Wide brown eyes that were healthy became unseeing of the outside world as only what was within was seen. Things that should not be, nor could be, yet were shown in her mind's eye. All other senses were blurred to the point of static as only Shaper gave feedback.

  Amy's power started from a single manicured point and spread throughout a tesseract of an organism. Veins of red blood superimposed on top of veins of a pressurized and highly caustic dull yellow ichor. Both touching each other yet not causing harm.

  The smooth and supple skin sharing the same space as a meso-skeleton. Two separate skeletons, one the normal homo sapiens and the other like a funhouse mirror with a rge, elongated cranium.

  Amy was so confused yet so fascinated. Out of the hundreds, or perhaps thousands of patients she's seen over her years as a professional cape she had yet to see something so wildly impossible. She could tell that the "human" bits weigh a normal, reasonable amount, while the OTHER bits were densely packed into the tall women's frame and held a tremendous weight.

  She saw organs she had no idea for their purpose ying side by side with organs she's seen countless times. Not only did she have the two forms yered inside one another like a 4d matryoshka doll, but she had duplicates of all her organs too. So many redundancies that Aegis would have been jealous of her potential to survive like a cockroach.

  But Xena's physiology just did not stop producing more and more surprises for Amy. She even saw that the naked woman's mammary gnds were significantly expanded for some reason. The biokinetic saw a reservoir tucked in Xena of almost pure biomass, the stuff of Sci-Fi of a vaguely biological substance that wasn't connected to any individual living being but was still somehow universal to all... Just this biomass had a dash of human milk and by "dash" Amy meant it was somehow all breast milk, yet not.

  Xena's stomach fed directly into this biomass... stomach... but Amy also saw two separate organs also had a direct neuron highway to the biomass.

  Both brains’ pleasure centers were directly tied to it and judging by the activity and the draining of the still very full reservoir, was being used for something.

  Then she noticed the connection, the rge girthy connection that was slowly being told to engorge itself in blood with each passing moment. She saw the pleasure center slowly lighting up brighter and brighter and she could see how the prostate gnd was ramping up production to a comical degree and she connected the dots.

  Xena was telling the truth.

  She wasn't a parahuman, not a single sight of the corona pollentia in either brain. but she was not a typical homo sapiens either. She was a different species entirely superimposed onto a human form that used its stored biomass to power its abilities and by using it, it caused her to experience more and more pleasure until it burst.

  Amy also saw how close the human DNA was to hers and Vicky's and how perfect it was. It was as if Xena was barely a day old. It... It wouldn't take much to change that. She had direct skin contact with both her sister and the alien inhabiting a human form.

  Xena was obviously going for the look, so why not? It wouldn't even technically be against her code either... like fixing a genetic defect.

  But-but no! She can't do that. What if she reported her to the PRT? Then they'd send her straight to the Birdcage!

  But she obviously wants to be family, why else would she have taken this form? She's shown the ability to shapeshift, Xena WANTS this.

  Just a simple alteration to change a few lines of DNA to match a mixture of hers and Vicky's and the consent was already given so no need to ask.

  Just push her power in and-

  What?

  Amy for the first time since ever attempting to alter somebody's DNA experienced resistance.

  In the real world her brows were knit together in both confusion and frustration. Back in her mind she tried to find out why it was putting up resistance to her power. Was Xena's shapeshifting affecting her power? Was she actively resisting?

  Her eyes briefly regained focus as she looked up at Xena's beatific face and found no visible signs. So, it wasn't her actively resisting but a power interaction, Amy concluded.

  Which meant that if she wanted to make Xena into her and Vicky's biological daughter then she'd have to roll up her sleeves and PUSH her power through.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, Amy's power altered Xena's human DNA to match a hypothetical daughter of her and Vicky. It would be perfect.

  Well, not Perfect, as only Vicky was perfect, but close enough. The thought of her perfect sister brought her awareness of how close they were together. Vicky's rge perky breasts resting against her own fat tits yet sadly separated due to the annoying clothing between. She oh so wanted to just bury her face into those plush melons and nibble on those crinkled nubs. Yet she shou-COULDN'T, Amy knew that Vicky loved that pathetic man, Dean. Every time she caught them kissing each other she had always been tempted to give him ED.

  Now though, with her power still suffusing Xena and seeing her massive cock, Amy was wondering what would happen if Vicky could have her own beautiful cock. A hard phallic object that she could use to fuck her slutty sister into submission as punishment for giving it to her in the first pce. Maybe even breed her so that she would never be given the chance to think about anything else, thus stopping her from becoming a vilinandthentheywouldmoveouttothewoodstoraiseafamilyawayfromthatBITCHCAR-

  -Boom!-

  Amy's spiraling internal thoughts ground to a halt as the distinct sound of an explosion brought her back to reality. Her power stopped halfway yet the changes continued on, but that was of less import as her ride and Xena turned towards the source. In the distance near downtown, they saw smoke rising then followed by a confgration.

  She looked to the inhuman nudist as she spoke.

  “I guess we have to cut things short.”

  Xena turned to look at Amy.

  “Do I have your confirmation of my ck of Corona Pollentia? I believe that mess will be requiring all hands avaible, especially those who specialize in healing. I would help with the healing too but sadly I doubt the PRT would allow it outside of an actual Endbringer attack and not just my exciting arrival to your world.”

  That caught Amy off guard, despite the urgency of the current situation. Another healer in Brockton Bay would help so many people, especially if they weren’t eating up Neo-Nazi propaganda. It made her really question WHY the PRT wouldn’t allow her to heal… outside of the whole alleged murder of a PRT agent.

  “No, you aren’t a-“

  She was cut off by her lovely sister.

  “There, you got your answer, and I think we’re done here. Go be a fucking murdering nudist like the Siberian somepce else.”

  Amy, still being in contact with said murdering nudist, saw how her eye twitched at the insult. In the next second she was no longer in contact with Xena and the woman was suddenly behind Vicky, another buffet of wind sending both Dallons’ hair in awry.

  Amy was almost knocked out of Vicky’s grasp if not for her arm hooked around her neck as Xena’s own hands crossed in front of Vicky’s chest grabbing a perfect perky breast in each hand. She leaned her head next to Vicky’s ear and spoke in a strained whisper.

  “Victoria Dallon, you really need to watch what you say.”