Want to charge themselves
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
an188
"I am so fucking over junk food," Glitz growled, wiping a streak of electric-blue drool from her chin with the back of her hand. The mucus sizzled where it hit the dirt, leaving tiny craters that smoked like spent matches. Her stomach cramped—not hunger, but something deeper, cellular—like her bones were hollowing out to make room for pure voltage.
Glam's fingers were already curling around another car battery's terminals when Glitz seized her wrist. The contact sent a visible current snapping between their skin—not painful, but thirsty. Glitz jerked her chin toward the chain-link perimeter, where the real prize hummed: a municipal transformer the size of a shipping container, its warning signs flashing yellow in the twilight.
"Batteries are appetizers," Glitz rasped, electric-blue drool spilling down her chin in thick, crackling strands. Her pupils had dilated into black voids rimmed with neon fractals, the hunger twisting her voice into something guttural.
The transformer hummed like a god in chains. The chain-link fence bowed outward as Glam gripped two posts and pulled, her biceps flexing with unnatural smoothness. Metal groaned, then snapped with a shower of sparks as the gap widened wide enough for them to slip through. The smell hit them first—hot copper and ozone, thick enough to taste. The transformer's warning signs flickered faster as they approached, its vibrations syncing with the arrhythmia in Glitz's ribs.
Glitz licked her lips, tasting static on her tongue. "Last one to overload is a rotten egg," she breathed—then lunged for the cables before the words finished leaving her mouth.
Glam caught her by the ponytail, yanking her back with a snarl. "Cheating doesn't count, sparky." Their fingers tangled around the same exposed wire, knuckles pressing together in a silent war for dominance before Glam smirked and twisted—snapping the cable clean in half. Raw voltage arced between the severed ends like a neon noose.
Their eyes rolled back in perfect unison, tongues lolling as the first surge hit—not the controlled trickle of scavenged batteries, but the full, unfiltered wrath of the city grid. Electricity detonated up their arms in cyan-and-violet coronas, searing through synapses, melting inhibitions, liquefying their bones only to rebuild them better. Glitz came first, her scream atomizing into static as her spine bowed backward at an impossible angle, thighs quaking around nothing. Glam followed a half-second later, teeth gritted around a moan that shook the transformer's casing, her free hand clawing at her own ribs as if trying to tear the pleasure out.
They grew fast.
Glitz's neon-lit veins bulged first, her skin stretching tight over suddenly swelling muscle—shoulders broadening, biceps splitting the seams of her shredded top, thighs thickening until her fishnets groaned and split like overfilled sausage casings. Her mohawk lengthened into a wild electric-blue mane as her spine crackled upward, adding foot after foot to her height. The orgasm never stopped—it couldn't—her clit throbbing visibly through the tattered remains of her shorts with each new surge of power, her hips jerking involuntarily as her cunt milked nothing but air and sparks.
Glam's transformation was silkier—her waist narrowing impossibly as her hips flared, her ass swelling to eclipse the ruined fabric of her jester skirt. Her detached sleeve fluttered away as deltoids rounded like polished boulders, her teal ponytail now a river of liquid midnight cascading down the new canyon of her flexed back. When she threw her head back, her scream atomized into harmonic feedback, the sound shaking loose rivets from the transformer as her tits surged upward—heavy, perfect, tipped with nipples that arced violet lightning into Glitz's twitching abs.
Glitz's thighs rippled, quadriceps splitting into twin mountains of electric-blue muscle that threatened to eclipse her waist. Her shredded shorts surrendered entirely as her ass inflated—not just round, but engineered, each cheek flexing independently with the raw kinetic energy crackling beneath golden-brown skin. When she shifted her weight, the motion sent a visible shockwave through her glutes, the sheer mass jiggling for a full three seconds before settling. Her waist nipped in ludicrously between the volcanic swell of hips and chest, her navel now a swirling vortex of cyan energy that pulsed in time with her engorged clit. The mohawk ponytail lashed like a live wire, bioluminescent teal stripes glowing brighter with every static-laced breath.
Glam's transformation was worse—because it was elegant. Her spine elongated into a predatory curve, ribcage expanding to accommodate lungs that hummed with violet plasma. The detached sleeve of her crop top fluttered uselessly as her tits achieved cartoonish proportions—each orb larger than her head, jutting forward with impossible perkiness, nipples now crackling tesla coils that spat miniature lightning storms with every shuddering breath. Her waist cinched smaller, hips sproinging outward with an audible pop that made Glitz howl with laughter—until she realized her own proportions were equally ridiculous. The sisters now loomed over the wreckage at nine feet tall, their shadows stretching across the junkyard like skyscrapers made of sex and violence.
The transformer shuddered between them, its casing groaning as arcs of stray voltage spiderwebbed across its surface. It wasn't just feeding them anymore—it was mating with them, the machine's rhythmic pulses syncing obscenely with the contractions rippling through their cunts. Glitz's thighs—thicker than telephone poles now—quivered as another orgasm tore through her, her pussy gushing thick ropes of electric-blue cum that splattered across the dirt like someone had tipped over a neon paint bucket. She barely noticed; her brain had short-circuited into a feedback loop of moremoremore, her entire existence reduced to the delicious friction of Glam's fingers still buried inside her, the transformer's vibrations pounding against her clit like a thousand flickering tongues.
Glam came an instant later—not gracefully, but violently, her back arching so far her teal ponytail brushed the backs of her knees. Violet lightning erupted from her nipples in twin geysers, her cunt pulsing around nothing as she splurged her own luminescent load straight onto the transformer's ruptured guts. The metal screamed under the assault, melting into slag between their thighs, but neither sister cared. They were too busy cumming, their shared climaxes triggering a chain reaction that made their veins glow like overloaded power lines, their skin stretched taut over muscles that flexed and bulged with every convulsion.
Then—silence. Just their ragged breathing, the occasional spark fizzling between their sweat-slicked bodies.
Glitz was the first to move, peeling herself off the wreckage with a groan that crackled like a bad radio signal. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin—no, not just rippled. They swelled, bulging in impossible, hyper-defined waves that made her arms look like braided steel cables wrapped in glowing neon veins.
Glam followed, slower, savoring the way her own body unfolded like a predator stretching after a kill. Her ribs—no, her entire torso—had reconfigured into something sleek and monstrous, her waist nipped in obscenely between the flare of her hips and the shelf of her electric-swollen tits. She flexed one arm, watching the bicep surge with a thickness that would’ve made a bodybuilder weep. Her skin shimmered, still crackling with residual voltage, and when she laughed—low, deliberate—it came out warped, layered with a dozen harmonic echoes that buzzed like a downed power line.
Glitz was already groping herself, fingers sinking into the striated granite of her own abs before sliding lower to palm the ridiculous, vein-corded bulk of her thighs. Her shorts had disintegrated, leaving only tattered straps clinging to hips that could’ve cracked a watermelon. "Fuck me sideways," she breathed, voice skipping like a scratched record between octaves. "Look at this *dump truck* I’m hauling now!" She slapped her own ass—the impact sounded like a transformer exploding—and the resulting jiggle sent shockwaves through the junkyard, toppling a stack of rusted oil drums.
They...
Glam's fingers were already curling around another car battery's terminals when Glitz seized her wrist. The contact sent a visible current snapping between their skin—not painful, but thirsty. Glitz jerked her chin toward the chain-link perimeter, where the real prize hummed: a municipal transformer the size of a shipping container, its warning signs flashing yellow in the twilight.
"Batteries are appetizers," Glitz rasped, electric-blue drool spilling down her chin in thick, crackling strands. Her pupils had dilated into black voids rimmed with neon fractals, the hunger twisting her voice into something guttural.
The transformer hummed like a god in chains. The chain-link fence bowed outward as Glam gripped two posts and pulled, her biceps flexing with unnatural smoothness. Metal groaned, then snapped with a shower of sparks as the gap widened wide enough for them to slip through. The smell hit them first—hot copper and ozone, thick enough to taste. The transformer's warning signs flickered faster as they approached, its vibrations syncing with the arrhythmia in Glitz's ribs.
Glitz licked her lips, tasting static on her tongue. "Last one to overload is a rotten egg," she breathed—then lunged for the cables before the words finished leaving her mouth.
Glam caught her by the ponytail, yanking her back with a snarl. "Cheating doesn't count, sparky." Their fingers tangled around the same exposed wire, knuckles pressing together in a silent war for dominance before Glam smirked and twisted—snapping the cable clean in half. Raw voltage arced between the severed ends like a neon noose.
Their eyes rolled back in perfect unison, tongues lolling as the first surge hit—not the controlled trickle of scavenged batteries, but the full, unfiltered wrath of the city grid. Electricity detonated up their arms in cyan-and-violet coronas, searing through synapses, melting inhibitions, liquefying their bones only to rebuild them better. Glitz came first, her scream atomizing into static as her spine bowed backward at an impossible angle, thighs quaking around nothing. Glam followed a half-second later, teeth gritted around a moan that shook the transformer's casing, her free hand clawing at her own ribs as if trying to tear the pleasure out.
They grew fast.
Glitz's neon-lit veins bulged first, her skin stretching tight over suddenly swelling muscle—shoulders broadening, biceps splitting the seams of her shredded top, thighs thickening until her fishnets groaned and split like overfilled sausage casings. Her mohawk lengthened into a wild electric-blue mane as her spine crackled upward, adding foot after foot to her height. The orgasm never stopped—it couldn't—her clit throbbing visibly through the tattered remains of her shorts with each new surge of power, her hips jerking involuntarily as her cunt milked nothing but air and sparks.
Glam's transformation was silkier—her waist narrowing impossibly as her hips flared, her ass swelling to eclipse the ruined fabric of her jester skirt. Her detached sleeve fluttered away as deltoids rounded like polished boulders, her teal ponytail now a river of liquid midnight cascading down the new canyon of her flexed back. When she threw her head back, her scream atomized into harmonic feedback, the sound shaking loose rivets from the transformer as her tits surged upward—heavy, perfect, tipped with nipples that arced violet lightning into Glitz's twitching abs.
Glitz's thighs rippled, quadriceps splitting into twin mountains of electric-blue muscle that threatened to eclipse her waist. Her shredded shorts surrendered entirely as her ass inflated—not just round, but engineered, each cheek flexing independently with the raw kinetic energy crackling beneath golden-brown skin. When she shifted her weight, the motion sent a visible shockwave through her glutes, the sheer mass jiggling for a full three seconds before settling. Her waist nipped in ludicrously between the volcanic swell of hips and chest, her navel now a swirling vortex of cyan energy that pulsed in time with her engorged clit. The mohawk ponytail lashed like a live wire, bioluminescent teal stripes glowing brighter with every static-laced breath.
Glam's transformation was worse—because it was elegant. Her spine elongated into a predatory curve, ribcage expanding to accommodate lungs that hummed with violet plasma. The detached sleeve of her crop top fluttered uselessly as her tits achieved cartoonish proportions—each orb larger than her head, jutting forward with impossible perkiness, nipples now crackling tesla coils that spat miniature lightning storms with every shuddering breath. Her waist cinched smaller, hips sproinging outward with an audible pop that made Glitz howl with laughter—until she realized her own proportions were equally ridiculous. The sisters now loomed over the wreckage at nine feet tall, their shadows stretching across the junkyard like skyscrapers made of sex and violence.
The transformer shuddered between them, its casing groaning as arcs of stray voltage spiderwebbed across its surface. It wasn't just feeding them anymore—it was mating with them, the machine's rhythmic pulses syncing obscenely with the contractions rippling through their cunts. Glitz's thighs—thicker than telephone poles now—quivered as another orgasm tore through her, her pussy gushing thick ropes of electric-blue cum that splattered across the dirt like someone had tipped over a neon paint bucket. She barely noticed; her brain had short-circuited into a feedback loop of moremoremore, her entire existence reduced to the delicious friction of Glam's fingers still buried inside her, the transformer's vibrations pounding against her clit like a thousand flickering tongues.
Glam came an instant later—not gracefully, but violently, her back arching so far her teal ponytail brushed the backs of her knees. Violet lightning erupted from her nipples in twin geysers, her cunt pulsing around nothing as she splurged her own luminescent load straight onto the transformer's ruptured guts. The metal screamed under the assault, melting into slag between their thighs, but neither sister cared. They were too busy cumming, their shared climaxes triggering a chain reaction that made their veins glow like overloaded power lines, their skin stretched taut over muscles that flexed and bulged with every convulsion.
Then—silence. Just their ragged breathing, the occasional spark fizzling between their sweat-slicked bodies.
Glitz was the first to move, peeling herself off the wreckage with a groan that crackled like a bad radio signal. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin—no, not just rippled. They swelled, bulging in impossible, hyper-defined waves that made her arms look like braided steel cables wrapped in glowing neon veins.
Glam followed, slower, savoring the way her own body unfolded like a predator stretching after a kill. Her ribs—no, her entire torso—had reconfigured into something sleek and monstrous, her waist nipped in obscenely between the flare of her hips and the shelf of her electric-swollen tits. She flexed one arm, watching the bicep surge with a thickness that would’ve made a bodybuilder weep. Her skin shimmered, still crackling with residual voltage, and when she laughed—low, deliberate—it came out warped, layered with a dozen harmonic echoes that buzzed like a downed power line.
Glitz was already groping herself, fingers sinking into the striated granite of her own abs before sliding lower to palm the ridiculous, vein-corded bulk of her thighs. Her shorts had disintegrated, leaving only tattered straps clinging to hips that could’ve cracked a watermelon. "Fuck me sideways," she breathed, voice skipping like a scratched record between octaves. "Look at this *dump truck* I’m hauling now!" She slapped her own ass—the impact sounded like a transformer exploding—and the resulting jiggle sent shockwaves through the junkyard, toppling a stack of rusted oil drums.
They...
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