Tara and Ceri (part 2) (Patreon)

Chapter 6 - Water Beats Rock

Tara, now dressed in a skintight jumpsuit and a pair of pumps, stood outside of Gerard Monet’s corporate Rockwell office. She’d waited impatiently for Macy’s car to leave, and then had run across town on foot to execute her bold plan.

The hundred mile trip was as effortless as her twelve story stair climb. Her blonde hair stayed rigid, pulled taut by the shearing forces of wind created from her incredible velocity. Legs pumping, arms swinging, Tara laughed as she traveled off road and watched herself outpace the GPS on her phone.

Her distracted focus while playing on her phone meant that she wasn’t watching where she was going. The only thing that caught Tara’s attention were the shards of rock that pinged against her arms and legs and the sudden appearance of a large crack on her phone. Where had that come from?

The gaping hole in her right sneaker and its torn threads told the story. She’d kicked what was probably an enormous rock into deadly projectiles without even noticing!

Tara stopped to examine herself. Surely there had to be some lasting damage. If not broken toes and bruised foot, then perhaps some cuts on her skin. Perhaps she was seriously wounded and only the adrenaline was preventing her from feeling any pain.

But as Tara’s eyes focused, glowing blue as she scanned herself with her apparent x-ray vision for any broken bones, she found no hints of injury at all! She wiggled her toes to check—they functioned on demand. Even her black nail polish (since when had that been there?) was completely shiny and showed no signs of defects. Her arms were similarly unmarked. The only proof that something potentially bad had happened was the giant, spider web-like crack on her thousand dollar touch phone.

Looking behind her was what cemented her incredible feats as reality. She’d blazed a new trail among the wooded publicly owned land! Small, evenly spaced craters dotted the earth presumably where her powerful footfalls had landed, and in its wake, shattered rock, broken tree branches, and other rigid plants were all now tilted toward her. Almost as if bowing in subservience to her power.

“Wow...” she closed her fist and squeezed. Just how strong was she?

Blurring to a nearby tree, she extended her claw-like tougher-than-iron fingers and easily embedded them in the ancient trunk as if it were foam! A quick grip and tug, and she’d torn a huge piece out of it!

Tara examined her fingers. Still no sign of pain or harm. She closed her fist all the way, turning wood to sawdust with an easy squeeze of her petite fist.

Looking at her mostly bare toes, Tara smiled wickedly. Drawing her leg back, she swiveled at the hip, tensed her core and flexed her beautiful muscles, and swung with all her might!

The entire, thick tree trunk buckled under the pressure immediately.

It sounded like thunder as her foot partially carved through the wood before it was completely mutilated by Tara’s powerful, invulnerable leg. Her improvised projectile echoed like artillery shells detonating over and over as it smashed into the earth and bounced right back up to continue its deadly forward momentum.

Before it could do any real damage to populated areas, Tara blurred once more and overtook her shrinking log. Standing in its path, she held out one outstretched arm and consciously rooted herself in place. But her preparations were unnecessary. The tree trunk came to an immediate halt as it hit her open palm. It would have split in half and continued to tumble behind her had she not reacted with superspeed and karate chopped both halves to the earth, splitting those bits in half once more as well.

“Oh, this is even better than I could have imagined!” Tara whooped.

And now, in front of the Rockford office... she had planned to either seduce the security guards or the receptionist or whoever was there. Maybe a little bit of physical intimidation. But with her lottabit physical prowess, that definitely wouldn’t be necessary now.

Jabbing her fingers in between the door frames, Tara smiled as the hard material molded to the gentle touch of her hand. Pulling the doors apart, she’d bolted into the building and into the stairwell before the guards had even realized anything was amiss. She seemed to be spending a lot of time in stairwells today.

Standing at the bottom, she peered upwards with her piercing vision. Quickly finding Gerard Monet’s office at the top floor, Tara found an open space to launch herself upward with a single jump without shattering all of the concrete with her hard head. She caught the railing at the top and flipped herself over it gracefully and landed on her feet, this time without a ballerina’s dismount.

Okay, seriously, no more stairwells, Tara told herself.

Jabbing a finger through another lock, Tara could hear the alarms she’d set off on the first floor. She had to move quickly. Fortunately, that was well in her wheelhouse now.

Tara blurred right into Gerard’s locked office. Well, locked to anyone else. She crashed, breast first, right through the flimsy barrier. Zipping around the perimeter of the room, she made her way to the back and jumped into the ceiling, inserting a finger into the camera above and shattering it into useless glass and metal bits. A taste of things to come. Rifling through his filing cabinets, she found a few factory locations and committed them to memory.

And then to obscure her tracks and intentions, Tara began wantonly destroying things. Fuck Gerard Monet and his meteoric rise in the industry. She ran through the floor with an arm extended, smashing computer monitors and shattering desk chairs with her invulnerable body.

With the place well trashed, she peered to the concrete below to make sure no one was walking around the business district on a weekend afternoon.

Then, she leapt through the reinforced plexiglass and flew through the air, intending to land well outside the outskirts of town. Except she found that she was no longer confined to the laws of gravity. Wobbling in the air, Tara took a moment to master her incredible new ability. Her visits would appear to go even faster than she’d predicted.

She had some factories to visit. Maybe she could just use her new invulnerable body and powers of flight to carve through solid earth and appear right in the middle of the manufacturing plants to wreak her personal brand of havoc...

Chapter 7 - A New Spring Flows

“Are you doing well, young miss?” Macy asked as she chauffeured Ceri home alone.

“I’m fine, Macy,” Ceri responded curtly.

“You can talk to me,” Macy’s tone became less business-like and more matronly.

“What, so you can tell my bitch of a mother?” Ceri spat.

A moment of awkward silence passed.

“Sorry,” Ceri said.

“She is still my boss.”

“I know, I know.”

“Are you eating well? You can order healthier food than meat pizza. If you like, I can even decide for you and bring it to you,” Macy offered. “There are many good tasty options.”

“No, it’s fine. ...I appreciate it though. Thank you, Macy.”

“Anything you need, young miss, feel free to ask me. You know I will keep it in confidence.”

Ceri never knew what to make of Macy’s offer. She had never betrayed Ceri’s trust before, and Ceri so desperately wanted a confidante whom she could spill her feelings to. But how on earth could she tell Macy that she was the one sabotaging her mother’s company?

And Macy sometimes acted as if she knew. Or perhaps Ceri was just being paranoid. Certainly, if Macy knew, then Tara had never made any mention of it. And if Tara knew, there was no way that she could keep quiet about Ceri sabotaging her life’s work, could she?

Better to say nothing. If one or both of them knew, they weren’t acting on it. And Ceri was too frightened to disturb the status quo. She’d rather everyone continue to play their parts.

Macy dropped the young Waters off at their estate. A familiar hesitant, restrained, and pained look in Macy’s eyes said goodbye to her. Ceri looked on sadly before turning around and running up the grand steps to her home.

Back at home, Ceri began to poke around her mother’s room, looking for something she could use against her. How dare Tara try to manipulate her emotionally? At her father’s memorial? And to top it off, she’d suffered physical abuse too!

Ceri cradled and examined her bruised arm gingerly. It was... fine. That was weird. It had been the sharpest pain she’d ever felt! How could it be okay now? She swore her mother had basically crushed her bones into powder!

Her skin felt a little strange too. Tingly. But not uncomfortable. Well, whatever. As long as she wasn’t hurt.

Megan had messaged her on her burner phone, asking when the next planned “righteousness crusade” was. It was such a pain to dig these up... but the group had no direction without Ceri. Who else could get such privileged information?

So off to her mother’s bedroom she went, not that she expected to find anything. But it would ease her conscience when she told Megan to hold off, that she had no leads to track.

Her mother’s room was pristine, as usual. Ceri went through, checked her mother’s laptop. Password locked. Maybe one day, she’d just leave it accessible.

Nothing in the drawers, or any spreadsheets on her bed with notable addresses. Ceri had found that before. And despite her mom never being around in her life, Tara didn’t have a personal office in their cozy mansion.

Nothing left to check but the bathroom now. It wasn’t such a long shot either, considering her mother’s field of work. Maybe new experimental products, labels to read, active ingredients. Anything could be a hint.

Ceri stepped into the ornate bathroom, large and ostentatious. It was basically a mirror image of her own. On the countertop next to the sink was a weird blob of white cream. Ceri ran her fingers through it. What was this gunk? She’d never seen anything quite like it before. It looked thick and viscous, but when she touched and rubbed it, it easily melded into her skin. Almost like it was alive.

The rebellious me-against-the-world teen moved on, not realizing that every last trace of that cream had transferred to her body. Flipping through her mother’s little medicine cabinet, she fiddled with each individual project. It was so hard to keep track of what was new and what wasn’t. She unscrewed bottles and opened makeup boxes to look for anything that seemed new or relatively unused. Pretty much everything had deep indentations in it.

Oh well. It wasn’t like she needed another terrifying adrenaline rush. The last heist had been pretty large and their most ambitious yet, freeing pigs from her mother’s experimental laboratory. In fact, she almost wished to get caught so she could spit in her mother’s face. Doing damage to her stupid vanity project in the name of her dead father was fine, but it lacked the level of nasty spite that Ceri longed for. Her mother had to know that it was Ceri doing it, goddammit!

Tara made a slight attempt to put things back in order before she left. The maid was scheduled to clean up on Sundays anyway.

She texted Megan.

“No leads for now. Trail is cold.”

Megan’s reply came back immediately. And it was unexpected.

“I got one, Mama Bear! Let’s go to Haviland Hills! There’s a wind turbine farm there!”

“What?” Ceri texted back. What the hell was Megan going on about now?

“Or or, what about Rockford? They’re up and coming in the perfume business. We could look into that. Do you have any leads there? I got a tip about them!” Megan texted.

Ceri sighed. How was she supposed to tell Megan that the only inside information she had was because Tara Waters was her mother?

“I’ll look into it,” Ceri texted back.

“Brad is down to visit the wind turbine farm. We can just go check it out. Maybe you can come unmasked? We’ll just have a nice picnic and look at good, clean energy. At least some people besides us are trying to save the world.”

“Mask stays on.”

“Next Saturday?”

Ceri sighed. But if she wanted her minions to do her bidding, she’d probably have to appease them.

“Okay. See you then.”

Back in her room now, Ceri was feeling strangely warm. And more than a little horny. With nothing else to do, she ordered her usual Circle of Life pizza (with double sausage) as a sort of ritual after dealing with Megan and her fanatic environmentalism and veganism.

Stripping out of her denim shorts and pulling off her black stockings, Ceri climbed into bed and grabbed her purple vibrator. Sliding a hand up and under her print tee crop top, she swirled her finger across her pert nipple and cupped her breast. It felt larger than she remembered, somehow. Was she still growing? Even so, how could they be so firm and perky as she lay on her back, hardly deforming or spilling down the side of her chest?

Ceri groaned as she finally began to massage her own tingling, aching breasts. Not only had they grown large enough to overfill her hand, they also seemed to be far more sensitive! Fondling herself had been something she’d done just to get in the mood, but her burgeoning flesh was so shockingly sensitive as her urgent squeezing sent bolts of electric pleasure surging through her as she saw stars behind her half-lidded eyes!

And as her hand climbed the exaggerated, sloping curve of her breast to reach its peak, she didn’t remember her nipples being so thick and so long either. It was like her body had transformed from just a few hours ago in a new, sudden growth spurt! They felt tough enough to cut glass. Literally.

She pinched that stiff nub, filled with seemingly new, hypersensitive nerves. Ceri’s eyes shot open as she gasped loudly, rolling that lovely peak between her fingers, squirming her hips and thighs from the incredible sensations that flooded her body. Tingles crawled along her spine, up her neck, making her fine hairs stand up straight on end. Her soft lips went slack as her tongue hung out the side of her mouth, a tiny trail of shining saliva dripping down her chin.

“Mmm!” Ceri yelled. It felt so good, she’d forgotten her other hand was completely idle while gripping her curved-tip sex toy in her hand!

Her toes curled as she continued to swirl her powerful fingers across her aching nub. She hefted and cupped her new womanly curves as she pinched, harder and harder. Despite the immense amount of pressure exerted by her fingers, Ceri never felt any discomfort. Only pure, unadulterated pleasure as she rolled her thumb and index up and down in a beautiful, erotic dance.

Ceri’s fluid hips began to buck. Her glistening pussy leaked her sweet nectar, her legs fully extended, feet curled, toes pointed. Her new, powerful glutes slammed into her soft bed as her pelvis thrust up and down violently. With one, final, diamond-shatteringly strong pinch of her fingers, Ceri bellowed out loud enough for her moans of ecstasy to blow her door open and echo down the hallways of their empty mansion.

Her out of control spasming buckled the bed frame as her luscious backside rammed into it, rhythmically and forcefully. The walls shook with Ceri’s molten pleasure, but she was so wrapped up in it that she didn’t realize the effect her thundering power was having on her surroundings. All she knew was her own pleasure.

A momentary loss of control and a quick twitch of her left hand crushed the end of the purple dildo she’d been holding. The hard plastic container shattered as her fingers drove right through it, rendering the whole thing useless. The AA batteries inside had been similarly mutilated.

The broken casing fell on top of her blankets as Ceri’s rigid body finally unclenched and relaxed after her world-shattering orgasm. She lay on the bed and heaved deep, heavy breaths as her heart calmed back down to a normal pace.

“What was that!?” Ceri wondered aloud to herself. She ran a hand over her forehead to brush her hair away. Except, but for the artificial coloring of her red and purple strands of hair, they were otherwise wholly unfamiliar to her.

The color of her flaming and violet locks were so vibrant! Ceri was due to dye it again since it was beginning to fade while her natural blonde hair grew out from the roots, and they were so flamingly auburn at the top and so deeply, richly indigo halfway down!

And her tresses seemed to be longer and thicker too! The wonderful silky sensation that greeted her hand as she ran her hands through those locks that spilled over her shoulders and fell to the new, impressive swell of her breasts was a uniquely sublime sensation.

The incredible spherical rolling twin hills on display on her chest garnered her attention next. Her black tee was stretched to the limit, and she was lying flat on the bed! But despite that, those twin orbs were so large, so symmetrical, and so, so perky. That nipple that she’d pinched and brought herself to orgasm was also clearly on display, poking out through her top and waiting to be pinched once more.

She could feel the cool air against her tummy. Her curves must have been so dramatic that it had turned her shirt into a much too small crop top.

Tracing her hands over her midsection, Ceri was shocked to feel a hard wall of abdominal muscle. She wasn’t her mom; she made it a point not to be as cut as her fitness obsessed mother, but she still watched her diet despite her protests to the contrary about not caring how she looked. She clenched her core, and she could feel all of those sexy muscles rippling.

Well, if Ceri was going to get it for free, she wasn’t going to complain.

Tracing her fingers over those abs, up and down the iron washboard, her hand finally drifted off to the side. She gasped. Her waist was so tiny! Pinchable, even! Ceri stood up and immediately headed to the bathroom to examine herself in the mirror. Enough of her tantalizing, slow exploration. She wanted to see the whole package in the flesh.

The sight of the unrecognizable girl in the reflection caused Ceri to gasp. She was so sexy! Huge, fake-looking boobs with their perfect, perky shape that she couldn’t deny looked fantastic. A blend of fitness and doll-like proportions down her torso. Her green eyes glowed with sparkling radiance, her dual colored hair framing and accentuating her beauty even further.

And she stood taller too! She examined her lower body; a new experience given the twin blockages impeding her view. Placing her hand on her breasts and flattening them while swiveling her hips, Ceri checked out her lower body. She couldn’t believe how long her legs looked! And not just long... longer than long. But her skin also looked so smooth and supple, no sign of hair at all... and she hadn’t shaved in a few weeks!

Ceri lifted one slender leg way, way up and placed her naked foot right on the edge of her countertop. She expected to have to move herself to balance, but she was so flexible and strong! With the arch of her sexy foot resting on the countertop, knee bent, she leaned forward, mashing her unforgiving breasts against her luscious thigh while leaning forward to grip her ankle with both hands. The slight burn of her muscles as she experimentally stretched felt pleasant, but it was nothing difficult at all!

Her toenails were painted purple too. It was something Ceri was thinking about doing, but hadn’t. So how had it happened...?

Tracing her hands up the polished skin of her calves, past her knee, and the junction of her inner thighs, she began to explore her sex clinically. Or as clinically as she could, anyway.

She was totally hairless down there! Just fresh, clean, creamy, porcelain skin in her wonderful thigh gap thanks to her newly wider hips. And in the middle of that framing was her pair of pink nether lips, glistening wet and waiting to be touched.

That reminded her. She’d come so hard from just pinching her nipple, she’d totally forgotten to play with herself!

Making soul-wrenching eye contact with herself in the mirror, she smiled mischievously as she raised that extended leg straight up, all the way up. With it fully extended and no aid from her arms or hands, she had it bent at an angle outward and upward as she slowly raised that one leg up to 180 degrees opposite the other.

Her knee was at head level. Her pointed toes nearly touched the ceiling. She was performing a perfect, unaided, standing split.

“Fuck yeah!” Ceri cried as she looked at her molten pussy lips. Enough showing off to herself. She wanted to come again!

Dashing back to bed, she found the remains of her favorite sex toy, shattered and useless. The end where she gripped it had been crushed into an unrecognizable heap. No way...

She picked up the still intact lower half of it with its curved tip. Pinching the tip and running her thumb and index over the protruding tip, she applied a tiny bit of pressure and squeezed. When nothing happened and she felt no exhaustion or fatigue in her slender wrist, Ceri pinched just a little bit harder.

Her fingers sheared through the solid metal and squeezed the tip right off.

“Oh my god!” Ceri gasped, moving at superspeed to catch the falling tip without conscious thought. Just her reflexes.

Holding both useless pieces in her hands, she came to the realization that she was incredibly fast as well.

“Well fuck...” she smirked. It was a good thing she hadn’t done that to an actual boy. But knowing that she could if she wanted gave her a bit of a thrill. Nobody could take advantage of her anymore! In fact, quite the opposite...

She brought her hands together and squished the metal in between both of her feminine but incalculably powerful hands. The purple painted, shattered toy squealed in deafening protest as Ceri’s hands squashed it all into an unrecognizable lump. She blew on the final finished modern art project to cool it off from her inexorable pressure.

Her little puff froze the water in the air as a translucent blue frozen stream wafted from her mouth and froze the metal. Ceri reflexively panicked and withdrew her hand. The frozen metal blob fell to the floor with a loud clang.

She gingerly checked her hand for any signs of frostburn... but of course there were none.

“Impossible...” Ceri marveled. She brought her fingertips to her lips and kissed them, then blew a kiss to no one in particular. She didn’t focus on blowing cold this time... a roaring rush of wind emerged from her lips and rattled her furniture.

“Oh my god. I’m totally super!” Ceri clapped.

She blurred to her bedside and withdrew another toy, a silicone dildo this time. Quickly stripping off her top, she rinsed it under water before squeezing a hefty helping of lube on the pink, domed shaft.

Falling back on her bed, Ceri brought her legs into the air and spread them, marveling at her own lovely length as she wriggled the dildo in between her pink gates. Her silicone toy squashed uselessly against her entrance as it failed entirely to part her engorged nether lips!

“Mnnnf!” Ceri moaned in sexual frustration.

Stroking and priming her lips with her free hand, she effortlessly inserted her fingers into her greedy, waiting vagina. A sweet, intimate clench, and she immediately understood why the toy was so useless to her. Even though her hand was totally unharmed, she could feel the incredible pressures she was generating inside of her super vagina. With nothing but a thought!

Holding her lips open with two spread fingers, she wriggled the slightly floppy dome against her lips once more, gasping as the slight, slippery stimulation against her engorged clit gave her a modicum of pleasure. Tracing it up and down, Ceri grabbed the ball end of her toy and forced it inside of her in one swift motion.

She moaned and writhed on the bed as she swirled her hips while being nicely filled. Her new, supercharged body was so good at picking up the most minute sensations and deriving pleasure from it! Her core grew hotter and hotter as her heartbeat fluttered in heated excitement.

Ceri let her pussy lips contract. She laughed as her dildo yielded to her, flattening like a helpless piece of molten metal in a powerful, heavy, mechanical press. It nearly burst inside of her pussy pressure!

Loosening up once more, she eyed the metal lump on the floor. Pulling her silicone dildo out in one swift motion and moaning once more as its slippery surface made contact with her clit, she dropped it to the floor and went back to the piece of metal. Sculpting and smoothing it out with her soft palms, Ceri molded it back to a relatively phallic shape with ease. She smoothed out any sharp ridges simply by running her digits over them, then rounded the tip into a nice looking dome by squeezing her fingers inward. It was a passable phallus, if quite a bit shorter than before.

But none of that would matter. Ceri let herself fall back into bed (without realizing that her unaided descent was rather smooth and devoid of acceleration), Ceri prodded herself with her irregularly shaped toy and forcibly pushed it in. Gripping it with her sopping lips, she began to pump it in and out of her as she let her love canal mold it perfectly to suit her needs...

Chapter 8 - Salty Losers

When Monday rolled around, Ceri was back at Westengles with a newfound confidence and not a care in the world. She’d always been aloof and had antagonized all of the other rich trust baby kids around her with her contrary attitude and rejection of her mother’s, and therefore her classmates’, lavish lifestyles.

But for today, Ceri had no qualms about meeting the school’s uniform dress code. Sort of. Because her clothing was now far too small, far too tight across her busty bosom, her skirt riding far too high along her lengthy legs. It was a reasonable compromise for not being able to wear her preferred clothing of choice. In fact, wearing the school uniform in an unreasonably sexy way fit her way of thinking quite well. A bit of malicious compliance could be quite delicious.

When she walked into her first period class, the teacher and all of the students stared. If not for her unique hair (which often received some throwaway slights from authority figures), people may have had trouble recognizing her. Those lascivious legs in that too-short skirt, all clad in black pantyhose, and her strained top with the school’s assigned cardigan on top did nothing to suppress the incredible allure of the mountainous swells on her chest.

Ceri went right to the back seat, crossed her legs along the side of her desk since they no longer fit underneath anymore, and waited in boredom for class to be over.

It was during these idle periods where Ceri discovered her other remarkable, unbelievable powers. Her green eyes glowed as they looked through solid objects. The teacher caught himself staring at Ceri’s perfectly sculpted face, her evenly tanned, cute heart-shaped face, but always flinched and consciously looked away whenever he met the unwavering gaze of her bright green eyes. Little did he know that she was paying absolutely no attention and staring right through him to the rooms beyond.

Even her hearing was enhanced! Ceri could hear even the tiniest whispers of females gossiping at the backs of classrooms, or boys talking about their so-called conquests of other females. She even heard some mention a new student in school and what a lazy fuck she must be considering how good looking she was; the hot ones never had to work at it. Ceri idly wondered who they could be talking about when they finally mentioned her multi-colored hair.

They were talking about her!

Maybe she would show them just what a rough time they were in for...

“Ms. Waters? Do you have an opinion on this?” The teacher rudely interrupted her reverie.

Ceri looked at the teacher with daggers in her eyes. But then at superspeed, she glanced at the blackboard, following every bit of mathematical calculation easily.

“Looks like the zeroes are at -3, -7, and 4,” Ceri stated confidently.

The class laughed at her.

“We already established that, Ms. Waters,” the teacher chuckled. “But since you seem to be so keen on doing mathematics for once, perhaps you’d like another problem?”

He scribbled another cubic trinomial on the blackboard.

“-4, -8... and 17,” she stated within a second.

The class laughed, thinking she was just plucking numbers out of thin air. But the teacher just stared at the formula. He hadn’t even worked it out yet! He just knew that it was a valid triple from one of his problem sets.

“Need a calculator?” Ceri offered. “You can use mine.”

“Ah, ahem...” the teacher choked and adjusted his tie. “No, that’ll be quite alright. Please come see me after school hours for your... um... behavior,” he added nervously.

“My answer was right,” Ceri declared confidently.

The class was flabbergasted into silence now.

“Nevertheless, see me after school,” he asserted once more.

“Whatever.”

Ceri went back to eavesdropping and daydreaming, swinging her leg idly. Mr. Vargas didn’t bother her for the rest of the period. Some of the students nearest her just stared at her openly in shock.

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When physical education, or as Ceri called it, Lemming Class, rolled around, she was more than happy to accommodate for once. All eyes were on her in the girls’ locker room as she changed into a full white outfit. Clean white pumps that had hardly been used on account of Ceri just lazing around during class, a short (and now even shorter) white skirt that licked the tops of her thighs, and a far too tight short-sleeved white polo completed the outfit. She tied her long red and violet hair into a neat ponytail. Her sports bra was far too small to fit now, so her perky brown nipples were prominently on display, crowning the magnificent swell of her fetching breasts.

Ceri could feel the jealous stares of the girls around her as they stole glances at her new body. She could hear the seething jealousy exuding from the girls’ whispers. And if it wasn’t jealousy, then it was... lust. Ceri could hear the quickening heartbeats around her. Hell, she could even pinpoint it with her incredible sense of hearing, which she did and committed the girls who were at least a little bicurious to memory. It might be useful information later.

She was never the first one dressed, nor the first one to head out to the tennis courts. But today she was. She picked up one of the nicer rackets that the school had to offer and went out to hunt her first victim. Time to see what it felt like to be the winner of a meaningless contest.

Eventually, all the girls got outside. The entire class lined up perpendicular to the tennis courts and performed a light jog, back and forth across three stretches of green, sideline to sideline. Ceri did her usual reluctant walk, except this time, her walk easily kept up with all of the jogging girls! Not wanting to stand out yet, she tucked her arms in and began to perform a light jog as well. The sight of her awkward run, heaving breasts, and clearly visible nipples was a strange juxtaposition to the other not nearly-as-developed athletic schoolgirls who were actually putting in effort to exercise.

Meanwhile, their P.E. teacher, a butch woman by the name of Coach Adams, stared lustily at the new and improved Ceri.

When they finished with cardio, all of the girls were at least mildly taxed, sweating under the midday sun. But Ceri, with all of her pale, lovely long-limbed flesh on view and extra heavy burdens on her chest, was utterly pristine. Her multicolored hair was so splendorous, it even diminished the bright light of the harsh sun.

“Alright girls. Pair up and warm up with some rallying,” Coach Adams instructed. It was a shame Ceri never wanted to participate. She would’ve loved to see this suddenly transformed beauty play...

“Coach Adams? I’d like to play today,” Ceri raised her hand as the rest of the girls looked on, utterly shocked.

“Ah! Umm... Margie, why don’t you and Ceri rotate?” Coach Adams made arrangements due to the odd number of girls.

Ceri looked at the pudgy, unathletic girl she’d been paired with. It was clear what was happening.

“I’d like to play against Alexi,” Ceri suggested firmly.

The girls who’d already been staring, now nearly dropped their rackets out of shock. Play against Alexi, the one who actually participated in tournaments? She had a designated partner who was not quite on her level, and they practiced together during this hour-long period.

“I’m afraid Alexi has special arrangements,” Coach Adams began, but was quickly interrupted.

“Yeah whatever, let’s do it. Ceri, if you score a point on me, you win the whole match, okay?” Alexi haughtily offered.

“Okay, sure.”

The entire class ceased what they were doing and went to watch the odd match that was about to take place.

“You can serve,” Alexi offered not so graciously. She’d never seen Ceri hit a tennis ball in her life, and no way would she actually get the ball into play. It would be a nice humiliation for this ridiculously big boobed barbie doll.

Ceri strolled over, confident but looking nothing like an athlete. Alexi smacked a ball over the net for Ceri’s service, which the red-and-purple haired girl lunged to catch with her bare left hand instead of using her racket to scoop it up.

This would be even easier than Alexi thought.

One underhanded toss and an awkward looking stroke later, Ceri struck the ball on her first service. The green felt ball landed neatly in the middle of the opposite service box where it promptly exploded into misshapen rubber. A dark stain marked exactly where Ceri had placed it.

“So... I win?” Ceri asked.

“What the fuck...” some of the girls muttered.

“What kind of trick was that!?” Alexi screamed when she managed to pick her jaw off the ground. “Coach Adams!”

“Er... let’s call it a let. Redo first service,” Coach Adams ruled. She motioned to one of the girls watching to hand Ceri another tennis ball. The impromptu tennis ball gopher girl grabbed one from the basket, made a show of examining it, and bounce passed it to Ceri.

Ceri shrugged. She hadn’t even hit it that hard the first time! But for the audience’s sake...

She performed another awkward looking serve. By the time Alexi had noticed anything, the tennis ball (still in one piece this time) had embedded itself in the chain link fence behind her. Ceri’s service had been double the fastest professional record.

Four aces and a disbelieving Alexi later, Ceri had wrapped up the first game.

“Th-that’s... that’s impossible! Nobody can do that!” Alexi shrieked. Her life’s passion and hard work had all been rendered pointless by this... counter-culture, contrarian, admittedly gorgeous-looking rich girl!

“I’ll go easy on you. Maybe two on one?” Ceri looked at Alexi’s training partner and gave her a little nod of the head.

Emma looked nervous and reluctant, but an incensed Alexi quickly waved her over. She was the #1 tennis player in the school, and she wasn’t going to lose to this untrained player with no technique!

Ceri watched imperiously as Emma waddled over and stood in the front square opposite her doubles partner. As Ceri threw the ball upward, far too high, and at an unpracticed angle, Emma considered ducking for dear life in case the impossible beauty dressed in the most scandalous tennis outfit she’d ever seen lacked the precision to control her power and took Emma’s head off with her service.

“Buh buh buh buh!” Alexi interrupted. “It’s my service!”

Ceri grunted in annoyance and swatted the ball over the net with a casual forehand. She aimed it directly at Alexi’s racket, which was a blessing and a curse. The varsity athlete opposite was unlikely to have gotten her racket on the ball, but the terrifying velocity with which the green fuzz hit the face of her racket smashed the racket out of her hand and elicited a yelp of pain. Alexi gripped her wrist and looked across the court with venom and terror.

“My service!” Alexi yelled. She picked up her racket and the rolling tennis ball, stood at the baseline, and fired her best serve.

Her adrenaline and resolve saw her through. Years of competing at the highest level had taught Alexi to fight through the pain. She tossed the ball straight up, leapt into the air, and struck it with record force and accuracy. The ball crossed the net, landed neatly on the outer corner of the service box right on the lines, and skipped outward. It should have been unreturnable by anyone playing at a high school level, and maybe even good enough to ace some pros.

Emma could barely see Ceri moving, but she detected it nevertheless. The scantily clad, buxom beauty was a blur of white, purple, and red as she zipped to the outer edge of the court and placed her racket on the ball. Emma didn’t need any further warning. She squealed in fright and ducked, placing herself underneath the net.

Ceri’s return, well-aimed and struck, floated at a blazing—but merely human speed over Emma’s prone body. It was a ball she easily could have cut off and volleyed back.

“0-15!” Coach Adams announced.

“Emma, what the hell!” Alexi stamped in anger. “You can hit that!”

“Did you see what she did!?” Emma yelled back.

Ceri just laughed as the two girls began to fall apart. As the girls shifted side for the next point, Ceri winked at Emma and mouthed for her to duck this time.

Emma was paralyzed with fear and uncertainty, unsure of what to do as she suffered this game of so-called tennis. Why did she have to stand on the front lines in between these two hyper-competitive alphas? How had Ceri become this impossibly beautiful, not to mention unfathomably strong and fast?

Another serve, this time down the center. Emma decided she valued her health more than some stupid pissing match. She ducked again, and Ceri somehow managed to handle the blazing serve and control it such that the ball lobbed high into the air, and landed with a soft bounce right next to Emma’s racket.

“Emma!!!” Alexi screamed.

A few points later as Ceri honed her newfound physical abilities and control, Emma and Alexi were left screaming at each other as Ceri left the court, laughing at their misery.

Chapter 9 - The Dam Breaks

Tara laughed as news broke of the incredibly destructive sabotage of Gerard Monet’s Rockford offices. She’d merely tunneled through the ground with her flight abilities, pulverizing solid earth with her invulnerable body, appeared head first in Rockford’s offices like a groundhog burrowing out of the earth, then exhaled gently while spinning herself like a top.

Her little breath sent metal and heavy wood both flying, smashing into walls, destroying cabinets and sending papers flying in a powerful hurricane. The only calm area was the eye of the storm: Tara herself. Had there been any witnesses, her pursed lips and slightly concaved cheeks were the only indication that she was the source of this terrifying phenomenon.

After a quick retreat back through the impromptu underground tunnel she’d carved, Tara went back home and trolled through alternative internet forums, an area she’d found when she and Hector had tried to do some research on the eco-terrorists who had plagued her own company. Leaving an anonymous tip about Rockford’s shady practices with blurry pictures and vague tips, that Rockford was guilty of animal cruelty and that they’d been seemingly sabotaged with no group taking responsibility, she hoped that the group that plagued her would pick up on the tip.

Rockford would be in an unlikely position to acquire now, Janine Alberta would have to cave to her offer, and those pesky self-righteous vigilantes would hopefully fall right into her trap. Two birds with one stone were nice, but why settle for two when you could kill them all in one fell swoop?

And speaking of one fell swoop, Tara flew back to her own research facilities and worked tirelessly on producing more of these life-changing nanomachines for her own consumption while an exhausted Hector languished by her side through the sleepless night as he wondered what, specifically, his beautiful boss was actually working on with the nanomachines.

---

Ceri, dressed in her bear mask, showed up to meet with Megan and Brad. The girl was positively beside herself with a plan that she’d come up with all on her own with no need for privileged information from Ceri. Had Ceri not been superpowered and brimming with confidence, she would have shot down this plan immediately. But now...

“Mama Bear! ...You look... different...” Megan’s voice trailed off.

Brad just looked at the not so subtle twin impressions of their leader’s breasts through her dense black shirt.

“Okay Megan, what’s the plan?”

“There should be animal testing inside of this lab! Rockford uses and abuses animals here! I did a ton of digging on SiChan... they were hit by another attack last week by an anonymous group and I... um... I took the credit for us!”

“What?” Ceri asked.

“It’s okay, it’s okay! Once we bust the animals out of this one, we’ll have done it for real! Nobody will know any better!”

Brad just groaned as he shifted uncomfortably in his crouched position while he continued to ogle Ceri’s body.

“Won’t security be tighter then? I only led us through Venus when I knew it would be safe and where the blind spots were.”

“Uh... but I... I already said we did it...” Megan’s voice faltered.

Ceri sighed. Megan was all gung ho and no brains. She would’ve called the whole thing off as their de facto leader, but... Ceri’s eyes glowed behind her mask. The stuffy thing she used to hide her face no longer occluded her vision or made the air uncomfortable to breathe. She clenched a fist of her slender arm, making her veins pop. She felt powerful.

“Fuck it, let’s do this,” Ceri declared.

“Yay! You’re amazing, Mama Bear!” Megan cheered.

“You have no idea,” Ceri whispered under her breath. If only Megan had powers like she, the hapless girl would’ve heard it. “Where do we go?”

“Okay, follow me! According to my sources, there’s a fence we can climb over. And the security here is real bad so we can just go in. We’re like, two hours from civilization right!? So the person said that nobody cares about this place.”

“Lead the way.” Ceri had serious doubts about this, but who was going to stop her? She could’ve killed everyone in school with nothing but a tennis ball!

Bent over and running through a mostly open field, the three activists reached a tall, metal grid fence.

“Is this safe to climb over?” Brad asked.

“I, uh... I don’t...” Megan looked up at the top bar of the fence. It was so high!

From the side, a loud screech of metal unraveling echoed through the air. When both Brad and Megan turned to look, Ceri was standing in front of a giant, diamond-shaped hole in the mesh barrier.

“Maybe through here?” Ceri offered.

“What is this hole...?” Brad marveled.

Ceri waved her arm through the large gap. “Feels safe.”

“Mama Bear, thank you!” Megan gleefully cheered as she hopped through the fence.

They ran across more hard, barren earth with tufts of spiky weeds. A gray building stood alone in the compound with wide, rectangular windows and a main entrance in the front. They approached it from the side and pressed their bodies against the wall to better conceal themselves.

“How do we get in?” Brad whispered.

“Umm...” Megan pulled out her phone and began to swipe.

“The glow! They can see it!” Brad objected. “Megan, is this plan for real!? Let’s get out of here!”

“Wait! Wait! They said there was an entrance...”

Ceri just stood nonchalantly, zoning out and wondering just what on earth was going through Megan’s grain-fed brain. Finally, she couldn’t take it, left the two huddled over the phone, and punched a hole right through the solid wall.

The sound of crumbling concrete brought the other two out of their panicked frenzy. When they looked up, they saw their leader walking into the building through an enormous hole in the wall.

“Mama Bear?” Megan asked.

They scampered behind her, choking on the still-raining dust. Brad was the first one to be the voice of reason, though he was about three steps too late.

“Megan! This is bullshit! We have to get out of here! Your source is wack!”

“But look! We’re in!” she protested, not wanting to give up the cause. Besides, she had made a promise to nameless internet folks and she had to prove her claim.

“This is... something weird is happening! Mama Bear! How the hell did you get in here!?” Brad hissed, louder than before.

Ceri turned around to face her two useless cohorts. “I dunno. Just walked in.”

A high-powered flashlight shined onto the trio from above.

“Freeze!” A masculine voice called out from the walkway above. “What the fuck...”

“Oh my god!” Megan screamed as she threw her hands in the air frantically.

“Don’t move! What the hell happened here!” He pointed his gun at the inconsolable Megan. “I said don’t move!”

“I... I don’t wanna die!” Megan begged.

“Please sir, don’t shoot!” Brad pleaded.

The security guard shined his flashlight around in panic. He hadn’t seen a third person! As soon as he finally put the spotlight on the slowly approaching intruder, he immediately fired his pistol.

Time stood still for Megan and Brad as they both heard the gunshot and awaited the gory, terrifying result. Eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping their heads, each one of them individually waited for a horrible twinge of pain to register. Or, if not for him or her, then they each waited for a bloodcurdling scream of agony from the other.

“What the fuck!”

They both heard the guard scream.

Two more rapid gunshots fired. Both Brad and Megan opened their eyes and looked up in wonderment.

Their Mama Bear was standing tall and proud, her gloved hand clenched into a fist in front of Brad’s body. They both watched in fascination as she slowly brought her hand forward and uncurled her fingers, revealing two crumpled, spent bullets, useless and still smoking from the burst of gunpowder. Impossible! There was no way that...

The guard fired six more shots. Megan screamed, Brad flinched, and Ceri’s hand just blurred invisibly as she continued to catch bullets as casually as waving her hand.

“Mama... Bear...?” Brad whispered in awe as he watched their leader, and now his personal, huge-chested guardian angel, serving as his bulletproof vest.

The guard trembled as the gun dropped out of his quaking hands. Bending down to grab it without taking his eyes off the intruders, he back stepped on the narrow walkway above until he hit the guard rail and nearly flipped over. Instead, he slumped a bit before hurriedly reaching for his radio and making a run for it.

“Get out of here!” Ceri hissed at her two zealots.

“Mama Bear! You... you have superpowers!?” Megan asked.

“GET OUT OF HERE AND DON’T WAIT FOR ME!” Ceri screamed.

“O-okay. Megan, let’s go!” Brad grabbed their hapless cohort and led the way out.

Ceri whipped her head around angrily back to the guard who’d tried to kill Brad. In a rush to reach him before he summoned more guards, she pumped her powerful legs rapidly, her sneakers wholly silent along the warehouse’s floor, moving so swiftly and lightly that she swore they weren’t even touching the ground anymore.

And then they weren’t.

Ceri looked as if she were climbing up an invisible pathway. Soon, she realized what was happening and straightened her legs out behind her like a spear and soared straight into the sky to appear right in front of the running guard with a quick, unaided backflip over the railing.

The portly guard screamed at Ceri’s sudden appearance. He had reloaded the clip in his gun and pulled it out again, firing wildly in Ceri’s general direction.

“Hey!” Ceri yelled as the bullet tore small holes into her dark clothing and bounced harmlessly off her creamy skin.

Her arm shot out in a blur, grabbing the hired goon by his flabby neck. With one easy movement, she squeezed and lifted him off his feet.

The guard tried to break Ceri’s grasp as her harder than steel fingers dug into his windpipe. He slammed at her slim arm with his gun hand. He would have yelped in pain were he able to utter any sound at all in the midst of her crushing throatlift. Instead, he only hurt his hand as his struggles weakened. His gun clattered to the ground uselessly, popping out of his hand with another downward strike, bouncing off Ceri’s unbreakable skin.

With his final effort, he squeezed the button on his radio and tried to bring it to his face. Ceri sneered and grabbed the wrist of his other arm and tightened her fingers gently. His mouth moved silently as he immediately dropped his radio device. A stomp of her foot, and she reduced it to scattered junk.

“I can’t believe you tried to kill us!” Ceri let go of his useless hand and pulled her mask off. Her eyes glowed in anger as a budding, unfamiliar energy built behind her beautiful irises. “Stupid fucking Megan! The hell kind of tip did she get!? Hey you! Is this Rockford or what!?”

The guard barely managed to nod. His vision was going black.

Ceri considered letting him go, but he’d seen too much. Not to mention shot her more than a few times. How was she going to cover this up?

Her eyes found the solution. The buzzing, destructive energy welling inside of her body and crescendoing behind her eyes was giving Ceri a nagging headache. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples with her one free hand, applying untold pressure to her own skull. The guard was going limp in her grip.

“What the fuck is this?!” Ceri moaned. “I’m so angry!”

When she looked up and opened her eyes again, they glowed incandescently white. A second later, two thick, white beams catapulted from her furious glare as her neck recoiled slightly from the barrage. They incinerated her sleeves to ash, and the guard along with it. His flesh didn’t even have time to cook before he was just a pile of white dust.

But Ceri’s little blast didn’t end there. Those reckless beams seared through everything in its path; the suspended metal walkway, melting metal into molten slag, the large vats of unidentified liquid, turning them all into vapor immediately, before bursting through solid concrete as if her laser beams had the weight of wrecking balls. Those white lines of fire blazed off over the horizon, neverending.

“Oh fuuuuuuck!” Ceri cried out in pleasure as the pounding ache in her head receded. She leaned into it, doubling the power she emitted until she was satisfied.

“I’m... amazing...” she whispered to herself after the deadly lasers dissipated.

The inside of the Rockfor building looked completely untouched except for where her glance had utterly disintegrated it. Ceri scanned the entire area, floating into the air and peering through solid objects. There were absolutely no signs of animals. She sighed.

“What the fuck, Megan. Looks like I have some more detective work to do.”

Ceri tilted herself horizontal and began to fly out of the factory before realizing that her work wasn’t done. And she didn’t want it to be done. Rockford, the police, hell, everybody would be here to investigate it, and the huge wreck she’d made with her eyes was far too suspicious. And besides, she wanted to play with her incredible power.

Floating back up to vertical and spinning around, Ceri grinned. Who the fuck was going to stop her anyway?

Without warning, she plunged straight into the earth. Instead of carving through solid concrete and earth, she pulled her power at the last second, as a boxer would let a punch snap back for maximum effect. The force of her double footed landing shuttered deep into the earth, rumbling its tectonic plates and setting off a massive chain reaction.

Ceri stood there on the shuddering earth, serenely still. A large smirk crept onto her beautiful, sinister face as she reveled in the impending doom. The walls of the factory began to develop deep gouged cracks as the roof began to shake violently and buckle. All the while, Ceri stood there, examining her fingernails idly. She looked at that smooth, sculpted limb that had nearly choked out a large, unwieldy, fat man. She was powerful, and she loved it.

The pipes of the factory burst as liquid began to spill out. Ceri focused her eyes once more, experimenting with controlling this newfound inexplicable ability of hers. The liquid boiled and bubbled as she gave it just the gentlest sweep of her gaze.

“Ha ha ha ha!” Ceri cackled as she upped the ante, searing the walls and setting fire to a fuse box. Concrete and mortar were collapsing on her head now, only to break apart against her harder-than-steel skull, leaving her completely unharmed and unblemished. She rose into the air like a vengeful goddess and thundered down onto the earth once more, flattening the entire building all around her and burying herself.

Her pretty little fist erupted up and out of the rubble. Then her beautiful head, those slim shoulders, and her jutting breasts followed as she soared into the air, her clothes in tatters.

Ceri went home gleefully. She wanted to rebuke Megan for her dumbfuck idea, but the truth was, Ceri couldn’t have been happier.

Chapter 10 - The Streams Converge

“Rockford Suffers Huge Setback from Record Earthquake; Venus Beauty Inc Stock Soars”
“Janine Alberta’s Company, Companions, Acquired at Huge Discount”

“Look Macy, I told you it would be fine,” Tara gloated over the phone at 6:00 in the morning. “Companions is ours, Rockford is finished, and if they try to make any moves, I bet there’ll be more disasters in their future.”

“Did you... do something, ma’am?” Macy asked curiously.

“No,” Tara lied, knowing full well how she’d demolished a factory and office of theirs. But nobody would pin the blame on her. “Looks like someone else did the job for me. Those eco-terrorists.”

“What a stroke of fortune.”

“Yes, quite! I’ve suffered their machinations long enough; I suppose it was time the tide turned in my favor,” Tara’s voice revealed genuine glee.

“Very, very good, ma’am,” Macy’s voice sounded over the phone in total approval. “I shall be over shortly. I will take you to the office before coming back and dropping young miss off at school.”

“No need to get me, Macy,” Tara’s grin grew wide as her bare feet levitated off the floor of her bedroom. “I’ll see myself to the lab. I have work to do on Project Z.”

“As you wish, ma’am,” Macy obliged.

---

“What the hell is this...” Hector muttered to himself as he pored over the undocumented changes that Tara had been making. This was well beyond their experimental parameters! If the nanomachines weren’t kept in check, who knew what the consequences would be!?

And who was the DNA coded for anyway? Tara had not taken... any notes. This was completely unlike her. She was brilliant. Methodical. She built this empire with Caelus. Who had she found to volunteer (or worse, coerce or drug unwittingly) to be a test subject? Hector scratched the wispy hairs around the edge of his bald dome.

He looked at the DNA sequence, not that that would mean anything without a computer search. But Tara’s advice echoed in his mind. Use that big brain of yours, she’d told him dismissively after he’d failed yet again to notice something requiring “common sense” that other people seemed to have in so much abundance. Who could it be, who could it be? Without running a definitive, exhaustive search?

...Hector had nothing.

The lead scientist continued to trawl through the empty folders where the data should have been. Suddenly, he had an insight. The security cameras! Tara had said that the security cameras hadn’t picked up the eco-terrorists! He should check those though!

Playing the footage, he scrolled through hours and hours of idle nothingness. Then, Tara alone. Configuring the nanomachines. Taking the vial and putting it in her purse. Then walking off.

Even Hector could figure this one out.

His phone rang.

“Macy?” he answered.

“Hector, has Mrs. Waters been acting any differently lately?” She got right to the point.

Had her assistant figured it out too somehow? Damn that common sense!

“Macy, come quickly. I fear she’s grown out of control.”

“She’s on her way to the lab right now.”

“Oh god. Please come quickly. I don’t have much time to devise a countermeasure for what I think she’s done...”

---

Ceri read the headline about Venus Beauty Inc. as it broke. Her mother’s competitor, Rockford, had just suffered a huge setback, and from Ceri’s limited understanding, her mother had hostilely acquired another company. Fuck! She didn’t spend all that time snooping around her mother’s bedroom just to help her make the biggest deal of her career!

She sent Megan an angry text on the phone. And then subconsciously, her incredible super hearing picked up the sound of Megan’s phone notification from three towns away. Ceri immediately zoomed in with her telescopic x-ray vision to peep at her fellow justice fighter.

“Mama Bear! Are you okay!? What happened last night?!” Megan texted back, put her phone down, and went back to the computer.

Ceri squinted her eyes and scanned the entire webpage. It was a forum—the so-called forum where she’d gotten her tip. And Megan was actively typing there right now. She was... still taking credit for the Rockford sabotage, and basking in the praise!

“Megan, what the fuck kind of tip did you get!? We’d be dead if it wasn’t for me!” Ceri texted.

She saw the phone ring and vibrate on Megan’s desk, but the stupid idiot was just eagerly typing on her computer. Ceri watched with growing frustration as Megan continued to boast. Every time Megan scrolled around the screen, Ceri read all of the text and committed it all to her perfect memory.

Her sensitive hearing also picked up the sound of her mother’s boasting over the phone with Macy about a fortuitous turn of events.

She instantly put two and two together.

Megan’s little “tip” had been a seed that her mother had planted! Ceri had been duped into wiping out one of Venus Beauty’s competitors!

Ceri floated out of bed and got dressed quickly in her now too-short shorts, her fishnet stockings, and her too-tight t-shirt. No bear mask this time. She was going to wreck Venus Beauty just like she’d inadvertently wrecked Rockford.

Chapter 10 - Water Rejoins at the Delta

“What’s going on!?”

“Someone call the police!”

Tara watched footage from inside of their main research facility. The feed was mostly live and had been sent to her moments after it had occurred... was probably still occurring. The mounted cameras bounced wildly as her employees stumbled and lost their footing. An entire portion of wall, mostly intact in one piece, flew across the office and smashed into the far wall before both bits flew off into the distance. It almost looked like a combination earthquake and tornado... until a pair of destructive laser beams emerged out of nowhere with inexplicable focus and power ended the feed entirely.

The ruthless and brilliant blonde businesswoman knew who it was. Who it had to be.

Tara put on the last of the nanomachine-filled cream available to her and flew off toward the site of conflict.

---

Hector hid underground in a secret facility while their CEO’s daughter exercised her impossible superpowers in some sort of angry, angst-filled crusade against the company that he’d built so diligently with Tara. Macy was there as well, listening to his scientific gobbledegook as he worked frantically at the fabrication computer.

“The nanomachines are encoded to our DNA. A genetic thumbprint if you will, but of course between siblings and naturally parents and their children the thumbprint can look similar or identical. The human genome is enormous you know,” Hector stopped to breathe as his fingers clacked over the keyboard nonstop. He sucked in a deep breath and continued unabated. “So we could not have the nanomachines run identical matches as that would be extremely inefficient and seriously hamper the productive output of our technology...”

“Hector, stop. Mrs. Waters and Ceri. Something strange is going on with them... to them,” Macy interrupted.

“Like I was saying,” Hector continued, “our nanomachines falsely identified Mrs. Waters and her daughter as the same person. As a result...”

“Hector! Can you answer me plainly!”

Hector paused for a moment. He was being as plain as he could get. “Here, watch this.” He brought up security footage of Tara on another screen.

Macy watched intently as her boss, surrounded by the wreckage of their last big eco-terrorist attack after the events of Venus Con. Tara having a moment looking like she was breaking down, then suddenly finding resolve, working at a computer, and finally, pulling a bunch of vials out of cold storage and putting it into her purse.

“What is she stealing?” Macy asked breathlessly.

Hector ignored her and continued working as new footage rolled. It was Tara at her office just doing mundane things... but her movement was blurry.

Macy tapped the monitor with her finger.

“Hector, what’s wrong with this footage? Is it sped up?” she asked.

He didn’t have to answer. Soon, she saw Tara cackling as she lifted her office desk with all of its heavy drawers and computer resting on top of it. The jar of upright pens, the stack of large papers, the heavy paperweight... all of it remained perfectly stationary as Tara lifted it with an open upturned palm, pressed it up and down, and then... repeated the feat with her single outstretched index finger.

“I knew it!” Macy exclaimed. “Mrs. Waters has been... well she’s always been confident, but there was something more about her,” Macy envisioned those perfect breasts filling up her rearview mirror outside of the Companions’ office in her mind’s eye once more. “So these vials are giving Mrs. Waters superpowers?”

“Yes, isn’t that what I said? And presumably, her daughter too.” Hector groused as he continued to work. “It matches the destruction at Rockford yesterday. And Mrs. Waters was with me, so she has an alibi,” he explained.

“So what are you doing now?”

“Creating a counter-agent.”

At that moment, the earth above them quaked as if the apocalypse were about to take place. The bedrock above them cracked and split in half as clods of dirt and stone fell into the underground research laboratory.

“Hector! We have to go!” Macy yelled.

“Perfect. I’m ready,” he wobbled on his feet as more earth matter rained upon them. He grabbed the stoppered vials, loaded them into a cartridge, and grabbed a large rifle.

Macy gulped.

---

“Raaaaar!” Ceri screamed, mouth agape as she blasted the upper floors of her mother’s dearly beloved research facility into ash. She could see that she was killing employees, but in her anguish and desperate desire to lash out against her mother, she didn’t even care. What could they do to her anyway? She could catch and deflect bullets, lift buildings with a single hand, and kill with a casual stare.

“Ceri! What the fuck are you doing!” a familiar voice rattled the earth from the skies above.

“You have powers too?! Well, fuck you, Mom!” Ceri screamed back petulantly. She focused her vision once more and unleashed another catastrophic beam of energy at another section of her mother’s office.

Tara quickly flew into the path of the lasers and blocked it with her invulnerable body. Supercharged with even more of her nanomachines, she bore the brunt of Ceri’s angry outburst to no ill effect at all. Only her clothes burned to ash and fell off of her body.

“You... ungrateful... wench!” Tara screamed. “Why do you even think you have these powers!? What a disgrace you turned out to be! Your father would be ashamed!”

“Don’t bring Dad into this!” Ceri roared. She pushed off the earth with her bare feet, gouging into a huge portion of concrete and slate and sending deadly projectiles flying behind her. One arm outstretched, she launched herself into a collision course with Tara.

Tara “stood” her ground, hands on hips and floating imperiously in midair. Only her supervision could have tracked Ceri’s supersonic movement, but they did so completely effortlessly. With her new dose of further tuned nanomachines, it looked as if her newly enhanced daughter were swimming through molasses.

When Ceri’s little fist crashed into Tara’s naked abdomen, the deafening blow echoed for miles. More of her office building crumbled from the shockwaves as birds shrieked and flew away, as fast as their little wings could carry them. Tara remained completely motionless and unharmed, sneering at her disobedient daughter.

“O-ow! Fuck! My wrist!” Ceri drifted back and moaned with tears in her eyes. “I... it’s... broken!” she wailed.

Tara floated forward and grabbed Ceri by the arm. She squeezed experimentally, eliciting another painful scream from her daughter.

“You disrespect me, your father’s memory, you spit in my face for all of the conveniences that you have, the fortune that we built for you...” Tara began to lecture coldly. She squeezed once more, harder than before.

But Ceri felt less pain than before. The nanomachines covering Tara’s body began to identify Ceri as the same entity and slowly but steadily began to drift over, evening the balance of power between the fitness blonde and her rebellious counterculture daughter.

Ceri’s face was a quick glimmer of surprise as she felt the crushing forces of her mother’s squeeze. It should have pulverized her super bones, but the pain was quickly dissipating even as Tara increased the pressure. Ceri quickly decided to buy into the act, faking pain while she hid her contempt for her mother as her already superpowered but outmatched body surged with power.

“You’re... the one... Dad would be ashamed of!” Ceri yelled, interrupting her mother’s lecture as she uncorked her masterful ploy. She pulled back her right arm and threw a hard, untrained punch, right into her mother’s perfect, chiseled abdomen.

Tara saw the bunch coming, but unlike before, there was nothing molasses about Ceri’s movement. Her daughter’s fist slugged her right in the gut, knocking the wind out of her and sending her flying upward into the sky, spinning head over heels.

Operating on anger and adrenaline, Tara shrugged off the bruiser blow and righted herself, screaming and launching herself toward Ceri with her full tilt heat vision. Ceri shielded herself with her arms as her clothes, too, disintegrated. Then the two women were locked in a midair wrestling match, fighting for superior position as the difference in raw strength was no longer enough to determine a victor.

As the two women trembled in relative standstill, distracted in their deathmatch, their sensitive ears both picked up a familiar “NO!” scream followed by a gunshot.

They both looked at the crumbling remains of the Venus Beauty building. A mysterious, off-aim bullet zinged past both of them as Macy and Hector fought over a cartridge of custom bullets. The aging man overpowered Macy and flailed his arms free, sending the off-balance assistant teetering over the edge of the cracked concrete floor. She screamed and hung onto the shattered floor with her outstretched left hand, clutching something treasured in her right.

“Macy!!” Both Ceri and Tara screamed simultaneously. But Ceri was the one who broke free first and rocketed off to rescue the person she considered her closest family.

Hector patted his body and looked for his ammo before realizing that Macy had stolen it. And then a moment later, it was too late. A nude Ceri was floating up, cradling Macy in her arms as Tara gripped Hector by the neck and lifted him off his feet.

“Hector, what the fuck are you doing!” Tara spat.

He choked and flailed his limbs uselessly in his beautiful boss’s grasp.

“It’s a... counteragent...” Macy stammered, teeth still chattering from her near death experience.

Tara’s eyes grew wide with realization, and then fury.

“You would have killed us!”

“Too much... power...” Hector choked.

“How much did you make?” Tara snarled.

Macy revealed the little box of cartridges she had snatched away. Both Tara and Ceri looked visibly frightened for the first time since their empowerment.

“It was not my place to speak, but I think these extraordinary circumstances...” Macy tossed the cartridge of bullets off the side of the building. Both Tara and Ceri sighed in relief as Ceri incinerated a deep hole into the earth, making sure that Hector’s machinations were well and truly destroyed.

“I’ve been with your family this whole time. I worked closely with Caelus too. You, young miss, would be too young to remember, but your mother knows. It would break his heart to see you two like this. He was ambitious, and he wanted to be on top of the world. With both of you by his side. And now...” Macy looked at the two beautiful, contrasting superwomen floating in her vicinity, “...you can be. Literally. Please, find it in your hearts to reconcile. And you can rule the world together...” the loyal servant begged.

Tara and Ceri looked at each other. She flung Hector over the horizon with a simple over the shoulder toss. Her eyes softened as she looked at her daughter.

“Well?” Tara asked.

Ceri shrugged, causing her heavy breasts to quake.

“I guess we can try. You got any more of this stuff?”