Supercharge bitches
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
an188
The restroom stall reeked of bleach and bad decisions, but neither sister gave a single fuck. Glitz was still buzzing from the car-battery binge, silver hair crackling faintly at the tips, daphne-blue skin practically glowing with fresh voltage. She licked her glossy black lips like she’d just tasted the world’s most expensive sin.
“Fuck it, Glam. I don’t care about anything right now except how horny I am. Like, stupid, dripping, ‘I-will-ride-you-in-a-gas-station-toilet’ horny.”
She leaned in, all predatory grace and zero shame, crowding her sister against the tiled wall. This wasn’t their first bathroom quickie and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. The second her fingertips brushed Glam’s waist, a bright blue-white arc snapped between them—harmless, sizzling, beautiful. Both sisters’ eyes widened in pure, rapturous delight.
“Ooh, that tickles in the best way,” Glitz purred.
Glam’s smirk was pure filth. “Feels like foreplay from the power grid itself.”
Glitz dove in for the kiss—deep, wet, tongue-first. The moment their black lips touched, ZAP! A full electric blast hurled them apart like they’d been slapped by a live wire. They slammed against opposite walls of the stall, stunned but unhurt.
“The fuck?!” Glitz yelped, silver ponytail whipping.
Glam blinked, then burst out laughing. “Well, darling, it seems we overcharged ourselves. Our bodies are throwing a tantrum because we’re too fucking full of juice. Cute. Annoying. But mostly cute.”
Glitz tried again—same hungry lunge, same delicious intent—ZAP! Another blast sent her stumbling back, ass hitting the toilet lid with a metallic clank.
“Goddammit, I just wanna tongue-fuck my sister in peace!” she snarled, half-laughing, half-frustrated.
Glam closed her eyes, tilted her head, and went perfectly still. For ten long seconds she simply listened to her own body—the hum in her veins, the crackle under her skin, the brand-new pathways lighting up like a city at midnight. A slow, wicked, I-know-something-you-don’t smile spread across her face.
Glitz tapped her foot impatiently. “Hello? Earth to Glam? What the hell is going on in that evil little head of yours?”
Glam’s electric-blue eyes snapped open, sly and sparkling. “I’ll explain when we’re back in the room, baby. Right now… I know a much faster way home.”
She stepped close again—this time careful not to kiss—and pressed their bodies together, big, hard breasts squishing against bigger, harder breasts. Glam’s lips brushed Glitz’s ear, wet tongue sliding along the shell in one long, sensual lick.
“Just think about the ugly lamp on the nightstand in our hotel room,” she whispered, voice dripping pure sex. “Picture it. Want it.”
Glitz opened her mouth to ask what the fuck that meant—then Glam raised one long, manicured finger, unscrewed the cheap overhead bulb, and shoved her fingertip straight into the live socket.
FWOOSH
Glam’s entire body dissolved into a blazing ribbon of electric blue-white current and was sucked into the wiring with a crackling pop.
Glitz stared at the empty socket, jaw hanging. “What the actual shit— Glam?! Babe?! Did you just… turn into fucking electricity?!”
She peered into the socket like she expected to see her sister waving from inside the bulb. Nothing. Just wires and a faint ozone smell.
Glitz took a shaky breath. “Okay. Okay. Think about the lamp. Just… think about the lamp.” She shoved her own long, electric-blue talon into the socket, pictured their shitty hotel room lamp with all her might—
CRACKLE—
Her body exploded into pure current. The world became light, speed, and raw power. She shot through copper veins at the speed of lightning—zipping up the restroom wiring, bursting into the building’s main panel, rocketing along the street’s underground cables, leaping from pole to pole like a living bolt. Streetlights flickered as she passed. A traffic camera glitched. She screamed the entire way but the sound came out as pure static. Then—POP—she slammed back into solid form inside their hotel room, stumbling forward and catching herself on the dresser.
Glam was already there—completely naked, lounging on the sagging couch like a blue-skinned pin-up from a wet dream, one leg draped over the armrest, cocktail glass in hand, silver hair fanned out dramatically.
“Took you long enough, slowpoke,” she drawled, swirling the glass. “Now… how about we finally have that sex you were begging for?”
Glitz didn’t even bother answering with words. She ripped her too-tight crop top and skirt off in two savage motions, breasts bouncing free, and pounced.
They crashed together on the couch—mouths devouring, hands groping, bodies grinding in a frantic, electric tangle. Fingers plunged deep, curling, pumping, teasing that perfect spot until both sisters were moaning like porn stars. Breasts pressed and rubbed, nipples hard as diamonds, hips rolling in perfect filthy rhythm.
“Splurge!”
Thick ropes of glowing electric blue-green cum jetted from both of them at once, splattering thighs and couch cushions.
“Spluurge!”
Another powerful, sticky wave, painting abs and breasts in glossy electric streaks.
“Spluuurge!”
The final gush left them shaking, screaming each other’s names as the orgasm ripped through every overcharged nerve.
They collapsed into a sweaty, glowing cuddle pile, trading slow, wet, lazy kisses—tongues sliding, saliva stretching in blue-green strands.
Glitz nuzzled Glam’s neck, still panting. “Okay, genius. What the actual fuck just happened?”
Glam smirked against her lips. “We overcharged ourselves, baby. The transformation didn’t just give us powers—it turned us into living electricity. When we stuffed ourselves full with those car batteries, we unlocked something new. We can literally become current and ride the grid. We’re not just enhanced humans anymore… we’re something entirely different. Something better.”
Glitz kissed her deeper, tongue slow and filthy. “Mmm. Immense potential. We’re not regular bitches anymore. We’re fucking gods in blue skin.”
What do the Glam Sisters do next?
1. Glam convinces Glitz that they need to learn more about their bodies and powers before they commit any more crimes—test the new electricity-travel trick, figure out limits, train in private.
2. Glitz convinces Glam to commit at least enough burglaries to move to a better hotel—cash, luxury, and a real bed before they start playing mad scientist with their new god-mode abilities.
“Fuck it, Glam. I don’t care about anything right now except how horny I am. Like, stupid, dripping, ‘I-will-ride-you-in-a-gas-station-toilet’ horny.”
She leaned in, all predatory grace and zero shame, crowding her sister against the tiled wall. This wasn’t their first bathroom quickie and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. The second her fingertips brushed Glam’s waist, a bright blue-white arc snapped between them—harmless, sizzling, beautiful. Both sisters’ eyes widened in pure, rapturous delight.
“Ooh, that tickles in the best way,” Glitz purred.
Glam’s smirk was pure filth. “Feels like foreplay from the power grid itself.”
Glitz dove in for the kiss—deep, wet, tongue-first. The moment their black lips touched, ZAP! A full electric blast hurled them apart like they’d been slapped by a live wire. They slammed against opposite walls of the stall, stunned but unhurt.
“The fuck?!” Glitz yelped, silver ponytail whipping.
Glam blinked, then burst out laughing. “Well, darling, it seems we overcharged ourselves. Our bodies are throwing a tantrum because we’re too fucking full of juice. Cute. Annoying. But mostly cute.”
Glitz tried again—same hungry lunge, same delicious intent—ZAP! Another blast sent her stumbling back, ass hitting the toilet lid with a metallic clank.
“Goddammit, I just wanna tongue-fuck my sister in peace!” she snarled, half-laughing, half-frustrated.
Glam closed her eyes, tilted her head, and went perfectly still. For ten long seconds she simply listened to her own body—the hum in her veins, the crackle under her skin, the brand-new pathways lighting up like a city at midnight. A slow, wicked, I-know-something-you-don’t smile spread across her face.
Glitz tapped her foot impatiently. “Hello? Earth to Glam? What the hell is going on in that evil little head of yours?”
Glam’s electric-blue eyes snapped open, sly and sparkling. “I’ll explain when we’re back in the room, baby. Right now… I know a much faster way home.”
She stepped close again—this time careful not to kiss—and pressed their bodies together, big, hard breasts squishing against bigger, harder breasts. Glam’s lips brushed Glitz’s ear, wet tongue sliding along the shell in one long, sensual lick.
“Just think about the ugly lamp on the nightstand in our hotel room,” she whispered, voice dripping pure sex. “Picture it. Want it.”
Glitz opened her mouth to ask what the fuck that meant—then Glam raised one long, manicured finger, unscrewed the cheap overhead bulb, and shoved her fingertip straight into the live socket.
FWOOSH
Glam’s entire body dissolved into a blazing ribbon of electric blue-white current and was sucked into the wiring with a crackling pop.
Glitz stared at the empty socket, jaw hanging. “What the actual shit— Glam?! Babe?! Did you just… turn into fucking electricity?!”
She peered into the socket like she expected to see her sister waving from inside the bulb. Nothing. Just wires and a faint ozone smell.
Glitz took a shaky breath. “Okay. Okay. Think about the lamp. Just… think about the lamp.” She shoved her own long, electric-blue talon into the socket, pictured their shitty hotel room lamp with all her might—
CRACKLE—
Her body exploded into pure current. The world became light, speed, and raw power. She shot through copper veins at the speed of lightning—zipping up the restroom wiring, bursting into the building’s main panel, rocketing along the street’s underground cables, leaping from pole to pole like a living bolt. Streetlights flickered as she passed. A traffic camera glitched. She screamed the entire way but the sound came out as pure static. Then—POP—she slammed back into solid form inside their hotel room, stumbling forward and catching herself on the dresser.
Glam was already there—completely naked, lounging on the sagging couch like a blue-skinned pin-up from a wet dream, one leg draped over the armrest, cocktail glass in hand, silver hair fanned out dramatically.
“Took you long enough, slowpoke,” she drawled, swirling the glass. “Now… how about we finally have that sex you were begging for?”
Glitz didn’t even bother answering with words. She ripped her too-tight crop top and skirt off in two savage motions, breasts bouncing free, and pounced.
They crashed together on the couch—mouths devouring, hands groping, bodies grinding in a frantic, electric tangle. Fingers plunged deep, curling, pumping, teasing that perfect spot until both sisters were moaning like porn stars. Breasts pressed and rubbed, nipples hard as diamonds, hips rolling in perfect filthy rhythm.
“Splurge!”
Thick ropes of glowing electric blue-green cum jetted from both of them at once, splattering thighs and couch cushions.
“Spluurge!”
Another powerful, sticky wave, painting abs and breasts in glossy electric streaks.
“Spluuurge!”
The final gush left them shaking, screaming each other’s names as the orgasm ripped through every overcharged nerve.
They collapsed into a sweaty, glowing cuddle pile, trading slow, wet, lazy kisses—tongues sliding, saliva stretching in blue-green strands.
Glitz nuzzled Glam’s neck, still panting. “Okay, genius. What the actual fuck just happened?”
Glam smirked against her lips. “We overcharged ourselves, baby. The transformation didn’t just give us powers—it turned us into living electricity. When we stuffed ourselves full with those car batteries, we unlocked something new. We can literally become current and ride the grid. We’re not just enhanced humans anymore… we’re something entirely different. Something better.”
Glitz kissed her deeper, tongue slow and filthy. “Mmm. Immense potential. We’re not regular bitches anymore. We’re fucking gods in blue skin.”
What do the Glam Sisters do next?
1. Glam convinces Glitz that they need to learn more about their bodies and powers before they commit any more crimes—test the new electricity-travel trick, figure out limits, train in private.
2. Glitz convinces Glam to commit at least enough burglaries to move to a better hotel—cash, luxury, and a real bed before they start playing mad scientist with their new god-mode abilities.
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