Nestled downtown among its peers of glass and concrete along the river winding through the center of Freedom City, the tall spire that was the home of the Femme Force Five glittered brilliantly in the morning light as it kept watch over the rest of the city. While it wasn't uncommon to see any one of their members flitting in and out from the open hangar at the top, whether under their own power or with some flight assistance, this early in the day the only criminals running about wore pressed suits and oxfords on their way to work and so the air around the tower was quiet.

Not that the heroines who made up the team were getting any beauty rest at the moment, as Amelia Morgan couldn't keep herself from stifling a yawn as she cradled a cup of coffee. The heroine known as Azure Star took a sip of the much-needed drink, frowning as she released a small amount of controlled flame from a finger to bring it back up to temperature. The tall blonde cut a striking figure in her Femme Force bodysuit, attractive athleticism on display despite the thick compression material trying to hide it. Taking a look around, she figured she was faring about as well as the rest of the girls who had all been run ragged since they were down an important member.

"Hey, give me a reheat too Ame. Yan didn't bother to heat up a new pot overnight."

Her grumble was only half-faked as she casually leaned over to send a burst of power into the held-out cup of her friend and teammate Lihua Fang. The tired young Chinese-American woman was one of only two women in the tower's central lab not in costume, the telepath and tech-enthusiast was the secret sixth member of the team, running their comms during the long nights and didn't see the need to bother with a costume or a code-name. That meant that while she was rarely ever in danger, she was kept busy and her powers were almost constantly being used which left her little time during a shift to work the coffee pot. Still, Lihua and Amelia were both at least upright and steady, one in her signature dark blue costume and the other in a pair of overalls and a shirt over her trim, leggy frame as they both glared at the source of more than one frustration.

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course I didn't make a… "pot". I don't drink the filth you two lǎo shǔ pretend is coffee."

The two Americans had been insulted enough to know what the smaller, immaculately manicured Chinese woman had said as they narrowed their eyes at her. Yanzhi Long didn't even blink in their direction though, the posh and aloof rich girl turned superheroine known as Zhenxia twirled her wrist in boredom as she stood straight in her white and yellow bodysuit. While she was a powerful speedster with control over lightning and useful in a fight, the billionaire heiress of Freedom City's largest shipping company was also a stuck-up, aristocratic bitch. This made her difficult to get along with by regular standards, but she had a particular disdain for Amelia and Lihua, who had grown up homeless on the streets of Freedom City together.

A polite cough interrupted Lihua before she could tell Yan exactly what she thought about her, leaving the two women to glare at each other as Amelia looked at her other teammates.

"It's too early in the morning to fight. Let's just let Evelyn show us what she's been working on so we can all get some much needed rest."

Lena Kovac AKA Košava cut a slim and leggy figure in her light blue uniform. The former ballerina had control over wind and flight as she floated daintily just off the floor, her hands behind her back as the youngest member of the team nervously bit a plush lip. The brunette's voice was lilted and quiet, as though she wasn't quite ready to interrupt but the shy woman had a needy puppy dog expression that made even Yan feel like she needed to behave better. That had left their last costumed comrade, Sofia Ramirez to chuckle lightly at the display. Unlike her teammates, she wore something more akin to the superhero version of a nun's habit, the beautiful Latina's athletic curves still shining through regardless of the modest dress. Like Amelia and Lihua, the woman also known as Santa Celesta was a Freedom City native and the devout Catholic woman did her best to mother the other women when their boss and team leader wasn't around.

"Yes. I know you're all quite tired taking my shifts, but I'm not exactly ready to be seen in public looking like this so stop with the bickering. Let me show you what I've designed to help make up for that and also hopefully make keeping the city safe a little easier."

Amelia stood a little straighter as Evelyn Steele finished moving a large piece of machinery out of the way to clear the area, setting it down gently but the booming thud told everyone exactly how heavy the metal was. The CEO of Steele Industries was the brains, brawn, and boss of the Femme Force Five, hiding her identity in the heroine guise of the super-strong and indestructible Vanguard. She had the respect and admiration of all the women gathered in front of her, but Amelia and Lihua were especially grateful for her role in their lives. The two young supers had spent their entire adolescence on the run, having left the orphanage that tainted their childhood with misery and fear and instead used their burgeoning powers to survive on the street. Evelyn had found them there and instead of turning them in, helped the girls receive a proper education and place among the new superheroine team she planned to start. She was a mentor and a friend, and the two had kept their mouths shut about their exhaustion while their leader dealt with her… situation.

It could be worse, Evelyn had explained the fates of the other women who had gotten caught up in the villainess Arcadia's games. In that regard, especially in the case of the poor vigilante girl who had been turned into a slave for another villain, she had gotten off fairly easily. Evelyn had always been very blessed in the chest area, to the point where next to nothing she could do hid that fact, but the extra weight jiggling underneath her shirt would make modesty impossible. It wasn't as noticeable as the other change, her hips and butt having been grown out to give her a curvaceous callipygian figure that oozed plush sex appeal without her even trying.

Amelia felt a twinge at the back of her neck as she watched their leader move stuff around to make room for the tall rack she was putting into the center of the lab. Evelyn had never been one to really try to show off, but the skintight leggings hugging her body may as well have been painted on, the jiggling mass of her new butt perched attractively as she moved around on high heels she normally would never have worn.

She's fine. Lihua checked and said she was fine. She just probably hasn't bothered to look for new clothes yet as she figures out a way to reverse whatever Arcadia did to her. Amelia banished the concerned thoughts as she watched Evelyn settle next to what she was about to reveal. There wasn't anything specific she could point to: an occasional smile on her mentor's lips that felt tinged with something else other than joy, or the comfortable way she seemed to move around in a transformed body she claimed was inconvenient, but Amelia was the only one who seemed to feel that way as her teammates all stood relaxed as they watched Evelyn whip off the cloth that was covering the rack.

The group of women all shared a look of bewilderment at what was hanging up on it: the plain white bodysuit that all of their uniforms had originally started as, and next to it what looked like a black romper with some piping along it.

"Now, obviously you ladies recognize the Mark I of what eventually became the standard Femme Force uniform you all wear. Back when I designed them they were the pinnacle of Steele Tech design, giving anyone who wears it with enhanced physical strength, durability, and most importantly fine-tuning your powers so you can make a flame to reheat some coffee with ease rather than just setting the cup on fire."

Amelia didn't appreciate being the example given but they all nodded along. She could control her powers without the added help from the high-tech bodysuit but like the rest of the squad there was "control" and being able to wield the fire she was able to generate with the kind of precision where she could torch off the roof a crashed car and not set the passengers inside on fire. There were some downsides, namely that the suit used her energy to power it meaning she couldn't get quite as hot as she could without and with these long shifts the drained sensation she sometimes felt after taking it off was more than just exhaustion.

"Since I've had some time to work on projects however, this is currently the Mark II prototype. If you're worried about the design it's just temporary as I work on some of the side-effects, but the piping-" Evelyn wiggled around as she went along the side to point out what looked to be almost corset bits along the waist. "-is made from a new fiber I've been working on. It will not only help condense and collect waste energy the wearer emits but also generate a field that will enhance your powers by, well…"

The girls watched their leader walk over to a nearby machine, a massive press designed to calculate impact forces not unlike a punching bag. Evelyn squared up, throwing a straight punch that echoed as the super-strong heroine made even the machine designed to handle her hits stutter for a moment before putting up a number. Evelyn pulled up the hem of her shirt, the blouse having hung loosely around her large breasts and revealing that the corset design wasn't entirely an accident as a black waist cincher only enhanced how extra her curves had become after Arcadia.

"So this was a proof-of-concept design for the power enhancement properties rather than what I envision the final product to look like, but let me just activate it…" Evelyn pulled her shirt down and readjusted her stance, but as she squared up against the machine Lena flinched as something in the air shifted.

The pressure wave from her punch reverberated along the skin of everyone in the bay, making them take a wide-eyed step back as the durable machine crumpled and dented before being flung back several feet, tilting back and almost over before falling back with a massive thud that echoed in the silence as the heroines all turned to stare at their leader. Evelyn looked quite smug as she turned back towards the stunned heroines, chuckling to herself as she held her arms wide.

"Any questions?"

* * * * *

"I don't suppose you could have made it into a full suit like the old one could you?"

"Don't be ridiculous Amelia. This is just the prototype so once I've gotten the kinks worked out I'll bother with the styling. Now stop moving, inhale, and let me zip you up."

Amelia grimaced but obeyed, standing straight and inhaling as Evelyn zipped up the prototype suit, the fabric feeling strange against her skin. At least it's not a leotard. She imagined the shy Lena would have been struck stone still at the thought of wearing one out and about, but the current design was only marginally better. The romper at least covered her ass and had sleeves, but the tight constriction of the new waist was making her take shorter breaths and the material was…

The mirror nearby showed off that the difficulty breathing was because of how contracted her waist was, giving her an hourglass figure and forcing her to keep good posture. It also showed off the black fabric, slick and tight against her skin and much thinner than the suit she was used to wearing. That one was more like putting on a wetsuit while this one felt like it had been painted onto her and thin enough she thought she could see the goosebumps on her arms as she tried to get comfortable. She definitely clearly saw her nipples hardening as her skin warmed.

"How does it feel?"

Evelyn moved around her, inspecting and adjusting hemlines of her shorts, smoothing the piping along her waist as Amelia felt something almost squeeze even tighter, sending a fluttering of heat against her skin as the power inside of her reacted.

"Umm… a little strange and the fabric is so…" Amelia wasn't as gifted in the chest as Evelyn even before Arcadia, but even her modest bust was perfectly outlined and on display creating a different kind of heat up her neck and flaming towards her cheeks. "Thin."

"You're not hot or anything?"

"A little, I just assumed it was my own inner flame dealing with… whatever you did."

"No, the fabric works by gathering your energy in your core through the tight piping and… do you know how entrainment works?"

"No."

Evelyn chuckled to herself. "Well, long story short it's currently trying to synchronize and raise the frequency of power inside of you. That's the main reason for why it's so thin as well. You're going to have to wear it underneath your regular clothes and uniform while I collect the data I need to improve it. It's also why I was asking about the heating issue since the other girls have all mentioned something."

"Oh, I guess I feel a little bit of heat across my skin but I can't tell if that's the fabric or the compression." Amelia tried to get comfortable but with her waist cinched so tight she couldn't do much but stand up straight and concentrate on breathing. "At least my posture will be better by the end of all this… I don't have to wear it while I sleep do I?"

"You should. The longer you wear it, the faster we can get the tech synchronized with your individual biology and the faster we can start working it into a proper uniform. Line up over here so I can get a baseline and a maximum output."

Amelia grumbled as she walked over to the testing range barefoot, stretching her body as straight as possible and finding at least a modicum of comfort as she took a stance. Taking a deep breath, Amelia winced a bit as she found the tight waist even more constricting, but she could feel the well of heat in her core react not just to her reaching for it but the prototype as she put her hands out.

A burst of blue flame ripped out from her, tearing down the range before hitting the far wall, setting off a small explosion. A shudder rolled through her body, that strange heat and tightness twinging across her skin… and not in an entirely unpleasant way. Evelyn tapped away at a tablet, recording everything as the young blonde tried to cough and shake that feeling out and find her center again.

"Now, give me everything you've got."

Nodding, Amelia closed her eyes to concentrate and gather the source of her powers. She always envisioned it as a cradle, filled to the brim with the azure-tinged fire that she took her heroine name from, a familiar friend ever since it came to life inside her and let her not just control flames but the power of flight as well. Even now, she could feel her feet slowly rise off the ground as she fanned the inferno at her very center. She very rarely went all out considering the very real collateral danger her powers represented but… It had never felt like this before.

The heat and tightness from earlier contracted and grew, and involuntarily Amelia released a soft moan as pleasure rippled across her skin. The imaginary flame in its cradle grew higher, her body straightening as the prototype uniform around her constricted again and sending bolts of ecstasy to her most sensitive bits. It was incredible, the tech contouring around her and the center of her power and her clit as Amelia's thighs squeezed together as she stoked the fire higher, her closed eyes being tinged with an edge of blue that was growing with every pulse, the heat of her body only pushing her to throw more fuel into the fire.

A much louder moan left her as any voice of reason or doubt in her mind was drowned out by the pleasure and the power, growing higher and hotter inside and out as Amelia continued to push. It wasn't just that she was told to use everything, thoughts of Evelyn's order or need for data were irrelevant when she was discovering there was no bottom to what she was feeling. There was always more power, more energy and heat to pull from, more pleasure as the constricting uniform around her was electric across her body, begging for her to keep going, to push herself even further until she could finally release-

Amelia broke first, her body shuddering as a hard orgasm forced her muscles to go tight and the suit to squeeze her body one more time in full-body ecstasy as she took the raging volcano inside of her and pushed it out in front of her. What had earlier been just a burst was a wall of blue flame blazing down the range, the entire tunnel alight with fire and violence as it stretched in front of her, crashing into the far wall. An explosion rocked the building, the reinforced concrete of the far side melting before crumpling and finally shattering, blowing a hole into the side of the building and sending a massive arc of flame across the sky.

The two women stared stupidly at the sight, bits of flame still flickering along the length of the range as she had burned hot enough to set the very concrete on fire. Amelia lowered herself down slowly from the air, feet almost slipping as she realized she had burned so hot that the floor of the lab had melted into a crater around her.

"Heh.… he he… whoops." Amelia could feel a bit of shame and embarrassment from having just powered herself up so much she had cum, but mostly she was still coming to terms with how much "enhancement" her powers had gotten from Evelyn's suit. "Good thing that side of the building faces the river and we don't have to worry about people being hit by the debris right?"

Her mentor was quiet, leaving Amelia to look over at her team leader. Evelyn was staring at the hole in the wall with an expression that was entirely unreadable, although certainly didn't contain any happiness that her invention had worked and awe didn't feel particularly right, leaving the young blonde woman to feel that same pit in her stomach that something wasn't quite right. It lasted only for a moment though, as Evelyn shook herself and looked over at her with a different sort of expression.

"Definitely ruined any collection data… I'm pretty sure you could have pulled out more which would have been… I don't quite have the words for that Amelia." It was rare to see Evelyn confused as she tried to come up with the amount of power she had just witnessed her young teammate unleash before she gave up, laughing to herself. "I'm just glad it held up to that sort of punishment, I'm going to have to go back to the drawing board though to make it work and keep you from setting half the city on fire."

Evelyn waved off her noise of indignation, laughing again and setting off a wave of jiggling across her curves. "Not that I think you would, just that if the need ever arrives that you need to actually use your full power I'd like to make it so you feel comfortable enough to do so. That being said… I'm going to have to insist you wear the prototype all the time so that we can get it up to the point where it'll actually do its job."

"All the time? I mean, I joked about wearing it while sleeping but it would probably be too uncomfortable-"

"All the time." The steel from her surname was in Evelyn's grey eyes as she narrowed them at Amelia. "I'm serious, that's an order."

Her throat caught as Amelia tried to swallow in the now uncomfortably tight uniform and frigid air of the lab. Evelyn rarely had to pull her role as team leader into a conversation, and Amelia had just been joking about not wearing what was now a clear improvement on the capabilities of her normal bodysuit. She was deadly serious though, and Amelia was forced to look down the path of flaming carnage she had just left and the feeling of soreness echoing through her body. It had taken a lot out of her, but she could feel that cradle of flame inside of her with wisps of energy all but ready with the promise for more heat. She couldn't really disagree… even though she at least wanted to have a talk about how it had felt so good it had pushed her to orgasm, leaving Amelia to steady herself and salute with only minor sarcasm.

"Yes ma'am."

* * * * *

The red pepper in her hand was clearly fine, unbruised and so close to ripeness that by the time Amelia and Lihua returned back to their shared apartment in Femme Force Tower, it would be perfect for dinner. It didn't stop Amelia from taking the time to properly inspect it though, not because she was concerned but because she needed something to keep focused on. The past week had been surprisingly easy when it came to superheroing, with none of the major gangs or villains making noise. There were always going to be a smattering of crimes going on at any point in time in Freedom City, but any large-scale efforts that required the team had completely dried up overnight and let the girls finally get some rest.

Only Amelia hadn't exactly had the most restful week. She didn't know enough about the science behind the gear Evelyn had them testing, but the reality of living with it on her skin 24/7 had made things… difficult. It wasn't just the tightness around her waist, corseting her body into stiff straightness or that the support was enough that she didn't have to bother with a bra, the fabric was so thin her nipples still clearly showed through a tight shirt. The main problem was that her nipples were almost always erect enough to be visible, her core warm with an ever present sense of pressure and pleasure that was making concentrating difficult.

Evelyn hadn't been able to fix or remove that specific feature, and with Amelia constantly cycling through her powers in an effort to match the frequency of the suit a warm buzz of bliss was a constant companion in the back of her mind. A tempting companion too, because when she was alone with her own thoughts it was difficult to resist coaxing the flame inside of her higher, and even just thinking about it sent a little bolt of pleasure through her as if it could convince her to give into it in the middle of the produce section.

"If you're going to provide a show, you should start making them pay for admission."

Amelia jerked as Lihua sidled up next to her, making no effort to conceal a teasing smile as she took the pepper out of blonde's hand, giving it a quick once over, and popping it into a bag with a few more following. Confused, Amelia looked around to discover that more than one male customer had stopped to stare at her only to find something else to look at quickly as she finally took notice of her surroundings. A slight flush crept up her skin as her friend giggled at the look on her face.

She wasn't usually the center of attention like that. Amelia was very fit thanks to her job as a superheroine, and she knew that she was at least conventionally good looking. She just usually didn't dress in a manner that drew attention to her figure. Loose fabric fluttering against her skin when it was so sensitized by the siren song in her core had been difficult to handle, so she had settled on buying some fitness wear and the tight spandex that displayed her curves in an attractive package. Considering her mind had been lost in a haze of pleasure, she could only imagine what she had looked like standing there trying and failing to keep herself focused.

"Sorry Li, keeping this stupid uniform on all the time is a pain. I keep bugging Evelyn about it but she's been dodging me all week…"

Her friend let out a pleasant and warm laugh, and with a wide smile Amelia felt herself relax away from her discomfort. She hadn't been monopolizing all the looks of appreciation either, Lihua didn't avoid her responsibilities in the gym despite never seeing the field and even in a pair of coveralls and a t-shirt the surprisingly tall and leggy Asian wasn't able to hide her own appealing figure. She slipped the bag of fruits into the small cart she was pushing before laying a gentle hand on Amelia's shoulder.

"She's been busy dealing with some restructuring of her company, but you're not alone. The other girls, especially Lena, are having a tough time." Amelia nodded along as they went through the produce section slowly. All the other girls didn't usually cycle through their powers all day, but Lena's feet rarely touched the ground as the wind witch was so used to flying that she even floated in her sleep. "Also, if nothing else-" Lihua couldn't resist giving her friend a little hip check and a flirty side eye, smiling broadly. "It makes you look extra fit babe."

It was Amelia's turn to let out a laugh of her own, punching her friend's arm and receiving a fit of giggles before putting a hand on Lihua's waist and kissing her on the cheek. She scoffed internally at the reaction that rippled out from such a simple gesture among the men and women in the store but Amelia didn't particularly care. The two women weren't dating, but trying to explain it to others in words didn't tell the story of the deep bond the two shared.

The orphanage that was the only home they knew growing up was the kind of place where forming any sort of affection or bond with another was a matter of survival. Perhaps literally, as the kids who had been at The Bleakwood Institute for the Unwanted the longest felt like worn-out husks wandering its halls, the dread and grey of the Victorian building at the edge of the city having sunk into their souls and sucked whatever made them human out. The woman who ran the institute was also a haggard old doctor who went by Dr. Thorne, and whatever cruelties and punishments her or the staff could engage in to make the lives of their charges worse only seemed to fuel her need for more.

Potential adopters were rare, meeting with Dr. Thorne in her office with hushed voices and muffled discussion, leaving as quickly as they came only for one of the orphans to go missing soon after. No contact, no goodbyes, just asleep one evening and their bed empty and made and ready for a new 'unwanted' the next morning. It was better than the Suits, who would show up when one of the older kids started to display powers. Although Amelia now knew they were probably federal agents, the impeccably dressed men leading a shocked young child to a big black car with just the clothes on their back, never to be seen again, was an image that still stuck with her all these years later.

The thought of either fate befalling the other drove Amelia and Lihua to extremes to make sure nothing happened to the other, often resulting in extreme forms of punishment meant to drive them apart. It didn't work, the two sharing a bed as often as they could get away with it just to make sure the other couldn't be taken away in the dead of night. It was that level of desperate friendship that kept the two of them from falling into the bouts of depression their peers would sometimes fall into and even more often never come out of. It was also what fueled their escape when Lihua's telepathic powers started to come into fruition. Amelia's own budding firepower wasn't far behind and the two made the only sensible choice: With Amelia setting half the building on fire and the two fleeing into the night towards the city.

That was almost a decade ago, with the two spending six years on the street dodging cops and danger and using their powers to survive. Anything was better than Bleakwood, and when the two tried to break into Evelyn's car for cash only to find out she had superpowers of her own when she intervened, the young CEO took them in instead of handing them over to the authorities. While neither girl had received much of a proper education, Lihua discovered a knack for the sciences and tech while Amelia's powers only continued to get stronger. When Evelyn decided to start the Femme Force to give the beleaguered city some heroines to cheer for, it was easy to agree to help her.

A frown crossed Amelia's face as the memories flitted across her mind, not because they were unpleasant but because the Evelyn in her mind didn't set her on edge the same way the one currently working away in her lab did. Lihua tensed up, feeling the concern through the forged mental bond she had made with Amelia long ago. It was a level of intimacy into Amelia's mind that most people would balk at surrendering, but Amelia never had second-thoughts.

The two of them had no interest in finding the type of parents that would have left them at Bleakwood if they were still alive, and after surviving it only to return to its now abandoned husk years later, the two of them had something that was forged in fires even hotter than the ones she conjured to finish the job and burn it all the way to the ground. If anything, it gave Amelia comfort that she could let Lihua get a glimpse at just how much she meant to her in a way that words or touch could never convey.

"I know I'm not the strongest telepath and I don't have the same type of access to her mind that I do with yours, but I went through every corner of it that I was able to access and didn't find anything. Not even a whisper of some kind of manipulation."

"Yeah, but there's the parts you can't access and the memory of that night when Arcadia kidnapped her…"

Lihua nodded, looking thoughtful as she chewed on a thought only to get distracted by the cookie aisle long enough to return with mint Tim Tams to a bemused but still discomforted Amelia. "The memories of the game show Arcadia made her play tracks with what she said even though it's been blurred into a useless jumble of incomplete images. Still, there was no corruption, leak, or fragmentation. And the corporate black box in her mind holding all those trade secrets is designed to require multi-point authentication to breach. There are supervillains with far more credibility than a wannabe game show host with a kink who couldn't crack it… and none of the secret, classified access points in Steele Industries have been activated since the incident."

"How the hell do you know how the black box can be opened, much less hasn't been used?" Whatever was triggering Amelia's sixth sense wasn't easy to put into words but she couldn't help herself. Despite all assurances and even wearing the ridiculously tight and restraining uniform Evelyn ordered her to keep on at all times, something inside her wasn't satisfied with any answer she gave it.

"Because I can feel how on edge you've been since Ame. I haven't just been checking in with Evelyn periodically but I may have also hacked into Steele Industries without her knowing just to make sure I haven't missed anything… and a few of her bank accounts just to be safe. As far as I can tell nothing unusual is going on."

The brunette giggled at Amelia's stunned expression, both bemused and a little shocked that her friend would violate the privacy of their mentor so easily and without question, but Lihua just slipped a hand into Amelia's and squeezed lightly.

"I trust you Ame, and if you think something's up then I'll keep digging. I'd like to think I know her at least as well as you do though and honestly she seems the same to me. Lena and Sofia don't think anything's different either, they're mostly just enjoying the power boost while trying not to wiggle as much as you've been doing."

Amelia let out a soft snort, taking control of the shopping cart in a decidedly unwiggling manner which earned her a derisive response but the two kept walking around. It was nice to know her teammates were dealing with similar problems with the tight undergarment squeezing her core right now. The near constant buzz of bliss humming along her brain was distracting, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant as she gently nudged the flame inside her again and almost verbally hummed herself at the flush of pleasure breaking out her skin. No, definitely not an undesirable feeling at all.

"How is Yanzhi doing?"

"Who gives a shit?"

"True." It didn't stop Amelia from gnawing at the inside of her cheek though as she leaned against the cart, resting her chest against the push bar as she brushed against and dismissed the idea of asking herself. Their bitchy colleague could be trusted to save the day, if only to self-aggrandize about herself to those she deemed inferior, but that was about it. Even if she was having similar twinges that something wasn't quite right like Amelia, the very idea of the two of them sharing anything like that would drive Yanzhi to silence.

"I think your boobs are bigger."

"Hmm?" A side-eye to Lihua revealed her friend looking at her chest more curious than jokingly, head cocked to the side as if a different angle would reveal the information she was seeking. Amelia stood up and looked down, trying and failing to see any noticeable difference from her point of view. The dark blue sports bra and matching leggings she had bought were selected for being her favorite color rather than any kind of support or usability, and the stretchy fabric had some light padding that maybe gave her girls a bit more profile but they looked the same as they always did.

"I don't see it."

"How much time do you spend checking out your own boobs?"

"How much time do you spend checking out my boobs?"

"More often than you think. They're nice boobs." The waggling eyebrows and smirk sent her way were enough to make Amelia roll her eyes, but a smile still tugged at the side of her lips.

"Well, unless you can think of anything else we need I'd like to check out and take my boobs home for some much needed release from their prison. At least long enough to take a shower."

Lihua's smirk broke out into a full smile as she giggled again, pulling out her phone to look at her notes. "Sure, sure… Properly sweet snacks were the last thing on my list. I wouldn't mind getting back home anyway since I have a new game to play and if the footage is anything to go by I'll probably get some 'much needed release' of my own."

"Perv." Amelia did roll her eyes for real this time as her friend just waved her off with a laugh, taking the cart and angling it for the front of the store and leaving Amelia to follow. Though honestly after wearing this thing all day, I might make use of the shower for something similar… The thought crossed her mind, almost unconsciously setting her to cycle through her powers once again, the cradle of her fire lighting higher and sending a stronger hum of desire than she had intended to course through her body. Perhaps it was just her imagination, or maybe it was just because Lihua had made mention of it, but she definitely felt some of the pleasure course around her chest and harden her nipples in need, swapping out the 'might' in her thoughts with a guarantee as Amelia basked in the feeling, following the swaying hips of her friend towards the checkout.