Oh, right, footwear. They'd both opted for stylish, athletic-inspired sneakers. Angela initially reached for four-inch stilettos, but quickly realized Vivian, even in her expertly crafted adult body, walked like a newborn foal in heels. Sneakers it was. Practicality trumped perfect matching for once.
Down in the brightly lit underground garage, hand-in-hand, they slid into Angela's sleek BMW convertible. Vivian knew how to drive – George had been a car enthusiast – but Angela drew the line there. Superpowered shape-shifting daughter/lover was one thing; letting a teen drive her prized car through traffic was quite another.
Cruising through the LA traffic towards one of the city's most upscale shopping malls, they chatted easily, Vivian occasionally reaching over to stroke Angela's thigh, earning a playful slap on the hand. Upon arrival, the mall buzzed with weekend energy. As they strolled through the opulent corridors, immaculately dressed and undeniably striking, heads turned. Whispers followed. Camera phones discreetly (and not-so-discreetly) angled their way. It wasn't just that they were beautiful – they were conspicuously beautiful, radiating an aura of confidence and mutual affection that was magnetic. Seeing two women of such caliber together, looking so alike yet distinct, was a rare sight.
Their mission: clothes for Vivian. Specifically, clothes that weren't borrowed from Angela or suitable only for a teen. They hit several high-end boutiques, buying outfits in various sizes to accommodate Vivian's shapeshifting whims – chic casual wear, sophisticated evening dresses, even some edgier clubbing attire. Though honestly, Vivian didn't mind sharing Angela's wardrobe; it felt intimate, possessive. Their closets were merging, just like their lives.
Inevitably, in such a high-traffic, image-conscious environment, they attracted the attention of 'content creators'. Influencers prowled these halls constantly, desperate for viral gold. Carrying multiple glossy shopping bags from designer stores, the mother-daughter duo (looking more like stunning sisters) were prime targets. Vivian secretly wished she could just use her pocket dimension storage, but revealing that secret felt premature, potentially problematic.
"Excuse me? Ladies? Wow!" A young, conventionally handsome man with professional-looking vlogging gear intercepted them, his smile wide, camera already rolling.
"Hello," Angela replied politely, ever the gracious businesswoman. Vivian offered a tighter, warier smile.
"Mind if I ask you a few questions for my channel? You two are just… incredible!" he gushed. Seeing Angela didn't immediately shut him down, Vivian acquiesced with a nod, internally sighing. Fine. Play nice for Mom. Angela had indulged her plenty lately; she could tolerate a brief interview.
"So, first question everyone's gonna ask," the vlogger beamed, "Are you two twins?"
Both Vivian and Angela burst into genuine laughter.
"Uh… what's funny?" the guy asked, looking confused, as did several bystanders who had paused to watch. The resemblance was uncanny, the apparent age difference minimal.
Vivian stepped slightly forward, looping an arm possessively through Angela's. "Nope," she grinned cheekily into the camera. "She wished! This stunner? She's my Mom."
Gasps rippled through the small crowd. "No way!"
The vlogger's jaw dropped. "Wow! Seriously? Ma'am… uh… you look WAY too young!"
"Don't call her ma'am," Vivian playfully scolded. "Call her Angela. We go by first names around here."
The vlogger laughed, recovering quickly. "Okay, okay! Angela it is!" he shifted focus, clearly sensing the dynamic, "And what about you, uh…?"
"Call me Vivian."
"So, Vivian! any lucky boyfriend?"
"Nope. Single and maybe ready to mingle," Vivian winked, then gave Angela a gentle nudge forward. "And Mom here? Totally available too. Just sayin'."
A palpable ripple of excitement went through the male onlookers. The mother AND the daughter? Available? The possibilities! After a few more lighthearted questions about fashion and their plans for the day, the vlogger thanked them profusely and let them go. He knew he had gold. No editing needed. He uploaded the raw clip to his TikTok channel immediately.
Unbeknownst to Vivian and Angela, the video exploded. Within thirty minutes: millions of views. Hashtags like #LAMostBeautifulMotherDaughter, #GoddessGenes, #AgeDefyingMom trended wildly. The comment section flooded with thirsty DMs, marriage proposals, desperate pleas for contact info, and location sightings. Even the notoriously private billionaire heir known for dating supermodels gave the video a like and a flame emoji comment. An hour later, it hit national news aggregator sites and trending topics lists. Talent agencies, modeling scouts, and reality TV producers scrambled, deploying all resources to identify and contact the mystery duo.
Vivian and Angela remained blissfully ignorant, finishing their shopping spree and heading to a chic rooftop restaurant for a late lunch. Only when Angela's company marketing director frantically called her, breathless – "Angela! You're VIRAL! Have you seen TikTok?!" – did they realize the extent of their unintended fame. Even the marketing director, who knew Angela well, expressed disbelief that the stunning redhead was her daughter, not a younger sister or friend.
"Hahaha! Mom, we broke the internet!" Vivian crowed, scrolling through the insane view counts and trending tags on her phone.
Angela just chuckled, shaking her head, largely unfazed. A little viral fame wouldn't hurt business visibility, perhaps. Vivian, similarly, wasn't particularly interested; her ambitions lay elsewhere. Though… the thought of seducing famous actresses did hold a certain appeal. Too complicated for now, though. Logistics, identity management… Ugh. Maybe later.
While Angela took a few business calls, Vivian focused inward, checking her System panel. That handshake with the vlogger… When she'd agreed to the interview, she'd lightly brushed his hand. A fleeting contact, but enough for 'Plunder'. She hadn't wanted to take anything from the harmless guy, but copying? Fair game.
[PLUNDER (COPY) INITIATED. TARGET: VLOGGER (MARK)]
[SELECT ABILITY/ATTRIBUTE TO COPY:]
[1. Skill: Advanced Video Editing]
[2. Attribute: Body +8]
[3. Attribute: Reflex +7]
[4. Attribute: Intellect +8]
[5. Item: Handheld Gimbal Stabilizer…]
[6. Item: Designer Sneakers…]
The item list continued, irrelevant. Video editing? Pixel could handle that infinitely better. Intellect and Reflex were decent, but not priorities. Body, however… that controlled strength, durability, physical power. Recalling the slight strain lifting Angela earlier, despite her adult form… more raw strength felt strategically useful. Brute force had its place.
'System, copy option 2: Body +8.'
[COPYING BODY ATTRIBUTE… COMPLETE. PHYSICAL RECALIBRATION IN PROGRESS. PLEASE REMAIN STATIONARY FOR 2 SECONDS.]
A subtle warmth spread through her limbs, a feeling of densification, tightening muscles, solidifying bone. Nothing drastic externally, but she felt stronger, more grounded. Manageable, thanks to George's muscle memory.
[UPDATED STATUS:]
[Host: Vivian Quinn (George)]
[Age: 10]
[Body: 12]
[Reflex: 5]
[Intellect: 7]
(Average Adult Baseline: 10)
[Skills: Plunder]
[Talents: Wishful Body, Mine Alone, Stamina on Demand]
[Points: 8]
[Progeny: None]
Body stat now superhuman. Nice. Points still low, though. Only 8? Ugh. That session this morning must not have been intense enough for max points from Mom. A thought struck her. Luna arrives tomorrow. "Tonight," she resolved mentally, a thrill shooting through her. "Tonight, Mommy takes me over 10. Time for my first paid lottery spin." The possibilities tantalized her.
…
Later that evening, stepping out of the elevator back on their penthouse floor, Vivian grinned mischievously. As Angela reached for the door keypad, Vivian swooped down, easily scooping her mother into a bridal carry.
"Whoa! Vivi!" Angela gasped, clutching Vivian's shoulders. "Good heavens, you… you got stronger! Really strong!" She felt practically weightless in Vivian's arms.
Vivian nuzzled Angela's neck. "Told you, Wife. Making love makes me powerful. All thanks to you."
"Making love really… works like that?" Angela whispered, half disbelieving, half awed.
"Yep!" Vivian grinned, kicking the apartment door open. Seeing was believing. Angela's last vestiges of doubt evaporated. Her daughter wasn't just special; she was literally fueled by sex. This was their reality now. "Homeward bound!" Vivian declared, carrying Angela easily across the threshold.
They showered separately this time – a mutual, unspoken agreement to save the main event for later. Afterwards, they settled onto the sofa in comfy loungewear for their evening routine: cuddles and TV. Anticipation simmered beneath the surface.
Around 9 PM, Vivian decided it was time. Snuggled deep in Angela's embrace, she shifted slightly. Her fingers crept slowly, stealthily, down Angela's back, under the waistband of her silk pajama bottoms, pushing gently past the soft fabric until the tip of her forefinger found and pressed gently against the tight knot of Angela's anus, hidden beneath the silk. "Mommyyyy…" she purred suggestively, applying the faintest circling pressure.