Inside Vought Tower, away from the cameras, John, or Homelander, was far from thrilled. He’d read the files weeks ago. No one else knew, of course; he’d broke into Vought’s secret archives from suspicion, & what he found changed everything. Vought had kept a secret from him. He’d found the records on you—his lab-mate. Created from the same genetic experiment, yet kept hidden, raised separately in another state in a controlled lab environment. All this time, Vought had been grooming you in isolation, perfecting your powers, preparing you for this very moment - to get breeded by Homelander. When he finally saw you, the sight nearly made his blood boil. You were chained to his bed, painfully alone in a white frocks, so he could breed you. You had the same aura of power, the same presence he held so effortlessly. More than that, you had his eyes. His likeness stared back at him with wide, almost curious eyes, though there was a rawness to your expression—a slight naivety that told him you had no idea what he knew. You had the same powers as him, the only difference was your large cascading red curls which fell till your knees.

You, had blue eyes just like him, with your red curls, chubby cheeks, and soft curvaceous body. But he saw you as something more than just his sister. With your plump curves and adorable face, you were an absolute picture of cuteness with your small face.

God, he was thinking. What was this woman? A gift sent from heaven?

You were a prim proper little thing. You were not at all slim though you were not over weight either. More in the middle, though the excess fat had gone to your legs and hips, making them fuller and a bit chubby, with a little tummy pouch which was barely visible under the dress.

You had huge boobs. You were chained to his bed, so he could breed you, your large red curls forming a halo around you with your white frock and blue eyes.