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Invasion of the Girl Growers 2
🕑 Added 2025-10-29 15:53:15 +0000 UTCWritten by HikerAngel
Commissioned by The First One
This is a sequel to this story!
It had admittedly taken Thaddeus Shoals, formerly the superhero known as The Satellite, a little while to adapt to his new life. Every morning since the Dimorphi’s conquest over Earth, he would wake up in a sea of blankets, lovingly cuddled by his wife, Betty, like a stuffed animal. Being a monolith of muscle five times his height, she needed a bed that could fit a woman of her size. Still, he felt like a baby kitten on a California King sized bed.
But when he woke up today, there was no wife or bed to be found. What he had just grown accustomed to had been once again ripped out of his hands.
The room he now found himself in would’ve been cold and hostile to a mortal—but even a planet buster like him could withstand such mild inconveniences. No, what truly frightened him about this place was the woman awaiting him once his consciousness returned.
A finger with the circumference of a fire extinguisher pinned Thaddeus to the bed as soon as he attempted to sit up.
“Ah ah, you’ll move when I tell you to move, understand?” It was a voice Thaddeus hadn’t heard in years, but he recalled it like it was yesterday.
Bianca Bordeaux, bankroller of the Villain’s Coterie, and rich bitch extraordinaire (by her own admission) was standing before—or more accurately above—the former most powerful superhero on the planet. Before the Dimorphi, she was a pretty face with political and economic power, one that took Thaddeus many decades to finally take down and put behind bars.
Now that the Dimorphi had made it illegal to imprison a woman for any reason, Bianca was allowed to walk free. Not only that, but because all women on earth were required to undergo mandatory DNA enhancements to put them on par with their alien liberators, Bianca had evolved from a mere mortal with only her ruthless cunning attitude as an edge to an absolute monolith of feminine perfection. Her once lithe form had blossomed into cobbled musculature, with only her head remaining as a reminder of who she once was. Her blonde tresses were still coiled up into the same bun on the back of her head, only thicker, threatening to free itself as its own threadlike strands were rather rambunctious now that they too had been imbued with goddesslike prowess. Thaddeus’ face was then greeted with a rushing torrent of air as Bianca took a second to flex her impossibly beefy left arm, her bulging bicep exploding with sinuous mass.
She was completely nude, as was any woman these days, but still kept her iconic blue diamond earrings in as a keepsake for the life she once lived, one she was more than happy to harken back to even after earthly possessions had been devalued in society.
“Now, where were we last?” Bianca asked, playing dumb as she tapped a finger to her lip. “Oh yes, I believe it was me declaring that ‘you hadn’t seen the last of me’ and you ensuring that you had. Funny how life works, hmm?”
“B-Bianca!?” Thaddeus sputtered with fear—an emotion he had become quite familiar with over the past few months, but only now had it been truly justified. “What are you doing!? Why am I here!?”
“Oh, I’m sure you can piece it together, I did once consider you to be my intellectual equal.”
“Is this revenge for me putting you in prison? Because what you did was a crime and I’ll never apologize for that!”
“Oh, it’s not just me who desires vengeance, my little rival. You’ve had a long career of putting women behind bars, in case you forgot.~”
Thaddeus’ eyes widened as other familiar faces stepped out of the shadows—and their faces truly were the only things familiar about them. Each had been enhanced to match Bianca’s own prowess, every woman massive enough to serve as statues to their own greatness.
First was Fortissima, a formerly spindly speedster who prioritized cheap shots and fleeing whenever a situation was inevitably flipped into Thaddeus’ favor. Now, she could erase her nemesis off of the face of the earth with a single flick of her finger. Of course, she wasn’t about to give her prey the satisfaction of death.
Next to her stood a face Thaddeus was honestly hoping he’d never need to see again. Ms. Butcher once possessed a mastery of every weapon, a photographic memory, and the skin toughness to make that knowledge seriously deadly. The only thing that had held her back at the time was her age, as even a woman with a mystical attachment to a higher power could only use said power to prolong her life for so long. At the ripe age of 300, she had been slower on the draw, and eventually Thaddeus had been able to whittle her down and put her behind bars, hoping that her withering body would finish the job. Now, thanks to the Dimorphi, she didn’t look a day over 30. Her wrinkles and sags had completely vanished, with only a single streak of gray travelling down to the nape of her neck. A refined sign of her experience, with all the muscle and size she could ever dream of.
The final girl, a brunette, was admittedly not one Thaddeus recognized beyond a vague familiarity now that he had a good look at her. “Um, and you are…?”
She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “The name’s Joyce. I was a girl you arrested for shoplifting a few years ago. I’m not even a supervillain or anything. I just don’t like that your response to petty misdemeanors committed by hungry, downtrodden individuals was to throw them in prison.”
Looks like bygones weren’t about to be bygones.
“W-what are you all going to do to me?”
Fortissima was happy to answer his question first, ever the speedster. He was in her grasp before his advanced senses could even realize, her speed blitzing past all meaningful measurements. She gripped him like a stress toy, his entire body enveloped in her massive grasp.
“Whaddya think happened to us when we were in prison, hmm?” she asked, her thick Brooklyn accent terrorizing his ears with its volume and proximity. “You think we were treated fairly by summa those superpowered guards? For such a smart, righteous hero, you certainly didn’t care about the fact we was in an all-female prison with a predominantly male force of armed guards.”
She toyed with the tiny hero as she recounted his sins, gripping him by the arms and legs, applying the faintest of extra force to a tug. Thaddeus groaned in pain as he felt his entire body threaten to snap in two, but of course, Fortissima was merely giving him a taste of what prison was like.
“Yes, and we already tracked down those other bastards who made our lives a living hell, you’re all that’s left,” Joyce added, punctuating her declaration with a flick to Thaddeus’ exposed head. His neck jolted back violently on impact, his healing factor working overtime to keep him alive from physical exertions that wouldn’t have killed a fly if this were a few months ago.
Fortissima dropped her “rival” on the ground, giving Thaddeus no warning with which to break his fall. In his entire career, even the toughest of surfaces had crumbled beneath his might like anthills, but even the room he had found himself in was as indestructible as the women sharing it with him. Pain exploded throughout the left side of his body as it collided with the floor, ears ringing for the first time in his life. But even through the high-pitched whine dominating his hearing, his eardrums still detected the cruel, haunting laugh of Bianca Bordeaux.
“What’s wrong, Satellite? Finding these cell walls a bit too rough and cold for your body?” she taunted haughtily, uttering his old superhero name as if it were now a slur. “Perhaps I ought to inform you that I had these bricks custom made using my hair as a wire mesh. I think you’ll find them quite unbreakable, unlike you.”
To emphasize her point, Bianca lifted up her massive left foot and dangled it over Thaddeus’ supine body, threatening to drop it at any time. “But as my alleged intellectual equal, I’m curious what you think: which will give first? The ground beneath you, or your own body?”
Eager to test her theory, Bianca began to lower her foot slowly, deliberately—like a hydraulic press, only more powerful by a degree of trillions.
Unable to make a quick escape with his injured form, Thaddeus desperately attempted to delay his fate, pressing his smaller hands against the bottom of Bianca’s foot. Like Atlus holding up the sky, only a relatively heavier burden for the former superhero to bear.
He felt every muscle in his body slowly turn to fire, as if every part of his internal anatomy was melting into an overheating sludge that could once generously be called bones, muscles and organs. Bianca pushed her foot down another inch. Sweat was already drenching every crevice of Thaddeus’ body and he had never perspirated prior to this moment. Another inch. Thaddeus wanted to scream, but no words came out. He could barely breathe. Another inch. The hero’s wobbly arms, which somehow had not shattered like glass from the supernova’s worth of force Bianca was pressing onto him with just a simple step, began to give. Another inch. Thaddeus’ vision began to fade, but he didn’t need to worry about seeing anything, as the perfect flesh of Bianca’s middle toe was already pressing against his face.
One more inch, and Thaddeus’ body would be paste. Another after that, it would be lucky if the forensics team could recognize what pose he was last in from what remained of the stain on the floor. He braced for death, but it didn’t come. Bianca wouldn’t let him be so fortunate.
A resounding cackle echoed throughout the room from the once-reserved blonde billionaire. “Oh Satellite, there was once a time that I considered you a worthy foe, a thinker on par with my own intellect, only blinded by your love of humanity. But now that I have the womanly prowess to invade the last barrier between us and read your panicked thoughts, I must say, I’m disappointed in you. Your last thoughts weren’t some grand plan, just panic. Have you really given up so easily? Maybe death is too kind of a fate for you.”
The voice of resistance wasn’t from Thaddeus, but from Joyce, trepidation in her voice as she found herself unable to look any of her fellow monolithic allies in the eyes. “Um, how much are we actually going to torture him? I’m… beginning to feel like we’re going a bit overboard here.”
In an instant, Bianca was before Joyce, her sneering face inches away from the former petty thief’s. “Is that so? Maybe you’ve had your fun with that little flick, but many of us aren’t settling for Hammurabi’s code.” Her voice was soft, yet haunting. Her powerful breath—strong enough to topple buildings—only tickled Joyce’s face as it excited her into submission. “We’re women. The universe dictated that we are powerful, and we deserve to live out our lives as we please. Besides, Ms. Butcher still has not gotten a single lick in. That would be very unfair to her, wouldn’t it?”
Bianca smiled as she noticed a blush forming on Joyce’s face. The blonde considered her alluring good looks to be one of the skills she had harnessed over the years, but with her new body, it was just a talent at this point.
Ms. Butcher, meanwhile, silently prepared several devices of cruel and unusual torture. She whistled a cheerful tune at the prospect, she would still get a chance to have her way with the man she had been obsessing over in prison for decades.
~
“Mom? What’s going on? I can hear your rampage from halfway across the galaxy!”
“Yeah, mom, we were, like, totally chill until then. What gives?”
Natalie and Nicole appeared before their mother, but canned the attitude as soon as they caught a look at her solemn face.
“Your father. He’s missing. I’ve been looking around for him all day, but he hasn’t been answering my calls or texts or anything! I can’t remember the last time he was out of earshot of me!”
“Uh oh, that is concerning.” Natalie admitted.
“Did you check the black hole in the wastebasket?” Nicole asked. “I know we’re immune to it, but once I saw dad frozen in the event horizon.”
“Yes, I checked there too. I believe we might need to call in the big guns!” Betty admitted, cheekily smiling at her own pun as she pulled both her arms over her head into a powerful flex.
Both of the twins’ mouths exploded into big, toothy grins, brimming with excitement. Natalie and Nicole would never admit it, but they were hoping something like this would happen. Who knew going from the bottom of the food chain to the top in a day would leave them feeling unfulfilled within months? Terraforming Pluto could wait. Their father had saved them so many times before, now it was time for the rest of the family to return the favor.
~
The Satellite always got up. Thaddeus had believed that motto for all of his life. He had to be a beacon of hope for goodness and hope in the world, for all the people who couldn’t defend themselves from injustice and tyranny. But as he lay prone on the floor, hollow breathing striking his ears every few seconds, he nearly considered giving up. For the past fifteen minutes, Ms. Butcher had made his existence a living hell, all the while Bianca, Fortissima and Joyce watched on with a voyeuristic pleasure to it all.
Bordeaux had the other two women completely wrapped around her finger, the three of them giggling amongst themselves and caressing each other. Then, like a deer hearing a snapped twig in the forest, Bianca’s head shot up at attention, complimented with a sharp inhale.
“Someone’s coming,” she announced ominously, prompting the other wide-reaching women to focus up and listen in. Fortissima blinked out of existence briefly—at least, the others presumed she did, given a slight stutter in her positioning and a vastly different expression on her face.
“It’s her. No doubt ‘bout it. Sh-she sniffed us down. I don’t know hows, but she’s really close to our fuckin’ location.”
Bianca’s voice matched the intensity of her expression. “Were you spotted?”
The speedster shook her head. “No, I don’t believe I was. I moved so fast, faster than time itself. there’s no way she could’ve seen me.”
The big buxom bleached blonde scooped up the tiny Thaddeus, rubbing a massive thumb through his messy hair as she contemplated her group’s next move. “Hmm, if what you’ve told me is true, then we still have the advantage in this scenario. She doesn’t know who or where her opponents are.”
All of the women wordlessly agreed to a pre-established plan B, fleeing the scene with Thaddeus in their inescapable grasp. Were it not for his perceptive eyes, he might not have noticed the change in scenery from what he was expecting. Harsh, barren blue terrain and a view of the stars clued the former supe into a frightening detail—he was nowhere near Earth. He wasn’t even in the same galaxy. Even with the ability to sustain himself through long-distance space travel, Thaddeus had never ventured this far out from his Earthen home.
And yet, if the nebulous “she” was anything to go off of, he was in good hands regardless.
The four women, once confident bastions of well-cobbled power, were now visibly shaken upon arriving in their new, secure location. Even Bianca—a woman who never showed fear, even when she was a mere mortal making enemies with the strongest hero on the planet—allowed a single droplet of sweat to trail down her face from the top of her head to the bottom of her chin.
“For now, we’re safe. That’s all that matters, right?” Joyce asked.
But they were not safe. Their escape had only delayed the inevitable, an inevitable which saw the entire mountainside they were hiding within blown to smithereens. When the smoke cleared, only a single presence remained on the terraformed landscape.
It was a sight that brought fear into every single one of the villainous women.
It was Thaddeus’ wife.
“Oh my, you no-good bullies! Leave my husband alone! He was a hero of his time! Let him retire in peace!” Betty exclaimed, allowing a bit of her Mrs. Care methods of negotiation to slip through.
“Yeah!” Spoke the two human echoes that were his daughters in unison, arriving on either side of their mother with their hands on their similarly-sized nude hips, ready to deliver swift justice.
Admittedly, while he wasn’t complaining, Thaddeus wasn’t sure why the sight of his wife and daughters brought pause to the villainous women. Sure, Betty was an absolute beefcake of feminine muscle, but she appeared to be no more built or sized than any of the other women on the scene. Bianca was cunning and ruthless, Ms. Butcher knew 500 different methods of torture and could make anything a weapon, Fortissima could move faster than time could perceive her, and Joyce… was also there. If anything, she turned the fight from an even 3v3 into another advantage for the villains. And yet, despite all of these advantages, Betty was still feared. Healing was the only unique power she had to her name—how would that give her such a feared tactical advantage in this scenario?
Ms. Butcher seemed to push past her stunned fear, ever the efficient killer, rushing in to attack with a powerful strike from a deadly cleaver. At least, proportional to her, the truck-sized piece of sheet metal attached to a tree truck appeared comparable to said blade. Though he wasn’t the one in danger, Thaddeus flinched, bracing for impact. Betty didn’t flinch at all, even with the knife carving up her torso like a pumpkin.
However, once Ms. Butcher rescinded her blade-wielding hand to observe her work, a disturbing sight was all that remained—more specifically, the lack of a disturbing sight. Betty’s bountiful breasts and toned tummy were as untouched as a fresh snowfall.
But the living legend of a weaponsmaster wasn’t about to give up just yet. She summoned another blade in her opposite hand, doubling her efforts in dealing a fatal blow to the motherly monolith before her. She was striking with enough force to erase the solar system they were fighting within, and yet Butcher’s blows seemed to vanish into the void alongside any other equal and opposite reaction that Newtonian physics should have required. It was as if her strikes were just phasing through the mother’s skin, regardless of how tangible it appeared.
Growing angrier at her lackey's ineffectual attack, Bianca joined the fray, flanking to the left of Betty and unleashing a powerful barrage of punches onto the former healing hero’s skin. Ever the followers, Fortissima and Joyce followed soon afterwards, with Betty surrounded on all sides, though she appeared no less confident and collected even with four women matching her power level wailing on her.
Having never been in a proper scrap before, Betty’s two daughters didn’t do much to assist their mother, but they didn’t need to. Betty didn’t seem phased by all the attacks in the slightest. If anything, the constant, unrelenting strikes only tuckered out her assailants, all of which were easily restrained by Natalie and Nicole once they became tired enough to falter.
“Impossible…” Ms. Butcher spoke. She was a reserved woman of few words, but the absurdity of her attacks having no effect had stunned her into speech. “I knew you were feared, but not to this extent.”
“Yeah… What the hell is… going on?” Joyce asked in between heavy breaths. “It’s like… I felt my fists connecting with her body… but everything else that was supposed to happen afterwards… just… didn’t…”
Bianca too was tired, having succumbed to blind range at the thought of Thaddeus being freed. Only then did she realize just how truly hopeless the situation was, unable to budge from his own daughter’s grasp as Natalie continued the family legacy with pride. Even with Bianca in the know, Betty was kind enough to explain it to her opponents who were still unaware, which also included her husband.
“You see dears, my healing ability is so strong now that I can literally fix myself and everything around me faster than anything in the entire multiverse could hurt me. I even fixed up my sense of smell so I could track my husband from millions of lightyears away!”
Betty then giggled adorably. “Now, all you ne’er-do-wells! Park your butts in the apology booth for my husband or I’ll show you all what happens when I activate healing magic so powerful it overflows into pain!”
She slammed her left fist into her open palm for emphasis, biceps exploding with powerful flexed muscles like popcorn in a flaming kettle.
Joyce, Ms. Butcher and surprisingly even Bianca Bordeaux did as Betty instructed, sulking over to a large barbie-box-like construct that the twins just finished building, ready to apologize sincerely for their transgressions in this post-prison society for women. Fortissima, not desiring even the mildest of humiliation and noticing an opportunity, made a break for it, vanishing from the scene with a blip. Betty didn’t panic one bit, instead nodding to both of her daughters, who both returned the gesture only to vanish themselves.
One second later, the twins returned, each holding an arm of Fortissima and preventing her escape. “Ah! What the—! How da hell did you two manage to catch up to me!?”
Natalie was too busy gloating to answer the speedster’s inquiry. “Look mom! I caught her! I caught her!”
Her twin sister, however, disagreed with the way the planck-second-long chase had played out. “Nuh uh! I was the one who figured out that we can heal our bodies to move faster and catch her!”
The bickering continued. “Okay, whatever, doesn’t matter since I was the first to actually catch her!”
“You were not!”
“Girl! Girls, please! You both did a very good job!” Betty interjected, patting them on their shoulders. “Excellent use of your healing powers to alleviate your fatigue and tucker out your enemy.”
“Yeah, I’m so glad we ended up getting mom’s powers and not dad’s!”
“Nicole! You’re father’s right there, and he has superhearing too, even if it’s not as good as yours,” Betty chided her daughter. “Apologize to him at once!”
Nicole hung her head bashfully, instantly regretting her choice of words. “Sooooorry dad, I didn’t mean it…”
Thaddeus didn’t care. He flew over to his massive daughter, hugging her—or more accurately, hugging her thigh. “Nicole, I was just tortured for hours by sins from my past. At this point, I’m just happy to hear your voice again.”
In an instant, the whole family had joined in on the hug, smothering the tiny father in a smorgasbord of feminine flesh. He braved the pain with pride. It was far preferable to the underside of Bianca’s foot, anyways.
With Thaddeus reunited and the day saved, the family began to make their way back home, but not without a bit of sisterly back and forth for good measure.
“Mooom, can I be the one to carry dad?” Natalie asked, practically begging.
“No! No! I wanna be the one to carry him!” Nicole insisted, reaching for her father who was still stuck to his wife’s leg like a temporary tattoo. The eager twin’s wayward hand was dismissed as a loving pair of fingers peeled Thaddeus off, gently placing him within Betty’s bountiful bosom.
“No, girls. Your father will be safe and sound with me. Now run along ahead, I think I’d like to take the scenic route back home.” She looked down at her husband with bedroom eyes. “Maybe one of the Jades Galaxies? I hear it’s a very romantic spot during this era of the universe!”
Thaddeus smiled, nestling deeper into his wife’s cleavage. “Take me wherever you’d like to, dear. This part of the cosmos is new to a little small-town hero like me after all!”
Betty smiled wider. She was always looking for an excuse to go on a second honeymoon.
