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Careless Whispers
Written by HarmonyMotion with Au Goose
Edited by Au Goose
Commissioned by Rjjt456 and TRM

Chapter 1 - The Malice of Alice

@RealAliceLavoie posted a new story!

The world’s premier Canadian party-goddess had just taken a video selfie, dressed in tantalizing, custom-made red lingerie with her A-emblem emblazoned on each cup, covering her pert nipples. In it, she smiled brightly into the camera giving her captive worldwide audience a glimpse of her plump pink lips and perfect teeth. Her face had been exceptional even before, but now it was a masterpiece of youthful symmetry. Winking into the lens with her long, dark lashes and sparkling blue eyes, Alice flashed a little victory sign with her slender fingers before beginning to pan her phone around the bedroom.

The movement was exact and precise, never wobbly, never unsteady. Another tiny hint of the abilities she’d gained the day she’d… changed. She was in a large bedroom, presumably hovering above the floor considering the high vantage point. Yet another way to tease and titillate her audience. And to remind them what she’d become. She’d always had a flair for showmanship, figuring out a lot of tricks as an independent camgirl, but superpowers opened up a whole new world. A world which for almost a year now had had exactly one spoiled, bratty, and completely hedonistic Supergirl in it.

The video frame always kept Alice’s elegant neck and subtly muscled bare shoulders in view, with just a glimpse of the tops of her more-than-modest breasts visible. The place was absolutely lavish—large mirrors for the vain (and Alice was certainly that), bottles of champagne on ice, canisters of whip cream on a rolling cart.

She let the camera drift a little further to a large canopy bed, replete with embroidered curtains and frilly golden ropes. The curtains were drawn back to reveal her most recent conquest. Scattered across the bed were a few props: a crowbar twisted into a knot, a thick steel slab molded into a crude breastplate commemorating the rounded glory of her buxom torso, the scorched remnants of several detonated grenades.The centerpiece of this bouquet of super-powered foreplay was a bruised, battered, and broken Ed Crevins lying in a twisted heap, breathing gently.

“Oops!” Alice flipped the camera back on herself, making sure to tilt the camera down to her feet and trace it along the entire length of her sensual body. When it got to her face, she covered her mouth cutely with her spare hand in mock shock. No one was actually shocked. It was Tuesday, after all.

The video ended. Alice’s cutesy expression evaporated.

“Clean this shit up and get boy-toy here hydrated.” she called out, causing two maids to timidly push open the heavy double doors to the Presidential Suite. Their faces were such perfect little portraits of fear doing battle with lust that Alice laughed out loud. Ed had been her movie star crush, and she might have found him impressive back when she’d had healthy only-human libido. The first time she’d flown into his home and fucked him senseless had been a dream come true. But a body like hers had needs, and these days he was coming up far short.

She looked at the two maids again, both of them openly ogling her curvaceous lingerie-clad perfection. Clearly lust had won the argument. Which made this their lucky day.

Her suggestive smirk was accompanied by a ruby twinkle in her eye. The two young women felt only a moment of passing warmth as the front half of their black and white uniforms disintegrated and the remaining scraps fluttered to the carpeted floor.

Ten minutes later, a slightly more satisfied Alice rocketed into the air with a little push of her red heeled boots off the penthouse balcony in downtown Los Angeles. A frown flickered across her face. Boots had never really been her thing…

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“She’d make such a great Supergirl,” a masculine voice whispered in Alice’s ear, speaking in English with a hint of a posh New York accent. It sounded like an intimate secret, something meant to be kept private, either with oneself or between conspirators.

But she was the one who heard it. In the middle of a busy street. No creep within close distance that she could see.

A second later, her slender body went stiff. Her purse slid off her elbow, her expensive phone clattering to the floor with a loud crack. The videos of her self-obsessed adventures were her only source of income!

But Alice was too preoccupied to worry about such trifling matters. Her entire body went horizontal, slowly pivoting until she was parallel to the Toronto sidewalk below, levitating like a stage magician’s beautiful assistant. A soft silver-white glow surrounded her figure, sparking and flaring, making Alice look as if she were being burnt alive. But nothing could be further from the truth. Cars skidded to a halt and other pedestrians began to divert from their little lives to stop and stare at the mysterious glowing woman.

Alice was dressed in a pair of fetching tight gray yoga pants and matching sports bra, on her way to the gym to promote Blong!, the new “fitness” drink that was making its rounds with all the big influencers. Lucky for her, the skintight material was stretchy. But her impending transformation tested the very limits of that elastic fabric.

She’d always been sexy, and she knew it. That was the absolute baseline to make it in this sphere of work. But these days, there were so many sexy, outgoing influencers. Always a new flavor of the week showing up. Fit girls. Girls with huge tits. Girls with huge asses. Alice always thought she was a tasteful blend of it all, but who could account for a constantly shifting public taste? And now the damn filters were making real human beauty obsolete. She’d considered getting a lot of cosmetic surgery done to keep up. Breasts that wouldn’t quit. A butt that popped. Lips that begged to be kissed. Some rhinoplasty, jaw reshape, eyelid surgery…

The little whisper took care of all that for her. The ultimate filter, one completely unconcerned with human limits.

All of the beauty markers that Alice had pined for in others, she received a hundred-fold. It began by perfecting her face. All of the faint scars of her teen years faded away into smooth softness, her skin pliable and flawlessly even. No large, visible pores, no blemishes—just pure, healthy, radiant satin skin.

Her eyes grew wider as well, her pupils brighter and downright hypnotic. Among her former peers, a beautiful pair of luminescent eyes were windows to the soul and a ticket to the big time. The whisper promised and delivered eyes that would mesmerize onlookers, dominating their souls in the process with her sparkling, captivating sapphires.

Her lookers were powerfully accentuated by dark, elongated lashes, really making those brilliant new gems stand out. Further framed by perfectly sculpted, thick, dark, and arched eyebrows, outlining the most brilliant feature of her face.

Her cheeks flushed a soft, natural pink as the remnants of her baby fat melted away, revealing a more sultry, seductive, smoky look. Her jaw narrowed down as well, giving Alice that ideal heart-shaped face that she had always longed for.

The long, flowing strands of her dirty blonde hair began to shimmer and glow as well. Each pulsing massage of that mysterious energy wrapped every silky strand and converting her tresses into a lustrous shimmering gold. She’d never have to treat her hair again. Their luster, thickness, and fragrance were the stuff of legend.

Alice had smoked to suppress her appetite. But there was no longer any evidence of that as the energy flooded into her body through every orifice. Her lips plumped with smooth, pink, pillowy flesh, her teeth perfectly white and even, gleaming in the dark. Even her breath was sweet and fresh, floral and seductive, lust-inducing, and downright orgasmic.

Finished with her visage, the blazing aura now intensified around her soft and naturally curvy body. Her dieting restrictions and sacrifices had left her with desirably thin and toned limbs plus a waist to die for, but the mysterious transformative energy gave her something better. Much better.

Her slightly developed muscles turned rock hard, impenetrable by any human standard. Her biceps and triceps carved out smooth, sleek muscle; tastefully visible, all feminine. And oh-so-unstoppably powerful. Still immobile, Alice clenched them involuntarily as the energy coursed through her arms and down to her fingertips, leaving her fingernails with a healthy French manicure that would never break.

Her breasts began to grow outward as well, ignoring the presence of gravity. All of that diet and exercise had not been conducive to her still-impressive orbs, but that would not be a concern any longer. Alice’s gray sports bra stretched to its very limit as her chest expanded through the alphabet of cup sizes, her luscious flesh filling it out wonderfully and spilling out the top and sides as she settled on a perky ‘G’. The too-tight garment was stretched to its limit, further strained by a pair of rigidly erect nipples unwilling to be hidden by any human artifice. It would have hurt, had it not been for Alice’s total invulnerability to harm. As it was, it just left her appearance at her unbeatable best.

Her trim waist grew firmer, abs strong and defined. Her hourglass figure was already formidable, and yet the energy still found some way to enhance it. Alice gasped as the power pounded at her intimacy, flooding past her pink gates and filling her completely while amplifying her sensitivity as many magnitudes as it had amplified her strength. She yelped in lust as it pounded away at her bones, turning them denser and then indestructible as it widened her hips, tightened the spheres of her butt, and elongated her legs. Her toes pointed outward as she put on inch after inch of sleek, succulent length, all contained in her tight calves and supple thighs. Her pants slid up higher and higher, until they looked like capris painted onto her sleekly muscular legs and outlining her throbbing, wet, pink pussy lips.

With a clench of her pretty little fists and a flex of her toes, the remaining energy coursed into her eyes and mouth. An exhale of pleasure blasted the heavens with her powerful puff. Her eyes radiated pure, destructive heat as they glowed. The environment surrounding her was spared only because her invulnerable eyelids were still closed, quarantining her new, inexorable power.

Finally, the glow faded. Alice’s body relaxed.

She opened her eyes. Still suspended horizontally in midair, Alice began to laugh. She could feel the pure, raw, unfiltered power that her body possessed. She rolled over in midair as if lying in her own bed, kicking her legs behind her playfully. She felt so fucking good! And the power inside of her…

She emitted a thin laser beam into the distance like some sort of sexy terminator, eye aglow for only a brief moment. It was so precise, so devastating that it sliced through thick tree trunks of a park down the street, leaving only charred cinders where they touched. An effortless puff, and she put those out while blowing ancient, heavy wood off into the distance.

The gathering crowd gasped, half in terror and half in lust. Alice floated upward, finally righting herself and, with a little flourish, brushed her the fragrant golden silk curtain she called her hair behind her head. The little gesture sent her pheromonic perfume wafting through the air, crippling the people around her with lust. Most of them, men or women, stained their pants with their sexual fluid. Alice’s sweet musk was as super as the rest of her new body, and it exercised complete control over its audience.

Oh, she was so sexy now. No, SUPER sexy. And powerful to match. She would be rich and famous. She would take anything or anyone she wanted. And nobody, nobody, could stop her.

The world was Alice’s oyster.

Alice groaned in frustration as she hovered over central Europe. Socialite parties were becoming less commonplace since they were a beacon for Alice to crash and stir up trouble. Movie premieres too. The world had quickly learned that Alice had a penchant for attractive movie stars regardless of gender. After all, she uploaded video evidence of so many of her conquests. Some were left completely spent and unconscious, like Ed Crevins. Many times over, in fact. Ed had been a favorite of hers ever since he played a thunder god superhero, and she loved to have him roleplay as the mighty hero, whom she then proceeded to ravish unceremoniously. There were regularly weekly uploads of her lifting him by the throat, tossing him around in his expensive suite, and thanks to her renowned pheromones, riding his never-flagging erection violently as she milked every last drop from him.

Of course, this was against Blammagram’s terms of service. But a quick in-person visit to their San Francisco offices set that issue straight. Rumors were that she had fucked the CEO into a gibbering mess. He still hadn’t returned to making public appearances.

Otherwise, she uploaded videos of her attractive victims kneeling beneath her, begging for mercy as they kissed Alice’s feet and sucked her toes. No starlet was spared. All of them were forced to admire, worship, and praise Alice’s superior beauty and give unscripted critiques of their own appearance compared to hers. Those segments had been equal parts hilarious and disturbing.

So now, no more socialite or high-class parties to crash. No more red carpet events. It was like there was a global pandemic taking place, of the superpowered blonde kind. Alice scrolled through celebrities on her phone, seeing if there were any that she hadn’t played with yet but still caught her eye. Perhaps an older fellow. …No, they never lasted long enough. Even under the influence of her pheromones.

High in the atmosphere, Alice found some people on the internet suggesting that a certain government should take responsibility for her actions. Dressed in her supervillainess outfit of a pair of thigh-high black boots, short black skirt, and low cut white crop top, she tucked her phone into her cleavage and made a beeline for France. ‘Again with the damned boots,’ she thought. She missed just wearing flats.

Still, she’d just found a good way to entertain herself while teaching the world a lesson.

“Why doesn’t the French government do something about her?! Isn’t she one of their citizens? It’s their responsibility!” a small segment of the internet bemoaned.

Now that the slaughter and fun was over, maybe she would go look for this rumored second superpowered girl that everyone seemed to be talking about. Or perhaps… she turned her focus on the one goal that drove her to madness: finding the source of that whisper right before her fateful transformation.

Chapter 2 - Ricky Slate, Jennifer Berates

“God, I used to follow her in Blammagram,” Ricky admitted to his girlfriend as he watched the terror unfold on TV.

“Yeah? She’s… pretty,” Jennifer managed. “Your fantasy come true, isn’t it?”

“Well, now that it’s actually happening in real life, I have to say my enthusiasm has dampened a little. I’m sure there’s thousands of guys out there reconsidering their fetis–”

He paused. “Oh shit, don’t be jealous. She was pretty before, but she was nothing compared to you!”

“Was.” Jennifer’s eyes narrowed.

“Hey, you can’t deny…”

“Yeah yeah, I know. I’m just giving you a hard time.” She punched him in the arm before taking a seat on the couch next to him. She had very little to worry about. She was phenomenally pretty in her own right. Especially since…

“Ow!” Ricky rubbed his arm.

“So selfish superpowered bitch doesn’t do it for you anymore, huh?”

“Yeah… this is pretty terrifying. The consequences of a fantasy come true are a little overwhelming. Seeing… that is a little too much,” Ricky gulped as Alice Lavoie landed on the front of a tank, sinking her heeled boots into the metal, scrunching the metal machine flat.

“But you still like the power, no? What about the new good girl who arrived on the scene?”

“Oh fuck yeah! She’s great! But she’s so anonymous, and we only hear things about her. She doesn’t seem to want any credit. I wish we knew more about her. Maybe she should publicize. Make some money. Be a little selfish and enslave a few corporations for sponsorships. You know, gently. Ha!”

“God, you’re the worst,” Jennifer rolled her eyes. Then, hesitantly, “You think there’s a reason for her anonymity? Do you think she could handle Alice?”

Richard sighed. “I hate to say it, but hell no. The good girl just does small-scale stuff, right? Arrests robbers, sometimes saves a bus full of children. But this…”

Alice’s cape was billowing in a windstorm of her own making. Criss-crossed with bands of molten orange light, the Eiffel Tower had long collapsed, and now it along with all the soldiers and their weaponry were being scattered over the horizon by Alice’s easy blowing. After she closed her lips, she blurred and appeared in front of a camera, hands-on-hips. Addressing her global audience, she proudly announced, “I’m from Quebec! We speak Quebecois! The closest living language to ancient, proper French! Educate yourself, idiots!”

With that, her eyes glowed incandescent before a thin beam of light killed that camera transmission for good.

“Yeah. I doubt the anonymous girl could handle something like this.”

“Maybe she should try. I mean, she should do something, right? Who else could even come close?”

“If she knows what’s good for her, she should just stay away. She needs to get more powerful… if she’s out of the equation, then we’re really doomed.” Ricky’s voice grew somber. “God help us all.”

Jennifer was resting her blonde head on Ricky’s shoulder, a determined look on her face.

In the backdrop of Ricky’s luxurious living room was a cut-out of an ancient stone wall. “Funded by the Slate family,” was the engraving in the pedestal that the artifact rested on. A small plaque outlined the details of the carved-out tablet, noting that it was discovered in Egypt by a cult of sun worshippers.

A large, almost glowing silvery orb was in the top left of the tablet. It looked almost like a separate piece, not carved from the stone itself, but a mystery object that was set within petrified earth. When the sun hit it the right way, it glimmered as if alive.

Two threads connected the otherworldly orb to two magnificently detailed flying women carved out of the tablet. A crude depiction of humans kneeling and supplicating themselves before those two ran across the bottom boundary of the stone.

Beneath the boundary frame of the stone floor lay three more orbs, with two of them not quite as eye-catching as the large one on the top left, but clearly cut from the same strange material. They looked corroded and broken down, thin, spiderweb cracks adorning their surfaces. One of the three still looked untouched, like its brethren high in the sky.

Chapter 3 - Cara Advises, Jen Improvises

“He still doesn’t know you’re Good Girl!?” Cara reprimanded Jenny. “I thought you were gonna tell him! From what I know, he’d be ecstatic. You couldn’t find a more supportive person than Ricky.”

Jenny sighed.

“It’s weird, Cara. I-”

“Well, no shit it’s weird! You’re fucking gorgeous and have superpowers!” Cara interrupted with a hint of envy. The bubbly, confident redhead used to be the pretty one. Jenny’s makeover had turned those tables decisively. The way she told it, she’d gone to sleep like any other night and woken up… amazing.

“No, not that! Believe me, I totally understand how lucky I am. But you know, when I’m doing some of these things… it’s like an out-of-body experience. Like I’m outside myself, seeing me disarming petty muggers. Striking a pose. Saying really cheesy stuff to civilians, you know?”

“Poor little you,” Cara bemoaned with fake sympathy.

“No, really! Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my mind. Just a little,” Jenny twiddled her fingers nervously.

“You’re serious,” Cara noted. “Sorry girlfriend. That’s gotta be scary.”

“And sometimes I feel like I could lose control, you know? More than I already have. Like, I have impulses. Maybe inspired by Alice Lavoie. But less evil. Just… petty shit. Hurting people for fun, going to parties and being a total fucking asshole, stuff like that.”

“That doesn’t sound like you at all,” Cara reassured.

“No it doesn’t, does it? But was Alice such an evil bitch before?”

“She’s an influencer! Of course she was!” Cara snickered at her own joke.

Jennifer didn’t laugh.

“It’s not only when I’m all masked up either. I love Ricky.”

“Wasn’t that a given?” Cara raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t understand. Like, I love him too much. Unbearably so. It hurts to be away from him. It’s… obsessive. And it all started when I got these powers.”

“You might need to see a shrink…” Cara offered.

“And tell them what? That I’m superpowered and crazy? And despite my powers, I’m still powerless before Alice? What a stupid situation I’m stuck in!”

“Just… I dunno. Talk to them. Maybe you and Ricky need to set some boundaries.”

“That’s just it, Cara! I don’t even want boundaries! You even saying that makes me…” Jenny clenched her fist. A vein throbbed visibly in her forehead.

“Whoa girl…” Cara raised her hands and backed off.

“Sorry. Sorry. Now you know what it’s like. This is how I feel. All the time. It’s… something’s not right with me, Cara.”

“Is it safe to hug you?” Cara stopped backpedaling and extended her arms.

Jenny flung herself at her friend with superspeed, materializing in front of her. Arms wrapped around each other’s backs, Jenny squeezed her friend tight and shed a tear. The two shared a tender moment and separated.

“You know, it’s a lot. The world has been turned upside down now. Maybe you just feel the burden of responsibility because of Alice. Give it some time, let it play out. I’ll always be here if you need to talk.”

“Thanks Cara.” Jenny sniffled.

“You know, you could always give your powers to me. I solemnly swear to do good and not be a fucking psychopathic superpowered rapist,” Cara held up her right hand and huffed with triumphant resolve.

“Ha. You know, Cara? If I could, I would.” She tucked a stray blonde lock behind her ear. “Gotta go, babe. I hear another stupid store robbery taking place. I’ll try not to be an evil bitch.”

“Go go. And have some fun while you’re at it, won’t you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”

Chapter 4 - Alice Arrives

Ricky and Jennifer were dressed to kill, attending a gala at the New York Met. The chilly night air was no bother to the New York natives. Bright lights and crowded streets were a regular sight in the city that never slept, and people looked on curiously at the first public gathering the world had seen in months.

The New York Metropolitan was hosting an event dedicated to the Slate family who had funded the dig in a new site in Egypt for a whole year for purely charitable reasons. Alice had never shown interest in relics of the past before. Everyone was hoping to avoid an incident and get back to their normal lives.

Amidst the flashing cameras, Jenny caught sight of her redheaded friend wearing a handsome boy around her arm. She waved frantically to try and catch her attention, but the entire crowd, Cara included, was looking elsewhere. The cameras stopped flashing.

Everyone was looking up.

Alice floated down in a pair of strappy, heeled, open-toed shoes and a black dress with a slit that plunged all the way down to her navel, revealing wide swaths of her unbeatable torso. Landing on the red carpet, she strutted and swayed toward the entrance.

“Now this is a party!” she gleefully announced. “What are we celebrating?”

“Um… Alice…” a bouncer muttered. “We were told, not to, um, allow uninvited…”

Suddenly, she was gripping the large uniformed man by his neck. Her arm was fully extended straight up as he flailed helplessly in her grip. He struck her steely arm limply as he quickly lost consciousness.

“Anyone else want to ruin my fun?” Her eyes glowed as she cast her imperious, potentially destructive gaze at the enforcers.

They all shook their heads meekly.

“Good!” She tossed the one who’d dared defy her over her shoulder without a thought. “Now, who wants to tell me about this little museum event?”

“It’s a celebration of a dig in Egypt funded by the Slate family…” one of the hosts whimpered at their cruel goddess.

“Oh good! Who wants to show me around and tell me which pieces are the most valuable? I’ll take the good ones and save you all the trouble of fawning over the cheap shit by smashing them into pieces!” She clenched a fist.

“You’re so pathetic! All that power, and this is what you do with it!?” Ricky yelled.

“W-who said that!?” Alice yelled as she scanned the crowd frantically. “Who dared to say that!” That voice! It was so familiar!

“I said, all that power, and this is what you do with it!?” Ricky was far too irate and feeling too self-righteous to worry about his well being. He’d personally attended some of the digs represented here tonight, a true believer in his family’s work to preserve the past and bring it to the public. He hadn’t even noticed that Jenny had long since left his side.

Alice’s eyes went wide as she finally caught sight of the man who dared to defy her, even after her reputation and infamy. It had to be him! The whisperer! She scanned his belongings and appearance, committing everything to memory. Ricky Slate. One of the people being celebrated tonight.

So distracted was the superpowered socialite that she didn’t even notice Good Girl in a red and blue catsuit rocketing out of the air, pounding Alice headfirst into the concrete pavement.

“Everyone get out of here! It’s dangerous!” the previously anonymous superheroine yelled, arms shaking as she tried to hold Alice’s head down in the sidewalk blocks with her gloved hands.

Good Girl gasped in shock as her arms started to tremble. She redoubled her efforts in holding down Alice’s head. Her arms burned from the exertion as sweat dripped down her jaw.

Alice was rising straight up into the air, completely unaided by any other part of her body!

“Noooooo!” Good Girl cried, recognizing that Ricky had been right. She was no fucking match for Alice. None at all.

Alice’s arms reached upwards slowly for all to see. She wrapped her fingers around Good Girl’s wrists and squeezed lightly. The so-called heroine gasped in pain as she released her ineffective grip over Alice’s head, bolts of pain firing through her arms.

Alice rotated until she was floating upright, repeating the first trick she’d ever learned.

“So it’s true! There is a second super around! Though… not quite so super as me, it looks like. And not much of a heroine at all!” Alice cackled.

“You… let these people go! Stop your tyranny!” Good Girl yelled unconvincingly. It sounded more like a plea.

“Or what?” Alice sneered, her attitude as undeniable as her power and beauty. “You’ll stop me?” She squeezed Good Girl’s wrists tighter.

“I will… ahhhhhhhhh!” Good Girl’s universe exploded with pain.

“Hahaha!” Alice laughed as she raised Good Girl over her head.

She slammed the blonde superheroine into the pavement. It shattered into large pieces.

“Your welcome for me was quite rude, don’t you think?” Alice taunted. “Do you always greet guests this way?”

Good Girl was too dazed to respond. Blood dripped down her nose. Blood!

Alice raised the hapless heroine above her head once again. Then she drove her into the concrete. Good Girl’s body began to blur as Alice increased her speed, turning the durable but still vulnerable girl into a jackhammer, pulverizing the concrete beneath them to dust.

“Oh, she’s so much more fun than a tank! Or a squishy human!” Alice declared smugly, adjusting to grip Good Girl by the back of her neck. She was completely beaten and unconscious. Her face and body were one, large, purple bruise. Her shoulders looked detached from her sockets.

“But like all my toys, she just didn’t last very long,” Alice pouted. She let go of Good Girl’s limp body and blew her away with a little puff of breath. It sent the unconscious girl crashing through buildings as well as tossing some of the unlucky bystanders head over heels as well, killing them in the process.

“Damn, Good Girl needs to be like twenty times more powerful to take on Alice… powerful enough to slap the powers right out of that crazy bitch,” Ricky whispered.

“Now, Ricky Slate. You and I need to talk.” Alice floated over toward him. “Just what the fuck did you do to me!?”

“Me?! What… what the fuck are you talking about! Y’ARGH!”

He screamed as Alice pinched his shoulder with her powerful fingers.

“It was your voice, wasn’t it! Saying that I’d make a great Supergirl! There’s no way I could mistake it! What power do you have over me!”

“I don’t…” he stammered.

A powerful, directionless feminine moan washed over the crowd, the very ground shivering under their feet.

“What the…?” Alice mused, feeling her body tingle with unexpected desire.

“Oh, oh, oh, OOOOHHHHH!” The rising shouts of pleasure came fast and breathy, despite their volume being enough to drown out jet engines.

Collapsed to her knees and trembling with lust, Cara whispered, “Jenny?”

“Fuuuuuuuuuck YEEEEEEEEEEEES!” A scream echoed out from the other side of town where Good Girl’s body had tumbled. “SO MUCH POWER!!”

The shockwaves of Good Girl’s sonic cry flattened all of the party-goers. Even Alice braced herself from the impact, leaning into Good Girl’s erotic moans to prevent from being blown over. Her hair flew tuat, yanking even her superpowered head back.

“What the fuck is that!?” Alice demanded of a still suspended Ricky. He was hanging onto Alice’s arm for dear life against Good Girl’s orgasmic scream as well.

Suddenly, Good Girl reappeared on the scene. No longer bruised and battered, her tattered costume was the only indication that she’d been in any sort of trouble at all. Her new and improved physique and soul-crushing beauty certainly showed no sign of wear.

Alice dropped Ricky to the ground and locked her gaze onto her new rival. She was so pretty! Even more than herself, Alice had to admit! She grew wet at the sight of an unmasked Good Girl, rubbing her thighs together to try and relieve the burning ache in her womb.

“Alice! It’s time for me to stop your reign of terror!” Good Girl pronounced.

Her husky voice, dripping with desire, caused the entire crowd to orgasm on the spot. Even Alice cried out in agony as a deep, dark stain appeared on her elegant diamond-studded dress. A torrent of her sexual juices dripped down her thighs.

“Good Girl! Wait! Stop and think!” Alice managed to stammer through gritted teeth as superhuman pleasure that she’d never known continued to erupt inside of her. Her entire body trembled, her firm breasts jiggling with a force she’d never thought possible. All from hearing another woman’s voice!

“Oh, so now you want to play nice, huh? After you smash me into concrete?”

Alice’s legs truly gave out now. She collapsed onto the pavement, sitting in a puddle of her own fragrant juices.

“It’s… Ricky…” Alice’s mind was beginning to fade as Jenny-induced pleasure began to overwhelm her. “Can’t you see… he’s… controlling… us…”

“No excuses and no tricks! I’m putting an end to your tyranny! You won’t be hurting the world any longer!”

“You have to listen to me!” Alice surged back to life with a renewed burst of willpower. She gathered herself and flew into the air once more, ready to fight.

“Jenny!!” Cara cried. “Look out!”

Both superwomen turned to face the redhead who had used Good Girl’s real name.

Alice made a snap decision and flew ominously toward Cara. If she had a hostage, maybe she could make Good Girl/Jenny listen to reason.

But Good Girl was far too powerful now. She caught Alice with a meter to spare, grabbing the villainess by her blonde mane as her clawed hands reached out for Cara. Yanking Alice back to face her with overwhelming strength, she threw a single back-handed slap across the super-influencer’s cheek. A shower of silver sparks erupted from Alice’s body. They drifted into the air and splashed over Cara, leaving only the original unpowered Alice Lavoie behind.

“I’m… finally… free…” Alice smiled in contentment as she lost consciousness.

Good Girl gently placed the self-obsessed influencer back on the ground. She was no threat anymore.

“Fear not, citizens! The new and improved Good Girl is here to serve and protect!” Floating in the air like an angel, she drank in the adoration and lustful heat from the crowd as they admired her perfect body. Is this how Alice had felt? So powerful, so beautiful, so utterly unstoppable… but even more than Alice had been. Jenny could feel her beauty dominating anyone who lay eyes on her. She didn’t need to threaten people with anything as crude as brute super strength. They would do anything to please her. Just to lay eyes on her.

“Jenny! You… you got powered? Again!?” Cara asked, feeling strangely light headed. “Oh. Something is happening to me…” She sighed before fainting backwards, sweet nectar dripping down her long legs. Her date should have caught her but he only gazed in slack jawed wonder at Good Girl 2,0.

“You know… hnnng! This goddess?!” the inconsiderate arm candy asked as he spurted once again, widening the stain on his pants. He didn’t even turn to see Cara now floating horizontally in mid-air, a silver-white aura surrounding her blossoming form as a reenactment of Alice Lavoie’s super-ascension played out on the canvas of Cara’s eager body..

“Oh my, Cara! Looks like your date likes me!” Jenny cooed. She licked her plush lips, tracing the clearly visible outline of her large nipple against her skintight red and blue costume with a single fingertip, eliciting a final groan from Cara’s date and knocking him out completely.

“I love this!” Jenny cried as she cupped her new, fuller breasts. She twisted in midair, letting the crowd bask in the glorious perfection of her form as she basked in their adoration.

“Jenny? You’re… ung… Good Girl?”

Jenny finally heard Rick’s voice. She witnessed the telltale stain in his slacks as well. She could smell his salty heat. It sent her heart soaring.

“Oops,” she bit her lip coquettishly in false modesty. “Like what you see?” She spread her legs lasciviously, revealing her lacy red panties and her tight thighs to Ricky’s hungry eyes.

Ricky nodded dumbly, unable to form any coherent sentences at the sight of his fantasy girl come to larger-than-life.

“Come on! We have a party to attend! Without Alice ruining it! And look at Cara! She’s pretty super herself now!”

“Nothing compared to you…” Cara replied breathlessly.

Jenny gathered Ricky and Cara each in a separate arm. They shuddered at her touch as she forcibly dragged them to their feet and led them into the Met.

Chapter 5 - Guilty Feats

“Did you hear about Cara’s latest?” Jenny giggled.

“No… what happened now?” Ricky asked as he struggled with his constant surging erection in the presence of his beloved fantasy girl.

“The poor thing… they’d just met up outside the bar. Cara told me she wanted a guy who could withstand a kiss, and she didn’t want to waste a whole night just to find that the guy was useless. So she forced herself on him as soon as he arrived. He came in his pants immediately! It was just a kiss!”

Jenny laughed as she kicked her feet in joy. The sight of her smooth, sculpted legs moving so fluidly and sensually caused Ricky to erupt again as well.

“You’re lucky I’m not Cara!” Jenny smirked triumphantly. “I bet she’d toss your ass to the street as well! Think you can hang on for a while now?”

Ricky was still in the throes of an orgasm. His hips bucked involuntarily as he squeezed his eyes shut, processing the final pulses of pleasure coursing through his body.

“Hah… hah… I think so, Jenny…”

“So yeah. Cara’s little experiment didn’t work at all! She just left her date in front of the door and went into the bar herself. She didn’t even get any drinks out of him before he was completely useless!”

“As if she needed him to pay,” Ricky grinned droopily. His body was in a constant state of bliss and exhaustion.

“Haha, yeah! She blissed suitors out the door. Like, literally. They’d pay for a drink, she’d size them up and then kick them out.”

“God, that’s hot!” Ricky surged to readiness once again.

“Ooh, your little boy wants to play again?” Jenny gave him a wink with her piercing blue eyes.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” Ricky screamed as his swollen balls sought relief once again. His penis impossibly ejaculated another torrent of his productive seed, shaking and burning from involuntary pleasure brought upon by Jenny’s whims.

“Want some popcorn? I’ll go make some with my laser eyes,” Jenny cooed, swiping her silky finger along his shuddering cheek. His spasms intensified as she reignited his unabated passion with that gentle touch. He was so cute when he came!

Jenny hovered off the couch, her legs still splayed out horizontally and parallel to the floor. She didn’t bother changing her position as she made her unnatural way through Ricky’s expensive family mansion.

Pulling out a packet of microwave popcorn, Jenny pelted it with her laser beams. She didn’t want to burn down the whole place, after all. She wasn’t Alice Lavoie.

As the packet crinkled and expanded with the popping kernels of corn, Jenny could see the strange mural whose excavation Ricky’s family had funded. Strange… she hadn’t had the level of superhuman eyesight that she now possessed, but didn’t that third orb along the bottom boundary used to look different? She distinctly recalled the other two looking cracked and rusted as they did now, but the third one? She remembered it having a distinguished polish, almost hypnotic when she had gazed into its infinite depths. And now, it looked just as broken down as the other two.

She thought back to what Alice had said when she had been super. Just before Jenny had slapped the power out of her. What was it she’d said? Puppets? Of Richard’s making? And those whispers… could it really be possible?

The popcorn packet was blackening in her hands. The kernels had long since been ruined.

“Oh shit!” she exclaimed.

She put it out with an icy little puff of breath.

“Jenny? What is it?” Richard came waddling over, his jeans thoroughly soaked.

“Oh, Ricky! You can walk again?” Jenny suddenly whisked behind her boyfriend. Pressing her breasts forcefully into his back, she wrapped her strong, coltish legs around him and squeezed him tight while whispering hotly in his ear. Her seductive call and the sensation of being brushed by a goddess crippled him yet again with another mind-bending orgasm. He was supported only by her all-powerful body clamped around him. Otherwise, he would have been a sticky puddle on the floor, recovering only to find himself devastated again by any manner of small gesture that Jenny decided to sexually wreck him with. Not an hour went by without him experiencing pure, unfettered joy from his goddess girlfriend.

“Hee hee!” Jenny giggled, almost brainlessly. She loved feeling Ricky tremble in her bind!

Her gaze fell on the mural again. She remembered that she had something important to confront him about.

“Hey Ricky.”

“Unnggggggg!! Yesss… Jenny?” He was still vibrating in uncontrollable ecstasy.

“The orbs on that mural. Didn’t that third one along the bottom used to be shiny?”

“Jenny… I can’t… aghh!!!”

“Oh, oops!” She released him and ceased her seductive whispering in his ear. The blonde goddess drifted away from his limp, spasming form and waited for her orgasmic spell to wear off.

“Well?” she asked, when he had finally recovered.

“Huh… yeah, that’s strange,” he answered, voice still trembling. He tried to stand up and approach the artifact, but his orgasm attenuated legs couldn’t take it, and he fell back to the floor with a wet squish.

“Do you know if all three orbs used to be shiny?”

“Now that you mention it… yeah, I think they were. Yeah. Definitely. Wow! This is really something! Hey Jen, can you… can you make me come again?” he asked sheepishly.

“Of course, baby!” Jenny couldn’t help but fulfill whatever Ricky requested.

She waved her hand at a prone Ricky. His body lurched again at the sight of her graceful fingers. The simple gesture overwhelmed him. His eyes grew wide as his body jolted, arched and rigid. He gushed into his sodden pants once again.

“Sooooo goood!!!” Ricky’s clutching fingers slipped along the linoleum tiles along the floor as his body wrenched in pleasure.

“When Alice Lavoie turned into a super brat, do you know if one of those orbs went out? Like, does it look the way that it looks now?”

Ricky was in no condition to speak. His jaw was frozen, emitting only a whistling hiss from Jenny’s touchless orgasm.

“Ricky, baby? Do me a favor and focus, please?”

“Ohhhhh, okay.” His butt hit the floor as his body relaxed. He wiped the sheen of sweat from his brow.

“So do you remember about the orb? What happened when Alice turned into the super bitch? Did the orb get all… shattered like it is now?”

“I… I don’t remember,” Ricky gasped, cradling his aching, overtaxed loins.

“What about the second orb? Did that one coincide with me turning into Good Girl? Is that when it sort of encrustified like it is now?”

After the big incident where Jenny had literally slapped the super out of Alice, Ricky had finally admitted that he had fantasized about his girlfriend putting the evil villainess in her place.

“That… hmm. Maybe! Yeah, I think so! What are you getting at?”

“And this third one was shiny until just recently right? Did it happen after I beat Alice at the gala?”

“Now that you mention it, that sounds right. Why, where are you going with this, Jen?”

She looked back at the mural with its three corrupted orbs in horror. The large, glinting orb that represented the sun shone ominously, its two connecting threads to two flying women looking viciously threatening.

“Jen? You okay?”

“No, Ricky. I’m worried.”

“What about? God, you’re so fucking hot. Can you…”

But before he could voice his request, Jenny vanished from sight leaving behind only the wake of her superspeed.

Chapter 6 - Got No Rhythm

“Cara! Cara! I need to talk to you!”

A way dressed down Jenny found her redheaded, newly empowered friend galavanting at a resort mogul’s party. Things were picking back up again now that Alice Lavoie was behind bars that could actually hold her.

“Hey Jenny, what’s up? Came to join the fun? You can’t come in here wearing… whatever the hell that is. A garbage bag? This is a hoity-toity gig, don’t you know? Though I bet you could make the whole crowd fucking orgasm on the spot in spite of what you’re wearing. God, I’m so jealous of you!”

“Cara, I need to talk to you. It’s serious.” She used the same tone of voice that had gotten her friend to listen the last time.

Cara didn’t pick up on it. “Actually, I’m surprised you’re not hanging out with Ricky! If I had a guy like that, I wouldn’t want to do anything else!”

“That’s actually what I came to talk to you about, Cara.”

Her friend, dressed in scarlet gown a deeper shade than her fiery red hair, was floating over the concrete steps barefoot. A diamond-studded tiara rested on top of her head, as though she were royalty.

“Do you feel any… different toward Ricky?” Jenny chose her words carefully.

“What do you mean? He’s fucking cute. And sexy. Seriously, why aren’t you off sucking his dick right now? That’s what I’d be doing. I can tell that’s just what he wants right now,” Cara answered nonchalantly. She floated up toward the hotel entrance where the party was taking place.

Jenny licked her lips. She knew Cara was right. And she did want to devour his member right now. The desire nearly consumed her, now that Cara mentioned it.

“Don’t you think that’s weird!?” Jenny gave up on not priming her friend into the answer that she wanted to confirm. She’d already gotten it.

“What do you mean? You told me you were intensely in love with him. I bet it’s just that type of connection.”

“No, I said the intensity was weird! And… how do you know what he wants?!”

“Huh. Yeah, that is a little weird.”

“Sorry Miss, on account of recent events, we’re not letting supers join Mr. Lazzava’s party,” the bouncer extended an arm to bar her entry.

“Oh really?” Cara raised a sculpted eyebrow. “Jenny, why don’t you fucking blow his mind with your beauty and make him a laughingstock? Take off that frumpy sweater of yours. And then let’s go play.”

“No Cara! I don’t want to!” the blonde goddess wailed.

“What!? I bet it’s what Ricky would want! It’s so fucking hot when you melt people with your beauty! I’m not as good as you at it. If I were, you can bet I’d have the whole planet screaming my name in ecstasy right now!”

“Cara! This isn’t you! Ricky is influencing us somehow! Alice had picked up on it! You have to listen to me! Please focus!”

“Ugh, don’t harsh the mood, Jenny. Alice is finally gone. I wanna have some fun with my new powers.”

She looked at the bouncer who had dared block her path. He was visibly regretting his decision now. Cara raised her fingers to her lips, gave them a little kiss, and lowered her palm like a drawbridge toward him. A simple puff sent him flying into the hard wall beside the gold-trim rotating door.

“Cara!” Jenny scolded.

“I told you I’m not as good at the sex explosion thing as you, but I can still try…” She looked at the other bouncer.

“No, no, miss! Please, go in! I don’t agree with my colleague over there!”

“Mm, I don’t care.”

The redhead disappeared and reappeared behind the second uniformed guard. She wrapped her long limbs around him, constricting him like the prey that he was. A slender arm traced down his chest and swirled circles over his tenting trousers as she exhaled hotly over his earlobe before giving it a lusty suck.

He screamed and began to spasm violently as he came in his pants.

“Haha! So I’m not as good as you, but I’ve still got that something something!” Cara declared triumphantly. Her firm breasts carved into his back painfully as her own body trembled in laughter.

“Don’t stop coming!!” she declared loudly for all to see as she continued to nibble on his earlobe and increased the pressure of her finger against his clearly visible, pulsating erection. He remained standing and trembling thanks to Cara’s superpowered bind against his helpless, trembling body.

“Cara, stop! You can’t do this!” Jenny clenched her fists. She had defeated Alice, and Cara had basically absorbed the residual power that had left the world’s first villainess. She knew she could easily womanhandle her friend.

“Come on Jenny. It’s just natural. We’re so beautiful and powerful now. I’m not some villain like Alice, I swear. I just want to have fun. Besides, you don’t really want to stop me, do you? I know Rick likes this. It’s his fantasy after all, isn’t it? I won’t kill anyone.”

“Cara…” Jenny whimpered helplessly. It was true. She wouldn’t physically try to stop her friend. She couldn’t.

“Now, I’m going to have some fun like Alice did. Just without the mass murder and terror. Why don’t you talk to Ricky?”

Cara sped through the revolving door at superspeed. As the door rotated at high speed from her instant passage, Jenny could hear startled screams of terror and ecstasy making its way through the entire twelve-floor building. Even the structure itself seemed to be quaking in pleasure as it bounced up and down on solid earth.

Jenny frowned in distress.

Chapter 7 - Not A Fool

“Richard! You’ve made another Alice! And this time, it’s my friend!”

“Jenny! Oh my god! You’re right! Everything you said is true!”

He was looking at the mural intently. Jenny flew over by his side and looked at the inexplicable wish-granting artifact.

“Let Cara go! She’s at some party, basically raping everyone in her path!”

“It’s not rape, Jenny. She makes them feel good. Just like the way you make people feel.”

“Richard!”

“Okay, okay, you’re right! But I… I don’t know how!”

Jenny could feel the compulsion to fuck Richard into oblivion, even as he looked genuinely contrite.

“You still want me to fuck you? Even now?”

“Stop! Don’t talk about it! It only makes it worse for me. It’s unreal how sexy you are, Jenny. Even dressed like that. I can’t help my deepest fantasy. I don’t know what to do!”

“This is so fucked, Ricky. The only thing that tells me this isn’t normal is… nothing. I don’t really know. It’s just a guess. I remember when we first fell in love, I wanted to fuck like animals all the time. Maybe this is just my superpowered libido. It’s not like being all-powerful and unstoppable is ruining my life or anything…” she offered.

“So are you saying you don’t mind it?” Ricky asked hopefully.

Jenny’s powerful nether lips twitched in sympathetic ache. She wanted Rick’s hard meat deep inside of her.

“Nnng. No, this isn’t right,” Jenny moaned as she bit her luscious lower lip. “And Cara is out there turning the world upside down. I couldn’t even stop her. Like, literally couldn’t.”

Her desperate need to feel Rick inside of her subsided. But only a little.

“But you’re so much more powerful than her! I would know…” he followed with a whisper.

“Yes. The power isn’t the issue. It’s your desire. You don’t want me to stop her, do you?” Jenny raised an eyebrow at him.

He swallowed loudly.

“No. I suppose I don’t,” he admitted sheepishly.

“So what’s going to happen to me when you get bored of me? Cara is a hot piece of ass; there’s no denying that now. Am I just going to get put into storage alone somewhere as you fuck her? Or watch her take over the world?”

“I… I don’t know…” Ricky’s twisted fantasies and potential infidelity were making him feel worse and worse.

“What do we do now?” Jenny looked at the mural. Her eyes glowed with power. “Maybe if I destroy it…”

She clenched her fists, ready to unleash all hell on the artifact.

“Hey, what if I wish for every woman on earth to have superpowers, but all be submissive to you? You’ll never get bored that way! You can have your way with them, whenever you want. You’ll never be lonely with your own harem of godly beautiful superwomen!” Ricky half-joked.

“Another selfish fantasy!? Come on, Richard!”

But the mural had already latched onto Ricky’s tasteless suggestion. The “sun” orb in the sky came to life, shining brightly. 3 billion tendrils of bright lights shot out of it, one for every woman on earth. Only Jenny with her demi-godly vision could see it happening in slow motion.

“NO!” Jenny cried.

She reached out at superspeed and grabbed the sparkles closest to her, closing her hands on those beams of light. But her supercharged mind realized that she would be overwhelmed within the next microsecond. The only way was to stop it at its source.

Letting a few streaks fly by her, Jenny extended her limbs as wide as possible and flew toward the glowing, sparking orb. Trapping as many empowering beams as she could, she ripped the stone carving out of its stand with her ever-growing formidable strength and smothered the entire thing between her bulging breasts.

Jenny’s engulfing chest trapped the violent surges of energy exploding out of the mural. The orb began to corrode and crack as it unleashed more and more of its latent power, all channeled into the blonde goddess that struggled to save the world from Ricky’s sexual fantasies.

The power welled inside of her, threatening to overwhelm its new vessel. But she held on tight like the hero Ricky had meant for her to be as she absorbed every last drop, risking her own existence as her body threatened to explode at any moment.

Ricky just watched entranced by the vision before him. Jenny was growing hundreds, thousands—no, billions of times more powerful than his most recent wish. He could feel her infinite aura of power pricking his skin. Her hair grew out even longer than her entire height, thicker, resplendent with its own inner glow. Her breasts swelled even further, becoming wholly compelling, consuming his entire attention. Her perfumed scent radiated off of her in tidal waves, her beauty literally battering and breaking down the walls of his expensive condo.

He wished for her to take it all in.

Jenny cried out in an unbridled climax as she ejaculated a flood of power from her super speed spasming pussy lips. The bolt of power shot through the wall, blasting it to dust as it impaled anything and everything in its path. Other humans buckled over in ecstasy as Jenny’s pleasure drilled through them, empowering her with a miniscule fraction of the power that she was receiving.

And the orb was still firing.

Her breasts were so large, so firm now that they began to crush the mural as they sought more space to grow. The artifact, already in the midst of corroding away, buckled under the stress of her perfect cleavage. It burst in blinding glow, fully contained within Jenny’s wonderful, luscious slopes of feminine glory. Her nipples leaked power as she pinched them with fingers hard enough to break the entire known galaxy.

Just when her boobs were about to become far too large for her body and threatened to besmirch her beauty, Jenny’s entire stature began to expand as well. Her frame lengthened and widened to accommodate her unreasonably lush breasts, which meant that her arms and legs had to lengthen and fill out with more tight, fit, female muscle as well. She began to occupy more and more physical space inside of Ricky’s crumbling living room, but her mere presence and existence had long since dominated the entire galaxy.

All of Earth was on its knees now worshiping the deity that had been birthed by Ricky’s irresponsible wish. They could see her enormous stature in their mind’s eyes as they all continually orgasmed, calling out her name. Her extrawordly resplendent beauty was too much to resist as the entire world population’s hearts pumped harder and harder to tribute to its nascent goddess.

Jenny’s eyes slowly fluttered open, her brilliant sclera shining as the all-powerful glow finally began to recede into its new master. The planet cracked in half under the weight of her crushing beauty.

“Mmm…” she moaned as she came back to her senses, stretching her extreme limbs. Every little twitch of her toes and fingers obliterated all matter in their direction to dust.

Her silver eyes found Ricky positively drenched in a pool of his own semen from head to toe. The planet was splitting apart beneath her, tectonic plates peeling apart, infernal molten core visible.

“Oops!” she voiced, her exhalation blasting a new hole in reality once again. It traveled to the far edges of the galaxy before puncturing that boundary effortlessly and tearing into the infinite depths.

“And to think that Ricky would have unleashed something like this unto the world,” Goddess Jenny declared with a sigh. “Good thing I was here…”

She pulled the cracked and broken stone slate out from between her breasts. Most of it had been ground to dust. Jenny restored it with a snap of her fingers, which shattered a distant galaxy as collateral.

“Oops again. Sheesh, this is wild,” she whispered as another piece of the planet shattered again, developing new, deeper grooves.

Jenny winked away from her current position and reappeared, hundreds of billions of times larger, against the backdrop of the dark void of space. The new celestial ruler watched as thick, spider web-like cracks expanded through her native Milky Way Galaxy. The whole system was as small as a crystal ball to her. With a slight grunt of annoyance as if shattering a nebula were no big deal, Jenny reached out with hands, cupping her home star system with her palms and fingers, restoring all of the casual universal level direction she had wrought with her voice and orgasmic gyrations.

The entire thing glowed, enveloped by her soothing aura, good as new. Jenny dusted off her hands with a flourish, careful not to break anything else. Now, it was time to go back to Earth and set everything right.

“Let’s see what Cara is up to!” Ricky exclaimed excitedly as he turned on the TV.

“Not just Cara, babe! I heard there’s a new superwoman in town,” Jenny floated over the back of the couch to land next to Ricky, bowl of popcorn in hand. She’d empowered the poor villainess to give her a second chance. It wasn’t fair that Alice Lavoie had been turned into a puppet to satisfy Rick’s darker fantasies.

“Oh yeah! Alice, that internet star! She’s a Blammagram sensation! Oh my god, I wonder if she’s as strong as Cara! What if the two had a catfight!? Who do you think would win?!”

“So you know of her?” Jenny raised an eyebrow.

“Uh… oops. Cat’s out of the bag, huh? I’m kind of a big fan…”

“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” She punched him in the arm. Gently. Infinitely lightly.

“Heh heh. Guilty as charged,” Rick admitted sheepishly.

They watched as Cara smiled and waved at the cameras. The footage always went a little shaky as their beautiful, superpowered, redheaded friend turned to look at the particular camera that was currently broadcasting her display. Ricky and Jenny both knew that the operator was experiencing an orgasm just from their friend’s bright smile and attention. The broadcast station was getting good at flipping to a different feed as soon as that happened, but it was a well-known phenomena of being in Cara’s presence.

Ricky shifted uncomfortably on the couch. He was getting aroused.

“Jenny…” he whispered slightly desperately as he continued to watch the TV. “Can we fuck a little? I’m so horny right now…”

“On my terms, Ricky,” Jenny smiled. “On my terms.”