Danny nodded, "I'm not blind Taylor, I've watched you grow up and you've become an incredibly beautiful young woman, and this was a problem your mother faced." Taylor blinked again and Danny took that as a signal to continue, "Oh yeah, your mother would always talk about how she was harassed by some woman or another because of her figure."

Taylor's eyes were wide, but it wasn't due to what Danny was saying, it was what he was implying.

'Oh shit...I forgot about what the changes might do about Mom!' In her haste, Taylor had forgotten that any retroactive changes might also affect people who were dead. What did her Mom look like now? Taylor quickly decided to take a look at one of the family photos to check that nothing too drastic had occurred.

"And it's going to be the same with you, Taylor. Don't let them use your body against you," Danny continued, unknowing of Taylor's internal panic, "Your mother wasn't someone who took any attempts at 'slut-shaming' to heart, and I don't think you should either. It's not your problem if you're always going to be bigger than those other girls, it's theirs and they're just trying to find a way to feel better about themselves by picking on you."

"You noticed I'm bigger than other girls my age?" Taylor asked, half out of genuine curiosity, half out of continued nerves about how well the normalization had affected her only family.

To her surprise and concealed relief, Danny gave her an amused smile, "Kiddo, I ain't blind. Any father can tell his daughter's body had changed when she needs custom-made bras and larger pants to cover her hips." He laughed when Taylor stuck her tongue out at him, before getting out of his chair when the phone started to ring, "I'll get that, it's probably Winslow." Taylor winced before Danny walked over and mussed her hair, "Don't worry, it'll be fine. How about you set the table for dinner? Kurt and Lacey are coming over as well so try not to walk around with your pants too low or your shirt too high."

"Okay Dad." Taylor replied before getting up to start grabbing plates, idly noting the way she would shift her body to prevent her huge breasts from knocking things over, when some of Danny's words registered and her eyes widened, "No fucking way...did he just imply what I think he did?" Glancing back at the hallway revealed Danny busy talking calmly with someone over the phone so she quickly got back to setting the table.

'Did my Dad just imply I go around nearly naked inside the house? Shit, I think I might need to use that Rewrite power to read his mind and memories so I don't mess anything up. But first...' Quickly setting down the last of the cutlery, Taylor walked over to where the family pictures were laid out and found her favourite photo that showed Mom, before the accident.

Her eyes widened at the sight of her mother. Her own memory showed a woman who quite slender and small-chested while still quite pretty, but the voluptuous beauty hugging her Dad was not the woman from Taylor's memories. But even with the larger chest and wider hips, Taylor was glad that it was her Mom staring back in the photo and not a complete stranger.

'One way to justify this being inherited. Use a dead person. Morbid...but I can't fault this for happening, I couldn't have exploded into tits and ass overnight without a reason. Hmm...' Taylor quickly found some of the photos that showed her off and while her earliest childhood photos were the same beyond her mother's new figure, it was the photos when she was only a few years younger that showed off a pre-teen to teenage girl who visibly taller and bustier than other kids.

But apart from that, there were no really jarring changes shown in the photos, so why had her Dad said that earlier?

"Well until I get some assurances that this isn't going to happen again, I'd rather take my chances with keeping her out of school, even if it means getting my daughter to pass the GED testing instead!" Hanging up the phone with a angry sigh, Danny turned around to find Taylor looking at him, "Well, that was Winslow, apparently more concerned with you skipping than about the pile of garbage that was in your locker."

Taylor nodded before she bit her lip, looking nervous, which Danny easily caught, "Taylor? Something wro-"

The moment Taylor met his eyes, she immediately used her power, diving into her father's memories while he hopefully was placed in a state of mental suspension as she searched for the reason to his earlier words about her clothing.

As it turned out, whatever retroactive effects were used to justify her new body, instincts and lusts, it also affected Taylor's mother to a small degree, but just enough that little Taylor Hebert picked up the habit of walking around the house in the same near-lack of clothing as her mother; a habit that continued to the present as Taylor viewed brief memories of typical scenes where she walked around without any underwear while wearing shirts and pants that barely fit or skirts that were way too short for her now.

And this counted as casual wear around the house apparently, and from the way her Dad's memory barely registered anything more than a casual dismissal when she bent over while wearing an incredibly short skirt without any underwear, it was normal. Withdrawing from her Dad's mind, Taylor collected herself while Danny simply continued speaking as if nothing happened, "-ng kiddo? You've been staring for a bit."

Taylor shook her head, "It's nothing Dad, just trying to remember how long since Kurt and Lacey came over to visit." She smiled, "It feels like forever." She stretched, keeping the grin to suppress any reaction to the sensations of her nipples hardening and lengthening from the stimulation, before she dropped her arms and spared a glance at the small tents her nipples were creating under her shirt.

"Been about a year or two." Danny mused, "Anyway, I'll get started on dinner. You just relax and watch some TV, they'll be here in about an hour or so." Nodding, Taylor went to the living room and turned on the TV, channel hopping until she found a local talking heads show. And they were talking about the gangs again.

"-not possibly be saying that the gangs in Brockton Bay are better funded than the PRT and Protectorate?"

"That is exactly what I'm saying. Without the need to follow any kind of morality but their own, and with the territory they oversee, the gangs can basically act as micro-nations within the city, answerable to no-one but their leaders. And with the illegal activities they run, you can bet that millions in dollars are at their disposal for the best black-market gear that money can buy."

Taylor tuned out the rest as she considered the letter in her room and what Thorn had told her. Nothing had been specified about the legality of how she acquired the money, only that she acquired it. Taylor had an inkling that the price tag was some kind of motivator to use the powers and a test on how willing the buyer would be to actually put those powers to work for them.

'Still,' Taylor mused as she changed channels and started watching cartoons, 'I can't be gung-ho about this. Weapon Creation is just there for my self-defense while Copying and Modification are to help expand my library. And I can't just push out some drones without a plan, or costumes to give them.' Taylor smiled at the thought of naked super-heroics but that was just silly and certainly not something she'd get into.

Idly, she rubbed her mid-riff considering how to best use the Creation power while Danny was busy cooking, before an idea came to Taylor, 'I could create an item/weapon making cape, maybe with the Inventor power as well to play them up as a Tinker? I'd probably only need the one to start, which should be enough to equip a team of capes to hit the gangs. Tempting to hit the Merchants first, but I can afford to be a bit daring, can't I? Its not like they're real...'

Taylor frowned, 'Gonna have to be really careful about that. It'll be one thing to consider the capes I make as expendable, but it would be very easy to view other people and capes as expendable as well. I can't make that mistake, otherwise bad things could happen...no, they will happen.'

Firming her determination not to fall into that trap, Taylor continued to consider her options when the doorbell rang. Hopping to her feet, Taylor headed to the front door, "I've got it!" Ignoring the confirmation call from her Dad, Taylor opened the door. Standing in front of her was a pair of people she practically considered family, "Kurt! Lacey! Come in!"

"Taylor!" Kurt gave her a brief hug that Taylor returned, even if she did fail to avoid hugging Kurt just in the right place to push her voluptuous chest against his, before she moved on to hug Lacey as Kurt continued speaking, "Damn, it has been way too long, and look at you! You're practically the spitting image of Ann!"

Taylor didn't stop the sunny smile that was now on her face as she turned her head, "Aw, you're going to embarass me Kurt."

Lacey's greeting was quieter but no less warmer, "How are you Taylor? Everything going okay?" Her eyes swept down to her shirt and her erect nipples, "Still having sensitivity issues?"

Taylor shook her head with a small blush, "No. I mean, they're still pretty sensitive and I guess they always will be, but I'm okay. As for the rest..." Taylor's smile became a touch grimmer, "It's going all right."

Lacey's gaze was sympathetic, "They're still going at it? Why on earth would they keep picking on a beautiful girl like you?" Her eyes went down to Taylor's chest, "Well, apart from the obvious."

Taylor couldn't help but giggle at that, "I think it's all because of the obvious." Her gaze shifted as she regarded her breasts, "Sometimes I wonder if these are more trouble than they're worth."

"Now don't say something like that Taylor," Lacey chided as they entered the living room while Kurt and Danny conversed in the kitchen, "I know it's tough, but your mother went through the same thing, maybe even worse, and she didn't choose to let any of that affect her, and frankly neither should you."

Taylor smiled, before hugging Lacey and this time managing to avoid making the embrace seem sexual, "Thanks, I kinda needed that."

"Anytime," Lacey replied before she glanced back at the kitchen, "Maybe we should go see what the menfolk are doing and make sure they don't destroy the kitchen."

Taylor giggled as she nodded and followed.

Several hours later, Taylor was lying shirtless on her bed with her Control power active and watching as Danny finally went to sleep. The dinner had been fun, and it was a good pick-me-up after the events of the morning. But now, without the need for sleep herself, Taylor waited until her dad was well and truly sleeping before she undid the buttons and unzipped her jeans before lifting her legs so she could carefully shimmy her hips out from them.

Once the denim came free from her hips, Taylor quickly pulled them off her legs before running a hand along one smooth, muscular limb with a smile before she smoothly spread them, closed her eyes, and activated the Creation power.

The pamphlet had stated that the power would create a mental interface, and that the appearance and usage was based entirely on the user of the power and was always going to be one of a kind. For Taylor, that interface was one that looked similar to the few times she had been in her dad's office when visiting his work with her mom.

'Well, it does make a little sense.' Taylor mused as she mentally regarded a shapeless, misty form, 'And this must be how I preview what my new hero looks like. Okay, first things first. Someone to make costumes and equipment. Tinker backup basically.'

And with that, Taylor began working on the details of her first artificial hero, crafting a woman with red hair and dark eyes and a full figure but wasn't as over-stated as Taylor's. In fact, the teenage girl decided that the best thing to do was to keep the proportions as realistic as possible to help her new heroes blend in; there was no need for anyone to have massive breasts or unrealistically large cocks, not for any public cape work.

The physical form complete, Taylor added the necessary weapon and item creation powers along with an invention power that would let her tap the drone to create her own Tinkertech, tech that could possibly be much easier to maintain and mass-produce. And with that, her first cape was complete.

Opening her eyes and stealing a glance at her bedside clock, Taylor felt her eyebrows rise at seeing that barely a minute had passed while she was configuring her new cape. After a moment's consideration, Taylor closed her eyes and made an identical twin, only this cape would have healing and body-modification powers to help disguise any of her capes or perhaps disguise Taylor; all the while she studiously ignored the tempting thoughts of what she could use the cape to do with Emma, Sophia and Madison.

Opening her eyes again, Taylor looked down past her breasts to her flat, trim stomach and inhaled deeply, "Hopes this works." And with that, she triggered the power to begin creating her new capes.

Her first thought as she immediately clamped her hands over her mouth with her eyes wide open in shock was, 'This is not a slight electric sensation!'

Her second thought, as she felt a hard lump appear before she watched said lump begin to swell was, 'YES!'

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Part 5: Planned Parenthood

The sensation of something growing rapidly inside her was simultaneously the scariest and most exhilarating feeling Taylor had ever experienced as she muffled another moan while watching her abdomen rapidly swell before her eyes. Already her power had linked her mind to the two drones growing inside her womb and Taylor was enjoying the sensations that were being fed to her.

Her pussy was dripping with every passing second of watching her womb inflate and Taylor was rapidly understanding just what Thorn had meant; even as her rapid gestation was nearing the end, the teenage girl was feeling a craving for a large, hard cock to be slammed into her pussy as she grew, before it spasmed in a forceful orgasm and she muffled another, louder moan.

'Oh shit, I'm going to go nuts from this!' Taylor thought as one of her hands snaked down to tease her clit while her other hand kept her mouth covered as she moaned into it, feeling her pussy gush with a squirting orgasm as her belly reached the final stages of her self-induced pregnancy. Just then, she felt the drones begin to shift and just before she could wonder why, Taylor felt a sharp pop and another gush of fluid.