Gamma Woman and Gamma Girl

"This episode was brought to you by Super Stud, the official Green Tech partner. Super Stud–in a store near you." Clarissa Smith was munching down popcorn as the advertisement played on the living room TV. She was lounging on the couch, still dressed in her sleep wear. It consisted of a pink bra for her flat chest and white panties with pink spots for her tight but petite butt.

"Clarissa, it is past noon. You should be dressed by now." Amber Smith chided her daughter. She was vacuuming the living room, sucking up pieces of popcorn that was strewn around the couch.

"There's mo point in getting dressed into regular clothes men me just have to switch out of them soon anymway." Clarissa said while trying to shove a big handful of popcorn into her mouth, dropping some on the floor in the process. Afterwards she wiped her hand on the back of her panties.

"Real classy." Amber re-vacumed the floor with a sigh. She noticed what was playing on the TV. "Young lady, don't tell me you're watching that Super Stump nonsense?"

"It's called Super Stud, mom, how do you not know that? And it's just an ad. A really fucking long one."

"Language! I swear, the fact that those ladies willingly flaunt around on TV like that is beyond me. And they call themselves superheroes?"

"You're just old fashioned, mom. Super Stud is the new big thing. Everyone is taking about it."

"You know, back in my day, superheroines didn't have to rely on their looks to do good work."

Clarissa rolled her eyes. "Mom, the newest memeber of Super Stud is literally older than you. You can't just blame everything you don't like on gen-Z." She pointed a finger on the screen, where a third consecutive Super Stud add was playing, introducing the brand's new sexy "Sugar Granny", Green Metal.

"What? That can't be right. Green Metal is a veteran. Sure she was always a free soul and a bachelorette, but to join a group like that? Something is not right. "

"Maybe you're just being too judgy, mom. This thing is growing pretty mainstream. Many big supers have already joined. If Super Stud was as sketchy as you made it out to be, people wouldn't keep joining, and it wouldn't be allowed to run adds on TV."

"Maybe..."

The Super Stud add explaining each member's role through a jingle, suddenly switched off to show an urgent news segment. "An unexpected earthquake is hitting the country. We advice every citizen living in the areas marked on this map to evacuate. The earthquake is believed to be the the work of supervillain Crazy Quake‐."

"That's our que. Suit up, Gamma Girl," said Amber.

Clarissa was one step ahead of her mother, already having pulled out a costume from under the sofa. Only wearing her underwear, she immediately began pulling the spandex shorts up her legs. "Don't slow us down, mom."

Amber ran to her room, stripping off items of clothing while moving. When in her room, the woman was in just her bra and panties. She opened a box in her closet, pulled out the onepiece spandex costume inside and put it on. She first struggled to push the stretchy fabric past her wide hips, before coming to a complete stop trying to surmount her chest. "Oh my, have I gained weight again?"

"Mom! We need to go!" was shouted from the living room.

"Coming." Briefly glowing green, Amber activated her super powers and grew just her arms to the size of a giant's. Using her newfound strength, she **** the unwilling fabric over her mammaries. She huffed slightly as the fabrick squeezed her breasts uncomfortably. "Having a shrinking power would make this much easier." With no time to waste, she ran back to the living room.

"Finally. Could you be any slower?" Clarissa was tapping her foot impatiently.

"Sorry, I had some trouble with my outfit. Do I look decent?"

She did not. Her black onepiece was meant to cover everything from the neck to her knees. Because her chest protruded so far, a cleavage window was created exposing a fraction of her milkers. A fraction of something that big of course amounting to a prominent shelf of boob-flesh. And her suit stretched so thin that the areas it were covering were lewdly displayed anyway. The outline of her underwear was plainly visible beneath the fabric.

"Sure, you look fine, Gamma Woman. Now let's go!"

"Wait. Gamma Girl, what did you do to your costume?" Amber looked with disapproval at her daughter's matching costume. The fabric was in no way stretched thin by her petite frame, but the shorts that were supposed to end at the knees had been cut to barely cover her cute butt. What was supposed to be a onepiece had also been cut i two, showing of her her midriff. "You're not leaving the house like that, young lady!"

Gamma Girl glowed green and ran out the door at minature size before her mother could argue. "Too late, Gamma Woman. We have to go go go."

"We're talking about this later!" She followed her daughter, ready to save some lives."