Schoolgirl Triplets.

"Oh gosh!"

"Daddy!"

Little Girl and Satan Girl scramble to the door when you and Supergirl get back to the hotel. Your barely dressed eager darlings cling to you, at once babbling about seeing your battle on the news, trying to ask if you're alright, offering to fetch you comfort and refreshments, inspecting you for missed injuries, and pressing their needy, busty bodies against you in a **** bid for your attention. Acting swiftly you regain control of the situation, grasping Little Gir's hair and pulling her into a rough kiss, your other hand reaches under the long tee-shirt Satan Girl is wearing to grope at her ass. Little Girl moans in pain and pleasure through the kiss, while Satan Girl quietly pouts, beaming when your treatment of the two swaps.

"Now girls, Daddy is a big strong man," you grin, gripping them both around the ass and lifting them effortlessly, your aura moving only to help keep them balanced.

"Come on now girls, we should let Daddy get cleaned and out of his costume," Supergirl interjects, floating around you with an attempt at an innocent smile on her face.

"You're right, go and get yourself cleaned up, Daddy." Little Girl kisses you on the cheek.

"I could help you shower, Daddy," Satan Girl begins to offer before being pinched by her sister's and squeeling, the attempt to get alone time disallowed.

Your little girls are up to something, but you know they can only have your best interests at heart. You resolve to make the shower quick, tearing off the remains of your burnt and tattered uniform as you go, enjoying the purrs of your girls as you do. You wash quickly, refusing to get lost in thought, or to use your enhanced senses to spy on your daughters. Of course, even restrained you can hear them rustle and stomp about the room, whispering to each other with a childish kind of glee.

Wrapped in only a small modest towel, more for reveal than modesty, you exit the bathroom. Your aura can give you a barrier against the vaccum of space, but the girls, your girls, manage to take your breath away. Each are dressed in school uniform. Tiny tartan pleated skirts rise up their thights, white knee socks cling to their calves, and graceful, narrow heels sit on their feet. If their lower half wasn't screaming out enough for you to spread their legs, their bodies were barely contained by the sleevless blouses they wore, Supergirl and Little Girl leaving buttons 'innocently' undone to showcase a milky expanse of cleavage, while Satangirl kept her's buttoned up, the strain on her chest leaving her panting a little breathlessly, while the strain from her chest clearly threatened to burst buttons off.

Each sported a pair of glasses. Such a simple addition could do so much to change the shape of a face. For some it would make them look stern and studious, others, meek and ****, and your daughters clearly weren't trying to dissuade you from seeing them as sexy little airheads. Hair was the last little change made, at least for one. While Supergirl kept hers down and straigth, and Little Girl had her neck length hair, Satan Girl had done hers up in a pair of twintails.

Supergirl had been so right about her 'big tittied school girl' look. No-one who took at look at any of these three would be jumping to conclusions about high flying, powerful superhumans. The only thing they could think about, should think about, is what they wanted to teach schoolgirls like these.

Reflexively your aura vision flicks on. You're already teaching these girls important things. How to be good daughters to you, how to be good lovers, the joy that comes with submission to you, and, as you focus in on the little seeds of light starting to grow in their bellies, you will teach them the joys of motherhood.

"Hello Daddy," Little Girl is struggling to say the words, her smile is so big.

"We know you must be hungry after working so hard," Supergirl straightens her skirt, drawing attention to how short it is.

"But we were hoping that maybe you would play with us first?" Satan Girl fidgets with her new twintails, either adjusting to the look, or trying to give you suggestions on how to 'play' with her.