Faith Lehane wasn't used to being a role model but life never did seem to send her what she was used to dealing with. Now that she was back in Sunnydale helping Buff wrangle all these new Potential Slayers, she figured she could at least smooth over some old sins with a couple of on the job training sessions. The girls were learning nicely but teaching wasn't coming naturally to her. She'd sent the rookies home safe with Spike and wandered the town's back alleys in leather pants and a tight tank top, confident if The First had some bad ass backup that she'd present a delicious target and draw them out. She expected another C-list supervillain like that Copperhead douchebag or crappy mystical threat like that Blackheart freak but never realized that The First learned quickly from it's mistakes.
"Help! Oh, God, help me!" she heard a teenage boy's voice scream from a nearby alleyway. She saw a pair of vamps, fangs out, advancing on some skinny teen who was flat on his back in a pile of garbage.
Faith was down the alley and had a crossbow bolt in the first vamp's back before the second one even realized she was there. One quick staking and it was all over in less than five minutes.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" the teen whispered huskily, shaking on the pile of garbage.
"Just relax, you're five by five. They ain't gonna hurt you anymore." She bent over to offer the kid a hand and noticed his eyes flickering to her perky cleavage. She smirked as the kid relaxed and grabbed her hand.
"My slave." the teen boy whispered.
"Huh? What did you just say?" Faith said as she lifted the boy to his feet and tightened her grip just a touch.
"I said, nice save! You saved my life just now! From those- whatever they were!" the boy gushed, shaking her hand vigorously. "What can I do to thank you?"
The way the kid's eyes kept flickering back to her tits, she knew just what he had in mind. Too bad he wasn't anywhere near cute enough to even consider robbing the cradle. Plus, she was reformed and all that noise.
"Just stay the hell out of dark alleyways and shadows, kid, okay? Maybe move out of Sunnydale." she said with a smirk as she released his hand and walked away. "See you in the sunlight."
Edgar smirked as he watched her tight ass sway in leather jeans as she walked away.
"Sooner than you think, slut . . ." he murmured with a leer.
***
ONE WEEK LATER
***
"FUCK!" Dawn Summers bellowed as yet another one of her jeans tore down the middle, making some of the Potentials sharing her room wince. "Why don't any of my fucking jeans fit me any more?"
Fiona blinked in confusion and nervousness. Dawn was your usual temperamental 17-year-old girl but the swearing? That was new. As were the muscles and the boobs.
"Um, you seem to be having a bit of a growth spurt? And, uh, you've been working out maybe?"
Dawn examined herself in the mirror, scowling. The already tall girl was now almost six feet, almost all of it in her legs which were now sculpted like an Olympic gymnast's. Her ass had also blossomed into a taut peach made of round muscle. Her muscle tone all over was impressive, making her tits incredibly perky, but confusing. These were all good changes, weren't they?
If Dawn hadn't been in such a shitty mood the past week - alternating between pissed off and horny for no good reason for nearly hours at a time - she may have thought of going to see Giles or her sister for help during her increasingly shortened hours of clarity. Too bad she was running late for school.
"Yeah, no shit." was all Dawn muttered dourly. "No idea how I'm bulking up but at least I'm getting nicer boobs. Whatever, I'll just wear a skirt or else I'll be late to school again."
Fiona thought about mentioning that the peasant skirt that had been long on Dawn a week ago was now hitting her at just below the knees or Dawn's apparent disregard for wearing underwear but thought better of it. She'd been yelled at enough this week - that is, when she hadn't been trying to sleep during Dawn's masturbation sessions at night.
***
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Buffy whimpered as she bounced up and down on Spike's cock in a corner of the basement.
"Keep- the noise- down- pet!" gasped Spike as she rode him like a pony. "Whole point is not to- nggh! Wake the others!"
Buffy didn't seem to pay him any regard. In fact she began to squeal more loudly.
"Omigod, I'm gonna cum! So close! Squeeze my titties, Spike! Ahh!"
Spike had a brief, confusing flashback to his time with the Buffybot (Omigod? Titties?) but it ended almost immediately. He took hold of Buffy's melons and gave them each a rough squeeze. They seemed at least a cup size bigger somehow but he wasn't complaining.
Buffy let out a loud noise between her usual orgasmic moan and a breathy squeal of his name before falling against him.
"Fuck!" he panted. "I don't know what's gotten into you but I think I like it?"
"Huh?" Buffy said, blinking her big green eyes as she panted and laid down on Spike. "You just got into me."
"Ha! Nice one. Good point."
Buffy just nodded and giggled. Had she just told a joke by accident? Why was it so hard to focus this past week? Why had she started fucking Spike again? And what time was it?
"Omigawd! I'm going to be late for my job!" she screeched as she noticed the time on a wall clock. She jumped off Spike and began frantically searching for clothes, causing some delightful jiggling. Spike decided they definitely were bigger somehow - maybe she was gaining weight?
"Okay, see you, bye!" she said as she breathlessly slid into a tight pair of black slacks and a blue blouse.
She was up the stairs before Spike could mention she forgot her bra . . .
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