buy you TIME. And while I get going with whatever weapons or items in my toolkit, I suggest you better to go expedite your own plans, IF your source is that reliable.”

“Of COURSE my source is reliable. And your running interference? Please! YOU’re the reason we now have the men in blue coming down at us. All the while we’ve been trying to stay under the radar, but no. You, of all people, have to leave so many breadcrumbs for them to follow. All the way here!” The man practically bellowed at Gaius, as he continued to fume while the Brit just continued to look about nonchalantly.

“Well, if it does come to that and they do turn up as you say, all I have to do is just to turn myself in, and voila! All resolved!” Otis was almost beyond belief with the words coming out from his mouth.

“All resolved? You say that as if we’re talking about a boy playing truant, or someone who happened to...Waitaminute, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” Gaius suddenly stood up with Otis in mid-sentence, with both hands continuing to be in his trouser pockets.

“Oh, back to my room for my forty-winks. I definitely perform better when I have had a good night’s sleep. Or just sleep, for that matter.” Without waiting for a reply he just exited the room, leaving a fuming Otis Reed behind him and sweeping past Allyson Fender with a exaggerated salute gesture as she came from the opposite direction.

“I gather that wasn’t a very productive meeting.” Allyson said after closing the door. Looking at Otis, she noted that he looked even more puffed up, and he looked somewhat comical sitting in a humungous boss chair with his vertically challenged frame. "Nor effective."

“That man has no idea what kind of trouble he will be in when I tell Mr Luthor. Now when HE blows his stack he wouldn’t even know what hits him.” Having been under the most powerful criminal mastermind’s thumbs for awhile, he knows how ruthless he can be, and no creature or superhuman can stand in his way.

 “Luckily we’re almost done with our operation then.” Allyson opened her tablet and checked on the latest progress. “We’re almost ready to move on, as it is.”

“Would some of them be available, just in case our friend Gaius becomes unreliable?” Otis leaned forward from his chair, and asked his assistant. The woman just smiled and nodded. “Better get a move on then. There’s not going to be much time for us to prepare when the shit hits the fan. Today itself, if possible.” With that he picked up his phone and proceeded with his first arrangements.