Invasion of the Girl Growers

Written by HikerAngel

Commissioned by The First One

The Superhero known as The Satellite was the strongest one on earth. That was simply not a fact up for debate. Conversely, his superheroine wife—Mrs. Care—didn’t even crack the top 500. He could punch through titanium like paper, shatter the sound barrier on a morning jog of a flight and react to nigh imperceptible occurrences. Mrs. Care, conversely, played a far more passive role. She could heal really well, that was about the extent of her powers. Sure, she could basically restore a person from a single brain cell, but when the popularity of a superhero derived from how much of a spectacle they could make, most of her “strength” came from her decision to marry her husband.

Mrs. Care didn’t resent The Satellite for this, she was a kind and understanding woman. Sure, he very much played into his status as the strongest hero, but he was still a kind and humble husband when off the field. He didn’t let work get in the way of his family, and didn’t treat either of his 19-year-old twin daughters any differently, even if they hadn’t developed powers of their own yet.

Even on the clock, he made time to get lovey-dovey with his wife. After another New York City bank robbery had been successfully thwarted, The Satellite scooped Mrs. Care up and took to the skies with her in his arms. She screamed with delight like a kid on a rollercoaster. Even if he had done this a hundred times, she wasn’t gifted with flight like he had been, it was still a novel experience.

“So, I’m thinking I'll take a little flight to Hong Kong and pick us up some authentic Chinese food, what do you think?” The Satellite offered. He loved wording his questions in such a way to be as innocuous as possible, it was the easiest way to Mrs. Care’s heart. That and quality Chinese food. Needless to say, he hit the jackpot like usual.

“Well, how could I say no to a smile like that?” Mrs. Care responded with a cheeky edge of her own. She leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on her husband’s lips, her black lipstick leaving a slight stain on his own lips.

Mrs. Care’s eyes began to drift away from her husband’s, however, and her lovey-dovey smile faded alongside it. The Satellite followed his wife’s gaze to the stratosphere, where a suspicious shape unlike anything either hero had ever seen began to descend into the atmosphere. It appeared perfectly spherical at first, but as it got closer, it took a more recognizable shape. Like a hallucination of an oasis in the desert, the striking outline of a gorgeous, naked muscular woman finalized itself before him.

At least, The Satellite assumed the alluring form about his height was before him. But then she got closer, closer, and closer still. What he first believed to be a woman about his height only a few yards away was actually an absolutely colossal woman about a mile away. At least, that was the only explanation that made sense—which implied the woman who now stood at an absurd thirty feet of height travelled a mile in mere seconds.

To say this brunette was intimidating was underselling it, even if her face didn’t reflect the word all too well. She sheepishly smiled as she raised a lone hand to wave at the couple, her bicep exploding into a flex that rivaled a sea mine with its magnificence.

“What the hell are you?” The Satellite demanded, teeth gritted. This wasn’t the first alien who had dared to disturb the peace of his earth, and he was sure she wouldn’t be the last.

But unlike the arrogance and maliciousness of prior extraterrestrials, the girl opposite to him seemed almost frightened to be there.

“Oh my, where are my manners?” the massive woman asked, nervously touching the tips of her index fingers together as she hunched her body inward, not that it made her any less imposing. “My name is Laeyla, I’m—I’m an ambassador for the alien species known as the Dimorphi. W-we believe that this planet has incorrectly evolved and we are here to correct it.”

“So, you think you know better than humans, huh?” The Satellite responded, draping his wife over his neck like a koala and cracking his knuckles. “You might look human, but that’s only skin deep!”

“We have liberated a great many worlds since the Dimorphi’s founding. A-and these are not our original forms, we merely adopted them to match the females of whatever dominant species is present on the current planet. I see we did not imitate your forms perfectly, but usually when we travel to a world with any degree of sexual dimorphism, the females of the species are generally larger. We will have to rectify this. Um, s-sorry about that if you don’t like it, but it’s going to happen anyway.”

“Oh yeah?” The Satellite asked, a smile forming across his chiseled jaw as he cooked up the perfect one-liner in response. “Too bad you’ll have to rectify this first!”

He pulled back his fist, preparing to strike the foreign intruders with all of his might. He didn’t have to hold back like he would with petty street criminals, this was a threat that—if left unchecked—would fundamentally change humanity as he knew it. 

But as his fist reached the zenith of its windup, Laeyla disappeared, practically teleporting beside the hero and following his line of sight as if she wished to be an observer. “Ooh, what are you going to rectify?” she asked like an excited spectator. He couldn’t believe it, he’d never seen someone more that fast in his life—and he was the fastest person he knew.

“Hopefully not me,” said a far more deadpan voice descending from above. She was just as large and powerful as Laeyla was, if not a bit burlier. Her biceps bulged as she crossed her arms impatiently over her bountiful, naked bosom. “Though I’d like to see a mere man like him try.”

That enraged The Satellite, and he unleashed his most powerful punch in the new, blonde girl’s direction. She didn’t even flinch as the punch collided with her, but the hero’s face very much did. Every orifice on his head twisted and contorted in pain, mirroring the same fate that had befallen the bones on his hand.

“Mempha! You should be nicer to people!” Laeyla said with a girly pout. “He hurt himself against you for no reason!” 

Mempha rolled her eyes.

“Look, you’re the nice one. That’s why we send you down to do the initial negotiations. And normally I’d respect that, but this little insect of a man nearly dropped his superior,” Mempha remarked with an airy sigh, gingerly cradling Mrs. Care in her hands like a doll made of glass before handing her off to Laeyla.

Had he really? Was he so dumbfounded that he nearly let his wife plummet to her death? She was always so light and dainty it didn’t feel like he was holding much whenever he carried her around, but to lose her entirely… that was a haunting thought. Fortunately for him, she didn’t hold it against her husband.

“L-let go of him!” Mrs. Care demanded, attempting to stand in Laeyla’s hands even though the giantess’ hands were a bit too soft and the heroine struggled to find her footing in the pillowy softness of the alien’s skin. “I’m not his superior! I’m his wife!”

“Those two aren’t mutually exclusive y’know,” Laeyla clarified, staring down at the tiny woman.

“Yeah, and with this guy’s ‘punch first, ask questions later’ attitude, you ought to be the one in charge around here anyways,” Mempha added, bending over to get more up close and personal with Mrs. Care, offering up a patient—yet surprisingly sincere—smile. Even the less enthusiastic of the two invaders seemed to genuinely believe in what she was doing.

The Satellite, not one to give up, once again attempted to attack the woman five times his size. His hand had already recovered thanks to his exceptional healing factor, but one thing regeneration couldn’t account for was him being caught between her massive hands and held by the waist like an exceptionally squirmy little kitty. “Hey! Hey! What the fuck!? Let go of me!”

With the leader of the World Warriors thoroughly restrained, the distress signal was answered quickly. From all angles, the other three members of The Satellite’s leapt into action against the tall intruders like a swarm of insects, working together with perfect synergy emblematic of a hero team with years of history behind them.

Wormholer hopped between his self-generated portals in spacetime like a game of whack-a-mole; The Worthy allowed his mighty sword blessed by the gods to fling him into the sky, swinging it with the resolve of a true warrior; Sputnik, The Satellite’s superdog, barked as she flew past, ready to attack at her assailants with feral, ungraceful bites and chomps. Laeyla and Mempha just stood around awkwardly like two wallflowers at a house party, more confused than threatened by the light show surrounding them.

“Here, hold this, please,” Mempha asked, handing over The Satellite to her associate as if he were no different than a red solo cup. While Wormholer kept his distance, firing ineffectual blasts that bounced harmlessly off the invaders’ bodies, The Worthy charged straight at Mempha, sword aloft as he prepared to stab it directly into her chest.

The ordained warrior’s eyes bulged in his head as his trajectory was halted, with the blonde catching his sword between two fingers. He tried to then pull his weapon from her perfectly-manicured nails, only for it to not budge an inch.

“H-how!? T-that’s impossible! My sword is blessed by the Gods themselves so that only I may wield it!” The Worthy sputtered, fear petrifying him as he gave up trying to retrieve the weapon from a new form of hindrance not even King Arthur could retrieve the sword from. “To anyone else, the sword is said to weigh more than the heavens themselves!”

“Meh, I guess the heavens should be heavier then,” Mempha remarked dryly, using The Worthy’s sword to pick a piece of food from her teeth that had been stuck there since lunchtime. “Anyways, buzz off. You annoy me.” She then flicked her wrist, sending The Worthy careening down to the ground far, far below without his sword to allow him a safe flight. She heard the insect of a man cry out in anguish at his fallen comrade, but it didn’t prompt a reaction out of the blonde beyond a cursory glance.

“How are you holding up over there, Laeyla?” Mempha asked, her question immediately answered as she turned around to look. The massive brunette was gently petting Sputnik the Superdog as the canine lay splayed out along her massive forearm, with Mrs. Care hitching a ride atop Laeyla’s head and The Satellite haphazardly held between the giantess’ bulging thighs.

“Ohmigosh, ohmigosh! The dogs they have here are soooo cute! Can we keep this one? Can we?”

Mempha pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. Her comrade got distracted so easily. “Just… gimme a sec to think about it, alright? I gotta get this guy off of me anyways.”

Wormholer had yet to cease pestering Mempha with his annoying blasts of energy, so she decided to cease him herself. Even though it seemed impossible to catch him due to how little time he actually spent visibly in the same reality, that didn’t stop the giantess from grabbing him. She simply exerted enough force to punch a hole through spacetime and catch Wormholer mid-hop.

He squirmed uselessly in her grasp, summoning portals left and right that he couldn’t possibly reach, much to Mempha’s mild annoyance.

“Ugh, do you have a collar or something to put on this guy to disable his powers?” the blonde asked.

“Nope!” The brunette replied honestly, not taking her eyes off of Sputnik as her thumb gently stroked the dog’s head. “We never invented anything like that!”

“Ah, well, in that case, I’ve got a solution.”

Mempha then casually punched another hole in spacetime, digging around the crack in reality until she retrieved the very collar she was looking for. “Just my luck, in the universe next to us, we did invent something like that!”

She then slapped it on Wormholer, rendering him no different than any other human, much to his easily-ignorable chagrin. “Alright, that’s all of your superteam taken care of, right?” 

The Satellite didn’t dare dignify that with a response, but based on the hopelessness of Mrs. Care’s face, Mempha knew her assertion was correct. She nodded at Laeyla, then the two monolithic women looked up into the sky and nodded.

The stratosphere became choked with massive, muscle bound female aliens, blocking out the sun more effectively than any cloud layer as they descended onto the planet below. 

The Satellite always feared that the apocalypse might come someday, that there would eventually be a threat to humanity even he couldn’t overcome. But no one could’ve predicted it would go down like this.

“Listen here, you monsters,” The Satellite declared, staring both of his adversaries down with a fearsome glare. “You may have beaten my team, you may have briefly restrained me, but you’re going to have to kill me if you think I’m just going to give up and let you conquer this world. I am The Satellite. I will never give up.”

He looked to his wife, a glimmer of hope appearing in her wet eyes. That was all he needed to convince himself.

“You finished?” Mempha asked, not exactly impressed by his speech. “It’s kinda hard to take you seriously when you’re sandwiched in between Laeyla’s thighs.”

That prompted a cute giggle from the brunette.

“Then free me and fight me yourself, coward!” The Satellite demanded.

“Nah, I don’t want to entertain the ramblings of a meager man any longer,” Mempha said, definitively finishing off the conversation by leaning forward and dealing a devastating flick to The Satellite’s forehead, knocking him out cold.

~

The Satellite awoke to a fingerprint the size of his forehead gently rubbing his temple. Before his eyes could adjust or his ears could make sense of the warbles of sound around him, he was already in fight-or-flight mode—and flight was winning, much as he didn’t want to admit it.

Another one of those horrid alien women was tending to him! They were probably going to put some sort of obedience chip in his brain! Or worse, lower.

He didn’t manage to get very far before a pair of massive breasts blocked the way. He collided headfirst into their smooth, creamy perfection, being launched away as if he struck a bumper in a pinball machine. He fell from the air like a plane in a tailspin, only to be caught within the safe confines of a massive woman’s open palms.

He thrashed and writhed within the hands as he regained more of his consciousness. The last thing he wanted was to be captured again, his limbs restricted from movement as he had been before. He just wanted to see his wife, to feel her touch.

But then, The Satellite felt an eerily familiar sensation as the titanic woman touched his forehead again with her finger. A calmness washed over his mind, restoring his faded vision and dull ears. Healing magic. Mrs. Care’s healing magic.

“B-Betty?!” the hero blurted out her true name, his eyes focusing on the unmistakable beauty of his wife’s face, even as it was attached to a naked body and a towering size that were both foreign to him. Previously, Mrs. Care had been a rather small, demure woman, disliking it when she took up much space. She never wore high heels, and for this she was never an inch over four feet of height. This contrasted with The Satellite’s six and a half feet of height to the point where he had to bend down just to kiss her.

Now, he’d have to fly up to a second-story building just to kiss her.

“Yes, Thaddeus, it’s me,” Mrs. Care replied cheerfully, using her husband’s real name in turn. She sheepishly closed her eyes and rubbed the back of her neck, The Satellite’s heart skipping a beat as he observed her bicep exploding with muscle as she did so. “Haha, sorry for freaking you out once you woke up. It’s only been a day since the Dimorphi took over the world and gave me this body, but it already feels like it’s been so long since our first encounter with them.”

That reminder roused Thaddeus back into action. He pushed his speed to the limit to reach the enlarged exit of the room he and his wife resided in, only for him to once again ram headfirst into Betty’s prodigious bosom only to be caught by her. Somehow, Mrs. Care had beat him to the door.

“Wh—honey!? Get out of the way! I’ve got to save the world! Oh no… no, no, no! Don’t tell me they’ve brainwashed you or forced you to give up your soul for that body…”

Seeing that her husband was legitimately distressed, Betty scooped him up into a loving hug. His torso was pressed into her similarly-sized cheek, his heart rate calming as he felt the nostalgic softness of her face amped up to an insane degree. A part of him deep down wanted to admit that she was prettier now than ever before, but he wasn’t ready to accept that the world had changed and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Thaddeus, honey, they didn’t brainwash me or anything of the sort. I chose this body all of my own accord. Here, I’m going to put you down so we can walk around outside, okay? Then I can explain to you how crazy the last 24 hours have been for me.”

Like an overwhelmed cat, The Satellite begrudgingly accepted his wife’s demands, nodding silently as he wished to be put on the floor. However, after Mrs. Care did so, he illuminated one specific concern of his. “Wait, so you’re just going to go outside… naked?”

Betty giggled, that all-too-familiar giggle that came usually when Thaddeus acted silly on purpose. “Oh, Thaddy, like I said, it’s been a pretty crazy 24 hours. You’ll just have to trust me on this one.”

The Satellite might as well have been warped to another dimension, with the sun in the sky the only thing he recognized. Even with his advanced brain that could breeze through books like a windstorm in seconds, it took him almost fifteen seconds to recognize that he was back in New York City. The skyscrapers stretched past the clouds, adjusted accordingly for the new average height for women.

Perhaps he could ignore the elephant in the room no longer, that being the elephant-surpassing women that commanded his attention everywhere he looked. Walking with their smaller male compatriots on the ground, creating air traffic as groups flew around buildings, posing for photographs as the novelty of their buff, buxom bodies hadn’t yet worn off. Thaddeus couldn’t tell how many were enhanced human women or members of the Dimorphi who chose to stick around. Either way, it seemed as though.

“Oh my goodness! Betty!” An older woman said, though her age was only evident from a gray streak in her hair. She descended from the sky, as naked as any other woman in sight, minus a droll little bow tying up her hair like Minnie Mouse.

“Carol! Hiiiii! Oh my, it’s so lovely to see you!” Betty responded in kind, flying up to meet her friend halfway for a naked hug in the sky. The Satellite averted his gaze, his cheeks turning crimson at the casual display of lewdness. “God, it’s been, what?”

“Ages, right?” Carol said with a flippant flip of her hand.

“Must’ve been! I can’t remember the last time we properly had some time to spend together!”

“Well, now that my Cancer’s gone, I feel like I can finally spend some time to hang out without having to worry about making enough money to support my treatments!”

“And I must say, you look fantastic!”

Carol laughed. “And you don’t look so bad yourself. If it weren’t for my newfound exceptional eyesight, I don’t think I would’ve recognized you!”

“Hahaha, Oh Carol, you scamp. You’ve met my husband, right? The former superhero? Thaddeus, this is Carol!” Betty said, directing her tiny husband’s attention to the other massive woman. He immediately went from feeling third wheeled to worried, and his secret identity being casually dropped by his wife became the least of his problems.

“F-former superhero!? Since when!?” Thaddeus asked, flying up to his wife’s height just so he was sure he heard her correctly.

“Since yesterday, Thad,” came another voice who The Satellite never thought would be talking to him like that.

He whisked around to see The Worthy sitting comfortably on Laeyla’s shoulder like a parrot, the two of them immediately giving off a lovey-dovey vibe despite only just meeting a day ago.

“The Worthy!? You’re still alive!? I thought I watched you fall to your death!” The Satellite asked, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, Laeyla actually made sure I didn’t fall to my death, she just moved so fast I just don’t think you noticed, isn’t that right, my little pookie?” The couple shared a cute laugh as Laeyla turned her head to rub noses with her smaller lover, even if her nose vastly eclipsed his. “Oh, and it’s just Worthington now. Heh, but I’ll finally get a last name once our marriage goes through.” He rubbed underneath Laeyla’s chin for some additional lovey-dovey cuteness. “I guess you could keep your hero name if you want, but we’re disbanding the World Warriors regardless.”

“D-disbanded!?” Thaddeus exclaimed in disbelief. Betty held her head in her hand. She had been afraid something like this would happen, but knew it would be better if her husband saw it all for himself. “Wait, so… all of you are just alright with extraterrestrials showing up and taking over our world!?”

Betty, Carol, Worthington and Laeyla all looked amongst themselves, then looked back at Thaddeus to nod in tandem.

“I mean, yeah? They made it better. Not even really a debate there,” Worthington said.

“But men are inferior!” Thaddeus shot back as if it were obvious.

“Maybe in size, sure, but they have all the same rights and freedoms, it’s just that now, women are in charge. Also they’re all much larger. It’s a nice change of pace from what the world used to be,” Carol remarked wistfully, looking to the sky with a smile as she felt the sun on her face.

“B-but, crime will still run rampant! Just because there’s a grace period doesn’t mean we’ll never need superheroes again!”

Betty just shook her head. “Oh, honey… there’s no reason for anyone to commit crime. Money’s been abolished now that women no longer need to eat or sleep, and the women see to it that the men are cared for. Honestly, it’s a much better system than whatever we were doing prior.”

“Yeah, I can’t even imagine you all living without it!” Laeyla added. “Like, what did you all do when there was a resource shortage?”

“Oh, damn, I guess we waged wars over it…” Thaddeus admitted sheepishly, realizing that he was playing devil’s advocate for a now-inferior evolution of his species. “Then again, what if men thought they were being treated unfairly? Would their voices be heard?”

Betty scooped her lover up into a tight hug, her muscles soothing Thaddeus like a soft blanket. “Babe, I’m your wife, I’ll make sure your voice is heard. Especially since my advanced hearing can detect you from halfway across the globe.”

In that moment, all of Thaddeus’ fears melted away, and he too melted into his wife’s loving embrace. If he couldn’t be The Satellite, protector of the Earth, then maybe Thaddeus, husband of Betty, would work out just fine.

“Oh my, and just wait until you see what our kids are up to, dear! They’ve already begun terraforming Mars!”

Thaddeus, father of two thirty-foot-tall twin girls, however, would take some getting used to.