Amelia was feeling slightly uncomfortable. Just slightly, you see. On the one hand, she just had had a great afternoon on the beach with her newly restored to sanity adopted sister. On the other hand, it had been a great afternoon in part because said sister had spent most of the time... flirting with her. Desperately flirting with her. Smiling, laughing, talking, looking, touching... She shivered. Small caresses.

This was supposed to be a thing of the past. All of the whole (not-quite) incest.

But while she herself had managed to rebuild herself from the non-entity she had become, her sister had fully succumbed to the mind-rape and now it was so deeply ingrained into her very being that there was no undoing it. She couldn't be too hard on her either, because any completely overt discouraging fell on the trap of being seen as outright rejections, and Victoria was still too fragile. She might be

Victoria wrapped herself even more around her arm, pressing it between full, bountiful, luscious breasts and continued innocently (from a certain point of view) chattering on about the birds they had seen. Amelia sighed.

Ironically, a couple of years ago this would have been paradise for her.

She opened the unlocked door to the house Victoria and Carol were staying at, along with her for the moment, and gently pried her sister off. She had given two steps inside the house when her eyes landed on an image that she had barely any words for.

"Dad... The fuck?"

Sitting on the couch, legs splayed open and fly unzipped, her murdering criminal of a father coughed awkwardly. And awkward it should be because her adoptive mother was butt-naked on his lap, back to the kids, hugging his neck. It also looked suspiciously like a certain dick was up a certain vagina but Amelia was not going to assume anything because she was still trying to reboot her brain.

(forget it, a certain pair of hips had rocked back and forth and now she had definite proof that coitus was ongoing)

"Amelia. This is not what it looks like." He said with a completely serious face, steadying hands on Carol's hips preventing her from moving (anymore).

"So you're not balls deep inside Brandish?" Amelia had long since mastered the art of the complete deadpan.

The Marquis of Brockton Bay kept his composure admirably. "Not quite that. You see, I had originally intended to come and punish Brandish here for her failures towards you." In his arms, Carol curled up and whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks. Somewhat awkwardly, her father brushed her hair with his fingers. It was almost tender. Carol buried her face in his neck. "And, hm, well, I didn't expect the lady to be so fragile. So... She sort of broke."

"You broke her."

"I highly suspect there were severe underlying issues" Amelia wasn't going to comment because parahumans (duh). "that contribute to her state. She became submissive and eager, even, to receive her punishment. She would also like to apologize to you."

Amelia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Dad..." She started in a warning tone.

But beside her, Victoria piped up. "She deserves it Amy." Amelia reflexively shot her a look and Victoria corrected herself immediately. "Amelia. For what she did to you." And her eyes were full of worship and righteousness.

"I... No, fuck this." Amelia threw her hands in the air. She had not just heard Victoria condone her mother's rape and submission, it was just the mind-rape talking. She had to get some air before she did something she regretted. "Just, just disengage and for God's sake get her some clothes." Because really, Carol was in a damn good shape for her age and tracing the beads of sweat running down her back with her eyes was not helping. At all.

But Brandish reacted to her words by pressing herself even more into her father and whimpering (very sexily, damn her). "Don't leave, please, don't, please."

Marquis raised an eyebrow and looked at his daughter in a way that clearly said, see, this is what I have to deal with. "I won't." He reassured the woman impaled on him. "You behaved very well." And he was already making motion with his hips that had her moaning quietly.

Victoria nudged her with her elbow and stage-whispered. "So... Want to join them?"

Hell. She was in Hell.

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Prologue

Brockton Bay, as far as I could tell, was a city on that careful precipice between 'decaying' and 'ruined', with very little room for improvement. It was also our only hope of hiding from those bastards in Colorado...I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?

Okay, let's start at the beginning...

My name is Valerie Lingstrom, and I'm a Parahuman, which means I have superpowers. Sounds great doesn't it? Not only that, my parents are a pair of superheroes as well. At least they are to me; they're actually Rogues, superhumans who use their powers in more mundane ways, rather than heroes and villains. But to me, they will always be heroes for what they do.

My Dad is a Tinker, known as Doctor Boost, and he's an actual Doctor as well. He never talks about how he got his powers, but he can make all sorts of drugs to make people smarter, tougher, stronger, the whole super-soldier deal, and he uses this to help at the hospital in my home-town, mostly to help with physical therapy or treat mental disorders.

My mom is what the PRT calls a Brute, and she doesn't know how she got her powers, because apparently all she remembers is waking up on a beach with a weird tattoo and the ability to transform her body, which had a tail, into a hulking twelve-foot-tall demonic monster-form. It's great for Halloween, and she found work with the police. No-one wants to mess around with the beat cop who can turn into something that puts the fear of God into you, that's for sure. She never took on a name, just used the one people called her; Hellborn.

Well, as the daughter of two parahumans, I had heard that I could gain powers too, and I thought I would get them in some kinda freaky lab accident or exposure to cosmic rays.

Turns out getting powers involves the worst day of your life, and even now I regret causing my Dad so much pain.

I was going out with two of my best friends, Allison and Jennifer, to a friend's birthday party at a local club. The party had lasted until late, and to make matters worse we missed our bus back. Well, we did something stupid and tried to take a shortcut to get to a place where we could call my Dad to come pick us up. Down a dark side-street. My home-town doesn't have that much of a gang problem, the local vigilante team and the 'demon cop' ensures that only the local villains cause any real trouble and they know better than to kill people. Well, turns out a gang had moved in, and they jumped us.

It was bad. Eight guys, not local, grabbed us and forced use to the ground. We weren't stupid, we screamed, we called for help, but one of them had a roll of tape and gagged us. And then...one of them undid his pants and we knew what was coming. The fuckers, I felt my teeth clench at the memory, were going to rape us, probably kill us as well, and we couldn't do anything to stop them. They made sure we could see each other, even grab each other's hands if need be.

Fuckers wanted us to try and comfort each other as they fucked us to death, they wanted us to suffer by watching each other get raped. And it was working too, because I was the first and I saw my best friend's eyes widen right as I felt his penis go inside me.

It wasn't gentle, I remember him punching into me like hammer, before rapidly slamming his cock inside me. I grabbed my friend's hand, and then...

I don't know what happened, but I think I blacked out from the pain, because the next thing I remember I wake up to find them working on my friends, the other guy apparently having finished with me. And I somehow knew how to...do something, I didn't know what, but I knew I had to grab their hands.

So I grabbed their hands, clutching them tightly and instantly I felt a rush of...I guess the closest feeling would be something like an electric shock but warm and pleasant? Whatever it was, it felt good, really good, like get me wet and horny good. All I knew is that I felt good and if we were going to die, I wanted the others to feel good as well. So I gathered up the not-electric feeling and then pushed it out of me, through my hands, and into my friends.

I was only able to watch one of them, but it was enough as I saw Allison's eyes snap open and dilate as she started breathing harder while the fucker on top of her kept thrusting, when she suddenly moaned through the tape over her mouth and before my eyes I saw her start to grow.

You ever seen muscles rapidly grow? I have, the first time I saw my mom transform, and it was the same watching Allison as she started to squirm, likely from the same feeling that was getting me increasingly wetter and wetter as the fuckers holding us down kept going, but I didn't care, I was watching Allison's arm, and more specifically her bicep as it started to swell under her skin and in seconds the rest of the muscles in her arm, and I instinctively knew the rest of her body, had become visibly defined as Allison's once pleasantly chubby frame now became visibly athletic but our captors didn't notice.

But we noticed, and Allison gave me a look, telling me to keep doing whatever I was doing, and a quick glance at Jennifer showed the same sentiment. So I gathered the power, as much as I felt I could handle, until it felt like I was starting to physically hurt and pushed it out into the two girls next to me, and all three of us shuddered from orgasms that were definitely not from our current rapists.

The effect was instantaneous as I shifted my glance to Jennifer as she moaned loudly and her back arched as the power, because that's what it had to be, a power and not just that but my power, flowed into her and her skin shifted before she giggled under her own tape.

"What the fuck?" That was the first real speech I had heard from those bastards, and I smiled as best I could under the tape as she flexed her arm and her bicep went from 'athletic' to 'body builder' and then kept growing, the inflating muscles visibly shifting as Jennifer's other arm began to rise, resisting the grip of her captor as the other thugs glanced at each other and slowly backed off, when I heard a wet rippling sound.

I turned my head just in time to see Allison, her eyes lit up with fury, tear her hand free and punch the guy on top of her. My eyes widened as her small fist hit him full on the face with an audible *krunch* and he flew backwards to smash into the wall of a building, cracking the wall and his skull if the blood was any sign, before a second *krunch* prompted me to turn just in time to see Jennifer, her clothes now visibly tighter on her, send her captor flying.

The one on top of me looked down at me, and I meaningfully indicated Allison and Jennifer. He didn't have time to say anything other than an "Oh shit," before Jennifer's leg slammed into his face and with a sickening *crak!* his head rolled back limply and his corpse fell backwards as I let go of my friends to scramble backwards, breathing heavily.

"Holy shit," Allison muttered and I saw her checking out her changed body. She was bigger now, her clothes now incredibly tight, and I blinked at the realisation that not only were her muscles bigger, probably close to a professional body builder, but her breasts were larger as well! I knew Allison wasn't that large, maybe a B-cup, but now her shirt was bring stretched by a pair of large D-Cups and as she turned, I saw her erect nipples poking into the shirt, and was she taller now?

"Yeah..." I turned to see Jennifer, and her change was less than Allison's, mostly because I had changed Allison first with that first burst of power. I carefully studied her and made some quick notes; Jennifer like Allison was indeed taller than she had been before, maybe a few inches to the foot I had roughly calculated for Allison. Her own muscles had swollen from my power as well, and I could see her shifting and trying to get used to the increased bulk on her body.

But like Allison, Jennifer was smiling, and she looked down at me, before frowning, "Huh, you didn't change Val?"

I gathered some power and tried to push it into myself, when my body suddenly felt as if I had scalded myself on a hot stove and I stopped my attempt, breathing harshly as I stood up and shook my head, keeping silent as I tried to absorb what was going on.

First off, I was a parahuman. And now I knew why Dad never liked to talk about how he got his powers.

Secondly, my power was, so far, the ability to make people bigger and stronger. That...was pretty cool, I never really liked getting into fights, so helping other people by making them stronger and thus able to beat down a villain or criminal faster would be pretty useful.

Thirdly, Jennifer just killed someone and wasn't reacting. I couldn't stop myself from saying, "You...you killed him."

Jennifer shrugged, "Yeah. So what?" The other thugs looked at each as Jennifer approached me, "They were going to kill us, so why not kill them?" I was confused, Jennifer was a sweet and kind-hearted person, she never liked hurting people! Was it the situation? Was it the rape?

Was it my powers? I was about to say something else when one of the remaining five pulled out a knife and charged with a cry. I turned and reached out to grab Allison, "Watch out!" My powers, still new and unpractised, gathered more of that strange feeling, and I felt it slam into Allison the moment I touched her. She shuddered, groaned and then grew before my wide eyes.

It wasn't some kind of gentle expansion or rapid inflation, I saw Allison's muscles explode outwards in rapid, pulsing bulges with every breath she took, her arms flexing to display biceps that were now steadily and rapidly reaching sizes that I had only seen on steroid abusers, her calves swelling outwards to cause thin tears in her socks while her sneakers shifted before popping as Allison shifted her stance. Her thighs flexed and showed off every muscle in them as they bulged outwards, and my eyes were drawn to her ass as it toned and firmed, the shifting muscles in Allison's back pulling my gaze upwards.

And upwards, my mind dimly alerting me to the fact that in those seconds Allison had shot up to be nearly six feet tall and likely reaching seven as her muscles continued to expand in powerful pulses that matched her harsh breathing and guttural moans before a full-body shiver told me she had just orgasmed as with a slow, deliberate flex, she brought her arms up as the charging thug tried to skid to a halt.