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[The First One]

Jade had wondered why Sarahs' car had tinted windows before.  However, having been out in the sun since her transformation, she now knew how painful that was for a vampire.  Which is to say, agonizingly painful.  Sarah told her that sunglasses, high-quality sunblock and clothes that covered more of the body helped, prompting Jade to order large quantities of them, including clothes in bigger sizes to grow into.  Indeed, she'd already noticed her body had started toning and firming up.  They were going to visit Sarahs' family, and Sarah had warned her to expect to grow a lot bigger during their time there. "You know those moms whose first instinct when they see their kids or friends of theirs is to assume they're drastically undernourished?  Well my mom's like that.  Except for, y'know, being a vampire.  So I wouldn't put it past her to give you an entire cow to feed on the moment she sees you."

They drove for most of the day before stopping in a motel.  They kept a handle on the Dark Thirst by feeding on a young couple walking alone a few blocks away, leaving them lethargic for the next few days, but alive and still human.  Some property of vampire saliva clouded the victims' memory of the event, an actual change only occuring if they were given blood from the vampire.  As they walked off, leaving their victims standing there in a daze, Jade could swear that her muscles had already grown slightly, and Sarah had rounded out even more.  Vampires only actually need to sleep a few hours a week, and their sex life had gone into overdrive since Jade changed and Sarah grew.  So they made love for most of the night, Jade exploring the new fat on Sarahs' body and the full extent of her own newfound strength.  To both of their surprise, when she attempted it on a whim Jade was able to hoist her over three-hundred pound lover and Sire over her head with one hand. And I'm not even that much bigger yet, she thought, moistening, this could be interesting.

Very interesting story so far TFO.  I'm really interested in where it is going with Jade, and how this will affect Jade's life.

I like that you aren't rushing things, that you aren't desperate to get to the end quickly.

It sounds like Sarah is going to be a huge porker.  Even when they're very strong, I'm still not much of a fan of huge porkers.  Maybe you can figure out a twist for us?  (That said, write what you feel driven to write.  Don't let us determine your plot, unless you get really really stuck.)

Great grammar and spelling.  I'm having no trouble following the  plot.  You should definitely keep going with this story, and keep going with your writing in general.  You're doing a great job so far!

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Dark Thirst didn't really pan out and The Tygan Family was in my head for a while, so I'm doing that instead.  Someday I might go back to it.

[The First One]

The Tygan Family
by The First One
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The Tygan family were, by all appearences, which they did their level best to keep up, a normal upper-middle class family in northeastern California.  Kayla and Jacob, and their highschool-aged daughter, Maia, all lived in a midsized two-story house together, Maia doing her best to navigate school and her parents holding down jobs, Jacob as a software engineer and Kayla as a personal trainer.  Their son, James, and eldest daughter, Rachel, were off at seperate colleges.  This much their neighbors knew.  What they didn't know was that Jacob was the only one of the family that could get away with being called fully human.  His wife was the superheroine Behemoth, and their children had inherited the Hyper gene, an enigmatic genetic anomaly that granted superpowers determined by factors nobody was entirely sure of, but were believed to develop based on the persons' background and personality.  That's not to say James himself was normal, either.  When he and Kayla met, he had been the armored Sentinel, armed with cutting-edge armor derived from blueprints his archeologist parents had found in a mysterious pyramid in the jungles of India.  They had settled down somewhat after Rachel was born, but weren't above trying to teach their kids and doing some small-scale hero work on occasion.  Such as on one specific day when our story begins...
To be continued

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Kayla was busy with a client when an alarm sounded from the bank across the street.  There was a sudden rush of people both entering the gym for cover and leaving to either escape or see what was going on, so nobody noticed much when she slipped out the back door.  The area was walled off and isolated, making it almost impossible to see inside except from above.  So, as her eyes changed from blue to green and her hair from blonde to a deep, rich brown, she started growing.  Her muscles bulged, going from her default middleweight bodybuilder-like size to heavyweight, and kept going from there.  Her clothes tore off, revealing a skintight, highly elastic white bodysuit beneath them.  And as she kept growing, starting to grow taller as well, she felt herself moisten. 
Luckily the suit itself didn't stain, because she got so aroused and wet when she grew that she generally went commando, just in case.  It actually took a surprising amount of willpower to know when to stop, because not only did she get horny, but that was caused by the feeling of immense, superhuman POWER.  As she was thinking about this she kept growing.  Taller and more muscular.  Her breasts even grew bigger than a strippers' and kept growing.  And her shoulders widened, her biceps bulged larger by the second, her legs thickened, the crevices between her abs deepened as she went fron six visible ones to eight, then ten, then twelve.  Her shoes burst open as her feet grew with the rest of her, and her handspan increased with them.  Muscles popped up across her back, with more deepening crevices between them.  Her now massive, straited ass could probably have crushed a rock.  And she still kept growing.  Until finally she was slightly over twelve feet in height, and more muscular, even in proportion to her size, than any man could ever hope to be. 

She leapt over the gym, landing on the street in front of it, hopefully without anyone realizing where she had jumped from.  She left a massive crater between the police and a group of criminals.  The thieves were split between a group loading their loot into an armored truck and one in a firefight with the police, both overseen by a thin, orange-haired man in a suit and a top hat, armed with a cane he used to deflect the occasional shot coming his way.

USHMTF File:
Hyper criminal 47
Real Name: Robert Thorn
Alias: Joker
Abilities: High-grade hyper reflexes/agility, mid-grade hyper strength and durability, contact-based item enhancement
Affiliates/Relations: The Deck (Leader) Hyper criminal 48/Heart (Husband) Hyper Criminals 49-51 (Spade, Club and Diamond) Father.

"Ah!" The gunfire stopped, and Joker grinned.  He was always one prone to large, bombastic gestures as he spoke, and now was no exception.  "Behemoth, wasn't it?" She nodded.  "Ah, good.  So many heroes, so little time to familiarize yourself with each one who's ever fought you," he went on, in a tone of voice that made it clear he'd remembered full well on his own. "So, where's that boyfriend of yours?  What did he go by again, Sentinel?  Haven't seen either of you since-" "What the hell do you want, Joker?" "You wound me!" he replied, with a theatrical, obviously fake gasp, "Is it really so wrong to want to catch up with an old friend?" "Well, you've got a lot of nerve doing that when she's here to stop you from committing a crime.  That plus I wouldn't really say we were ever friends." Joker sighed, just as theatrically as before. "Okay, fair enough.  As for what I want," he gestured at the truck behind him, "I would think that should be obvious.  I want money.  And it's just so BORING to actually work for it, and the risk/reward ratio for pickpocketing little old ladies is too skewed toward the former.  Hence, this." He gestured at the truck again.  "Anyway, everyone fire." His henchmen opened fire again, the bullets bouncing off Kaylas' dense muscles in various directions, as Joker himself entered the trucks' passenger seat.  "Seriously?  You know that's not going to work." "Right.  But this will." He pulled a gas mask from the glove compartment and tossed a small, grenade-like device. "Well, shit." That was all Behemoth had time to say before it went off, releasing a cloud of tear gas.  Eyes watering with pain, she could still hear Joker shouting "Alright, Diamond, it's go time!  Full steam ahead!".  Then the roar of an engine significantly more powerful than should be on such a vehicle.  When the cloud cleared, the truck was gone.

As all of this was happening, a woman emerged from the locker room in the empty gym.  She had long, flowing black hair, reaching at least to her waist, was slightly above average in height, and wore some fairly generic looking gym clothes.  As she proceeded to the back door, her hair retracted back into her head until it only came down to just bwlow her shoulders, and her eyes turned green.  She grew taller, and more muscular.  Not to the inhuman extent that Kayla did, but, in fact, from her initial only slightly above-average size to Kaylas' normal, but still large and powerful, frame.  In act, she was becoming an exact duplicate of her, clothing aside.  She entered the backlot and picked up Kaylas' phone from the torn, discared remains of the clothes she'd been wearing, and accessed it, her fingerprint changing to match its' owner along with the rest of her.  She searched through the contacts, before putting it back down, taking great care to leave it in the exact position in which she found it, then returned to her initial form.  She then bulked up her legs, her pants growing to keep up, until her thighs were touching, then leapt over the wall and onto the street on the other side.  She called a contact on her own phone.  "Envy to Joker.  Phase one complete.  I repeat, phase one is successful.  What's your status?" "We're on our way back to the hideout.  But seriously, wasn't having us rob a bank as a distraction a bit... shall we say excessive?" "No.  Remember, no permanent harm is to come to Behemoth herself.". "I'm compelled to ask..." "I'm not paying you to question my motives."

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A few days later...
Envy had, in various disguises, been watching the house for the past few days.  So, one night, when everyone was asleep (Even after Kayla and Jacob spent several hours making love) she transformed from an owl to her default form with long black hair and a long, backless red dress, dropped from a tree across the street.  Walking up to the front door, she pressed one finger against the keyhole and began changing it.  Her finger flattened out, extended and changed shape until it fit the lock, at which point she opened the door and changed back.  Changing the color of her eyes, her skin and the part of her formed to look like a dress pitch-black, she crept upstairs.  As quickly as she dared and as quietly as she could, the supervillainess eased open the door of the master bedroom, where both parents were fast asleep.  Grabbing Kaylas' phone from her nightstand, Envy left as quietly as she came, crossing the street again before transforming into a replica of the phones' owner for the second time that week, and this time using it to make a call.  "Rachel?  If you're getting this, your father was in a car accident on the way home from work.  Please get home as quickly as you can."

The next morning, Jake was waking up, bleary-eyed and hung over, in his college dorm.    Yes, he really needed to cut back on the partying.  But on the other hand, it was college.  That was the whole point.  Reaching out with his powers and linking to his phone, he mentally checked his email and messages.  Nothing.  It was only then that he heard the shower a room over and remembered the cute girl he'd brought home last night.  Then the shower stopped.  A few minutes later the bathroom door opened.  The girl, slim and about five feet tall, with green eyes and black hair arranged into two long pigtails, walked out bereft of the lacey dress she'd had last night.  Or any other clothing for that matter.  "So," she said seductively, with a mischevious look in her eyes, "Ready for round two?" "Yeah." "Of course you are," she chuckled, gesturing at his crotch.  "But too bad." Her body was enveloped by a shifting blur, similar to a heat haze.  When it cleared, the girl had changed.  She had the same height and body type as before, but her eyes had turned brown, and her hair to a short, boyish orange.

USHMTF file:
Hyper criminal 51
Real name: Nora Thorn
Alias: Diamond
Affiliations/Relationships: The Deck (Member)  Hypercriminals 47 and 48 (Joker and Heart) (Daughter) Hypercriminals 49 and 50 (Spade and Club) (Sister)
Abilities: High-grade hyper agility, Mid-grade hyper speed, durability and strength, light manipulation

The last thing Jake saw before falling unconcious was a foot approaching his face.

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Rachel pulled into her parents' driveway, noting, unsurprised, that their car wasn't there.   She left her own car and walked up to the door.  She walked inside, finding nobody, before feeling something strike her in the back of the head.  She fell, and, just before passing out, saw her attacker looming over her, a boy about her own age with grey eyes, grey hair, and a sadistic grin.

USHMTF file:
Hyper criminal 50:
Real name: Marcus Thorn
Alias: Club
Affiliations/Relationships: The Deck (Member) Hypercriminals 47 and 48 (Joker and Heart) (Son) Hypercriminals 49 and 51 (Spade and Diamond) (Brother).
Abilities: Recessive Hyper gene.  Parents arranged for the implantation of high-grade cybernetic enhancements by Hypercriminal 23 (Doctor Supreme) to compensate.

Rachel regained conciousness in the back of a truck, hands and feet tied, and with her father and sister in the same predicament.  "Seriously?  She just walked in and-" "She's a fairly powerful psychic, I was off guard, and I don't exactly bring my armor with me to work.  And you're one to- Oh, Rachel!  You're awake!" "Yes.  Any idea what's going on or where we're going?" "No."

Kayla got home from work to find her daughters' car in the driveway, her husbands' car absent from the driveway, and the house itself empty.  With a mounting feeling of dread, she had almost finished dialing Rachels' number when she got a text alert from a number she didn't recognize.  The message began with a photo of her family all tied up, positioned in a square with their backs to each other in a dark room, illuminated only by a single hanging light. 
"You remember the place
-A special someone"

Not her again...

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 The place" was an abandoned indian reservation just west of Nevada.  It was a good-sized village of clay/mud structures, some of which had been upgraded with electricity and/or indoor plumbing when people still lived in them.  There was a strange mosaic covering the town square, depicting a massive wolf's' head with snakes connected, like a squid's' tentacles, to where it should have given way to the neck.  Kayla had no idea why, but that picture had given her the willies the first time she saw it, and over a decade later it still did.  But on both occasions, she had bigger fish to fry.  She was currently the biggest she'd ever been, with the highest buildings in the reservation  (Which were only three or four stories tall, but still) coming up to just under her chest, her muscles more than large enough to let her lift one of those buildings one-handed and her costume stretched dangerously close to the breaking point.  "Cindy Falner!" She boomed, her voice still feminine but much deeper and more powerful at this size, "You have thirty seconds to bring my family out here, before I start looking myself!"

Surprisingly enough, that worked.  A door on the far end of the village opened, and through it her husband and children were carried telekinetically by a young woman dressed like a punk rocker, a look of intense focus on her face

USHMTF File
Hyper Criminal 49
Real Name: Emma Thorn
Alias: Spade
Affiliations/Relationships: The Deck (Member) Hyper Criminals 47 and 48 (Joker and Heart) (Daughter) Hyper Criminals 50 and 51 (Club and Diamond) (Sister)
Abilities: High-grade psionic ability

The rest of the Deck were with her: Joker, Club, Diamond, and a raven-haired woman so morbidly obese she probably wouldn't have been able to walk (or get that fat to begin with) if she were normal.

USHMTF File
Hyper Criminal 48
Real Name: Sarah Thorn/Alden
Alias: Heart
Affiliations: The Deck (Member) Hyper Criminal 47/Joker (Wife) Hyper Criminals 49-51 (Spade, Club and Diamond) (Mother)
Abilities: High-grade hyper strength, mid-grade hyper agility, localized density/elasticity/tension manipulation.
Kayla faintly wondered somewhere in the back of her head how Joker had been able to conceive one child with a woman that size, let alone three, but before she could think on it overlong, they were followed out of the building by someone else.

USHMTF File
Hyper Criminal 86
Real Name: Cindy Falner
Alias: Envy
Abilities: Localized bodily structure manipulation
Affiliations: Hyper Criminal 13 (Wicked Witch) (Accomplice)


"So.  Cindy." There was enough venom in Kayla's' voice to quite probably kill a normal human, if any were close enough.  "Never really thought you'd stoop this low." "You're one to talk!" "EXCUSE me?!" "You abandoned me!  I thought we had something!" "And we did!  But sometimes-" "Excuse me, Mom?".  There was a long, awkward pause.  "Yes, Maia?" "Who is this, and what are you talking about?" "It's complicated." "I've been fucking KIDNAPPED over this.  The least you could do is explain what the fuck it is." "Jake, I keep telling you-" "Seriously?" interrupted literally everyone but Kayla. "You're concerned about my language at a time like this?" Jake continued, with a dark chuckle.  Another long, awkward pause.  "Point taken.  Okay, here goes.  I went to college on a government scholarship for superhumans.  Cindy here was my roommate.  I was still experimenting back then," Envy started pouting at that, "So for a couple years, we were... intimate." "You had a girlfriend?!" exclaimed all three of her children simultaneously. "Yes.  Anyway, the point is, eventually we started drifting apart.  She... didn't react well, got really clingy.  I got a restraining order after graduation.  That was also about when I met your father.  When you were a couple months old, Rachel, he was working late one night, and she stole his car, brought it all the way back to our house, and disguised herself as him.  She revealed herself after we'd gotten in bed together." "And you threw me out your bedroom window!" "Yes.  Anyway," Kayla went on, clearing her throat, "She... went into a downward spiral after that.  Turned to a life of crime.  We fought on and off for a couple years, until eventually your father and I tracked her here.  She'd fallen in with-" "With me."

Everyone turned towards the sound of the voice.  A woman emerged from the same building everyone else had, dressed in a black robe decorated with strange symbols painted in something red.  She wore an elaborate headdress of some kind, that looked almost spider like, with black, red and white feathers attached to a beehive shaped... thing that looked disturbingly fleshy.  Closer inspection of her face and the exposed lower arms revealed a shriveled, emaciated, bony look and teeth significantly longer than they should be, like a mummy.  Her eyes were pure, solid black, seeming to drink in the light instead of reflecting it, save burning red pinpricks in the dead center.  Her voice barely sounded human, instead bringing to mind rusty metal grating against wood (I don't actually know what that sounds like, but you get the picture).

USHMTF File
Hypercriminal 13
Real Name: Unknown
Alias: Wicked Witch
Abilities: High-grade mystical ability, sapient reanimated corpse
Affiliations: Hyper Criminal 86 (Envy)

"Well," the creature continued, turning Kayla's family's restraints to dust with a wave of her hand, "It's time.  Everyone ready to fight?". None of the other criminals really knew what was going on, but they weren't about to question someone like this.