Bad Ballet Bitches (Patreon)

Written by HarmonyMotion with Au Goose
Shard-Strike Universe created by Au Goose

Chapter 1 - Mean Women

A class of twelve girls got dressed in the locker room at Laguna Conservatory, one of the first and foremost classical arts academies on the east coast of the United States. They were all busy taking off their heavy winter clothing and changing into their stretchy high waisted shorts, tights, leotards, and the like. The chilly air would be a welcome relief when they actually got into the dance hall and started practicing and rehearsing.

Brittany Whitecastle rolled her well-muscled shoulders, loosening up as she stretched her pale, long-sleeved leotard over her slender body and generous bust. Add a little peekaboo window between her breasts and she’d have made a great cosplayer, before... Her natural blonde bob and elegant face were practically made for the part. And now that there were real superheroes in the world, she felt like it was only a matter of time before she was chosen to be graced by destiny with apex level power and total freedom.

Lots of people daydreamed about winning the ‘lightning lottery’. But she’d had real dreams. Vivid dreams of becoming so much more. Zap! She was a shining goddess of light and flame! So incredibly powerful that she always woke up wet with excitement.

It was coming. She was certain of it. She just had to bide her time. Then zap! She’d finally get to put all this school shit and these gossipy losers where they belonged: beneath her heel.

But for now they were all around her. Tracy and Kate were snapping at each other over who knows what. And that little scholarship nobody Jade was dithering with her phone. Brittany cocked her head to listen as she realized how furtive Jade was being about the call.

“No, Mom! I told you, I... I didn’t get it...” Jade whispered into her phone, cupping her hand over her mouth and the speaker.

“YOU WHAT!?” Her mother’s catapulted from Jade’s speaker. The shocked girl grimaced and pulled the phone away from her ear. “YOU DIDN’T GET PRIMA BALLERINA?! What even was the point of all of those lessons!? I bet you just didn’t practice enough...”

An embarrassed Jade juggled the phone in her hands as she hurried to lower the volume. Her mom’s screeching voice began to diminish, but it was too late. All of the girls had heard everything.

“Yes Mom. Uh huh. Yes. Yes, I’m listening! There are girls around...” Jade hissed.

She endured both her mother’s berating and the sound of bitchy snickering all around her until she mercifully could hang up the call.

“‘You didn’t even get prima ballerina!?’” Brittany mocked in singsong tones. The trust fund princess never missed an opportunity to remind anyone and everyone they were her inferiors. Especially modern peasants like Jade. “Sounds to me like your mom knows you real well, Jade,” she sneered. “Worthless.”

“You didn’t either, did you?” Tracy jumped in.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t trying to!” Brittany retorted, surprised that someone with Tracy’s breeding would fail to take her side. Jade took the opportunity to get dressed while Brittany’s wrath was redirected.

“So you’re picking on Jade cuz she’s a better dancer than you and works harder? Got it.”

“At least I’m not a failure! I could’ve been prima ballerina if I tried.” Carefully arranged blonde locks bounced with growing outrage. She was better than these twits and even if it took all semester, she’d make them know their place!

“Spoken like a true loser.”

“What the fuck do you know! You’re highkey worse than both of us!”

“At least I’m not a hypocrite!”

“‘At least I’m not a hypocrite!’” Brittany mocked in her mimicky high-pitched tone once more.

Tracy huffed at Brittany’s childish outburst before deciding instead to just keep her mouth shut. When you roll in the mud with a pig, the pig likes it, she thought to herself.

Brittany smiled in what she thought of as yet another triumph, walking off to the main dance studio as her ballerina shoes padded and squished quietly on her way out. She held her head high. They were worthless nobodies. She was gonna be a goddess. And then some people were going to burn…

“Thanks Tracy,” Jade commented. “So what happened? Am I suddenly in your good graces somehow?”

“I wouldn’t say so. I just hate Bitchney more than you.”

“‘I just hate Bitchney more than you!’” Jade did her impression of Brittany.

The two girls looked at each other and laughed. It was a tenuous relationship, but at least it was more pleasant than most of the cutthroat behavior of all of the alpha girls in Laguna Conservatory. They moved toward the studio together, unconsciously matching their steps.

Chapter 2 - Just Another East Coast Weather Shift

“And demi-plie...” their teacher ordered. All of the girls turned their feet outward, heels touching, and bent their knees deeply.

Their stern instructor walked in the aisle formed by the two columns of girls, one on either side of her. Even though it was a simple warmup, a basic pose that they’d all mastered long before being admitted to this school, Madame Mikhailovna always found something to adjust.

She paused alongside Brittany. The girl rarely applied herself, but today she seemed to have found proper motivation. The older woman nodded in grudging approval. She looked at Jade with a critical eye and nudged the girl’s toe to point outward more. Jade yelped as she struggled to maintain her balance. A loud, Brittany scoff sounded from in front of her.

Madame Mikhailovna walked back to the front of the class.

“Continue warm-up routine, ladies,” she spoke in a thick Russian accent. “Remember what your goal is! Sacrifice today so you will be better tomorrow! Laguna Conservatory does not train second-string dancers! Right now you are nothing! But we will teach you, one day, to be best of the best!”

After her rousing, not-at-all-tired every day speech, Madame Mikhailovna did her usual routine of disappearing into one of the side rooms. It was an open secret that she was drinking. After all, the alcohol fumes were almost visibly wafting off her body whenever she decided to reappear.

As the girls stretched and warmed up on the barre, Brittany continued to berate Jade from a few positions away.

“Can’t even plie, huh?”

“Oh shut up, Brittany. She could’ve picked on anyone.”

“Uh huh, everyone says that. But lowkey she picks on you more than anyone else here. Bet.”

Jade averted Brittany’s gaze, looking to someone, anyone, for help. Her eyes fell on Tracy, but Tracy showed no interest in coming to her defense.

“You know it too, don’tcha!” Brittany gleefully jumped off the barre to confront Jade physically.

“What are you doing!?” Jade yelled. She glanced over to closet Madame Mikhailnovna’s own personal bar, but there was no sign of life in there.

Brittany overpowered Jade, pushing them both back against the studio’s window. Gray, dreary clouds loomed outside just Brittany pressed her body painfully against Jade. She was a lot stronger, after all.

“Brittany! You’re hurting me! Get off!” Jade wheezed.

The sound of shattering glass caught everyone’s attention. Jade panicked. Had Brittany somehow managed to break the window that she was pushing Jade into? She whipped her head around to see if she was about to be showered by jagged shards.

She was just in time to catch an ominous, neon green and pink stroke of light that seemed to erupt from the ground and strike from the sky simultaneously. All of the girls had come over to the window to see the commotion.

“It’s a... it’s a Shard Strike!” Kate called out.

Before anyone could flee, the window behind Jade actually cracked. Tracy was at their side, pulling at both girls.

“Run!!” she ordered.

An enormous, deadly crystalline shard flew through the window, impaling first Jade and then Tracy before getting stuck. Both girls gasped as they looked down to see themselves stabbed through the chest by a ghostly, ethereal speartip.

They looked at each other in fear and awe. There was no blood. There was only the whirring sound of energy spinning up, beginning to discharge and explode. Bolts of electricity began to emanate like tendrils from the glittering stone, caressing both Tracy and Jade.

Another, even larger shard erupted into existence beneath Brittany’s feet. It impaled her from head to toe, splaying her out like a puppet on a stake.

“Eeeeek!” she screamed, too terrified to move, suspended in midair. This was not how she’d dreamed it happening!

The nascent thrumming finally reached its apex as fierce bolts of energy began to lash out in earnest. All of the other girls screamed as they ran for the exit, not wanting to be stabbed through the torso, or god forbid, vertically through their entire body. But escape was impossible. Twisted spikes grew around them like jagged coral, cutting them as they tried to flee. Waves of heat and sparks radiated from the cage, almost willfully searing their flesh as their clothes and bodies began to burn. A collection of screams rose as if they were being punished for trying to escape their inevitable fate.

Brittany had made it to the center of the room before being impaled, splayed out like an animal on a spit roast. Except she wasn’t suffering at all.

The ill-tempered blonde laughed as the energies began to stroke her, caress her, give her everything she wanted—no, everything she rightfully deserved!—as she floated and rotated freely in a dense sphere of shard energy.

“I can feel it... inside of me...!” Brittany squealed. “No cap, this is wild!” she screamed, blonde hair splayed out and lengthening nonstop, each strand so golden and radiant that it seemed to emit its own light. Her flesh was glowing, the brightness increasing until she vanished entirely into a radiant egg floating in mid-air.

Meanwhile, Jade and Tracy’s eyes never left each other as their flesh seemed to melt under the shockingly cold heat of the green fires bellowing in their bodies. Their mouths opened in horror as they saw each other’s faces, sagging and deforming before magically... reshaping?

They first noticed it in each others’ eyes. Their flesh molded like clay as their eye sockets grew disfigured and grotesque before reversing direction and taking the form of a recognizable human face once more. But this time, each girl noticed a distinct heterochromia. Jade’s left eye and Tracy’s right, mirror images of each other, both took on Jade’s green hue. And their opposite eyes both took on Tracy’s light brown.

Their hair began to swirl in color too, Jade’s fiery red and Tracy’s light coffee colored locks blending and swirling as the shard phenomena began to truly turn the girls into the most unique twins ever seen—a blend of two distinct girls mashed into one. The stripes of hair alternated colors, making both of their hairstyles look like candy canes made out of fine silk.

And the changes didn’t stop at their faces either. Jade’s harder, more cut, well-honed body began to soften, a bit like molten ice cream. And Tracy’s softer, less-trained body had its fat melt away too.

The changes started simultaneously at both girls’ legs. Their heights evened out, Jade’s made-and-trained-for-ballet body growing slightly taller like she’d always secretly wished for. Everyone had always told her she was born with the genes for this, as if it were her only path in life, and she’d always secretly resented it. Meanwhile, Tracy shortened a tiny bit until the pair of identical faces looking at each other saw each other eye-to-eye, perfectly level.

Their legs began to rebuild from the foot up. And then renew, reforged under the shard’s flames to undoing all of the abuse that came with grueling, torturous years of ballet practice. Those ten digits straightened out, nice and even and wrapped in their ballerina shoes, with no sign of disfigurement and bruising.

Their legs began to change too. Jade’s hard cut, even severe muscles were smoothed and evened out by Tracy’s softer body and much more gentle definition, producing wonderfully elegant yet still strong-looking curves of powerful flesh up their sinuous legs. And despite their more svelte and sensual appearance, both women could feel a supernatural strength flowing through them as they transformed, far beyond what either girl was capable of performing before!

Their thighs received a similar treatment, but more dramatic as more flesh piled up around their creaking, widening hips. Raw muscle, tempered with firm flesh and taut skin, strong enough to crush a watermelon between their intimate grip made the pair of women look even more appealing in their leggings as they would presumably carve even more elegant shapes in the air with every balletic leap.

As their transformations swept over them, the glowing egg dominating the room pulsed with light to the sound of muffled screams of pleasure. A repeating chant of “More! Yes! MORE! Yessss!” was mixed with the cries as the girl inside grew wildly ecstatic.

As if inspired by whatever was giving Brittany such delight, the creeping power finally began to mold Tracy and Jade’s torsos. All of that extra flesh ripped from two girls’ bodies finally began to stack up. And stack up nicely it did. The Shard Strike, perverted in its nature, or simply channeling the perverted thoughts of its human clay, set both of their busts swelled at the same time, each sexy degree of the outward arc on those four expanding, spherical, femimine shapes growing in tandem like a choreographed dance. When the pressure of their spandex leotards almost felt too tight to take, their nipples poking through their bindings and staring at each other with their pointed peaks, one final bit of energy shunted through them, sucking in their waists and pushing it toward that unboundable breast flesh. Jade and Tracy sucked in a deep gasp simultaneously and with the exact same motion, and then relaxed.

The energy left their bodies at the same time. The translucent crystal no longer pierced their torsos. There was no trace of damage, no gaping wounds. But the fire and the shards weren’t quite done yet.

A blinding flash of searing white filled the studio. Tracy and Jade both shielded their eyes. When they reopened them, they witnessed the birth of a glowing goddess emerging from the heavenly cocoon of light that had engulfed Brittany. Her white leotard gone, burnt away, her skin tan, even, and perfect, her legs, long, lean, and lascivious, and those breasts...

Tracy and Jade both began to tremble in lust as they stared at those unreal shapes. If they thought they had been gifted with full, fertile breasts, then Brittany’s nearly divine hyperfemininity had swelled past more than both of them combined!

The alabaster globes protruded so far out in front of her body. Each one had to be larger than the size of a cantaloupe! And despite that enormous size and that jiggling heft, they sat round and proud on Brittany’s paper thin torso. And that pair of melon-sized tits wobbled ever so slightly as Brittany floated—yes, floated!—through the air with the grace befitting such beauty. She’d become the very epitome of a ballerina, dozens of times more graceful than when she’d walked into the room.

And her nipples, pointed and protruding, thick and topping each female orb with their beautiful pale, pink areolae, begging to be sucked... the sight of her bare pubic mound, the wet, pink lips of her vulva, alluring and visibly vibrating, a preview of the power within Brittany’s still-glowing, still-burning, still-blossoming beauty... Tracy and Jade moaned in tandem as their nipples grazed each other. They couldn’t help but be aroused beyond belief at the sight of Brittany!

“I’m gonna be the apex of all apexes!” Brittany purred as she clenched her fist and pumped her bicep. A small, smooth swell appeared on her upper arm. “I feel so powerful! You have no idea!”

She floated over to the entwined pair, planting a perfectly formed foot on Tracy’s face before shoving the girl hard enough to bounce her off the floor with an effortless flick of her impressively toned calf.

The victorious apex looked down at her classmates, beneath her, as they should be, before doing a double take. “You’re twins now? Oh, that’s hilarious.” A shudder of pleasure rolled up her body, reminding her of just how sensuous her newly superhuman body had become.

“How about you two make yourself useful by worshiping my twins?” WIth a wicked gleam in her eye, she cupped her massive breasts, lifting them and kneading them in a devastatingly alluring display.

Tracy scrambled to her feet even as Jade found herself eager to put her lips to the rounded treasures before her. In moments the two of them were caressing and sucking Brittany’s incredible breasts with eerie coordination. For her part Brittany began to climax under their synchronized assault, hot juices splashing her inner thighs. The twins clung to Brittany’s body, legs entwined as the blonde goddess rose higher into the air. Her new body seemed entirely capable of keeping up the body-shaking orgasms tearing through her for hours to come.

Or at least until some fool rudely interrupted her “I’m an apex now” party.

“W-what is all this!” Madame Mikhailovna emerged from her drinking room, another lucky survivor of the blast. The flames lashed at her body gently, but she felt nothing. “Where is my power!?” she wailed in anguish.

Brittany looked at her own flaming hands and smiled at Tracy and Jade. “Watch,” she mouthed, even the slightest movement of her lips, bewitching the new twins.

Then, she vanished with a whoosh, fanning the lingering flames around them.

A deep Russian cry of shock was the only indication of where Brittany had gone. The blonde superwoman materialized behind the old woman, graceful fingers clamping down on their teacher’s wrists with far, far greater than human strength, her bare mounds bracketing her victim’s head. With only a momentary look of concentration, Brittany ripped all the lingering flames from the building around them, extinguishing the dozens of small fires. The flames slithered through the air, twisting and turning to become dozens of tiny music box-sized twirling ballerinas cast in shimmering fire.

Jade, still half drunk on the pleasure of caressing Brittany’s perfect flesh, was stunned by the beauty and detail of the power on display. The precision of Brittany’s creation was mind blowing. Frankly, she would have bet big against the bitch ever having the imagination to come up with something so beautiful. Maybe her transformation had come with some actual brains?

Their despised teacher’s struggles against Brittany’s iron grip faded as she gazed in growing awe at the tiny figures dancing around her. Just as a tear began to form in her eye, the motes of fire began to zip into her trapped torso like vicious burning arrowheads. In moments her body began to smoke and smolder.

“This is my power, you stupid Russian hack!” Brittany cackled as Madame Mikhailovna burned to ashes.

In her moment of triumph, she tossed her head back and cackled before an enormous billow of flames erupted from her mouth.

“Gack! Guh...” Brittany choked. She gripped her own throat and turned to both Tracy and Jade, her eyes wide in panic. She descended to the floor on wobbly legs, staggering forward. Then the fiery angel covered her mouth with one hand as if she were about to vomit.

“Brittany?” Jade asked.

She gagged once more. In between her fingers erupted a few wisps of flame. And then her entire body ignited.

“Aahhhhhhhh!” Brittany screamed. The raging fire consumed her inside out, until there was nothing more than an incandescent fused skeleton on its hands and knees over a pile of ash that used to be her internal organs.

The momentary apex’s bones exploded, filling the dance studio with raging shard-fire, blackening the walls and melting all of the mirrors and windows. A tidal wave of surging heat, visible as rippling, tortured air, whooshed toward Jade and Tracy.

The two girls grabbed onto each other tightly as they prepared for the worst.

With her death, the unseen vestiges of Brittany’s power were drawn across the room into Jade’s body. Her back arched as she began to duplicate Brittany’s gloriously sexy transformation, the wave of heat and flame bowing around her like waves crashing against a rock to create a safe nook Tracy was able to shelter in. As Jade grew more and more sexy, following in Brittany’s footsteps, she could feel the unquenchable fire rising in her core that was going to destroy her in the same way it had her rival. It was simply too much power to bear, even with her rapidly enhancing body!

About to become the shard-strike’s second dead on arrival apex, Jade twirled in mid-air and hugged Tracy tightly. The half-redhead half-brunette girl gasped as she involuntarily, their breasts slamming into one another’s as the fatally overwhelming energy found a new outlet to travel. The crackling bolts shot out of Jade’s nipples and leapt into Tracy’s, burning holes through the thin fabric separating them and setting off Tracy’s own sexy transformation and wrapping them both in another luminous egg.

The dark sky finally shifted to more natural tones. Just when they thought the Shard’s powers were about to incinerate both of them, the insane pressure inside of the budding furnace of their bodies began to recede. With the pair of girls evenly balancing the weight of Brittany’s out of control power, they were able to avoid its cost. The egg faded away, revealing each of the twins now enjoyed something close to 80% of her astonishing command of fire and had gone through a similarly large part of her transformation, building on their own mingled appearance to make them amongst the sexiest women in the western hemisphere. The girls’ much more prominent nipples separated gently as the twice-remade Tracy and Jade both opened their mirror-image-reflected eyes and looked at each other in disbelief.

“A-are you okay...?” Jade asked, her voice still her own.

“Yeah... I think...” Tracy’s voice too.

“This is... I don’t...” Jade looked at her own body, then her new twin.

“We’re lucky to be alive. Thanks...” Tracy whispered.

“Thanks.”

The two apexes embraced in a hug as their feet left the floor.

Chapter 3 - Two Girls, One Asshole

“Holy shit. What a mess,” Tracy lifted an enormous piece of cracked, reinforced concrete over her head. The unwieldy thing left the pile of rubble effortlessly as Tracy tossed it next to her on flat earth. It thundered loudly as the ground shook. A grateful student, bruised and fractured, thanked the heterochromic auburn-brunette and stole more than a lingering gaze as paramedics helped him off.

“Oh my god! Thank god you’re here!” One of the faculty members greeted the haphazardly dressed Tracy. She’d slipped on some of her casual clothing, but they stretched so tight that it could’ve passed as some sort of skin tight superhero suit.

“No problem, Professor Schulz,” Tracy responded automatically.

“You... you know me?” he asked.

Tracy looked at him. Of course. She would be unrecognizable now.

She looked at him and shrugged. Whatever. She could tell him, she could not tell him... it didn’t seem important.

The ground shook once more, the tremors much softer underneath Tracy and the professor’s feet. The sound of the crashing material from two buildings over could be heard. Jade came flying out of the rubble, soaring high into the sky and landing next to Tracy.

“There are... two of you? Twins?” Professor Schulz blinked his eyes incredulously.

“Who’s this?” Jade asked.

“Nobody.”

Professor Schulz just looked at the pair of superwomen. It was getting awkward. He could see he didn’t belong there.

“W-well... thank you two. I’ll go look for other injured students,” he meekly shuffled off.

“Don’t go that way,” Jade advised, pointing over her shoulder from where she’d just come. “It’s pretty gruesome. No survivors.”

“By god...” He shook his head and wandered off aimlessly.

“From the looks of it, we were the only lucky ones,” Jade commented.

“I dunno. I feel like some sort of freak. No offense, but I didn’t need to be a Frankenstein blend of you and me.”

“Would you rather end up how Brittany did?”

“Hmph.”

“Or like one of those corpses I just found underneath the lit building?”

“Fine, fine. Where was this assertiveness when Bitchney was pushing you around, by the way?” Tracy asked.

“New hour, new me,” Jade chuckled. And then more seriously, “...or maybe more of you rubbed off on me than I thought.”

“Maybe. Is that why I feel like such a total failure?” Tracy snarked.

“Hey!”

Jade smashed her little fist into Tracy’s arm. The blow sent Tracy flying away with the sound of a terrifying thunderclap.

Tracy was back in an instant.

“Hey!” Tracy was seething. Her eyes glowed as she drew a fist.

“Shit! Sorry sorry sorry! I didn’t mean for it to hit that hard!” Jade apologized profusely.

Tracy relaxed. “I’m gonna get you back for that,” she declared darkly.

Jade gulped.

The two frenemies floated toward the more-or-less intact student dorms where they’d gotten dressed after the initial strike. As they floated through the chaos-ridden hallways, both Tracy and Jade picked up the sounds of female fawning and begging from inside one of the rooms. And it wasn’t just one girl. It sounded like... four.

A girl ran right between the pair of floating superwomen without even acknowledging them. She was busy stripping off her clothes and already moaning.

“Adam! Adam! Please, fuck me too!” she cried as she barged in through the closed door.

“What the fuck!?” Tracy and Jade flew toward that dorm room.

A huge orgy was taking place. Four female students all surrounding one gangly male with black nails and eyeliner, the loner art student that people knew lived here, but few had rarely seen. He was a total hermit and never spoke to anyone.

And then there was one girl, face down on the bed with her legs spread eagle as he pumped furiously in and out of her.

Amidst the kissing, ear-licking and nibbling, all over the body touching, and gentle massage of his balls from his impromptu harem of women, Adam could be heard chanting.

“Oh yeah! Yeah! You bitches want it all, don’t you? You fucking made fun of me, wouldn’t give me a second glance. And now you’re all gonna be my cocksleeves! Every last one of you!”

Another girl barged in screaming his name. Jade grabbed her and held her captive as she begged to be let go in order to fuck her master.

“What the fuck is this!?” Tracy yelled as she floated forward to confront the harem owner.

Adam immediately ceased his thrusting when he laid eyes on the flying, busty beauty.

“Holy fuck! You’re hot as fuck! Come here and let me feel you!”

Tracy suddenly fell to her knees and began to beg.

“Please, Adam, use me like your cock sleeve! I’ll be loyal to you forever, turn me inside out, fuck me sideways!”

He grunted as he struggled to push the far inferior girl off of his dick. It sprung out in full view, hard and glistening. When he turned to Tracy, she immediately wrapped her lips around it as Adam moaned, losing his balance as this mysterious new girl’s lips and tongue threatened to suck his soul out of his cock while her unrepentant breasts slammed into his legs!

“Oh fuuuck! Yesss! That’s more like it!”

“Adam, oh Adam!” the rest of his harem squealed in delight at their master’s pleasure.

His eyes closed in rapture, he was so near release. This girl was incredible! Her lips squeezed his rod while her tongue danced and swirled along his quivering tip! He was going to come already!

He never saw Jade flying behind him, holding her fiery hands on either side of his head. A moment later, ash sprinkled down his headless body.

“Mmf! Fuck!” Tracy immediately removed her mouth from the corpse’s still erect member. “What was that?!”

“I just... killed him,” Jade commented without remorse.

“Yeah, thanks. That was gross. What a fucked power.” Jade shuddered as she visualized how it would feel to control that sort of ability. And then a cold chill ran through her body.

“Oh mistress! Mistress!” All the girls looked at Jade. “Please, take us, use us, do to us what you want!”

“Whoa, what the fuck!?” Jade looked at Tracy.

“Did you take his powers!? Don’t you dare do that shit to me!” Tracy announced.

And then, she shuddered too. And the fawning girls couldn’t decide which of their two mistresses to obey and pleasure next.

“Me too?” Tracy asked incredulously. She looked at her own hands and then clenched a fist. “Can we really take other people’s powers?”

“Looks like it. And looks like you’re tied to me, whether you like it or not. Truce?” Jade offered a hand.

“Yeah, sure. Like I said, I hated you a lot less than those other girls. It could be worse.” Tracy took Jade’s hand and squeezed firmly.

“Yeah. We could be like these poor powerless bitches instead.”

Chapter 4 - Slim But Large, Busty and in Charge

Tracy floated in midair at the largest sports bar in town, dressed in a six thousand dollar dress with a purse that was twice as expensive, stuffed with cold hard cash from all of the patrons she’d enslaved as soon as she’d hovered in. She pulled the thigh high slit of her expensive garb to a side, revealing her irresistible pussy ever since her first transformation, now magnified by the trace powers of other girls on campus who’d been gently touched by the Laguna strike that she and Jade had taken for their own. The sight of her beautifully clean, pink flower, the fragrant scent wafting off of it, and the fact that she could enslave anyone with a wayward glance or a single whispered command was more than anyone could bear.

She ground her powerful nether lips against men and women’s faces, getting off to the slightest simulation against her hypersensitive folds. Her thralls would inevitably be injured as she thrust her powerful pelvis into their faces, bruising their cheeks when she squeezed too tightly with her thighs, or breaking their noses. And after every orgasmic writhe, she gushed her ambrosia into their mouths, and they gulped it down and thanked her for the honor. All they wanted was to please their mistress.

Having had her fill for the hour, Tracy nudged her next shambling toy away with a gentle prod of her high heels. She didn’t like his look, and there were so many better ones to choose from. He screamed as his feet left the ground, his body smashing into the wall of the pub before sliding down to the floor.

“Having a good time?” Tracy asked her twin.

“Mmm,” Jade moaned. She was lying flat in midair, a man and woman at each of her voluptuous sides, squeezing and fondling her gravity-defying breasts while both of them writhed in sexual agony, feeling far more intense pleasure just from fondling Jade’s enormous melons.

“I was just thinking about,” Jade started dreamily...

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“What!? You’re dropping out of Laguna Conservatory!? After all I did for you! The one year of tuition I paid?! Do you know how much that costs!? You will become prima ballerina at a renowned institute, like we always talked about! Or did you forget that?”

“Mom, that was your stupid dream! I never agreed to this! Fuck!”

“What did you say, young lady!? I raised you better than that! Don’t you say that word again! Did you learn it from some of those other foulmouthed students!? I forbid you from seeing them!”

Jade closed her eyes and clenched her fists.

“And why do you look like that! What’s wrong with your hair!”

“Mom.”

“And did you get implants!? How are you going to dance with those balloons stapled to your chest! Do you think that looks good!? You look like a cheap woman of the night!”

Jade’s hands glowed with burning power. She faced her open palm at her mother.

And then her mother was no more.

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“You killed her, didn’t you?” Tracy asked.

“Darn. Found out,” Jade replied coolly. “It’s very hard to keep a secret from you, twinsy.”

“Gross. Don’t call me that. We’ve gotta find a shapeshifter to siphon. I’m sick of our mirror image routine,” Tracy flipped the red half of her hair.

“Whatever you say, twinsy. We both know that I was in much better shape than you before we merged. You should be thanking me,” Jade lectured.

“I miss the old Jade.”

“I don’t.”

“I’m gonna go dance and fuck some more. You wanna join me?” Tracy looked at her two pets. They were completely motionless now, fallen unconscious from the honor of touching Jade’s literally heart-stopping breasts.

“Nah, go ahead. I’ve danced my whole life,” Jade waved Tracy off.

“Someone turn the music up! I wanna hear ‘The Baddest Bitch’ playing as loud as possible on this shitty speaker system!” Tracy hovered back into the center of the room. Jade rolled her eyes, covered her ears, and went upstairs into the little bedroom where the owner slept. She still much preferred classical.

Which meant she missed the hubbub downstairs. Two female agents, dressed in black and dark shades, appeared in the bar and flashed their badges. It looked like a polished silver horse.

“You. Power down and come with us,” one agent instructed.

“Officers?” Tracy snarked. She’d already subdued all of the local police, as far as she and Jade knew anyway. “What seems to be the problem?”

“Please comply peacefully, or we will have to use force.”

One of them looked at the other. The other nodded, then turned back to Tracy. She removed her glasses, eyes as dark as a black hole that focused right at Tracy.

“As if!” Tracy cackled. “Come here, slave. You can suck on my toes before I make you beg me not to break you in half,” Tracy lowered her voice to one of her myriad of powers.

Neither agent moved.

“What!?” Tracy exclaimed. She tried to summon up that vile power that they’d taken from Adam, but the accompanying gross shudder down her spine never occurred.

But the agents weren’t without concern either.

“Why is she still floating!?” the mouthpiece asked.

“I’m... she’s nulled! I don’t know!”

Tracy clenched her fists, wielding an aura of golden fire. Her red and brown hair began to fly straight up from the intense flames.

“She’s... shifting!” The dark eyed one exclaimed. Raising her hands out as if pushing against an approaching wall, she grit her teeth. Large veins appeared in her arms and her face.

“The hell are you!?” Tracy gasped as she felt the flames go out. Then they reignited... but she faltered in midair before regaining her balance.

“I can’t null her! Too many!” the dark-eyed one said.

The other female agent seemed to double in muscle mass instantly, ripping out of her suit. Her arms, her thighs, her abs... everything was decked out in pure power that would put any professional bodybuilder to shame.

“Hold her as long as you can!” the hulking female ordered. She began to charge at the bobbling Tracy.

Tracy finally understood what was happening.

“I told you to come here and suck my toes,” she directed at the hulking one.

The agent’s furious line drive didn’t abate... but her aim was wholly refocused now. She was planning to charge and tackle Tracy out of the air, then put her in a sleeper hold until the threat was neutralized. Why had she ever wanted to do that? All she wanted, her entire’s life purpose, everything she’d lived for up until this moment... it was all to suck on this goddess’s pretty feet. To lick them, rub them, and then await her mistress’s next orders.

“No!” the dark eyed one screamed. She switched her focus once more. Her fellow agent shuddered and clutched her temples.

“Nice one!” Tracy exclaimed, flying forward to lift the muscle monster in a flaming chokehold. “What are you gonna try and stop now?” she asked the helpless, depowering one.

Before the hapless agent could decide, the literal muscle of the group began to wither away. All of those vascular muscles receded, leaving a husk of her former self. Just a normal, unpowered human female. Completely unremarkable.

Tracy flexed a single bicep. It curled up like a mountain, twice as tall as her head. She rotated her forearm and flexed once more.

“Not really my style,” Tracy clucked her tongue. “Can you turn that off for me?”

The dark-eyed agent acted like a pro. All of the footage was being recorded and sent to their central server at OPUS headquarters. But it couldn’t hurt to clarify everything she knew before her fate was ultimately sealed.

“Subject has multiple powers and feels like multiple people! I couldn’t null it all! I couldn’t...”

And then Tracy was upon her. The cruel multi-powered goddess placed her hands on the agent’s far smaller chest, give her a dismissive laugh, and then incinerated her to ash.

“Hey twinsy,” Jade floated down the stairwell. “What happened down here? Why can I have huge, disgusting muscles?”

“Never you mind,” Tracy answered. “Come on. We’ve got to find other paranaturals and suck them dry before these government spooks really come down on us.