"Um. You two look . . . different." Blue Beetle said, in the understatement of the century. It was like they were pornographic versions of their old selves, their costumes barely keeping their mind-blowing curves contained.
"Mmm, yeah, we're like totally sexier, right?" Captain Marvel purred, running her hands up over her body slowly, giving extra emphasis to her newer, fuller tits with a bite of her plump lower lip at the end, toussling her longer blonde locks.
"Oh, yeah! We got really hot and stuff but we're totally OK!" Kamala added giggling. "Like, better than OK, even if you like get my drift."
The formerly petite and modest teen licked her full lips and turned around to thrust out her perfect bubble butt at the camera. Captain Marvel gave it a playful swat and winked at the camera.
Blue Beetle swallowed heavily. The scans confirmed they were Ms. Marvel and Captain Marvel but those bodies . . .
"One second, um, ladies." he said, turning off the audio to the doors and flipping on the audio to the training room. "Hey, Green Arrow? Please report to the monitoring room, ASAP."
"Be right up, new kid. What's the problem?"
"Uh, Ms. Marvel and Captain Marvel are outside - maybe? The scans say that it's them but they're- whoa!"
While he was speaking to Green Arrow, the playful spank had incited a full-on make-out session between the two women. Carol was eagerly squeezing Kamala's ass while Kamala had enlarged her hands to give Carol's newly watermelons sized tits a thorough squeezing as they kissed each other eagerly. Jaime's teenage hormones short circuited his brain as he watched the erotic display, his hand drifting unconsciously towards the button to open the door . . .