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Super Jaded 2 - Chapter 11
🕑 Added 2025-10-17 13:47:29 +0000 UTCChapter 11: Miguel
[“Thank you. Truly, thank you!”] the congressman said, shaking Iris and Anya’s hands, one after the other as aggressively as he could—which didn’t register as much for the supergirls. He was just one of the many governmental figures who had paid the Torres family a visit over the past week, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last. They were surprised the congressman didn’t seem to mind that the two beings standing before him towered over his 5’8 height. But perhaps, like any politician, he was good at masking his true intentions.
[“If there’s anything this city can do to repay you for your unprecedented heroism, please, don’t hesitate to let us know!”]
[“Oh, really, it’s nothing,”] Iris assured with a hand wave. [“We’re just doing what any good citizen would do in the face of a crisis.”]
[“Just make sure you keep that social media blackout going,”] Anya added, then she mulled it over in her head a bit. [“In fact, never bring social media back. It never did anything good for me anyways. The people don’t need to doomscroll. They can just go outside and touch grass, the world is depressing enough as it is.”]
The Congressman nodded nervously at Anya’s soapbox speech, not wanting to tell the girl with shoulders thicker than his head that she was rambling. She wouldn’t get much in the form of a dissenting opinion, however, as her father walked in the room.
[“That’s my girl, always standing up for what you believe in,”] Miguel said, now having to reach over his eye level to pat his daughter on the back. [“And now that the pleasantries are over, you two can help me get the car packed!”]
[“What for, dad?”] Anya asked, fearful of the answer.
Miguel chuckled. [“Oh my little girl, what else? We’re going fishing!”]
Iris and Anya could hear Diego’s quiet groan from the other room. Even Iris could intuit that meant he was going to be tagging along with them. His groan was then quickly washed away by the soundwaves of Anya’s own, the minor baritones of which rumbled the entire house.
[“Anya! Stop groaning so much!”] Mimi complained as she hobbled out of her room, clearly awoken from her beauty sleep. [“God forbid you two spend some time outside!”]
[“Grandma, we’ve been getting plenty of outside time. Iris and I have been literally spending the last week restoring Colombia to its former glory and then some.
[“You both look like you could use some more sun anyways! You both look so sickly pale!”]
Iris did not wish to justify that with a response, but there was something else on her mind. [“I… actually wouldn’t mind going fishing. It was something my dad used to do with me before mom… well… let’s just say he’s not really up to it anymore. And I haven’t seen him in a while.”]
Three generations of the Torres family found their hearts thoroughly warmed.
~
In less than an hour, Iris, Anya, Diego and Miguel had travelled all the way to the westmost coast where Miguel’s boat was docked, and were out on the high seas. While Miguel’s boat wasn’t as flashy or large as some of the others at the boat club—he didn’t exactly live close to the coast as a citizen of Bogotá—he had all the equipment necessary for a robust fishing trip for four.
But while Miguel was enjoying his time on the water, whistling away, his kids’ short attention spans were starting to rear their ugly heads.
[“This is taking too long,”] Anya muttered impatiently, folding bulging arms underneath her sizable bosom. [“Where the hell are all the fish at?”]
[“You can’t rush a process like this, especially as far out in the ocean as we are, daughter.”] Miguel said, absentmindedly tugging at his line to double check for a bite he wasn’t getting.
Anya just shook her head. [“I’ll rush any process I want! I’m a goddamn superhero! If the fish don’t want to come to me, then I’ll come to them!”]
With that, she hopped over the starboard side and dived headfirst into the rumbling waves below, her watery silhouette vanishing from sight as she sank deeper and deeper into the dark blue.
[“Ah! Anya!”] both her father and brother shouted in unison, peering over the edge of the boat as far as they could in an attempt to find her. A grip of both of their collars from Iris yanked them back fully aboard. [“Come on now, you two aren’t super like her. Don’t follow her example,”] the green-tipped girl scolded with newfound confidence.
[“Iris! W-where is she going!?”] Miguel exclaimed with a terrified side to his voice not even Diego had seen before.
[“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, sir. In fact, that doesn’t seem like half bad of an idea,”] Iris’ body slowly began to rise off the ground without much fanfare on her part, slowly traversing around the boat’s banister before rapidly descending into the water. Even while limiting herself to a pencil dive, her splash was significant enough to nearly capsize the boat—with the only reason Anya’s dive hadn’t done so earlier was because Iris had been present on the boat to stabilize it.
Miguel’s boat nearly capsized again when both supergirls returned, resurfacing with their hands full. Anya had found a discarded net at the bottom of the sea floor, one that belonged to a far larger boat, and had a bundle of fish several magnitudes larger than her own body thrown over her shoulder like Santa Claus.
[“This is probably enough fish to feed the whole neighborhood, what do you think, dad?”] Anya asked casually, with Miguel so dumbfounded that he missed his chance to get a word in on the matter before Iris butted in with her own question.
[“Does anyone know what kind of fish this is?”] Iris asked, holding up a creature the size of a shark, but beyond its measurements did not resemble anything Miguel had ever seen in his many decades of fishing. [“I found it on the sea floor.”]
[“I… think you just discovered an entirely new species of deep-sea creature.”] Miguel sputtered in disbelief. [“Scientists always say there is so much we still don’t know about the ocean, but I never thought I’d actually live to see one before my very eyes.”]
[“Oh! Neat! That means I get to name its species, right?”] Iris asked, treating her discovery with all the grandiosity of coming third place in a contest.
[“Yeah, totally! But make sure to pick something really special! After all, this is the first of many!”] Anya said. [“Man, why the hell are those two superassholes wasting their time conquering and killing when they could just be using their powers for chill stuff like this? It’s so invigorating!”]
Iris thought long and hard. [“I think I’ll name it… Jeannine. Yeah.”]
It was a good thing Iris’ face was already wet with seawater. The single tear falling down her face was lost in the shuffle.
[“Are you alright, dad?”] Anya asked, focusing on her father as his face remained in a dumbfounded expression. [“Do you need to sit down or something?”]
[“I’m an old soul, daughter,”] Miguel clarified. [“All of this…”] he made a vague gesture in Iris and Anya’s direction, [“...it’s all so new to me. My daughter has the powers of a god and she’s dating a girl on top of it!”]
Iris and Anya’s cheeks both lit up with crimson.
[“Dad! We’re not dating!”] Anya exclaimed.
[“Yeah! We just met each other! Give it some time!”] Iris added, with Anya promptly shooting her a crazy look.
[“...More importantly than that, please don’t call us Gods, dad, The last thing we need is to be like those bitches back in America.”] Anya explained to her father after a side-eye to her superfriend.
[“Not gonna lie sis, he isn’t entirely wrong. The things you guys can do… I don’t think there’s a better word to describe it.”] Diego replied, sneaking photos during the conversation of Iris’ find.
[“How about ‘your sister,’ unless you’d rather bow down and worship us!”] the latina replied in jest.
Diego shot a look at Iris, mulling over the ironic suggestion in his mind anyways, infuriating his sister.
[“Screw this, I’m going back to the bottom of the sea. There’s a trench down there I want to explore a bit more.”]
[“Yeah, no offense, Mr. Torres, but I think I’m going to follow Anya down there. It seems like fun. Uh, be back soon!”]
With that, the two supergirls vanished into the deep blue once more, leaving an awkward silence between father and son once the waves finally dissipated. After several minutes of silence, Diego was content to return to fishing, but a rush of wind from the East commanded the attention of father and son.
Their breathing ceased as their eyes fell upon the source—or more accurately, sources.
“So, you two must be the father and the brother of one Anya Torres, is that correct?” asked the booming voice of Nina Eternal. She floated several feet over the endless expanse of azure, as terrifying as she was beautiful in her sculpted, nude brilliance.
Fern wasn’t far behind, holding an entire yacht over her head with a single hand, though she quickly dropped it back into the ocean with all the grace of a litterbug disposing a candy wrapper on the sidewalk. “Oh, so our investigation is finally bearing fruit. Wonderful.”
She didn’t need Miguel or Diego to respond to Nina’s question, she could already see the answer in their mind’s eyes, as could her lovely girlfriend. Each with three serums a piece, titanic might radiated off of their mere presences. Sure, these larger than life entities were tangible to the human brain during the myriad of video content made about them, but actually witnessing them before one’s eyes was enough to melt the brain. Both were unbeatable by the two supers just one serum below them, against mere mortals like Miguel and Diego, this was just unfair.
Upon reading the internal voice of Miguel, Nina and Fern’s voices shifted to a language he was more familiar with. What had taken a two-serum super like Iris a day to learn and a few subsequent days to master, Nina and Fern were able to perfect in mere seconds.
[“Heh, to think I flunked Spanish back in school.”] Nina chuckled. [“If only Mrs. Gonzalez could see me now. Now, as I was saying…”]
Miguel gasped as he witnessed the American goddess that hovered over him speak in Spanish. But what was more shocking was every sentence she spoke transitioning from a gringa speaking Spanish to that of a perfectly fluent tongue by the time she got the point across.
[“We couldn’t get many people to confess, but eventually the people at your boat club were more than willing to sell you out once I threatened their prized possessions. That kind of shit makes me sick… but I suppose I can’t argue with the results!”]
Diego looked as if he were ready to break down and cry. Miguel needed to keep his composure if he wanted to get anyone out of this situation alive.
[“Please… Iris and Anya are not here. My baby girl would not risk endangering her family. I understand you are mad, but this is not the—”]
Miguel’s heart skipped several beats as beams of twin crimson scorched the air mere inches from his head. Silence followed, broken only by a sigh from Fern.
[“Don’t lie to us, Mr. Torres. We know Anya and Iris were here. Your son’s mind is riddled with memories over the past few days.”]
Miguel sighed, but kept the information he revealed to a minimum. This wasn’t his first rodeo dealing with intrusive authority, these were just ones who could read minds. He’d have to be extra careful not to think the wrong thing and give away crucial information. [“Yes, they were here. But they’re not here anymore.”]
[“Then, where are they?”] Fern said tiredly.
[“I don’t know, they didn’t say where exactly they were going.”] Miguel responded. Technically, this was the truth. He had no clue. Of course, Nina wasn’t buying this.
[“They didn’t tell you? I find that hard to believe. Seems like they spent quite a bit of time with you. Why leave now?”]
[“Maybe they could tell you were coming?”] Miguel offered. He wanted to sincerely hope that Iris and his daughter took their sweet time investigating that trench below, just enough time for Nina and Fern to leave, but he couldn’t risk thinking about it.
[“Regardless, they can’t be far. What direction did they fly off to?”]
[“Up.”] Diego interjected, pointing towards the sky. It wasn’t a well thought out lie, but his frightened tone was easily mistaken for general fear, his inner monologue a constant stream of [Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit she’s looking my way, oh shit, oh shit.]
[“It’s frankly embarrassing how they thought fleeing to their parents would be a good place to hide,”] Nina added.
[“But could you blame them? Anya missed her parents. And Iris… hers were already gone, so this was the closest she had left to a family.”] Miguel said, attempting to add an air of legitimacy to the lie with some added emotion. He didn’t raise his son to be a liar, but now he was wondering if he should’ve. Thankfully, by the time his mind was wandering, his interrogators had already moved on to talking amongst themselves.
Fern’s expression softened, but Nina’s had only hardened more.
[“I’d say those idiots led us right to them. Not only that, but they left us with prime real estate for bargaining chips!”]
With a wild smile, Nina reached forward to grab Miguel, only for a steady hand from Fern to stop her, both supergirls’ biceps straining against each other. Diego gasped as he felt the intense wind emitted from Fern’s intervention followed by a clear display of her ass cheeks, all muscular and bubbly. The blonde looked her partner’s way with a scowl, but Fern remained vigilant in her decision.
“No, Nina. That’s not how we do things.” Fern said in their original English language.
“What!? Uh, since when? I’ve used tons of blackmail to get what I want!” Nina said without a shred of self-reflection.
“Okay, babe, then that’s not how I do things. Making an innocent family suffer for the actions of just one of their members is not how I want to be going about this!”
Miguel and Diego watched in silence as the two supergirls argued in front of them in English, movement limited only to their eyes, which darted back and forth based on who was talking.
“Fine. Fine. I’m not going to kill them. But are you suuuuuure we can’t use them for anything? Not even as ransom?”
“Would you use your own parents as ransom?”
“Well, I— Hey! That’s not fair! My parents were literally used as ransom for my grandpa!”
“So then you know first hand how badly that fucks up a kid. Remember, babe, I’m actually trying to help the world here. Breaking harmful cycles? You know, all that good stuff.”
Diego jolted as he saw Nina’s eyes shift from Fern towards him. She floated still looking at him causing him to worry he was going to get lasered any second. Was this it? Is my life over? He thought.
[“Looks like today’s your lucky day, boys. My wife is being extremely generous today.”] Nina smiled at Diego and Miguel. [“I think you should both give her a huge thanks.”]
The Colombian men and even Fern were confused by what she meant by that.
“Kiss her feet.” The blonde supergirl commented, her arms crossed.
Fern looked embarrassed, but a goofy smile was growing on her face all the same. What was as of today the scariest and most humiliating moment in Diego and Miguel’s lives was little more than a cute couple footnote in Nina and Fern’s Tuesday afternoon. But the father and son knew that the longer they dilly-dallied on servicing the goddesses before them, the likelihood of Iris and Anya’s position being compromised only increased.
Nina giggled as Diego wasted no time servicing Fern’s toes as soon as she floated over to where he stood on the boat. Despite his greater reservations, Miguel too placed a few regretful, yet mind-numbing smooches onto Fern’s perfect, milky, tanned skin. Even a limb as overshadowed as her foot was heavenly to the touch. Even Fern couldn’t help but giggle as she watched the older man’s thoughts be helplessly overtaken by the sensation of Fern’s perfection.
It’s so massive… She constantly heard from the two men’s minds causing her to grin as she spread her toes and wiggled them in front of Diego and Miguel, causing them to flinch away. Nina couldn’t contain her outburst into laughter, sending painful vibrations through the air like the whining feedback of a microphone. The initial hesitations Fern had were immediately gone as she embraced the worship she was receiving. It was pretty intoxicating… seeing how small they were to just her foot alone. She stopped wiggling out of fear of breaking a tooth if her foot accidently made too much impact with one of their mouths. Mortals were so weak now that just a simple tap could ruin their faces.
Maybe I can have both? Help people, make the world better and receive this type of worship in our new order? Fern closed her eyes trying to imagine it. Her and Nina in their future palace throne room, as servants came to fulfill their wants and needs. Mutualistic relationships are good, right? Help the people and they’d be more inclined to return the favor especially if you are a towering muscular goddess.
She was so distracted by her little fantasy that she didn’t realize poor Diego couldn’t contain himself, nearly going crosseyed and spasming as soon as he tore his lips away from her perfectly manicured big toe. That seemed to satisfy the ruthless goddesses.
“Hahaha, for a lesbian you sure know how to make a man squirm!” Nina quipped, prompting an uproarious cackle from Fern, who took several moments to compose herself before finally proposing a question.
“I'll admit, that was pretty satisfying. Anyways, my love… Shall we go explore the cosmos?” Fern asked, outstretching a hand, one which Nina graciously accepted.
“I couldn’t think of a more romantic way to spend our first trip through the solar system together. Oh Ferny my love, I feel like I’m falling for you all over again!”
“Heh, let’s hope we make enough noise for them to hear us from space, Neens!”
With that, the two superwomen embraced, passionately making out and caressing each other’s cobbled, sinuous frames as they began to rise in the air like they were caught in a UFO’s beam. Fern using her powerful hands wasted no time grabbing Nina’s improved ass and gave each cheek a squeeze causing the blonde super to moan.
“You always did love my ass…” Nina grinned. “Ever since you were an adorable mortal.”
“And I love it even more as a god.” Fern bit her lower lip.
They continued to rise, much like helium balloons released by a kid, until they vanished from sight completely, leaving Miguel and Diego alone on an empty sea with the lingering taste of heaven on their lips.
But Miguel had succeeded. He and his son had just successfully dissuaded the most powerful entities on earth from discovering Iris and Anya’s whereabouts. That was worth a life of permanent, painful inadequacy tenfold.
