The honking of geese (a notebook)

Hours later Bree would reluctantly have to agree costume parties were fun. At least when you had real superpowers to go with your costume! She’d been shocked by the turnout: there had to be at least six hundred people at the event. Who knew there were so many geeks around? She was also surprised when Sylvia asked her to not show off her strength. Sylvia was keeping her abilities under wraps too. “It wouldn’t be fair, at least until after the contest is over.” Sylvia’s definition of fair seemed a bit flexible to Bree considering how quickly their outfits had sprung into existence, but she didn’t quibble. Hiding her massive strength as she danced in a crowd turned out to be a brilliant game. ‘Maybe that's why ‘secret identities’ are such a thing?’ she thought. ‘The thrill of fooling everyone…’ Sylvia could have declared herself queen of the entire planet and here she was trying to not cheat on a costume contest!

While the were many, many people in costume, only twenty-five people would be competing. Each contestant or group had to walk across a large stage in front of the audience and the panel of judges. Once the trio had made their runs, things looked pretty grim for the rest of the cosplayers. Bree had no idea what she was supposed to do but she'd been watching the people in front of her from backstage, so when she reached the center of the stage she put a fist on her cocked hip and gave the audience a slow, sweeping 'hell if I care' glare. Apparently that was what they were waiting for from "Miss Jones" because they roared with approval. Sophie couldn't carry the whole 'sultry super-spy' attitude if you put it in a paper bag for her, but she could do some dazzling acrobatic twirls and flashy-fake movie kung-fu. Backed by that oh-my-god-you're-pretty smile, she was an instant hit. Then there was Sylvia. In a white-gold gown fit for a queen. Giving the audience her all.

Less than a dozen people had to be escorted to the infirmary for chest pains after Sylvia strut her stuff. Need I say more?

But Sylvia's tour de force didn’t stop the parade of talent and the cheering for each soul brave enough to share their dreams. Seated back in the audience now and seeing how these things were done, Sophie insisted that next time she come as Supergirl, blonde wig and all to go with Sylvia’s Power Girl as a group. And that they had to do a skit! So she could show off her powers just enough to make the judges wonder. Sylvia rolled her eyes but didn’t see how she could say ‘no’. She finally caved in to Sophie’s whispering demands just to get her to shut up so she could focus on her peers on stage. She’d created a cosplay monster.

More than one, actually. It had been such a great turn out Sylvia had wanted to make it THE night to remember. Really celebrate becoming a goddess. She’d been picking and choosing carefully, a contest within the contest with her making up the categories as she went along. She decided to limit herself to just three lucky lady demigods to join in the fun. She’d been struck with the idea when Evvie had strode out onto the stage, a girl noticeably more plump than even Sophie had been. Sylvia knew Evvie from several past gatherings: she did an awesome Ursula the Sea Witch, a character for whom her extra pounds were no handicap. Tonight she reaching way outside her weight class with a smoking hot purple Catwoman bodysuit. Kitty ears, long black boots and gloves, and a real bullwhip. Lots of attention to detail for such a simple design. The only thing short of perfection was Evvie herself. She couldn’t quite pull it off, but by God she had chutzpah. While she cracked her whip and threw out cheesecake poses the part of audience that appreciated craftsmanship over a slender frame cheered all the more. Sylvia had spirited her away almost the moment she’d come off the stage and “awarded” Evvie into blissful unconsciousness. Along with a miniature tornado of mind-blowing sex, the prize for ‘bravest cosplayer’ included a supermodel body that no longer needed a corset to pull off the hottest catwoman imaginable. Oh, and Evvie had also gotten a big enough jolt of superpowers that this particular Catwoman could skip cracking safes and just fly away with the thing tucked under her arm after tearing it out of the wall. Any Batman that tangled with her was in for a super rude surprise.

After that first impetuous gift, she’d scolded herself, determined to wait until the presentations were actually over before she started handing out more superpowers willy nilly. She might have overdone it with Evvie, but she'd always been really welcoming every time Sylvia had crossed paths with her. She figured the worst that could happen was some ass-hats that used to make fun of her weight would find themselves hung up in a tree somewhere. Which would be making the world a better place as far as Sylvia was concerned.

Towards the middle of the show she’d singled out a basic but cleanly executed Jedi couple for ‘best newcomers’ because you always wanted to encourage the new players to come back. Her delicate Asian features perfectly complimenting the pseudo-Japanese styling of her sci-fi robes. Her long white hair was a rippling flag that left Sylvia lost in a maze when her telescopic vision kicked in. It wasn't a wig, but it must have been dyed because nobody could really have hair that color, did they? The woman also had wonderful, delicate footwork that made Sylvia’s breath catch just to watch her bound around the stage like a deer while whipping her lightsaber around her body. She might be new to cosplay, but she definitely knew her swordplay. It looked like she'd been doing kendo since she was a kid. Sylvia was sold. That and her grinning boyfriend looked like he’d respond well to a plot twist where his graceful apprentice suddenly became his sexy master. "Only a master of hotness, Darth." Sylvia giggled. Yeah, she was gonna be strong in more than just the ways of the Force when Sylvia was done with her. Lift an X-wing one handed? “There is no try…” She whispered, even as she clapped for the couple.

There should have been just one more winner in Sylvia’s private contest, but when a pair of actual twins took to the stage in matching outfits as Good Supergirl/Evil Supergirl that rule went right out the window. While their faces were little more than average, their costumes were superior. They’d gone with the new movie style: glistening ‘chainmail’ fabric, lots of molded detailing that accentuated their narrow waists, and pleated skirts draped over pleasantly full hips. If it had been just one Supergirl she might have passed. 'I mean, making a Supergirl super is just a bit on the nose, don't you think?' But taken together they dominated the newly invented ‘yeah, but that’s just too fucking hot not to’ category. They'd earned a two-for-one group discount.

Once the judges withdrew for voting on the official contest, things turned into more of a regular party. Sylvia absconded with her lucky winners and started handing out the prizes, beginning with the twins. The fact that she loved having both tits sucked at the same time almost certainly having nothing to do with casting them for the 'extended edition'. Plus she may have gotten distracted by watching them grow. Any concern for their plain faces was washed away: tighter facial muscles and an absolutely flawless complexion did covereth a multitude of sins. As the silvery light inside her flowed into them, she'd only meant to bump their strength up to about five times normal and allow them to hover around a bit. Oops. Oh well. The difference between five and ten times their normal strength wasn't that big. They'd still have to work together to pick up a car. They'd also be more 'bullet resistant' than bulletproof. None of the winners would be getting unstoppable supervillainess-class upgrades. She wasn't going all out on people she'd only just met even if they were cosplayers, her peoples. Nobody who could sew like that was inherently evil!

But if those two got double the mojo she'd intended, well that just meant she needed to take her time with the Jedi too, right? Fair's fair. With her physical grace, Sylvia thought the Jedi was already one of the loveliest women there tonight. Why dial that up to eight when you could go to eleven? Maybe fourteen... Bad Sylvia, bad! Twenty then? Yeah, dials should go to twenty. Besides, there should be a grand prize right?

Even as the sex-stunned twins became gorgeous demigoddesses and Sylvia's rationalized her way to a truly powerful disturbance in the Force, Sophie was wandering the main floor. She was largely baffled by the effects of her own beauty. She had probably 40 slips of paper with phone numbers tucked into the copious tactical pockets of her spy costume as she ambled through the milling crowds, smiling and chatting innocently with anyone and everyone who worked up the courage to approach the beautiful but deadly Black Widow. She'd been to a costume party with Sylvia once, but it have been tiny compared to this, and she'd been far less noticeable then.

Bree’d had a few propositions herself but her performance earlier had scared off most of the lightweights. She'd already set her sights on a truly massive slab of meat in a suit of real metal armor. She’d spotted her knight almost as soon as they’d arrived. After the awards she was going to tear that armor off him piece by piece, then climb him like a mountain. To make up for wrecking his flimsy suit, of course. ‘What? You say that’s not tin foil? Sure feels like it to me,’ she thought to herself, clenching her hands as she anticipated the conquest. He was passably handsome, but mainly she wanted somebody big enough and strong enough to really appreciate what being vastly outclassed by her softest touch meant. He’d either love it, be terrified of her, or both and channeling her inner Jessica Jones at that moment, she didn’t give a damn which.

If Bree created currents in the crowd and Sophia was a small whirlpool, Sylvia stalked among the many attendees like a hungry T. Rex – nine tons of the biggest predator to ever walk the Earth, on the prowl and looking for MEAT. Sylvia would locked eyes with an appreciative young man in or out of costume, discretely drawing him to her on the patio at the back of the hall. Bree’d gotten worried when she kept coming back in alone, looking almost comically pleased with herself.

Bree tried to follow the next youth to succumb to her siren charms, but quickly lost sight of the pair. Walking into the gardens beyond the patio, she turned up a whole collection of passed-out men. They were laid out neatly in a secluded corner behind a fountain, each with the goofiest look on his face and hips still weakly humping the air as they dozed. There were rather more than she’d counted leaving with Sylvia. Power Girl had been busy getting busy.

There were a couple of women too, but they were all in costume. Superhumanly hot women, Bree realized. Not nearly so blessed as her mega-babe roomies but still impressive. One white haired beauty was entwined with a guy in a matching Star Wars costume and Bree thought she’d seen them together on stage earlier. She hadn’t been nearly as tall or sexy on stage...

“Oh Sylvia… What have you done!” she gasped more in amusement than real shock. She thought she heard Syliva’s distant laughter, high overhead answering her. The leggy bombshell in the skintight ‘sexy cat’ outfit had a costumed Batman tucked in one arm and a Spiderman in the other. Probably some joke there she was missing. While she was checking the pulse of the nearest body just to be sure things were still all fun and games, Sylvia dropped silently out of the sky, spread another drowsey conquest out on the grass at the end of the row, and then winked at Bree saucily before strolling back inside, the killer dinosaur looking to scarf down its next ‘happy meal’.

When she’d first found the pile Bree had thought her roomie had just been being polite to her discarded lovers, but looking again at the four not-exactly-average women sleeping in the middle of the mass she started to chuckle. Sylvia was building a nest for her baby birds. They'd wake to find they had incredibly tight, sexy bodies right out of their fantasies. She was just guessing, but going by her own experiences she kind of expected the four ladies would come to horny as hell. The guys sprawled around them might still be lusting after Sylvia in their fevered dreams, but they’d better learn to make do. Because their insatiable new playmates were gonna be way more than just a handful, and she didn’t mean their breasts. Sylvia had almost certainly given them powers too. Generous to a fault.

Bree looked more closely at the two remaining girls and almost fell over. "Oh come on, Sylvia… Supergirl-costumed TWINS? That just ain’t right…" She only had herself to blame though: she’d insisted Sylvia share. The identical sisters had been posed on their sides, back-to-back like a 3D mirror. Long smooth thighs lifted their red and black mini-skirts until the muscular globes of their flawless super butts were on full display, pressed against their sibling’s matching spheres in a cluster bomb of high power boo-tay. The sleeping “Supertwins” had groped around until they’d found guys snoring in arm’s reach and pulled two lucky bastards right up to their extravagant chests like they were cuddling teddy bears.

Bree snorted. Those guys absolutely no chance of escaping that dainty iron grip. They were gonna wake up from sex with Power Girl to a face full of overstretched ‘S’ logo. She really wanted to watch the drama unfold as four sex-starved uber girls woke up in an all you can eat man-buffet. But she still had some armor to wreck and a mountain to climb. Then she expected and required her great big husky knight to bang her like a screen door in a windstorm. She couldn’t let Sylvia have all the fun, after all.

Suffice it to say a lot of people were having a super night.

But destiny is a horny little minx. Probably why it liked Sylvia so much.

Sylvia was so proud of her display of self-control and feeling so clever about the little 'winners circle' she was building out back that she wasn't nearly paying attention to what she was doing inside the hall. Looking over her shoulder trying to spot Sophie, she walked right in to someone. Sylvia's superbody claimed right of way and the victim tumbled to the floor like she'd been hit by a loaded mine cart. Sylvia rushed over and pulled her to her feet, nearly forgetting to not use her superspeed she was so embarrassed. She started to apologize in a garbled rush of words before she did a double take, still holding the girl's hand.

She was a staggering beauty. The kind you said a little prayer to all the spirits of needle and thread when one deigned to join the mere mortals in playing dress up. The kind you wanted to wrap up in a hundred hours of your work and see how good your craft could really look. She had incredibly long straight blonde hair, but it was no wig. Her locks flowed down over a pale elfin face that Sylvia would have killed for only that morning. Like, actual murder. From the top of her slender neck down she was clad in a skin-tight blue bodysuit that showed off a long lithe figure that made Sylvia suddenly doubt that she was the prettiest woman here. Sexiest certainly, but maybe not prettiest. Sylvia felt her geek credibility slipping away as it took her fuzzy brain long moments to recognize the darker blue geometric markings. Not Evangelion. Cortana? No, that's not right. D. Va? Why couldn't she identify it?!

Seeing her confusion, the girl silently raised Sylvia's hand like they were dancing and twirled beneath it once, still never letting go. Letting her work it out for herself with no hints or clues but the details of costume itself. As the pattern of pink lights across her back came into view Sylvia had it at last. Ah! Samus Aran. The Zero Suit if she hadn't gone completely stupid. No, wait! She'd combined both versions of the Zero suit into an incredible hybrid that had inherited the best qualities of both its parents. A custom job that truly evoked the essence of the character. Here was a master cosplayer after her own heart!

Friends had encouraged Sylvia to have a go at Samus Aran months ago, being one of those heroines less demanding in the bust department, but looking at the softly sinuous wave that ran from this woman's shoulders to waist, hips to knees, she realized she'd never have done it justice. 'Not like you!' Sophie's earlier cry of adoration echoed in her mind.

"I'm really sorry to have bumped into you." Sylvie belatedly offered. Feeling more and more like her old awkward, horny self.

The young woman clasped her slack hand tight and gave her an incredibly regal nod in conjunction with half curtsey. She seemed complete unfazed that Sylvia towered more than foot over her. In fact the difference in their size was so dramatic if it had started raining she could have taken a step closer and ducked her head to stay completely dry, sheltered by Sylvia's rack.

"No, no. My bad. Really, I'm ashamed I let you sneak up on me like that. Everyone's talking about you! Karen Starr, The Power Girl, and in Adam Hughes Style because my God why wouldn't you? You do it so well! You're gonna win first prize tonight." The girl gushed enthusiastically, her smile warming Sylvia the way a certain silvery nugget had. Then she smirked conspiratorially at Sylvia. "But you already know that."

Sylvia could hear the girl's heart pounding furiously. Kind of like her own heart was.

"Only because I'm not competing against you!" Sylvia assured her magnanimously, still trying to catch her breath. She looked her up and down again, wanting to burn the sight into her retinas. The more Sylvia looked, the more there was to see. The suit was actually made from three different materials, giving it strategically different degrees of shine and texture. The center panel in the front was faintly translucent, letting you just barely perceive the play of light and shadow over the inner flanks of her all natural B-cup breasts. Karen hadn't used a scrap of foam padding at all.

"How...? Why weren't you up there?" she demanded. flicking her chin at the stage. Silently she added '...because you'd already be a god by now if you had...' Out loud she went on: "I mean, your costume is amazing!" Gazing at her, Sylvia had the feeling everybody had missed out on something special. Well, ok, maybe the twins had gotten the better part of the deal, because this girl would have bumped them off the top of the 'just too fucking hot not to' list easily. You had to have nerves of frozen steel to wear that in public, and Karen's creation had gone way past ordinary levels of enticing. That stitching! Her outfit was so absolutely close-up ready. It made Sylvia want to inspect her very close up.

"I can't. My dad's one of the judges." She made a soft little pout and suddenly Sylvia just wanted to scoop her up and turn that frown upside down. And maybe inside out. The look of disappointment vanished in a flash, burned away by a cheery disposition that could not be extinguished, even by a twist of fate that had unknowingly cost her superpowers. She looked up at Sylvia's big blue eyes. "Hi, my name's Karen too. Not Starr though. Karen Knight." Then with that same courtly grace she lifted Sylvia's hand to her lips. Sylvia expected her to kiss it, but instead Karen's red tongue darted out and licked Sylvia, tasting her.

"Sylvia Shannon..." At least she'd manage to get her own name right! Wow. It was like meeting your sexy evil twin. Or maybe Karen was the good twin, because Sylvia was thinking very wicked thoughts just then. Twenty-four hours ago if she'd met Karen she'd do anything to get into her good graces and hang out. A day later pretty much nothing had changed. Other than that Sylvia had a lot more to offer. But what?

Karen released her hand, mostly so she could run both of hers down over her body, smoothing out any wrinkles after her tumble and making Sylvia's eyes bulge out at the same time. "I'm just glad somebody as good at this as you are likes it. I was really pleased with how it came out. There is just one problem with it though..." She put a hand flat on the top of her head then lifted it up to almost even with the top of Sylvia's head, measuring the difference in their heights. "She's supposed to be six-foot three. I'd have to stand on box to be that tall!" Her laugher was apparently hot enough melt steel, because Sylvia's loins were liquefied.

Sylvia nearly blurted out "I can fix that!" The universe was just egging her on, now. She felt like Destiny had walked up and Gibs-smacked her on the back of the head. "You missed one, dummy!"

Realizing she had to say something, she searched for any clue what would please Karen. Cosplayer, sure, but she obviously also liked sci-fi... So maybe...

"Hey... Do you want to fly to the moon?" Sylvia asked timidly. It might be a terrible pick up line, but it wasn't a metaphor. Sylvia was so turned on by this girl she was about ready to blast into orbit. That Karen wasn't already flying through space under her own power right now was a crime against... against something. Sylvia's brain wasn't working quite right. Apparently she'd just walked into a great big friendly blob of her personal Kryptonite. Shiny bright blue kryptonite.

'Samus' looked her up and down with an appraising eye that made Sylvia want to puff out her chest just a little bit more. Made her want to look down and check if she'd let one stitch fall out of place during all her roughhousing tonight. Damn it, those narrowed searching eyes made her want to be better that she already was. Which was nearly impossible.

Then the smile was back, revealing that any hesitation or harsh judgment on Karen's part was just a joke. "With you? Any time. How about now? You busy?"

That was all the informed consent Sylvia was going to wait for. 'Self-control' and 'a three prize limit' could die in a fire. Actually, they already had. The pair of costumed beauties vanished in a blast of wind that wasn't any kind of accidental use of superspeed.

Sylvia delivered them into to an elevator car that had been closed for maintenance. She'd scouted it out an hour ago, thinking she might need somewhere private without actually leaving the building.

Karen didn't even ask, entirely unconcerned the world had flickered around her, all her focus on Sylvia. Instead of small talk like 'gee, you're fast', she reached up to put a hand on Sylvia's shoulder and with all the agility her sleek body implied she lifted a foot up onto one of the elevator's hand rails like a dancer stretching. Swiveling her hips between those two fixed points she was able to swing her whole body up so she was actually looking down on Sylvia, ready to do push-ups on those broad, powerful shoulders. Her arms bent, lowering her face to kiss the taller girl on the lips.

Wondering which one of them was more crazy, Sylvia felt Karen's tongue darting around in her mouth like a fish, probing and poking the lurking shark that was her stronger-than-steel tongue. Karen's tongue pulled back, startled, and Sylvia could taste the faintest trace of blood.

Karen's face lifted away as she straightened her arms. "Hah! Didn't need a box that time! And wow, your tongue is rough." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and Sylvia saw see one side was a darker pink were it had brushed hard against her own. "I bet you could..." Karen's eyes narrowed with naughty glee.

Almost without warning Karen sprang off of the handrail, her folding knees trapping the narrowest part of Sylvia's wasp waist so she could kneel on the bones of Sylvia's wide hips. Meanwhile she'd pulled her torso forward and up with her arms until she was pressing one of her breasts right in Sylvia's face, her flat abdomen wrapped forward around the costumed Power Girl's rather expansive front lawn.

Even with superspeed Sylvia had her hands full just trying to keep up. What was Karen thinking?!? That move would have sent anyone else crashing to the floor, probably breaking an arm and a leg along the way.

"Ohh, Sylvie! Lick my little breasts. Right through the suit! Lick and lick and lick and set my titties free!"

Sylvia's laugh was muffle by sweater meat. Karen's breasts weren't that small, if you didn't try to compare them to hers. She'd certainly put her breasts in enough faces lately she couldn't rightly complain. But as much as she wanted taste Karen's freely given body and lick her tiny nipples until they were raw, she couldn't bring herself to ruin that beautiful costume.

Sensing her dilemma Karen whispered, "Just wreck it. I'll make another. I want to feel your tongue all over me... in me..."

"Yes, ma'am," Sylvia purred, finally clear on who was going to lead, for now.

Sylvia burrowed into Karen's breast, wearing away the costume until a pale crescent of white flesh was revealed. Tearing through fabric and vinyl without scouring the bright pink nipple beneath took exquisite control that helped remind Sylvia just how awesome she'd become. Karen crowed, "I knew you were the real thing! As soon as you stepped on that stage, I knew it. Ooohhh! That's so good! Now the left." More of the costume disappeared.

Having taste-tested both sides, Sylvia was about to inform her that she was 100% delicious when Karen spun around her torso again like some sort of judo master or maybe a python, forcing Sylvia to grab her before she fell head first... and not so accidentally pulling them both into a standing 69.

Moments later Sylvia was the one being taste tested and all signs were Karen thought she was delicious too. But Karen wasn't done yet. Still inverted with Sylvia's arms clasped around her middle, she started to spread her legs, doing the splits wider and wider until her toes brushed the opposite walls of the elevator car, her blue-clad crotch square in Sylvia's face.

Sylvia was as overwhelmed by Karen's acrobatics as she was at the smell of sex right under her nose. Karen's buttocks tightened and her plump nether-lips surged forward to boop Sylvia on the nose as if to say 'I'm right here, silly. Hurry up, already!'

'Good grief,' Sylvia thought 'This girl doesn't even have superpowers yet and she's already kicking my ass at sex!'

"Ok, you crazy rabbit... Time to level the field. And I mean burn everything to the ground. Prepare to be destroy- oh, fuck! That tickles!" So much for her big 'I'm a superhero and you're not' speech: Karen's tongue was very distracting.

Still, she was the one with superpowers. Time to lead. Sylvia's feet left the ground and she curled around Karen the same way the smaller girl had wrapped her body around Sylvia until they were one big levitating tangle of long limbs and blonde. Karen had a hell of a head start working Sylvia into a wailing orgasm but still it only took Sylvia a whole ninety seconds of Tongue-Zilla rampaging through Karen's inner Tokyo before Karen had screamed herself hoarse with pleasure. The city's G-spot district would never recover from the devastation left behind by the slick pink monster's attack. Then Sylvia abandoned all pretense of being limiting to human sex and gave Karen a solid minute of full contact goddess-grade pleasuring. Not just for Karen's sake, but so she could finally TOUCH every part of Karen's sweet body with hands that had been aching to do so since she'd first pulled the girl back to her feet.

Karen had drifted into euphoric unconsciousness but Sylvia kept it up another minute just to be sure she wasn't playing possum. Something told her this girl was tricksy.

Karen woke up cradled in Sylvia's arms, the two of them laying on the elevator floor together. With a gentle finger Sylvia turned her chin so she could look in her eyes. She started to speak but Karen cut her off.

"Best. Elevator Sex. Ever. And I don't think we even changed floors, did we? I didn't see you press any buttons. ...on the elevator, anyway..." Her hand lifted to cup her bare breast and she let out a moan of remembered pleasure.

Sylvia burst into giggles, unable to concentrate on the 'serious business' she'd meant to be the tone for this conversation. But eventually she managed to stop Karen from tickling her and making her laugh too hard to speak. Strangely, for all her exuberance, Karen seemed to know exactly when to stop playing and listen. Another way she was just perfect.

"Karen? I want you to, well, to suck my breasts. It'll give you powers." Sylvia almost whispered. She knew something was up, because this was the first time she was asking instead of just doing. Karen had claimed a little corner of her heart. Or a birdhouse in her soul. She always got those mixed up.

"Like yours?" Karen asked, thoughtfully skipping past suspicion and disbelief.

"A little. They're different for everybody, I think. But usually like mine."

"I'll be able to fly?"

"Like an angel."

"Hah! Then I'll tickle you with my feathers!"

"Maybe you will. Because I've gotta warn you. It'll change your body too. Into whatever you want, hopefully."

"That part I guessed."

Sylvia's head jerked back slightly. "Really?"

"You can't have always looked like this, right? You're something out of a dream. Believe me, I'm not afraid of looking more like you."

"I don't think you're afraid of anything."

"Boop!" Karen reached up and booped her on the nose with a wink. "Just promise me one thing."

"I... If I can." Right now she'd do anything for this girl. She realized this must be what Bree's day had been like, thinking you're the hero in your own story and then finding out your role was chiefly to pass along this wonderful power to the next amazing soul. This was going to be Karen's best day ever as much as any of them!

"Promise you'll always let me go. No 'good bye's, just 'until next time'." Then she snuggled around in Karen's arms until she was able to put her head to Sylvie's breast. Waiting for an answer.

"I will. I promise. ...But why?" They were so good together.

"I'm all turbulence. The wind and the rain. A great reason to stay inside and drink hot cocoa." She reached up and laid her hand on Sylvia's chest, above her breast where she could feel the beating of Sylvia's powerful heart directly against her palm. "You're the sun. You shine so brightly people will need to see you. It's better if clouds like me come and go." Then she dipped her head forward and took her Sylvie's nipple in her mouth and began to suck.

Definitely a bird house in her soul.

This time when Karen's head snapped back, it put a crater in the wall panel. Had she thought fifteen times stronger was a good limit? Because right now there wasn't anything Sylvia wanted more than to feel Karen's tongue inside her again a hundred times stronger! No a thousand! She clutched Karen's head with unspoken need and pulled it deep into her breast. At the same time Sylvia reached down into the galaxy inside her. Where she'd fed the other girls at the masquerade maybe a star or to, and had given her roomies whole constellations to round out what the fictionite had already done, this time she ripped off a whole spiral arm and crammed it into Karen's lovely, waiting body. Filling it with power second only to her own. So much power that even she was slightly diminished by the offering. All that she could give, really.

The reaction was immediate. This 'Samus' might not be able to roll up into an armored ball, but there were several parts of Karen that were becoming much more spherical. Dammit. Overdid it again! Another non-canon XXX character. Another heroine remade by the artist's love of sexy womanly power. What was the world cumming to? -er, coming to.

As power like no other filled Karen, she actually started to glow. Her swelling body lifted into the air balloon-like. Starting at the toes and working towards her blissful face the same way Sophie's had. But where Sophie had clung to Sylvia by the lips, Karen drifted away in silent exultation, her long limbs taking the pose of the Spirit of Ecstasy, lifted by an unseen wind in the middle of the elevator car. Another of Sylvia's fleeting desires made manifest. Was Karen made for her? Or her for Karen? Was all her good fortune just a piece of some Rube Goldberg device that was ever and always destined to make Karen the Goddess she deserved to be?

And again unlike her roommates, Karen was a seamstress. Her blue costume was rebuilding itself before Sylvia's eyes. Sylvia had left it in tatters but now slick blue material flowed up her body like she was sinking into a pool of perfect costume. Every thread formed from her azure glow, the whole outfit was as invulnerable as the wearer herself. It filled Sylvia with same surprised pleasure as seemingly everything Karen did. Here was one of her most dearly held wishes she'd missed. Maybe Karen could make one for her!

"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Karen opened her eyes and arched her back, letting out a great long sigh of pleasure, like emerging from a hot bath. Surprising Sylvia again when she didn't immediately inspect herself. She simply trusted Sylvia's embrace would make her perfect. Karen wondered if she still had twins on the brain: Karen's body was nearly a match for her own. Only more liquid, her curves slippery and more graceful, retaining that sinuous line that had told her self-control to go take a long walk off a short pier. She had a wider waist and narrower hips, but that just added to the sense the she was a flowing river, a dancer to Sylvia's athlete. Karen wouldn't need to stand on a soap box for them to see eye to eye any more, either. She was envy-of-amazons tall too. Perfect for Sylvia to press against her from lips to ankles...

"What now?" Sylvia asked, truly at a loss for what came next. Other than her roommates, she'd never intended to stick around and face the consequences of her infectious good fortune. Still, just sitting and looking at Karen for while seemed like a promising start.

"Well, I think the best thing right now is that you get back out there and get ready to receive you award."

That made sense, but she noticed the emphasis on 'you'. "What about you?"

"I think I'm gonna take you up on your original offer. But I promise I'll find you after."

Before Sylvia could puzzle out what that meant, Karen cupped her breasts in her hands and began rubbing them in circles, going faster and faster until any top but hers would have torn to sheds and then caught fire. "Oh... Oh... Oh.... OOHH!" Her whole body was coiling in now as she gathered every iota of power and strength at her command. A shimmering haze surrounded her, sparkling with rainbow glints of light.

Wait... What had she said to Karen at first? She'd been so smitten she could hardly remember.

"Aaaaannd YEEESS!" Karen crowed with joy, the aura of light unfolded in the a maze of crystalline light, sketching wings in the air around her.

Suddenly she was gone. The top of the elevator disappeared in a focused explosion that had broken glass, frizzy elevator cables and the occasion structural beam that had torn loose, all following Karen up through a second hole she'd blasted through the top of the elevator shaft. The lengthening string of debris was failing in its chase as the shimmering blue streak made a mad dash for the upper atmosphere, the shockwave of Karen's multi-Mach orgasm punching circular holes in the clouds.

"Oh, right. You're gonna fly to the Moon." She slapper her own forehead with a meaty 'whack!' that probably would have felled a good sized tree. "D'uh." Then Sylvia wondered how long that would take, because she missed her already.

"Until next time, Karen Knight." She whispered and wondered if goddesses were still allowed to cry.
When the judges finally reappeared a certain sow-like Gina got to spend the rest of the evening looking utterly scandalized: “Adam Hughes Power Girl” had won best costume by universal acclaim, with “The Deadly Black Widow” taking second and “Jessica Jones, PI” a solid third. A clean sweep for Sylvia’s creations. And really, no one had ever seen a better Power Girl. Sylvia’s victory smile was so radiant some of the men actually looked at her face. Occasionally. The cheering would have been louder, but Sylvia had noticeably thinned the herd and her biggest fans were outside sleeping it off in the arms of four angels.

As the standing ovation continued Sylvia was the only one who could hear the fun starting in the garden over the applause. Sylvia's 'grand prize' winner had woken up and despite a mound of willing partners eager to please, her attention was focused solely on the young man she'd arrived with. That heroic would-be Jedi knight knelt with one knee to the cool grass before the curvaceous dream girl that had replaced his lovely girlfriend. With solemn playfulness he inquired, “What is thy bidding, my Master?”

The white haired and very buxom Jedi-girl merely flicked her fingers at him, ripping his robes open without even touching them.

He just smiled as he felt the wave of Force pass over him, ruffling his hair. He had to be dreaming because the blonde angel he'd glimpsed coming at them before he'd passed out couldn't be real. And now there was a horny nymph with Kim's face standing over him, pushing him down onto his back while she adjusted her long slit dress. Clearly about to jump his bones. Pushing the long train of her costume to one side she dropped to her knees, her firm calves tickling his flanks before she settled her perfect butt cheeks on to his fully erect Shwartz, sliding him into herself with an ease the real Kim had never managed. Possibly because she'd never been so wet or eager before. Or tall. Well as tall as he was, he guessed. Hard to say from the ground. The whole time they'd been together he'd been almost too big for her and now dream Kim swallowed him whole without pause or complaint.

Kim saw his bemused expression as her slippery warmth engulfed him and knew what he had to be thinking. Except this was no dream. Whatever had happened to her when she'd blacked out after the final presentation, it was awesome. She'd woken up literally a new woman. But, she hadn't just grown five inches and filled out a hell of a lot more than that. There was a sense of energy inside her waiting to be tapped. Shaped. Played with! She felt supercharged from head to toe and Chris had no idea how bad she was going to fuck his brains out. She'd woken up first and had already discovered some wonderful changes that went way beyond her looks. He hadn't notice the hand-sized chunk she'd torn out of the edge of the nearby fountain just trying to sit up. Or seen her hold that chunk of solid marble in her hands in growing awe, closing her palms around it like shutting a book, white dust dribbling down as she crushed the stone more easily than Styrofoam. Best of all, she'd been so excited by her new strength she'd started unconsciously kneading her equally new masses of sweater meat. Then she really squeezed, discovering SHE was much firmer than the stone had been. But there had been so much more, too, including her speed having become as incredible as her strength...

“Your master? Me?" she purred. "I like the sound of that." She leaned forward over him, her heavy breasts just barely contained by her mist-grey top and gently tickling his chest. "But really, I just wanted to show you somebody finally fixed my hyperdrive”, she looked at him slyly, lips almost but not quite touching his. Suddenly her hips were beating up and down on his shaft so rapidly everything past her pretty face and firm shoulders became a soft blur. Her silky dress was billowing upward in the wind she was generating. His eyes went wide and he bit his lip trying to stifle a scream of pleasure. His whole body arched, pushing up into her even as she plunged down on to him. He tried to sit up, to take some measure of control but she held him down like a child, not the slightest hint of strain in the muscles of her arms as she pinned his shoulders to the grass using only her fingertips, making it clear she really was the Master now. Chris might be pretty strong for a guy, but compared to her, he was downright puny.

Chris wasn't the only one having a good time either. Kim's eyes rolled up in her head almost immediately even though she still kept impaling herself on him twenty times a second. She moaned passionately, her voice carrying a strange echoing quality as her diaphragm vibrated along with her hips.

“Stay on target. Stay on target!” He hissed and her answering laughter was liquid gold as she felt a third 'hyperdrive' orgasm rip through her. The rise and fall of her hips slowed to a merely human cadence before she paused, already eager to try something new. She released her grip on his shoulders and straightened her back. "Use the Force, Kim" she whispered and made an urgent lifting gesture with her palms up. Just as she hoped, she rose into the air, her long legs uncoiling into a wide inverted ‘V’ above him like ceiling beams supporting a peaked roof. The he rose up too, his still horizontal body hanging in the empty space defined by her spread thighs and pointed toes, his up thrust cock less than an inch away from her waiting lips.

Chris's arms flailed behind him for a moment as the ground fell away. But looking up at this aggressive, dominant version of Kim made him like this dream better and better. The idea of making love to such a powerful woman made him harder than he'd ever been and the smile she gave him said she could sense the difference even without looking down. He reached up, hooking his hands into the swell at the top of her hips and tried to pull himself up into her, but lacking any other leverage, he realized 'Master' held all the cards now.

Kim leered down at Chris over firm G-cups that hadn’t been there when they’d left the house. “Join with me!" she said in her deepest voice and raising a clenched fist before making cute little breathy 'respirator noises'. His whole body lifted and he slide into her like a key into a lock, every curve and knob of his 'lightsaber' gripped in unimaginably firm muscle. But she couldn't keep a straight face long at such an obvious double meaning. "And together we’ll rule the galaxy as… oh nevermind!” Her arms shot up, fingers splayed wide like she was holding up the sky. The invisible grip of her will tightened on his body like a net. Now it was his hips that became almost a blur as she worked him deep into her hungry pussy using only the power of the Force. His body was just along for the ride now, her living dildo. But what a ride!

"You're not my father!" He declared, running his hands over her strong thighs, measuring the narrowness of her waist and pressing against the firmly packed tightness of her overfilled top. That made his eyebrow quirk for a moment. Strange dream: someone had retailored the dress they'd made together to just barely fit her new figure... Then all his analytical skills vanished when her small hands fell to cup the back of his, pressing him deeper into her flesh, encouraging him to rub and tweak and tease her body as hard as he could. The more he pressed and squeezed and even clawed at her, the more excited she got. He raked his nails down her bare thighs and froze, fearing he'd gone too far even for a dream, but then he looked at her legs and realized nothing he was doing was leaving the slightest mark on her. 'Holy shit... what kind of crazy dream was this?' It made sense he'd dream Kim was some kind of Jedi. But why was she invulnerable? And so strong too? It was like he was mixing his genres... and actually it was pretty damn hot, he admitted.

Master Kim continued puppet-master his lower body relentlessly, driving his hips against her aching crotch with the urgency of a locomotive making up for lost time. With every bludgeoning stroke she instinctively shifted her gasping boyfriend's cock until she found the exact angle that pleased her incredible new body best... and then she really sped things up! She arched back in an explosive burst of ecstasy, lifting her face towards the watching stars. “If you only... knew the power... of my Dark Side!” she moaned, willing her bodice to burst into tatters for dramatic effect, setting her jiggling breasts free. She felt Chris exploding helplessly in her quivering vagina, and that was it for her. Her pussy jumped to hyperspace again, and without careful calculations she flew right through a star AND bounced too close to a super nova! Not at like dusting crops at all, boy.

Time passed, but Kim had no idea how much. Only that it had been the longest orgasm of her life. There was a Kessel Run joke in there, but she let it go. She stretched luxuriously still in midair, not even winded after four of the best orgasms she'd ever had. "Time for episode five, handsome... You know, the GOOD one!" Kim whispered playfully. Puzzled by the absence of a reply to her joke, she looked down to find her lover unconscious. "Not cool, Chris." She muttered, not realizing just how much stamina she'd gained or how long they'd been at it floating over the gardens.

Maybe he just needed a boost? Sensing him starting to soften within her even as she was just getting started, she slipped a rod of invisible force inside his flagging member, telekinetically inflating him until he was even harder than before. That got his attention! He looked up at her startled but also wide awake again, his penis inexplicably and painfully erect. “Hey there, lover," she whispered to him seductively. "No, you're not dreaming. But maybe I am."

He nodded. Not understanding, but not arguing either. He was definitely awake and Kim had become some kind of Super-Jedi... and the love she had for him surrounded them like a soft golden light.

She smiled, seeing that he believed in her, even if she could still barely believe it herself. "Plus the story’s never over until the Death Star explodes.” Grabbing his hands and guiding them back to her breasts she closed her eyes and he felt his hips resume their mechanical-bull bucking without any conscious action on his part. “In this case the ‘Death Star’ being ME!”

"Whatever- you- say- ...Princess." He managed between gasps, smiling weakly up at her.

"I think you were right the first time, you scoundrel. Call me 'Master'." She giggled, taking the sting out of her words.

That was a deal he'd happily take. "Yes, my Master. Now let's blow this thing and go home. It's kind of cold up here." They'd continued to slowly rise and now she was straddled over him like a tree branch, high enough to see over the tops of the buildings and almost all the way to the river winding through the twinkling heart of the city.

A hundred feet below and half a block sideways Sylvia giggled. “D'awww... My kind of geeks.”

With midnight drawing near, things were starting to wind down inside and the afterparty out back was starting to get loud. Something about twins, a juggling act, mandatory audience participation, and not a bowling pin in sight. Sylvia decided to call it a night, almost afraid she'd turn into a pumpkin at the final tolling of the bell. She'd have been convinced this was all a Cinderella story except Bree was about the last person you expect in the role of fairy godmother. She was about to start searching for her when the missing ‘Jessica Jones’ stumbled back into the main room as if on cue. Her clothes looked like a train had hit her …and lost, if her grin was any indication. There were little fragments of torn steel caught in her wig and stuck in her tattered jacket. Sylvia decided she wasn’t even gonna ask. She staggered up to Sylvia and put a hand on her shoulder for support as much as companionship. "Screen door!" she announced happily and Sylvia was doubly sure she wasn't gonna ask. They rounded up Sophie who admitted she might have let it slip she could fly once she’d cornered her own chosen paramour of the evening. Sylvia was not surprised. It was a bad night for armor (and a good night for armor wearers) when Sophie had finally gone off with a helmetless but very persistent Iron Man who was almost as cute as Robert Downey Jr. himself. That is, assuming her Tony Stark had even noticed his ass was pressed against the ceiling and not the floor while her long red hair hung ‘up’ and not down in his inverted perspective. He’d seemed a little distracted after she’d picked him up one handed and started peeling him.

Quietly as they'd come, the trio slipped away, award plaques in hand and only a handful of new super girls knew how right the judges were about Sylvia being the Best. Power Girl. Ever.

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...nausea, dizziness, devastating orgasms, and some swelling. Prolonged exposure may result in death, deification, or the end of the world as we know it. Keep out of reach of children. NSFW.

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Was he really doing this?

Yeah. Yeah, he was. Because Candace deserved to be a goddess. Because he desperately wanted to fuck said goddess. And because for the last year, goddesses had been REAL.

It had started at a dance party only about ten miles down the ridgeline from here. A whole pool full of college girls had metamorphosed into super-babes. Twenty co-eds who’d emerged from the waters as spectacular Naiadss: sleek, sexy, tall, and if the rumors were true, absolutely insatiable. Two of them, the now world-famous Deniken sisters, had become full-blown goddesses: close to eight feet tall, incredibly strong, and brain-lockingly gorgeous.

There’d been something in the pool. Foamy, fizzy, and miraculous. Some chemistry nerds at the party had managed to set off the effect at another party using water taken from the original pool, transforming another dozen girls (including the nerds’ very grateful new girlfriends...). But that was the last of that. Whatever it was, it had become either too diluted or had spoiled. Nobody else had any success. The rumor was the original mystery ingredient X was called “Seventh Heaven” but where and how it had gotten that name or found its way into the pool was as elusive as the magic formula itself. Certainly, the twin goddesses didn’t know or they weren’t telling. The FBI had been very persistent about questioning everyone involved. But even the G-Men hadn't been able to spin it as a terrorist attack or national security threat.

He popped the lid off the milkshake, opened his car door to pour out a small quantity on the driveway to make space, then poured in the vial of shimmering meta-drug. He could have drunk the excess, but it was strawberry, and he hated strawberry. The opalescent fluid had a strong red hue, which is what made him think of mixing it with strawberries in the first place.

Still nervous at what he was planning, he put the lid back on. Candace was the only person in the house that would even think about drinking anything strawberry flavored, so no worries about getting the cups confused. He’d brought chocolate for himself and the Brat. Had to make it look natural, that he’d just brought over burgers and shakes for everybody. Turkey burger for the skinny brat. Candace’s younger sister was thin as a rail and would probably stay that way forever. Even at 19, the girl had a metabolism like a blast furnace.

Four months after the two legendary pool parties things had gotten really crazy in La La Land. Seventh Heaven was replaced by Magic Eight-Ball. Eight-Ball looked like liquid opals. The stuff was unmistakable, which was good because it sold for around six-thousand dollars a dose and seemed impossible to counterfeit. If you paid for Eight-Ball, you got Eight-Ball.

It was the ultimate new party drug. If you were a guy, you got a sweet, mellow buzz and a dick made of steel for about six hours. You were also a sexual titan and the ladies couldn’t resist you. Pheromones or something. If you were a woman you got the same great buzz, were hornier than six sluts at Fleet Week, and you got the full ‘sexy nymphette make-over’. Pop that in the middle of the dance floor and you were the uncontested goddess of the scene. $6,000 was nothing to own the night like that. Plus you got to keep the body.

Justin climbed out of the car and walked up to the Moore house. He was really going to do this. Candace Moore was infatuated with Eight-Ball and the Naiads as much as he was. More, really. She was pretty, but who could look at any of those girls and not be jealous? She’d told him more than once she’d jump at the chance to try it, despite the risks...

Eight-ball had... side-effects. Well, more like ‘effects’, because ‘it might kill you’ wasn’t exactly a side-effect. Some of the women who took it got more than just the make-over. They got... powers. All the transformed women were strong. Very strong. At minimum three times stronger than they ought to be and sometimes five or six times stronger than normal. A few were bulletproof (the cops had thought that was a barrel of laughs.... Not). Enhanced reflexes were also a fairly common alternative. Three of the new naiads could hover up toe a dozen feet above the ground, almost able to fly! Whoever was making the stuff was either a huge comic book fan or they were making Eight-Ball out of alien blood or something. No one knew. The dealers were like ghosts. The manufacturer even more so.

The problem was if you got powers instead of just beauty, the powers usually burned you up from the inside. You'd have somewhere between ten minutes and three hours. Hence the name “magic eight-ball”. Roll it over and you could get all kinds of answers, from "Hey, you're just crazy sexy now" all the way up to “enjoy your 15-minute rampage, because you’re already dead.” It killed about one in eight women who took it, and there were parts of the city that were still being rebuilt from where they’ve gone out with a bang.

He didn't get more than two steps through the door before he'd been spotted. So much for laying out lunch in secret.

“Hey, Justin...” Jessie announced sexily. “That smells good. What’d ya bring me?”

Candace’s younger sister. “The brat.“ Because everything was about her, as far as Jessie was concerned. That Justin hadn’t just collapsed into her arms the moment she'd batted her eyelashes at him was one of life’s great injustices.

Justin had to admit, if you’d never met her and had only seen her in pictures, Jessie was strictly speaking more beautiful than her older sister. Slender but still womanly. But after about three minutes of exposure to her acid personality and you knew that the older sister was the keeper. Blonde, sweet-tempered, and with just enough of a wild side to keep you guessing, Justin knew Candace was his soulmate. He’d brought Cee something BETTER than eight-ball. The woman had called it ‘cloud nine’ and assured him that it was much, much more predictable. Almost rampage-free. Same opal shimmer but with a ruby glaze. God, the new stuff even looked sexy. He’d heard rumors about the next generation of Eight-Ball starting to appear but to actually score some...

She snapped her fingers twice. “Earth to Justin. I said ‘what’d ya bring me?’”

If it were just a picture, yeah, Jessie did know how to look good. Today she was wearing a bikini, sorta. The bottom piece was a narrow red scrap of cloth that covered little more than the absolute minimum, secured with yellow laces over her slender hips. You couldn’t say it ‘covered her modesty’ because Jessie hadn't been born with one of those. The top was a single broad piece of blue cloth tied over the soft rise of her slight bosom, the famous Superman ‘S’ printed on it, centered on her chest.



Justin rolled his eyes. “You know, you could try being more like your sister.”

“What? We’re both into you. We’re practically twins!”

“I meant ‘be nice’.”

Jessie blew him a raspberry, showing off her pink tongue before she licked her lips and sniffed. “Turkey burger?”

He set the bags of food and drinks on the kitchen counter. Little did he know the nanites in the Cloud Nine were already waking up. Finding themselves surrounded by ice cream, they began to slowly multiply until the cup contained something like five times the normal dosage, all of the tiny molecular engines fully charged with sugar-fuel and ready to go to work. Accelerated human evolution in a Styrofoam cup.

He took a long, lingering look at the ‘special’ shake. Soon now. "Super Candace" would make Jessie look like a twig. That Superman top would be so appropriate on Cee’s newly rounded breasts... Then he glanced back at Jessie almost guiltily. “On top, I think. Should have a ‘T’ on it. Now scram. I gotta talk to Cee.” Just to rub it in a little, he added, “Adult stuff.”

Her eyebrows came down like a castle gate. 'Adult stuff', indeed! Justin and her sis were only five years older! She gave him ‘The Look’. “My revenge will be spoken of in hushed whispers for a generation.”

“Heh. That’s funny, kiddo.” He ruffled her hair, trying to take the sting out of his earlier comment. Even after she became a goddess, Cee wasn’t going to abandon Jessie. The Brat was just part of the package he had signed up for. Family, ain’t it great?

She looked up at him from under his outstretched hand. “Not as funny as the fact you think I’m kidding.” She smiled at him sweetly, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

Justin headed upstairs, eager to invite Candace down and get lunch started. He was already as hard as if he’d taken some Eight-Ball himself just thinking about her growing in his arms...

Jessie stood alone in the kitchen. She’d been planning to get some sun out by the pool and with Justin in full mushy-mushy mode, she didn’t see any reason to change those plans. She’d find some way to punish him later.

...Or maybe start on that right now. ‘I’ll show him I can be more like my sister.’ She thought with an evil smirk. She ignored the chocolate shake meant for her and snatched the unattended strawberry milkshake off the counter. ‘Serves him right, thinking I’m just a kid. Sis hates chocolate, and he’ll look like such a dufus when that's all that's left...’

She dug out her burger - on the bottom because the universe is a prick - and strolled out the back through tall glass doors.

Justin took the stairs two at a time as he trotted up to Candace’s room on the second floor. The sisters and their whole family were loaded. The girls had their own house for years with their parents living six houses down on the same very expensive hillside block.

Her door was cracked, so he gently pushed it open, thinking to surprise her. He could hear her smart TV re-running some interview with one of the Deniken Twins.

Candace, or ‘Cee’ but never ‘Candy’ was in a sky-blue leotard stretching her leg on a rail. One whole wall of her enormous bedroom was mirrored and had a rail like a dance studio. Justin had never seen anything like it, but they’d made love pressed up against that cool glass enough times to know it had considerable advantages. Sometimes she’d do full splits up on the railing as he took her from behind, gazing with lust and love at each other’s reflection... He took a deep breath just remembering that day.

“Hey, lover!” She called out, pleased to see him. She was stretched over the rail right now, her long legs on full display. “What brings you around this fine Friday afternoon? I thought we weren’t gonna meet up until tomorrow night?” When they’d been planning to go club hopping again looking for someone who sold Eight-Ball. It had been a regular ritual for them almost as soon as the stuff had hit the scene. To say Candace was ‘obsessed’ was putting it gently.

“Can’t I bring the lovely ladies in my life some lunch? Max’s... You know you love it.”

“I do, but it goes straight to my ass.”

He stepped closer, pulling her to him and cupping her buttocks. “And such a sweet derriére it is, too.”

She snuggled against him, then arched back so she could poke him in the chest with her finger. “Sounds like you’re hungry for more than just the best pastrami burger this side of the valley, mister.”

He squeezed her ass again “Well... I do love nice buns. Come on. Lets eat!” He smiled.

“One more set.” She slid out of his grip and spread herself over the rail again in a posture that would have had Justin screaming in pain. She and Jessie had both been in ballet classes since they were kids. While neither of them were especially interested in performing, they both enjoyed the grace and tone it gave their bodies. The way it made men’s eyes follow their every step. Plus flexibility was fun in all kinds of ways...

As eager as he was to see what his big surprise would do for her and to her, watching her stretch in a skin-tight nothing was a damn fine way of passing the time. What a body! Laying all the changes a Naiad received over that was going to be... Candace would make a stunning goddess.

Candace saw him in the mirror drooling at her and felt a rush of warmth. He was so the one. She’d always had suitors. With her looks and money that was inevitable. But Jessie was always there tempting them. Most sisters would be pissed, she thought. But to Candace, her little sister was the perfect test. Jessie was just as pretty and as rich and way more aggressive. If Jess succeeded, the guy wasn’t worth her time anyway. Justin had passed that test with flying colors. Love was loyalty in her mind.

As she finished up her routine she turned away from the mirrored wall and asked, "So what's Jessie doing?"

"Sunbathing, I think."

"Ug. She's so pale all she ever does is burn. And then complain about her sunburn for a week. I don't know why she does that."

Justin looked at Candace's own radiantly golden skin and wisely decided to keep his mouth shut and shrug. If she didn't know by now, it wasn't his place to say.

Then she stood on tip-toe to kiss him and drew him after her back towards the stairs with a laugh. Their horseplay had them nearly falling down the stairs before they turned the corner to the dining area hand in hand and the Feast of Burgers was revealed.

Minus one very important cup.

“No, no, nooo...” Justin whined, horrified. “It was in the strawberry!” He leaned over the counter, hoping maybe it had just fallen off onto the floor. Even being splattered over the hardwood flooring was an improvement over gone. “Six thousand dollars...” he muttered, not realizing he was thinking out loud.

“What was ‘in the strawberry’? Candace asked archly. Then she heard him say ‘six thousand dollars’ and she knew.

“Oh. My. God! You were gonna slip me an Eight-Ball!”

Justin froze, busted. He turned to her, hands making calming gestures. “It was supposed to be a surprise...”

“Flowers are a surprise!” She was nearly yelling now. “Deadly potions are...” She didn’t even have the words.

“Romantic?” He suggested. “You told me so many times you’d love to be the one. To bubble up and become a Naiad, a goddess...” Seeing she wasn’t actually going to rip his head off, he went on, “Come on, Cee, I only had the money because you gave it to me and said ‘buy some’ if I ever got the chance...”

“I meant to buy it and bring it to me, not... Ok.” She took a deep breath and gave him a softer look. “Surprising me would actually have been amazing. But, Justin... There’s talk and there’s holding it in your hands and knowing it could kill you. I changed my mind. ...Actually, I... I scored some on my own about a week ago.”

Justin’s eyes went wide, both with shock and distress at her change of heart. “I- I didn’t know.” He’d meant to make her dreams come true, not kill her!

“I look at the bottle every night. I want to. You know I do. It would be soooo wonderful. But I just couldn’t bring myself to risk... You know, to lose you.” She paused, rubbing her popping ears. A car was driving by with the bass cranked way up, making the tall glass windows pulse rhythmically, like a giant’s breathing. “Being dead would suck, right?”

Now he smiled. “Well, maybe this time you’ll take the plunge.” he waved vaguely at the countertop covered in food bags. “The shake. It's not Eight-Ball, it's the new stuff. Cloud Nine. It’s supposed to be better. Safer...” Again he tried to reassure her he’d only wanted the best for her. For them. She’d know immediately what that meant — she knew way more about the stuff than he did.

Out in the back patio, he could hear Jessie yelling at something. Probably a passing drone trying to ogle her. Sometimes she really did seem to think the whole world was out to get her. He glanced out back and didn’t see the brat on any of the chairs. In the water probably.

“So, where is it?” Candace asked, working up the courage to make both their dreams come true. She was finally gonna become one of LA’s new chosen ones. No, not just a Naiad, a true goddess of sexual magnificence! It was going to work, she just knew it! And then she and Justin would make love all night. And tomorrow. and the next day...

“I don’t kno–”

The was a sound like a woman’s scream crossed with a bomb going off, the concussive force sending spider-web fractures crackling across the broad glass panels facing the pool. Only it wasn’t a bomb. It was words:

Yes! YES!! YYYYYEAAAAASSS!

Justin’s heart fell to the bottom of his gut like a rock. The shriek of ultimate pleasure that had shaken the house like the Big Bad Wolf wanted to blow it down was still echoing off the hillside.

And it sounded Just. Like. Jessie.

His scheme, and mega-dose of Cloud Nine, had worked perfectly... But not on Candace.

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It was hotter outside than Jessie expected, the merciless LA sun beating down on the patio and raising heat shimmers across the valley beyond. The narrow wood slats of the pool recliner reminded her of the char-grill pattern on the turkey burger she'd just inhaled. At first, she'd intended to just dump her sister's shake in one of the planter boxes. Make up a story about how it had been delicious and she was gonna have to try more things her sister liked. That would make Justin just choke. But strawberry or not, it was too damn warm not to have a little of her lousy milkshake. Grimacing with distaste even before she took the first sip, she started to drink her sister’s shake. “Strike that. MY shake, now. Own it, girl!” Her lips puckered, the chill slurry creeping up the straw...

It was good. Surprisingly good considering she hated strawberries. Did it taste kinda... fizzy? It made her tongue tingle. She took another long swig.

A little dribbled on her chest. Some food-counter dumbass hadn’t put the lid on tight. The coolness was even more delicious than the taste, and she rubbed the droplets into her skin with her free hand. It tingled faintly, and after a quick glance around the backyard to make sure no one was looking, she slipped her hand under her top and rubbed the last of it into her nipple.

She let out a little breathy grunt. Oh wow. That felt great! She deliberately tipped the cup so more would dribble out on her belly so she could work the pink goo into her other breast too. Because she loved both her little girls equally.

It felt amazing, but why was it tingling like that? Did she have a strawberry allergy she didn’t know about? There was definitely something funny about this shake. She felt so warm now, and a little woozy. Had Justin... had Justin been trying to roofie her sister? That didn’t make any sense. “C+J” slept together all the time. She’d lain in her first-floor bed fingering herself as she listened through the ceiling to them fucking at least once a week for months now. She’d also worked herself to dozens of orgasms imagining it was her in that frilly white bed with him. She hated how her own boyfriends came and went while Candace had a permanent lover. One who continued to all but ignore Jess's advances. “J+J“ would be so much better for him and her. Still, it was disgustingly adorable the way those two were into each other.

Jessie liked breaking adorable things. The looks of surprise and horror people gave her made her laugh.

Suspicious or not, the thick, cold drink was strangely yummy. She drank more, trying to figure out why it tingled. So much even her hair felt tingly now... She quirked an eyebrow. ‘Tingly hair? How does that even work...?’

Jessie wiggled her butt, wondering why the little gaps between the slats seemed to be pinching her now. Not even milkshakes could go to your ass that fast! She was just starting to worry that she’d turn red and swell up like the blueberry girl in Willie Wonka when the misaligned lid popped off and the remaining half of the king-sized milkshake blorped out right between her petite boobs.

She let out a little squeak of shock, but again she felt so overheated the coolness was almost a relief. As rivulets of cold drink ran across her torso she moaned.

"Something is definitely happening to me..." she announced softly. You couldn't have lived under the same roof as Candace for the last year and not have heard everything the was to know about the mysterious wave of transformations taking place all across the city. The idea a shake meant for her sister had been spiked with Magic Eight-Ball made perfect, perverted sense. "Need to work on your aim, Justin..." she mused.

Setting the nearly empty cup down, she used both hands to smear the pink slush all over herself, watching it melt even faster as she spread it over her feverish skin. Down her arms and legs, across her body, Jessie was feeling the tingling spread to every part of her now. Because while people normally drank Eight-Ball, the nanites in them had originally been designed to be delivered topically. They were more than happy to start working on perfecting her just as fast as she could spread them around.

With another surreptitious glance into the house to make sure the lovebirds hadn’t come down from Cee’s nest yet, she slyly lifted the front of her bikini bottom and wiped a handful of melting ice cream over her pussy lips.

That left her hissing through clenched teeth, the gentle tingling on her skin shading into something like an electric crackling between her legs. “Fuck! So good...” she whispered. She swept a hand down her belly gathering another sloppy blob of the shake and this time worked it into her vagina with two slick fingers, swirling them around inside herself as the tingle spread to her deepest core. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she whispered again. No guy had ever lit her up like this! The tingling was intensifying everywhere, and her muscles were starting to twitch in uncontrolled spasms. Some places tingled decidedly more than others and her nipples felt like they were being rubbed against ice and a car battery at the same time. She looked down and let out a crazy little laugh like you’d have after doing twenty-five summersaults, more dizzy than deliberate. Her nipples were sticking out so hard from her chest they were threatening to tear right through her cute little top, riding on a rising tide of breast-flesh that didn’t seem at all familiar to her. “I mean, they’re nice... but where are my little titties?” she giggled.

Jessie was feverish now and becoming dazed. She had to get out of this heat! She rolled off the side of the lounge chair onto her knees and inched to the edge of the pool. The blue water looked so cool...

Her blue Supergirl top burst off her chest with a ripping sound, the scraps dropping into the pool as she leaned out over the water. She hadn’t felt it growing tighter, but then again bowling balls rarely noticed when they smashed thought tissue paper.

With more of a lurch than a dive, Jessie fell forward into the pool. The water immediately began to steam because she was radiating so much heat. As she sank into chlorinated water, old code buried in the ninth generation optimizer nanites on Jessie’s skin detected the sudden presence of chlorine and passed the message down the line, the signal reaching even the nanites swarming inside her already changing body...

[XX/XY process subset?: XX]
[Thermal dump state?: Ideal]
[Chemical security key?: Accepted]
[All parameters: UNLOCK=TRUE]
[MAXIMIZE ALL PARAMETERS]
[REPRODUCTIVE FITNESS TARGET LEVEL?: SET=INFINITY]
[Executing. Iteration 1]
[Executing. Iteration 2]
[Executing. Iteration 3...]

The already steaming water around Jessie began to boil as the nanites launched into a massive orgy of evolutionary optimization that reached from her skin down into her bones. The first woman to enjoy the benefit of Seventh Heaven in over a year and the only woman to ever have the rogue enhancement protocol hijack two generations of updates as it madly tried to maximize Jessie’s no-longer-slender body with all the new tools now available to it. One program built to craft a Supergirl. The other dialing up everything it could find until all the knobs said “Goddess”.

Meaning Jessie Moore was becoming BOTH.

Sinking deep into the bubbling water in the fetal position, almost in a trance, Jessie's hands cupped and kneaded her swelling breasts. They’d never felt so wonderful, so alive before! So sensitive... so BIG. Not even the legendary Tatiana Deniken had felt so much pleasure on her way to becoming 'the world's most desirable woman'...

Because what was happening to Jessie was ten times more intense, a new paradigm for maximum reproductive fitness being sledgehammered into each and every one of her cells. While 'maximum reproductive fitness' was still LabSpeak for "fucking sexy", for Jessie it would mean becoming far more than just humanly perfect. Thanks to the error in conflicting programming she was being reborn as something completely new: the world's only Super Goddess .

She felt her shoulder bump against the bottom of the pool even as the blaze of pleasure radiating from her loins threatened to fry her brains like a flipped over tortoise in the Mojave Desert sun. The soft impact sent a bolt of panic through her. She spun with a jerk, getting her feet planted on the concrete bottom of the pool before she lunged for the surface.

Water blasted out of the pool in a small geyser! She not only broke the surface like a breaching shark, but she also launched so high only her shins stayed remained below the lip of the pool. Mid-leap her torso arched like a ship's figurehead, her long hair whipping over her head like a swimsuit model shoot. Then she slid back down into the water up to her neck, still panting for air. Around her, the windows of the house bowed and flexed in time with her deep, gasping breaths, her powerful lungs controlling the air pressure around her for ten yards or more. Each breath drove a deep bass pulse, like the most ridiculously over-powered audio speakers or a giant’s breathing.

Jessie was momentarily disoriented. The pool wasn’t very deep, but wasn’t this the deep end? Except it couldn’t be: she was standing on the bottom, her shoulders poking up out of the water. Her shoulders weren’t the only thing poking up either, the tops of two beautiful round breasts were breaking the surface too. Reaching her arms around to hug herself, Jessie pinched both of the impossibly long, firm nipples, the accompanying whiteout of sensual overload behind her eyes confirming those monsters were really hers. She was certain if she hadn't been standing in the pool that one squeeze would have seen rivulets of her sex juices running down her legs. Fuck, it was just one new climax after another. Each more powerful than the last, like stairs leading her upwards toward a fiery sun made out of eternal ecstasy.

Still foggy even after her moment of terror, she turned to face the valley full of houses beyond the patio before cupping her new assets and proudly lifting them out of the water for all the world to see. “See that world? My boobies. MINE!” She shouted in incoherent bliss. All the world, in this case, being a terrified squirrel and two passing pigeons.

Grabbing her breasts had the unintended side effect of setting off a positively volcanic wave of arousal. Her knees buckled and she bit her lower lip. She sank back down into the steaming water still fondling herself as the Cloud Nine nanites consumed the last of their fuel. In one final push, they dialed up her nervous system conductivity until sizzling hot wires seemed to pierce her from every angle and she came in a half-agonized scream. The sound of a Goddess being born:

Yes! YES!! YYYYYEAAAAASSS!

Suddenly the fog in her mind cleared. Replaced by a cool sense of poise that was almost as unfamiliar. It was a good thing she’d been facing away from the house, she realized, because she could hear the glass crack behind her with perfect clarity, aware of every individual hiss and snap as the windows shivered before her glory.

One glance down at herself told the story, as plain as reading it from a book: she’d become one of the new goddesses. Not just a run of the mill Naiad, but a Goddess. Capital G. The Goddess Justin had obviously intended to be her sister’s fate. She knew all the stories - at least second hand - from Candace's relentless study of the transformations. The Eight-Ball Naiads sometimes gained a special power along with strength and beauty. Apparently she had gotten invulnerability since she was huddling in thousands of gallons of boiling water and hadn't become the cooked meat in a big pot of People Soup.

“Oh, now this is going to be fun...” She had the same evil smirk as when she’d first thought of taking her sister’s drink, but on her newly enhanced features, it wasn’t just mischievous... It was terrifying. The invulnerable were always the ones the cops complained about the most.

She turned back to the house and strolled up the length of the pool, the water parting as her powerful limbs cut through it like blades. More and more of her awesome figure revealed as the water grew shallower.

She also saw herself in the glass for the first time as she mounted the steps at the end of the pool. She was magnificent. Candace didn’t stand a chance against her now. Nobody did. No man would resist her and certainly not Justin. Even her brown hair had been replaced by shimmering gold that made her sister’s tresses look like bleached straw in comparison. She remembered being jealous of her lovely yellow hair, men fawning over Candace's 'platinum blonde' while her own 'mouse brown' hair went unnoticed. But that was obviously a thing of the past. The thought of outshining Candace in every way now sent a shiver right down to her crotch. She heard a squeal of metal as the handrail at the end of the pool crumpled in her hand. "Oops!" She giggled. That's right, the new goddesses were strong. Very strong. She decided then and there to make finding out how strong the sexiest game imaginable.

But there were more pressing games to attend to. One of the oldest the two sisters still played together: “Bet’cha I can take him.” And Jessie always played to win. No matter how much the odds were in her favor. If Candace didn't like it, then she'd better step up her game.

Ha! Like that was even possible now...

“Oh, Jussss-tin? Come out and play.” She sang musically, not unlike Scarlett Johansson’s lilting tones when she’d voiced the deadly serpent Kaa. Jessie’s eyes narrowed and she realized she could make out Justin’s shocked face and growing erection right through her reflections in the glass. “Ooohh. Play with meee...”

“Oh Jussss-tin? Come out and play.” She sang musically, not unlike Scarlett Johansson’s lilting tones when she’d voiced the deadly serpent Kaa. Jessie’s eyes narrowed and she realized she could make out Justin’s shocked face and growing erection right through her reflections in the glass. “Ooohh. Play with meee...” she sang with innocent delight.

Inside, Candace and Justin were protected from the full impact of Jessie’s beauty by the cracks running through the glass. They could see she was different, taller, and a thousand slightly misaligned details that all promised she had become at least a Naiad, if not more. Maybe as blessed as one of the Deniken Sisters.

Like sailors drawn to throw themselves on the rocks by the Song of the Sirens, Justin and Candace both made their way to the cracked glass door and pushed it open. They stood huddled together in its arch, clinging to each other as they looked directly upon Jessie at last.

That she was 'stunning' was a literal statement.

Justin swallowed and managed to speak. “Jessie? What happened? To You?” he stammered, his mouth dry as a bone.

Her trill of laughter nearly made the crotch of his pants explode like her top had. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. You made me a Supergirl!” She ran her hands up her body, covering her bare crotch with false modesty.

Candace came closer, her hand rising up to measure how much her sister had grown. Jess smiled at her for a moment, enjoying the look of awe on the face the sister that had always outshone her... until now. Now for some payback.



“Ohhh–!” Jessie focused on Justin again. her breath caught as she stared at him, touching herself. "I’ve always been a girl with needs, you know.” She winked at him, knowing he understood. “But now I think they're –oohh, fuhhhck– they’re like Suuuper Needs! I feel so sexy now, I love it!” a tiny squeal escaped her before she caught her breath. “And it’s thanks to youuu.” her other hand continued its leisurely upward caress until it struck the bottom of her spectacular chest.

“...and look Justin: you gave me these big beautiful titties, too! Was that your plan all along? Did you think my sister needed bigger boobies?” She lifted her breast, offering it to him like an oversized cupcake even as the long fingers of her other hand began to circle around the bright pink clit jutting from between her lower lips. "I'm sure Candy would have loved to get these super titties. But they look so goooood on me, don't you think?" She lifted her breast higher until she could duck her head forward and plant a quick, wet kiss on her own nipple. "I know I like them."

She gazed on him with longing, with the perfect bedroom eyes. “Just step forward, Justin. Come closer. You need to see everything you did to me. I’m so grateful. I have to thank you! Ohhh!” she cried out again. “But how can I thank you enough for all this? Maybe we... we could...?” A series of powerful moans escaped from her heaving chest as if the very thought of being with him was too much for her, filling the space around them with the sounds of an orgy going very right.

Justin might be forgiven for being a little slow, given the amount of blood tied up in his dick just then. The rest was roaring in his ears. He’d never fantasized about the brat before, but holy fuck! Candace had been angry at his initiative, but Jessie... Jessie welcomed it, welcomed him with open arms and widespread legs. He had to have her. There was just no choice. Except his body wouldn’t do anything except tremble, fantasizing about the wild, no holds barred sex with a fresh young goddess who was having orgasms just looking at him.

She could see him trying to fight her allure, but now that the couple had passed through the door, they could more than just see her clearly... They could smell her. Still hot from the pool, oils and pheromones evaporated from her skin in an invisible cloud of lust. “Don’t be so shy. You know this is exactly what you imagined would happen to Candy. But now I am the woman of your dreams...” She sucked on her finger a moment, the long digit pumping between her pink-pink lips, her chest rising and falling on the tide of her breath. “Sure, you made one tiny little mistake, but you still win, Justin. You did it: you made a Goddess out of one of the Moore girls! Now come here and claim your prize... Seems like you picked the right sister for this after all: ME.” she spun in an easy pirouette, her long limbs rising around her as she took a dozen classic ballet poses in a liquid display of flexibility and strength. Then her hands were back to their own lascivious dance as she squeezed her G-cup breasts, rubbing the long pink tips with her glistening wet fingers. “Touch me, Justin... Ohhhh God, touch me!”

‘What was he waiting for?’ Jessie thought to herself, wondering if maybe she still wasn’t pretty enough after all. He should be groping her awesome body right now! She wanted it to happen right in front of Candace who continued to stand there in dumbstruck awe. She'd bring this latest round of their game to an awful, satisfying conclusion. Then Candace could find the next boy for them to fight over.

For his part, Justin was losing himself in Jessie’s face. She’d always been pretty, but now her skin was smooth as cream, flush with the powerful hormones of uncontrollable super lust rushing through her body. Her own arousal on display in the hint of pink in her cheeks, her thundering heartbeat.

Even in the bright sunlight, her dilated eyes were deep pools he was already drowning in. Because nothing made a woman sexier than her wanting you. Jessie’s supercharged body wanted sex more passionately than any ordinary woman ever could. They say that a beautiful woman glows with health and Jessie was the most healthy creature on the planet. She seemed to drink in the light of the sun. Every inch of her fresh young face – her eager body – was an illuminated billboard sign that proclaimed “I am the best fuck you will ever have. Ever.” It wasn’t false advertising, either.

Justin wasn’t resisting: he was already lost, his cock an arrow pointed straight at the teenage goddess. His apparent loyalty to the woman at his side was nothing more than a trick of the light. He was simply frozen by Jessie's radiance. A deer in the headlights. Or maybe a moth in the path of a fifty-million candle-power searchlight, about to burn.

Candace wasn’t doing much better, her breath coming in fast tiny sips, her own nipples thrusting against her leotard in childish imitation of the IDEAL WOMAN standing before her. In fact, everything about Candace seemed like a cheap knock off of the perfection dancing before them. A hazy, feeble mirror held up to Jessie’s new figure, revealing all the ways mere mortals fell short of the gods. Candace had always been able to see their family resemblance, the ties of blood and love between them, but with Jessie’s hair turning to gold and her face fresh and vibrant as the dawn, Candace saw herself as she’d only imagined she could become. A goddess made real. A goddess standing before her unashamed to be clothed only in the most glorious, delicious expanses of flesh. Candice watched Jessie’s smallest movements with rapture, ignoring her cruel teasing words, mesmerized by the play of muscle under pale skin as she crooned to Justin, promising everything he could desire...

Jessie, unaware of the true extent of the effect she was having, was getting frustrated. Justin still wasn’t stepping forward, leaving Candice behind. This last little bit of resistance on his part was starting to piss her off. Goddamit. She'd only wanted him to fondle her a bit. Show Candace he was another typical dumb guy that couldn't resist the T&A. But he still wouldn't take the fucking bait! Why was he holding back? Was it his love for Candace?! Would he really stay true to her through THIS?

Jessie was practically seething with hate now. Fucker! She was so much better than her sister in every way now and she’d prove it – even if she had to fuck him half to death to do it.

Her tone changed, reflecting the growing darkness of her mood. “Don’t make me wait, little man. Look at me: I can have anyone... but right now I want you.” She walked towards him, on the points of her toes to maximize the long sweep of her legs, the many inches of new height that were hers, and her utter weightlessness compared to her new strength. She looked like she was about to leap into the air and not come down, her long hair a golden cloud surrounding her face.

She slid up beside him, rubbing herself up and down his body. She was inches taller than him now, able to nearly poke him in the eye with her taut breasts if she stood on tip-toe. He continued to tremble as her irresistible body assaulted his every sense: touch, smell, sight, sound, and even taste. But even then he couldn’t move to act on the all-consuming desire to reach up and squeeze the pale, heavy fruit she flaunted in his face. He knew Cloud Nine could change a woman, profoundly. But this was insane! None of the Naiads born of Magic Eight-Ball over the last eight months even came close to this level of wanton sexuality and staggering beauty. Jessie's charisma dwarfed even the hottest of them. Not since the Deniken Sisters had anyone been so blessed.

Reaching them at last, Jessie drew Justin and Candace both out of the doorway, giving Candice a sisterly peck on the cheek before holding up locks of each of their hair side by side. "Oh look! My hair's blonde like yours now, sis!" as if it were the most wonderful of the many things that had happened to her and glossing over the minor detail that her hair was now far more vibrant than Candace's had ever been.

Justin continued to do little more than stand there and drool, close proximity to the "I'm so very fertile..." pheromones wafting off Jessie's naked body turning his mind to mush. Finally, Jessie was forced to trip him, her long leg easily sweeping both of his out from under him as she lowered their bodies the hard ground, laying beside him now. She pulled his slack hands to her tits and spread them over her orbs like peanut butter and jelly.

“So. Beautiful...” he finally whispered, his fingers instinctively groping at her. The feel of his hands sending little spasms rippling across her hardbody as she moaned.

She looked deep into his glazed eyes. “Say my name...” She demanded.

For a moment his eyes came back into focus. “Ohhhh... it's Jessie. JESSIE! Oh, Jessie a thousand times. I want you, Jessie. Only you... My Goddess, Jessie!” He finally found enough coordination to undo his own pants, releasing his rigid cock. Letting go of Jessie’s breasts was the hardest thing he’d ever done.

“Yes... Goddess Jessie. I like that. But if I'm a goddess now, shouldn't you be worshiping me...?” Jessie sat up, climbing on top of him. She straddled his hips with ease, her long thighs holding her dripping cleft inches above his flagpole. She laughed in his face as he tried to pull her down, to impale her on his aching, over-hard dick. “Oh no. You have to climb to enter my temple. Prove your devotion to only me. Come on, lover.” she deliberately stole her sister’s pet name for Justin. “Rise. Rise up and TAKE ME.”

Justin’s elbows fell to the pebbled concrete, his heels scrabbling for traction as he braced his whole body. Finally, he arched his back and lifted his knees, ramming his hips into the triangle of Jessie’s legs like a car crash. He thrust his dick deep inside her with all the savagery his manly body could muster!

Jessie absorbed the impact with the muscles of her abdomen without so much as a jiggle reaching her heavy breasts. A girlish laugh bubbled up from inside her, shaking her body and making Justin’s eyes cross as she moved around his cock like riptide made of sex. “Is that all? That’s the dick that makes my sister scream? I can barely feel your little pee-pee!” she reached out and slapped his face, leaving an angry red welt from chin to eyebrow. “Now stop playing around and FUCK ME, mortal! Fuck me until I scream!”

At that point, Justin lost it, all semblance of modern civility gone in a cloud of pheromones and pleasure/pain. His body was nothing but an angry rape machine as he tried his damnedest to make the smirking little girl he’d been rebuffing for almost a year now respect his manhood.

“That’s the spirit!” She cheered with saccharine sweetness, moving with him now more for her enjoyment than his. “The little Justin that could! You just keep going. Make me scream out your name...” But he wasn't listening now, his whole being bent on dominating her with his strength and virility. It was a fool's errand.

She glanced over at her still stunned sister, a monstrous smile on her face. “Spoilers: his heart’s gonna burst before I have to scream anything. ‘Cause trust me, I can keep this up way longer than he can.” Her hips were rolling smoothly over Justin’s thrashing body like she was on a child’s merry-go-round horse and not a grown man. She was relaxed.

Then Jessie cupped both her breasts and threw back her head, reveling in all the new sensations that came of being a super-sexual Supergirl, her excitement slowly building as the first of what would be an endless string of helpless fucktoys worshiped her divine body with their desperate, puny displays of strength. Men all thought they were so big, but she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She wasn’t ‘a girl’ at all anymore. She was an avalanche, a tidal wave, a fucking natural disaster looking for a place to happen!

She lifted her hips higher, giving her plaything more room to get a running start as he strained and tore every muscle in his body trying to smash himself into her slick softness as hard as he could. Each body slam ramming up into her cunt should have thrown her shapely ass across the patio, but instead, Jessie felt more like she was holding down a squirming puppy, its struggles completely futile against her superior size and strength. Or maybe a chicken, right before you wring its neck.

Justin wasn’t small or weak, but Jessie was certain she could hold down a guy twice his size with her new strength. She was probably stronger than any guy, period. Her building sexual explosion drew closer with the realization that she could slap the shit out of anybody now. The idiots that called themselves her teachers, unfaithful ex-boyfriends, leering assholes in the grocery check-out lines. She could punish them ALL. A whole world full of self-important pricks about to get their comeuppance. The sexy red boot was on the other foot now. Her oh-so-shapely foot and those boots were made for walkin’.

Candace still said nothing as her lover, her soul mate, revealed himself to be an animal, plunging into her sister over and over with an intensity of need he’d never shown her. She wasn’t angry. How could he resist? No... she wanted to BE what Jessie had become with every last particle of her soul. It was like looking into the face of God. The face of God, the breasts of God, the hips of God, the long dancer’s legs of God... Jessie was Candice’s every fantasy for the last year rolled up into one. In some distant corner of her reeling mind, Candace realized that calling Jessie “a Goddess” might not do justice to the reality. She had an aura, an almost primordial command to fall to your knees and worship a higher power.

Candace slumped slowly to the ground beside the two lovers, her whole body softly trembling as one orgasm after another bloomed in her loins from nothing more than gazing at her beautiful sister, the sweating, squealing fantasy of her perfect self. With a woman’s intuition, she simply knew that Jessie was in the throws of more pleasure every second than Candace has experienced in hours of sex with Justin. An insight that stole the strength from her limbs and sent another orgasm ripping through her body. Sprawled bonelessly on the patio, Candace still managed to turn her head and keep her eyes locked on her beautiful sister, her mouth and eyes open wide as pleasure paralyzed her. Bearing witness as Jessie effortlessly rode her man into the ground in a display of utter sexual dominance. The pure power-fuck she’d dreamed of being able to have, if only she had gotten to the strawberry shake first...

Candace moaned. For the first time, she was the little girl on the first floor, listening to Justin fuck her big sister upstairs and rising to orgasm after orgasm wishing it was her he was penetrating. The tables completely turned.

Jessie saw it in Candace’s eyes. Victory. Total victory. The sight tipped her over the edge and Jessie came in body-wide explosions of bliss. The foundations of the house shook and the concrete pad beneath all three of them spider-webbed like the nearby windows as her knees smashed against the ground. Not because of anything Justin had managed to make her feel – which was a thousand times better than she would ever acknowledge. Her new body was playing a symphony of physical pleasure beyond anything she’d ever known. But it was her newfound sense of worth that had Jessie screaming in delight. Seeing Candace’s smug assumption of superiority crack and crumble before her eyes. Breaking things had always made her feel better. Breaking her sister made her feel better than ever.

She was ‘the big sister’ now. End of discussion.

Jessie’s shivering, musical cries of unfeigned ecstasy whipped Justin into a final outburst of rabid animal rutting. Moments later he slid limply out of her still shuddering body. The goddess-orgasm was still rolling through her jiggling flesh with or without his feeble contributions.

His torso slapped against the concrete like a dead fish. Foam dribbled from his mouth and his flagging penis looked like it had been hit repeatedly with a bat... which would have been far gentler than the mauling Jessie’s vaginal super-muscles had delivered when her epic climax had destroyed any semblance of self-control. It was pure chance she hadn't ripped his dick off entirely. The trickle of blood running from his nose and blotches of red on his skin hinting it might be days before he woke up. He’d almost certainly had a stroke somewhere along the way.

Jessie had fucked his brains out. “...In hushed tones for a generation,” she whispered to herself and then laughed with what passed for genuine pleasure for her. “Told’ja.” she added with a smirk. She hadn’t been kidding at all.

She rose off her broken fucktoy, wiping away his salty juices with an errant flick of her long fingers. Then without so much as a backward glance at him or her still cumming sister, Jessie walked inside to find a towel. Not through the still half-open door though. With the nonchalant grace of the dancer she was, Jessie strolled through one of the big glass plates beside the door, laughing again at the sound of breaking glass and the faint scratchy feeling as the falling shards did absolutely nothing to mar her silken skin. “Fucking Supergirl” she quietly announced to no one in particular as she began her search for a towel. She wanted to clean up. Put on some of her comfy clothes that might still barely fit her now. And then she was going out for a bit. Renew some old acquaintances...

Payback was a bitch, and so was Jessie. She had a whole list of people that needed a little visit from an angry goddess.

And Hell, it was barely past lunchtime.

Still working on the smallest of tweaks, but the Goddess is in the details (probably fucking the poor Devil senseless in there, knowing Jessie...). But I admit, being able to do detailed Before-&-After images was a huge part of why I started tinkering with rendering .

Jessie growled. The best she could come up with was a fleecy gray hoodie one of her ex’s had failed to retrieve and a too-large skirt from Christmas two years ago that no one had been able to find the tags to return. She’d stuffed it in her closet and forgotten about it until now. The poor thing was closer to a miniskirt draped over her bubble butt, but at least it fit her new mega ass.

Looking at herself in the mirror she decided the hoodie was an omen: she should definitely treat herself to seeing its former owner first.

Climbing into her car turned into another adventure. Fortunately, her black SUV had settings for the driver’s seat she never imagined having to use. “Ah.... legroom.” She snickered, the seat all the way back now. When she’d first gotten in her head was brushed up against the roof so hard it was like she was wearing the car as a hat.

Driving down the hill to William’s apartment she had to pull over for an ambulance climbing the steep roadway. Glancing in her mirror she saw it turn onto her cross-street and shrugged. She was sure Candice and her folks were fine.

Parking was at a premium in the apartment complex at the bottom of the hill and the only open space she could find had a white SUV parked over the line next to it. She carefully slid her SUV into the remaining gap. It was so tight she might have to get out the passenger side door.

She was already agitated. Her clothes didn’t fit. Her car didn’t fit. And less than twenty minutes after the best orgasm in her life she was already feeling like the horny slut she’d pretended to be to get Justin in trouble. Only for real. Her libido was twice as big as her tits it seemed. Well, maybe William would be good for one last fuck before getting down to business, for old time’s sake.

“Asshole!” she barked at the absent driver of the mis-parked SUV as she turned off the engine, then flinched as her windshield cracked. “Piss! Fuck! You broke my fucking windshield!” She yelled while the cracks spread even farther. It wasn’t like she couldn’t easily replace it out of her allowance, but it was ANNOYING.

She got out on her side anyway, only barely being able to squeeze her prodigious ass through the opening even with her door touching asshole’s passenger door.

From the driveway, she was able to look at the two SUV’s side by side. Hers was crooked too, which made her look like just as much of an asshole. “Well, I’ve been meaning to find out...” she growled. and squatted down at the back of her car, reaching under the bumper with both hands shoulder-width.

She straightened her knees slowly, not sure what to expect. The back end came up smoothly, and while she could feel it as the rear tires left the ground, it was still well within her abilities. She straightened out her car, the back end no less than an inch from asshole but at least she was now properly in her space. Still unsure how strong she was, she walked around the passenger side to the front of her vehicle. Again with slow movements, she tried to raise the front end...

“Ooof!” Now that was some weight! She could just barely pick up the engine block end of the car. Still, it was probably close to a ton in her hands. Pretty fucking awesome, really. Naiads were strong, but she didn’t think they were usually that strong. Justin must have laid down the big bucks for a deluxe package or something. Then the realization that he had, but for Candace instead of her took away her new enthusiasm. Why did her boyfriends never do anything cool like that for her?!

She started to leave, heading for the diver side when she realized the was no way she could slip through now.

“Mother. Fucker.” She growled. “Cart-driving shit jockey needs to be punished.” She reached for her keys, thinking maybe she’d scratch a line down his car exactly even with the painted line he’d so completely ignored. Mark the parts in her space. But that was an ‘old Jessie’ trick. New Jessie had better options. She walked around to the front of the offending SUV, gauged the angle the driver would be sitting at inside and then put her finger on the hood and pressed down. Even a luxury vehicle’s hood was pretty thin and the metal bent inwards instantly, crumpling around her fingertip. She began to write, upside down so the driver could see it. Using her new height and long limbs she had no trouble reaching across the whole hood:


Feeling better, she strolled around the driver’s side of the dickhead’s car and back to the driveway. Looking at the two vehicles again she realized the was no way some fuck-nut that bad at driving was gonna manage to back out without scratching her car. Fortunately, Super Jessie was here to help! She eyed her distance and then took a two-step charge at the car before she field-goal kicked the back end.

The back end flew up a solid two feet, coming back down with a bouncing crash, the SUV much straighter in its spot now. It bounced on the shocks a few times before settling. She was surprised that hadn’t broken any windows, but the bumper was bent up into a very satisfying chevron where it had crumpled around her shin.

She considered popping a few of the windows, feeling them shatter under her outstretched palm, but decided justice had already been sufficiently served and that she should be moving on to the main event anyway.

She strolled up to William’s door, remembering good times and bad. She gave their secret knock and waited.

She heard slow footsteps on the stair. He must have recognized the knock. The door opened so slowly it creaked, still chained.

“...Jessie?” He’d been looking down when he opened the door, expecting to find her face somewhere below his pecs. His head swiveled upwards in growing surprise, unable to process the changes that had her looking down slightly at his face. William was a solid six feet tall and built like the linebacker he’d been in high school. Along with the sudden reversal in their relative heights, he was startled she’d come over at all. Their break up had been tempestuous, to put it mildly. But there was always that bit of male ego whispering that one day the little rich girl would come crawling back to him and his big black dick.

Jessie wasn’t crawling. “Hiyas, Willy!” She announced cheerful, pushing the door open and snapping the chain like a piece of thread. If he was trying to hold her back, she couldn't tell. Which made her even hornier. Yeah. He was a linebacker. But she was a Supergirl.

A very moist Supergirl. Jessie didn’t know it, but her musk was already starting to fill the room as a droplet of her juices began to crawl down her inner thigh.

Barging into his home, she looked around. A lot of old familiar items, but there were new football photos and memorabilia too. A jersey was tacked up on one wall with the college colors and his name and number on the back. “Ooo. College ball! Glad you made the cut! Still keeping fit, then?”

“You know it girl!” He flexed for her. It seemed like she was in a good mood and he wanted to show her what she'd been missing.

She slid up to him, arching her back and pressing her new breasts into his firm, muscular chest. His biceps were still impressive. Just not as impressive as they had been when she’d had to look up at them. “Good...!” she whispered. Fucking Justin had been a chore. This was a conquest she was going to enjoy.

In seconds they were wound around each other, standing in the middle of the living room. ‘That’s right fucktoy: service me!’ Jessie thought, the volume of her moans of rising passion drowning his out completely.

A statuesque black woman came down the stairs, college-aged and maybe two shades darker than William’s dark brown. She had a face that said she was descended of princesses and kings. William had evidently acquired some actual taste since the fucking floozy he’d betrayed Jessie for their senior year.

“What the fuck is this, William?” the princess inquired.

“Just an old friend, Aisha. She just dropped by to...” He offered lamely.

“Tell her to get out, Willy,” Jessie instructed before going back to kissing his neck. Instead of following her simple instructions, his eyes rolled back in his head as Jessie's lips worked their way down over his collar bone and his thick pecs until she started sucking his guy-nipple right through his shirt. Then she stood back up to her full height and forced her tongue into his mouth. He wasn't using it anyway.

He hated being called ‘Willy’ but for the ass in his hands right then, he’d bite his lip and let the rich bitch call him ‘my nigga’ if she wanted. She was unbelievably hot and hot for him!

Aisha finished striding down the stairs like an angry queen, coming right up to Jessie’s flank before she realized the intruder towered over her. Intimidated by the white girl’s height but unwilling to back down, Aisha barked, “Bitch, I’m standing right here.”

Jessie’s head turned mechanically around and then down like a tank turret following a new target. “Look, I don’t know you, so I’m trying to be nice about this. You can either get out, or I’m gonna fuck you right up into your brain until you’re strictly a lesbian and then you won’t give a shit what I do to William, now will you? Really. Your call.” saying it all with a cool confidence that gave Aisha more pause than the difference in their height.

You could almost see the gears turning behind the girl’s eyes. You didn’t have to be a Naiad super-fan like Candace to know there was a new breed in town now. And while guys loved the thought of it, it was a horror story for ordinary women. Evolution had left regular girls behind. This big bitch’s hoodie and skirt weren’t flattering, but those bare legs were unmistakable. She could see the Amazon was sporting some major firepower under her rumpled top and booty the likes of which even black girls rarely achieved. Definitely a Naiad. A big one too.

Aisha’s shoulders slumped. She knew when she was beat. Crushed, actually. “Bitch,” she stated, but there was no venom in it. She turned and walked out the door with more dignity than Jessie would have guessed she had in her.

“You know it, girl.” She called out pleasantly after her. “Have a nice day.” She added sincerely.

‘Nice lady, actually.’ Jessie thought. For a moment she hoped the woman didn’t drive a white SUV.

Plans and schemes ticked through Jessie’s brain in a quicksilver flash. “Give me her address.”

“Why?” William asked, suddenly afraid Jessie was going to do something awful.

She glared at him until he’d sent a copy of Aisha’s contact info to her phone. Then she kissed his forehead. You were supposed to use positive reinforcement too, right?

“It’s no biggie.” She finally told him. “I’ve just decided she doesn't get a choice.” Jessie grinned wickedly. “Besides... if I don’t make her a lesbian, she might eventually forgive you for this.” She squeezed his dick right through his pants.

“I’d forgotten what an evil bitch you are,” he said, leaning back into her while he dropped his pants

“You’d better be smiling when you say that...” she warned, slipping out of her skirt.

“Oh, I’m smiling.” He wrapped his arms up under hers, grabbing her firm shoulders from behind. He proceeded to pull himself up chin-up style until they were eye to eye. His toes didn’t quite reach the floor. “I just don’t remember you being this BIG of a bitch. What happened?”

“New diet. Turns out I really like strawberries.”

Not getting the joke at all he looked at her confused. “What? But you hate strawberries. And grapes. Now peaches on the other hand...”

Jessie smiled slightly. The fact he remembered little details like that about her may very well have saved his life. She was still considering several outcomes for this reunion. “I do hate strawberries. But...” She gestured at herself. “I guess they’re really good for me.” They laughed together. For a moment she almost missed him.

Then her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Do you also remember when I said ‘if your hands ever touch my breasts again, it’ll be the last thing they ever touch’?”

William lowered himself back to the floor. “Yeah. That was a bad night. I mean terrible. Look, I’m sorry. I wasn’t good to you. I know that. Can I... Can I make it up to you?”

‘Oh sure,’ she thought. ‘Now he wants to be my friend.’ She waved at the air, making light of his apology. “I’ve got a different question...” she said as she fully unzipped her hoodie. There was nothing under it, except for her. Then she arched her back as her mountainous breasts sprang free. “Do you think it might be worth it now?” She smiled warmly at him as if sharing a secret.

His eyes were so wide falling out of his skull was becoming a serious possibility. His hands came up to his shoulder level instantly, fingers coiled, ready to shape themselves to her vast mounds before he paused. “Wait... are you offering?”

“Just reminding you of the terms.” She leaned forward until the space between her tightening nipples and his hands was so close he could feel the heat of her body on his palms. “Because believe it or not, I really need a fuck. Right. Now.” She hissed.

He didn’t wait for her to put it in writing. Soon they were rolling all over the floor, and if she accidentally-intentionally smashed a few of his sports trophies as they flung each other around, well, he deserved worse.

William Wright was in heaven. Jessie had always been a feisty lover, but this new deluxe version was an animal. And there was so much of her to fuck, from the huge hooters that were still unceasingly perky to the long-long legs she could wrap completely around his trunk-like body to the smoothly chiseled abdominals that were every bit as defined as his own.

She was tough too. He’d start to get rough – bite or scratch, even a few slaps – and she’d just coo like he was tickling her... before egging him on, demanding even more.

And her pussy... Fuck! He’d NEVER before met a woman he couldn’t bottom out, but Jessie... fucking Jessie’s snatch swallowed his rod whole without even a whimper, and then her muscles grabbed his dick in the tightest grip he’d ever felt. She was like a vice! When he’d flinched as her nails scraped down his back he’d tried to pull out. She gave him a little grin and he’d found out he couldn’t. Not without permission, anyway. Then just to show him it was no fluke, she’d gotten her feet under her and rose up, pulling him into the air by his crotch, his ankles dragging on the ground and his hands thrown back behind him trying to keep her from breaking his spine. Then Jessie started doing a series of squats, supporting his entire body weight by the cock gripped insider her. And while it was a bit painful, it was hands down THE sexiest thing he’d ever imagined. After that, he’d redoubled his attack, determined to be worthy of this goddess who had sought his unworthy ass out!

Fifteen minutes and about fourteen-hundred dollars worth of furniture damage later William was out cold and Jessie was humming to herself, her flushed skin glowing from three very respectable goddess-gasms, each one more enjoyable than the entire time they’d been dating put together. She was just that much better built now. Along with William’s better taste in girlfriends, he’d evidently gained some skill too. And he’d quickly figured out she was both stronger and more rugged then him. It hadn’t taken long at all to train him to call her his goddess, and after that he’d been a very faithful worshiper.

He was just an unfaithful boyfriend.

She picked his slack form up one-handed, and still naked, strolled into the kitchen. Along with a libido that just wouldn’t quit, she was also realizing her new body needed serious calories. She spread William out on the floor in front of the fridge belly down with his feet pointed back to the living room. Then she rummaged in his icebox, finding a few cartons of day-old Chinese that seemed passable. She drank about three liters of various brands of soda. Then she found the crown jewels – Tupperware filled with his mother’s meatloaf. As she scarfed down handfuls of Mrs. Wright’s cooking she felt a momentary pang at what was coming next, but a promise is a promise. And really, she was sick and tired of people not taking her threats seriously. Especially guys who had lied to and cheated on her.

Using her hoodie to hold it, she pulled out the longest, meanest looking knife she could find in his knife block. She reached one arm into the fridge and getting a solid grip, she lifted it until the top tapped the ceiling, about eighteen inches. Then using her foot she slid William’s limp arms one at a time over his head until his wrists lay across the shadowy border between clean and dirty on the floor where the refrigerator normally sat. It was a bit of a balancing act but she was able to bend down and place the knife in William’s hand and cup his fingers around it.

Thinking of Mrs. Wright again Jessie couldn’t quite manage the sneer she’d intended. “Told’ja. Told’ja twice, actually.”

Then she yanked her arm out of the fridge, dropping it.

The crunch was pretty gross.

William’s screams had already fallen off to blubbering by the time she’d dressed and walked out the door. She was sort of curious what he’d tell people when someone finally got the big appliance off him and found a knife in his ruined hands.

“Yeah, I thought we were making up when he pulled a big knife out of nowhere, officer. I managed to knock it away from him. Under the refrigerator, I think. Then I ran. I was so scared!” She played the conversation out in her mind as she ran to the car, trying to look terrified for any witnesses that might be about.

Big black athlete, shamed in front of his woman by a white girl and then found holding a bloody knife after trying to fish it out from under the refrigerator? Signs of a fight that had trashed the whole first floor? She figured William was smart enough not to call anybody but an ambulance. Of course, he’d be dialing with his nose or elbow unless a neighbor found him first. Which would be even better for her side of the story.

Back in her car, she found herself crossing her legs tightly. Shit, the soda was going right through her. She was gonna have to swing by home before the angel of justice could make any more house calls.

Fury. Absolute Fury.

It burned in the hearts of berserkers, allowing them to drive themselves beyond mortal limits, to fight and kill despite wounds the should have sent them crashing to the ground to bleed out in a minute.

Fury. Hot as an inferno.

It led heroes to rise above themselves, to press on when love and truth and even hope were dead. A purifying fire that stripped away all considerations but to do what must be done because it must be done.

But there was another kind of fury. One so cold it drove even the kindest soul to not just contemplate but to orchestrate murder. Murder. And no matter how cold the blood, it could only hint at the stygian chill of the fury that lurked beneath it.

Candace welcomed that frozen fury back. An old friend whose caress she had not felt for many years.

Eight years, in fact. A third of her life since she’d felt it last. It had all been about Jessie then too. Candace’s hands clenched unconsciously in remembered fury. Looking down at Justin, she was very much considering murder. Because that’s what it would be to allow him to just keep laying there. To walk away and pretend she’d seen nothing until she found him dead on her back doorstep.

It would be vastly simpler than any of the alternatives.

So she considered it. Coldly.

On some levels, she understood his betrayal. She’d felt it too, the overwhelming presence of her sister. She’d succumbed to it too. But he’d still... ‘Fucked’ wasn’t a savage enough word for it. Thrown himself into the depths of Jessie’s childish trap like the village idiot.

It had only faded after Jessie had left. It was some kind of smell. That was important to remember. Because she didn’t want to become Jessie’s mental sock puppet again right as she made her move.

She looked down at her not-so-soul-mate-after-all, lying quite still.

“Ok, sis. My move.”

She had to get him medical attention, but she couldn’t afford to have police crawling all over the house either. Fortunately, there was a private clinic nearby. A place families like hers relied on over larger hospitals. One where the Moore family name would assure discretion. Without a gunshot wound, they wouldn’t be required to notify the police. A little lost ID and it might be days before his family was finally notified.

With an outward calm draped over her inner glacier of rage, Candace went around the side of the house and retrieved a gardening cart from the groundskeeper’s shed. After rolling it back to the rear entrance she worked herself under Justin’s limp form and stood up with him hooked over her shoulders, suddenly thankful for every hour she’d ever put in at the gym or the studio as she rolled him off her shoulders and onto the waist-high cart. Only then as she was rolling him down the side access and out to the sidewalk did she call the clinic and summon an ambulance. While she described the injuries to the alarmed dispatcher, she refused to speculate as to their cause. Within minutes the private ambulance rolled up and Justin was on his way to medical care, Candace assuring the paramedics she’d be along when she could.

One problem down. And hardly a drop of fury used up.

Next, she got on her computer and started making reservations. Four of them. Paid with her credit card and deliberately non-refundable. Then she reached for her phone and speed-dialed number 2.

“Oh, mom! — Yes, its good to hear from you too. No, no all good here. — uh-huh. Look, Jess and I had a wild idea. Family weekend in Vegas. — Yeah, I know, right? — Look, I already booked the tickets. You should be getting the itinerary in your email right now. — Round up dad and head out tonight... — No, Jess and I will catch up tomorrow, but I know how you two adore the breakfast buffet at the Mandalay Bay. My treat, really. What? — No, your flight’s in a little over an hour. —Yes, I know. It was the best seats I could find with the weekend coming up and short notice. — Mom, his name’s on the building, I’m sure he can leave an hour early for his darling wife. — Yes. it’ll be great. So we’ll see you tomorrow then. — I love you too. Gotta go. — Huh? Yes, that thing with Jessie. — No, no. it’s all good. — Ok, see you then!”

She hung up. Two problems down and now the board was largely clear. Remaining supplies of fury? Full tank from her toes right up to her scalp. Because she hadn’t been lying. Not to Justin, when she said the only thing holding her back from opening the bottle of liquid opals hidden in her room and taking her chances at becoming something more than human was the thought of losing him.

The fury calmly pointed out that just simply wasn’t an issue anymore, now was it? Time to drink up, and then see where she stood with Jessie. ‘Cause clearly all the time and care and love she’d been pouring down that black pit for years had been leaking out on the ground somewhere. For all that she’d tried and ignored the concerns of friends and family alike, Jessie was a hollow shell, filled only with petty spite. What Jessie had done wasn’t a game. That was pure malice and Candace did not respond well to malice. Not even from family.

And now Jessie was some kind of Super Naiad. Like the Denikens, modern Goddesses rising out of a backyard pool. The fury assured her there was only one way to answer that blackness. Damn the risks. If she turned into a homicidal super-powered maniac with only hours to live, well, at least her parents would be out of town before the worst of it. Truthfully she was kind of hoping she did. Finish out this awful day with one good, clean orgy of total destruction she’d never have to live with.

She opened up the hidden compartment in her desk. The desk one old Uncle Nick had made for her years ago with his thin, clever hands. From inside she pulled out the sky blue crushed velvet bag, her favorite color.

Candace flinched. Somewhere downstairs another splintered window pane had finally given way with a crash of breaking glass.

She took out the slender vial with its silver cap. Liquid opals. Hard to believe something so pretty could have such awful side effects. She’d been so relieved to hear Justin had meant to dose her with Cloud Nine. The newer formulation was safer not because it was more powerful, but because it was less powerful. The weird random powers had been turned down to a dull roar. Cloud Nine was still new, but it seemed like it offered a steady medium of beauty, strength, and toughness. Unless you were Jessie... Then who knows what the fuck had happened.

The house creaked, setting on its jostled foundations. She thought of Jessie again. How powerful, how beautiful, and how totally unworthy of Candace’s fantasy she was. A sister unworthy of her love too.

Yeah. Cloud Nine was the new hotness, but it was also consumer-grade. Sell out. Homogenized. But this? This was old school. It could give you any color from a rainbow of awesome. And all that extra vividness would cost you was your life. Sometimes. Maybe. If you were very unlucky.

Or very lucky, Candace supposed, depending on what you wanted out of life.

She closed her eyes. Even now she could smell the faint odor of wanton insanity that had surrounded her sister. Some lingering swirl stirred up by the afternoon breeze. God... she going to have to burn the house down to finally be rid of the stink, wasn’t she?

Steeling herself, trying to reassure herself that if it had worked for Jessie she’d be fine, she tipped her head back.

One chance in eight of dying. Eight-ball. Corner pocket. The smell of Naiad sex grew stronger.

Candace started to pour and found herself holding only empty air.

The Amazon porn star that had replaced her little sister was standing next to her holding the vial, her long finger over the open end so she hadn’t spilled a drop.

“You’ve had a bottle of Eight-Ball this whole time?! Seriously, sis. In what universe did you not jump at the chance to be THIS?” Jessie ran her empty hand over her lavish curves to hammer the point home.

Goddamn, she was sex appeal incarnate. The stupid fucking smell was doping her up already, Candace thought, trying to pull her fury around her like a blanket.

Even so, years of being the guardian, the protector, was not easily set aside. So it was no ploy but a sincere desire to prevent calamity when she cried out, “No! Jess! It’s not safe! What you drank wasn’t Eigh—”

Jessie held up a hand imperiously, cutting her off. “Sis. I never thought I’d say this, but you’re a wuss. Here: let your little sister show you how it’s done.” And with that, she tipped the vial up and drank the whole thing in a single gulp.

“Mmm. Kind of minty.” Then changing the subject like this whole scenario was a perfectly normal chat between the sisters, Jessie suddenly blurted out, “So you must be really mad at Justin...”

“I–” In that moment as all her fantasies for revenge turned to empty glass and shattered like the used up vial Jessie dropped on her floor and crunched under her foot for good measure, Candace suddenly saw how to hurt her sister the most. It wasn’t superpowers or a body out of man’s most primordial wet dreams. It was to be herself. The thing Jessie never could be.

She found an old smile in a mental sock drawer and plastered it on her face, no matter how poorly it seemed to fit. Looking up at her now much taller sister she said, “I’ve decided to give him a pass. You’re the poster child for extenuating circumstances.”

Jessie looked like she’d been slapped, her cat with the canary expression blasted right off her face. “No! He betrayed you. They always betray us. All of them.”

Candace was crowing on the inside, but she didn’t dare let a more victorious smile crack her facade of sisterly patience with her childish sibling. “Jeeze, Jessie. You’re supposed to be the smart one. They always betray you. They only ever betray me for you. What’s the common element here? Still, I think Justin and I will be ok. I mean really. The slutty way you rolled up on him? And never once did he take a step forward, did he?”

Jessie grew more agitated. “No! Men suck. And you... You can’t possibly be that nice.”

She was on a roll now. Years of her parents saying ‘always look out for your little sister, Candace’ fell away. She was FINALLY fully entitled to be a bitch just like Jessie. “Don’t worry, little sis. Someday we’ll find a guy for you. Someone who can overlook the bile you’re filled with the way I do. I mean, William tried, but you know your soul is just so black sometimes...”

“William!? What do you know about William!!?” Jessie lunged forward, completely enraged now.

She snatched up Candace by the throat using both hands and lifted her up over her own very tall head.

‘Nope, pretty much nothing going the way I hoped today.’ Candace thought with irony, only her icy fury keeping her from blacking out already as Jessie’s hands twitched more than squeezed. But those twitched were still agonizing.

Jessie’s hands loosened, not because of any once-in-her-lifetime impulse for mercy, but because she began to look around the room with growing puzzlement.

Absentmindedly, she set Candace down, nearly forgotten, so she could raise her hands to bat at the air like a cat playing with strands of yarn. “Where did those come from– Candace... are you seeing these things?”

Candace would have liked to say she didn’t but she did see a soft blue arc of Saint Elmo’s fire play across Jessie’s hands. Candace couldn’t see it, but her sister was clearly interacting with something...

“They’re everywhere... threads of light. All side-by-side like a loom...” Jessie said with growing wonder, her previous anger slipping away. “And they tingle.”

She closed her eyes, raised her arms high overhead, and turned around in the center of the floor. Candace could now see the little blue sparks didn’t move at all, it was just an illusion that they had moved. It was Jessie moving through them.

Suddenly the tall Supergirl swept her hands down like she was swimming, trying to reach the surface. And like a swimmer, her whole body bobbed upwards, her pointed toes leaving the floor behind. She hung there effortlessly in the unseen web.

Her eyes snapped open, wide as saucers. “Oh, fuck! I can fly!!”

Candace wanted to scream but decided the better part of valor was rubbing her throat and hoping Jessie continued to all but ignore her. Really, that you almost killed your sister hardly even merited consideration compared to finding out YOU COULD FUCKING FLY!

“Wait, there’s a bigger one...” Jessie reached out like a mime and grabbed something running through the center of the room, seemingly rising up at a shallow angle towards the south wall.

Jessie's awkward skirt tore open and fluttered to the ground. From her angle beneath Jessie, Candace could see her sister was growing, her body changing and ripening again as the Eight-Ball tried to make a Naiad out of a woman... only it was starting with a Super Naiad already.

“Ooo! That one’s really tingly.” She reported. Then she got a wicked gleam in her eye and pulled herself forward through the air, mounting her invisible strand like she was draping herself low over a motorcycle where she could grind the frame right into her–

“Oh, fuck. YES YES YES!!!” blue sparks burst in a torrent from her already dripping snatch, filling the air with the smell of ozone and her sex-scent.

Suddenly Jessie was a whirlwind, a combination of breathtaking control and heart-pounding wild abandon. Her whole body spun in the air above Candace’s bed and she twirled like a pole dancer act turned almost on its side, rubbing her furiously sparking clit with desperate need against the invisible pole like it was the most important thing she’d ever done.

She looked down, “Oh God, Candace. It feels so good! Oh, and something... something in my muscles...” A wave of trembling rolled up and down her half-naked body. Her muscles tensing, tightening, and resettling on her bones. Whatever it was, she looked stronger now. Another powerful seizure struck her, as if the unknown process that hand just transpired, having tested the waters of what Jessie's enhanced body could withstand, repeated itself a hundred more times in rapid succession. Her arms and legs twisted up behind her, her back arched and her amazing breasts thrust nearly into Candace’s face. Her gray hoodie was on the verge of erupting trying to contain the even larger and heavier boobs now gracing her figure as Jessie swelled into a double-decker super deluxe Super Naiad. One with the old-school abilities, now. Flight at the very least, and so much more, Candace suspected. Eight-ball sometimes gave the woman what could only be called a superpower. But it looked like Jessie's already Far-more-than-just-a-woman body was getting all of the powers. Painted with the entire rainbow of awesome.

Obviously out of control as her body absorbed the effects of Eight-Ball on a level no one had ever been able to before, Jessie slid slowly up and way at an angle, dragged off by her own approaching divinity. She was still looking down at Candace with the most beatific expression of sweet pleasure as she continued to twist and shake, as if she were a complete innocent, caught up in the maelstrom. As if some gentle and worthy soul had been touched by God, who said, "lo, here is a champion for all the world. Rise, Jessie Moore, rise and become SUPER."

Jessie's long gymnast-like arm shot out and she caught hold of one of the bronze orbs that decorated the bedposts at the corners of Candace's bed, trying to halt her own rise. She squeezed desperately, clinging to the heavy bed. The little lost balloon that didn't want to fly away. The corner of the heavy piece of furniture hardly had a chance to rise of the floor before the pressure from Jessie's five slender fingers melted the solid hunk of metal. Hotter and faster than any industrial press, hundreds of times the force required to lift the front end of an SUV. Like the strongest of the doomed Eight-Ball women ever, "punch through a building strong."

The supergirl struck the high ceiling without stopping, her animal need to pump against the hidden strand overcoming her fear of heights as she remained a passenger on an escalator towards Heaven. She plowed right through the drywall with slow, relentless, lazy power. Roof beams cracked across her flailing limbs, sending sharp fragments raining down in a trickling shower.

Oh... ohhhh.... OH!!! Again. Fuck me again!” She wailed as she burst through the roof tiles and out into the afternoon sky, riding some current visible only to her that was blasting raw pleasure into her pussy even as it supported her mass. For a moment she was so filled with bliss she couldn't see, white-hot stars filling her vision. Everywhere she looked, whether at the grassy slope below their house or at the buildings on either side of her home, the white stars in her eyes seemed to be followed by browning and charring, long scorched lines left in the wood and grass. Decking and house paint toasted golden brown by her regard. The tiniest of movements drew her attention and she saw with unexpected, almost telescopic, clarity the same squirrel that had chittered mockingly at her in the pool as she'd been drowning in strawberry scented foam. She narrowed her eyes, the stars in the center of her vision growing even brighter.

A second later the squirrel was nothing but a blackened skeleton in the middle of a cheery grass fire. She blinked quickly a few times and the stars were gone. But she knew they'd be back if she wanted.

"Really? Oh hell yeah!" she whispered, the softest sounds she'd made since her toes left the floor behind forever. Then grinding her hips on the luminous thread between her thighs, Jessie inhaled until she felt like she was swallowing the clouds and let out her biggest scream of pleasure yet, the still girlish cries echoing across the whole valley and rolling across the larger urban basin more powerfully than thunder. Using the same words, because they'd seemed so right the first time:

Yes! YES!! YYYYYEAAAAASSS!

With hearing as sharp as her unexpected visual acuity, she heard her favorite sound: breaking glass. For miles around this time. A crystalline symphony of entropy, all for her.

Literally left behind, Candace looked up through the hole in her ceiling. Standing on tip-toe she could still just make out Jessie drifting 'up, up, and away!' to the south. Her sister pole dancing in thin air again, pleasuring herself like some kind of pornographic balloon as the whole empty blue sky fucked her eager and even-more-glorious body, handing her little sister orgasm after orgasm on a silver platter.

“Fuck you, Universe.” She announced tiredly, the last of her furious energy leaving her for now. How could such power even exist?! And what idiot twist of fate had given it to a nineteen-year-old monster that looked like a girl? Then Candace slumped down onto her own bed, heedless of the bits of plaster and ceiling beams scattered across it, and wept.

While I'd considered having her unlock the whole panoply of classic Supergirl powers one at a time, fact is the plot needs to get on with it and part seven will flow much better if Jessie does a lot of her 'leveling up' in rapid succession. Sorry for what might be a missed opportunity, but I'll make it up to you in the long run : .