Might of the Wehrmacht

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Anna felt uncomfortable as she sat in the back of the Opel Blitz truck. The reason as to why wasn’t the bumpy road that shook the vehicle every single second of the trip – courtesy of Allied bombing – but rather how cramped the confined space was. While normal people could easily be transported in the back, Anna had a bit of a problem due to her new size. Being almost three meters tall forced her to bend over. It didn’t help that her long legs were now the size of tree trunks, taking up a lot of space inside the truck.

She sighed as she lamented internally to herself. True to his word, minister Goebbels had sent her to the western front as soon as possible. The Allied Forces had already taken Normandy and Brittany, and now they were marching through the rest of France as they made their way to the capital itself; the city of Paris. Anna was anxious to say the least. She was supposed to help the Wehrmacht push back against the tsunami of American, British and other soldiers of various countries that made up the Allies.

She would have to kill them.

The thought still unsettled her; despite being familiar with death due to her occupation, she was now required to bring it to others. Could she do it? Mentally she was still uncertain. There was no pleasure to be found in the concept of killing another human being. Physically, however, she was more than capable.

And between people she didn’t know and her husband, whose life was forfeit if she didn’t follow orders… Anna knew who to choose.

Goebbels had decided that she needed more ‘testing’ before putting her on a transport. Apparently, her strength truly was something worthy of a metahuman; she’d been able to quite literally tear a metal plate in half, and it hadn’t even winded her. She could also not just lift entire jeeps, but actually bench them as if they were mere weights for her to stay in shape. The difference with normal humans, however, was that she would stay like this for the rest of her life.

Shopping for clothes would never be the same…

Needless to say, her entire wardrobe was next to useless to her now. None of her dresses or shirts would fit her anymore, and she’d have to get a tailor to come up with anything that would be large enough for her new size. Her beefy pectorals and breasts alone would take up all space in a regular shirt, though Anna was certain that she wouldn’t even be able to get it past her titan-like shoulders. Those things were literally the size of cannonballs.

Turns out being a superhuman had its drawbacks. Of course, that was the last thing that the leadership in the NSDAP had had on their minds when first ordering the research.

Anna’s trip was already uncomfortable as it was, but the stares that she got from the other passengers was beginning to unsettle her. Well, partially, at least; there was no doubt that she could overpower them like it was nothing, and that gave her quite the confidence boost. But still, it would be nice if they could stop gawking at her as if she was some sort of circus freak.

Her gaze flickered over to the handful of soldiers, who at least had the decency to look embarrassed. They quickly looked way as if they were more interested in the weather or the scenery outside, though the somewhat more subtle glances betrayed their curiosity. Anna sighed to herself. She supposed she couldn’t blame the poor souls for not having seen a several hundreds of kilograms of muscle like her.

Besides, her outfit was kind of hard to ignore. While she no longer possessed any regular clothes that would fit on her extremely muscular frame, Anna could hardly go out naked, thus the very flexible black skinsuit that she had worn during the experiment had been modified to resemble a uniform of sorts.

There had been little time to come up with a design though. To say that minister Goebbels was overly happy with the end result would be too much, but it would do.

Anna was a patriot, so she didn’t mind having her German heritage emblazoned on her suit, but her distaste for the NSDAP made her refuse its logo, and instead she had come up with a design that associated her with the Wehrmacht without being mistaken for a fanatical SS officer. The uniform was mostly black with red highlights on her cuffs, shins and two lines that ran down her chest to her belt. Also, the area covering her shredded abdomen was colored grey, as was part of her back; from her traps down to her middle back was an equal grey color, resembling a wide arrow. The pitch-black combat boots that protected her feet were luckily the right size.

She looked down to her chest – feeling somewhat self-conscious as the tight outfit accentuated her very developed bossom – to gaze at the Iron Cross that was sewn into the torso part of her suit. To her, it was a grand improvement compared to the NSDAP’s emblem. Of course, there was the modern Reichsadler emblazoned on her broad back in pure silver, though she didn’t mind that one.

All in all, her uniform stood out compared to the uniforms worn by other personnel in the Reich’s military. The reason was simple; she wasn’t just a super soldier now, but a symbol that would soon encourage the Wehrmacht and terrify the Allies. Well, at least that was what minister Goebbels had told her during one of his rants.

Anna was so engrossed with her own inner musings that she almost didn’t notice the young soldier to her left trying to get her attention.

She blinked, looking up apologetically and somewhat embarrassed. “Oh, I’m so sorry. My mind was, uhm, kind of occupied.”

“It’s no problem, miss…?” The soldier responded kindly, trailing off at the end.

“Anna Von Weiner. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Anna answered in kind. She smiled slightly as she took in his young features. “And you are?”

“My name is Peter Schwartzman, and it’s a pleasure to meet you too.” The man – though he looked more like a boy to her – said. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you the super soldier that the media is talking about? You know… the Iron Soldier?”

Huh, Goebbels didn’t waste any time telling the Reich about her existence, did he? She was aware of the war reporters that would be present for the battle ahead, but she didn’t know that the propaganda guru had already revealed her to the public. Was that why she had been forced to pose for those cameras?

Dietrich had told her about this; the certainty that whoever became the nation’s newest super soldier would be an icon too. If all things went as planned, she would be the talk of the Reich, mentioned in every corner of Germany and even outside of it. Anna understood that she was also a propaganda tool. While her achievements on the battlefield would be important, so would the psychological effects on both her fellow countrymen and the enemy.

Personnel of the Wehrmacht, Luftwaffe and Kriegsmarine would be invigorated with hope because of her, while the enemy would dread going into battle when facing the odds of meeting her. That’s what the command staff of the Reich was hoping for, and Anna had no choice but to comply. The thought of being an icon of death didn’t sit well with her, but she shut it down before it could take root in her mind.

She needed to be strong for her husband. She needed to be relentless for the fatherland. She needed to be the Iron Soldier.

Anna broke free from her musings and nodded. “Indeed, I am. The Iron Soldier; at your service.”

The soldiers in the truck stared at her in awe, not believing what they were hearing. She couldn’t blame them; while some women were allowed in the armies of several nations, such as the hated Soviet Union, it was unheard of for a woman to serve on the frontlines for the Third Reich. However, Anna would show them that she was just as capable as her male counterparts.

“Amazing…” Peter muttered, his grip on his MP-40 going slack.

That introduction seemingly broke the dam as the rest of the men began bombarding, though with questions instead of explosive shells, like they could hear outside. Yes, they were getting very close to the frontline now. The sounds of battle were getting louder and louder, and so did Anna’s insecurities.

Answering their questions proved to be a good distraction. They asked her about her abilities, to which she explained that she possessed immense strength and durability. Honestly, it was up to speculation if she would gain any other powers, since she was the first test subject for the super soldier serum. Still, her enormous musculature proved her claims, as the soldiers were aware that she had biceps the size of watermelons.

One of them even asked if she could flex for them. His companions immediately threw a few glares his way, thinking that the request had upset her. Anna couldn’t help but giggle loudly at the idea. The poor boy was nineteen years old at most, and his cheeks flushed cutely as one of the older men chastised him for addressing a lady like that.

“I don’t mind at all.” She responded amicably. Her blue eyes twinkled as she raised a beefy arm. “You can look as much as you want.”

Similarly to the soil whenever an artillery shell struck, her bicep exploded upwards as she pumped up her muscles. Dense muscle fibers clenched, tight and veins throbbed under her skin, visible even through the fabric of her clothes. Anna’s suit was luckily very flexible, seeing as an astounding bicep and similarly huge triceps took up so much space. The looks on their faces filled her with pride; the achievement of her husband was an incredible one, and Anna secretly felt quite good when looked at with those awe-filled gazes.

“Didn’t know women could get that big…” One of the soldiers whispered quietly.

His compatriot shrugged. “Must be some kind of SS experiment. There’s no way in hell that someone get can turn into a titan in a normal way.”

Well, they weren’t exactly wrong there. But Anna remained silent about her origins, deflecting the questions about that particular subject by making a joke or giving another show. Her muscles certainly had the ability to make them all go silent, by which she meant that they literally fell speechless whenever she displayed her mountainous biceps, or her meaty legs.

But to all good things come an end.

Anna and the soldiers turned their attention towards the back of the truck as they arrived at their destination; the main camp of the 12th SS Panzer Division. Located in the French countryside, which consisted mostly out of grass fields, small forests and dense wedges, was the division that she would be assisting in a few hours. Their convoy of trucks drove carefully into the camp.

She could see dozens of vehicles outside, as well as many German soldiers that belonged to this particular unit. Quite a lot of these men were drawn from the Hitler Youth, which was unsettling to Anna, seeing as her leader’s latest actions were disturbing to say the least. What made it worse was that this was a division of the Wafen-SS; a military branch of the SS. These people were fanatics most of the time, believing every little thing that their precious leaders told them.

Truth be told, Anna was against the NSDAP, but not against the ideals of nationalism itself. Her country had a proud history, and deserved every bit of respect – especially after the Great War. They had suffered through economical and mental depressions, yet they had persevered and become stronger in the progress. She regarded herself as a patriot, who wanted nothing more than greatness for her country.

But what the current leadership wanted was conquest. They saw other countries and its people as rivals, or worse – lesser beings. Anna was against this kind of thinking. Yes, her own people would always come first, and she would try her hardest to make Germany a great nation, but not at the expense of innocents.

Still, it was probably for the best to keep her thoughts to herself while being among the 12th.

Instead of brooding in her seat, Anna gazed at the army outside as she admired the might of their military. There was something about seeing so many Panzers that inspired her. She knew a bit about the Wehrmacht’s tank designs – a result of spending so much time among soldiers – and immediately recognized the Panzer IV’s and Panthers that were organized throughout the camp. The latter in particular was supposed to be one of the most powerful tanks out there in the field, though she’d heard from a friendly mechanic that they had a lot of faults.

The truck eventually came to a halt; its engine’s rumble soon fading away as the driver turned the machine off. Anna and the soldiers that she had travelled with all disembarked the transport, jumping off and landing with their two feet on the ground. For Anna, however, it was more of a simple case of just stepping outside like one would with a car. It was unnecessary for her to jump with her long muscular legs.

The blonde titan was instantly aware of the stares aimed her way; the various soldiers that were milling about dropped what they were doing, and turned their attention on her instead. Anna tried not to let their gazes get to her. Honestly, she was getting used to the attention, so at least they didn’t intimidate her. Not that they could; she dwarfed every single one of them, and had more muscle mass than several of them combined. There were a few beefy men among the division, yet none could even stand up to her, seeing as she had thighs as wide as their torsos.

Huh… the perks of being a superhuman.

“Excuse me, fräulein Von Weiner?“ An aide – a corporal according to his uniform – walked up to her with a nervous expression. He looked as uncomfortable as the other men. “Would you follow me to the colonel – please!”

That last part was a bit rushed and a tad too loud, but the arching of her delicate eyebrow quickly inspired much needed politeness in the man. Fear was a useful tool; no doubt he thought she would beat him senseless if he didn’t show some manners, though Anna was fairly sure that it would take only one punch. Maybe even a flicker of her finger. Honestly, these people were so fragile all of a sudden.

Barely containing her sly smile, the giant of a woman gestured for him to take the lead. “After you, corporal.”

The walk wasn’t long, which was something that Anna was grateful for. While it felt amazing to give her legs a good stretch, releasing the stiffness in her meaty muscles, she wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Best to know what her task would be; her role in the upcoming battle would be vital, but Anna wished to know her objective, so she could properly prepare for it.

Her boots would crunch the soil under her feat, leaving deep imprints of her soles due to her considerable weight. But Anna did not mind it. There were stereotypical assumptions that women had to be slender or curvy to be attractive, yet here she was; weighing more than any man and still desirable. Oh, she knew that Dietrich still loved her – physically as well. As for these men? Her heavy weight was made out of insanely dense muscles, and that gave her quite the leverage over them, inspiring confidence in the blonde amazon.

The lanky corporal navigated them through rows of tents and lines of vehicles, and Anna had to admit that they were well organized. She also admired the tanks that she passed by. Perhaps it was not very ladylike, but then again, she was anything but a normal lady. While walking by a Panzer IV, she even managed to cause a pair of mechanics to drop their tools as they gawked at her massive form.

Anna gave them a coy smile. Once they were behind her, she purposely rolled her heavily striated shoulders, causing the bulging muscles on her back to rumble like a terrifying earthquake. A glance back treated her with an amusing sight of the two mechanics pinching their own cheeks, as if they believed they were having a dream. After all, the muscle fibers in her traps were much thicker than the cables they worked with. Safe to say, her powerful muscles were no illusion. Anna was aware of how she was developing a tendency of showing off, though as long as it was harmless she didn’t really care.

The command tent was underwhelming; a simple piece of fabric that hung above a table, shielding the two men underneath. There was a large map positioned on the shabby-looking furniture. Anna could see from her high vantage point that it was one of the local area around the city of Caen, but there were extensive modifications, such as circles and arrows; most likely troop positions. It was nothing like what she expected a commander center to look like, but she supposed that was to be expected, seeing as this was a temporary camp.

“Colonel Hoffman, the Iron Soldier has arrived.” Her guide announced, standing at attention but not saluting the men around the table.

A bald man wearing a black uniform looked up from the map, and his eyes widened similarly to his soldiers as he regarded Anna’s muscular form. Was it bad that she found it amusing that even the commanders were speechless around her? Probably not.

Anna took a good look at the man; bald, brown eyes and probably in his forties, but with a sharp gaze and a stern visage. The other person was a sergeant-major, who wore a grey outfit with camouflage. He was younger than his commanding officer, plus he had a bigger reaction to her, judging by how his mouth fell open.

“Anna Von Weiner, the Iron Soldier, reporting for duty.” She put her hands behind her back, standing proudly and pushing her chest up, displaying a mountain of muscles.

“So, this is the rumored supersoldier that our Reich has developed.” The colonel hummed, impressed by what he saw. Of course, Anna didn’t miss how he regarded her with a small amount of doubt. Probably because he didn’t think her as capable as men. “I am colonel Hoffman, and I’m in charge of this part of the 12th SS Panzer Division. Now then, you have been assigned to this area, correct?”

“Yes, sir. My orders are to assist the 12th in any way possible, in order to halt the Allied advance and secure Caen.” Anna responded neutrally.

“Sir, how will one woman – no matter what the press says – help us push back against the British and Canadians?” The sergeant-major asked, glancing at her.

Annoyance welled up within Anna as she had to listen to the doubts. Yes, she was a woman and only person, but did he have to say it so blatantly? Unable to show her displeasure, she glared at the much smaller man and subconsciously made her stance wider. This did not go unnoticed by the officer, who became quite uncomfortable standing so close to the several hundreds of kilos of beefy muscle. Indeed, the fear was palpable in the air as he looked at her powerful body, which could break him like a toothpick.

“We will have no choice but to see if she is up to the task, sergeant-major.” Hoffman interjected, trying to alleviate the mood. The commanding officer cleared his throat as he turned his attention to her. “Miss Von Weiner, you will be assigned to our Panzer platoons that are scheduled to launch a counterattack within two hours.”

Anna nodded. “Understood, sir.”

“Let me remind you the importance of this attack; we are stretched thin across the river Odon to defend the western flank of Caen, which is our main objective.” The colonel gestured towards the map on the table. “In order to break the siege, our tanks will move up between Rauray and Carpiquet. The Allies haven’t launched another assault, meaning that their offensive is most likely contained. We know that there is an infantry division combined with tanks directly in front of us, but our own tanks should be able to smash through their defenses and force them to retreat.”

The sergeant-major added, “It will also prevent the enemy from taking the town of Rauray.”

“Exactly. This town acts as an observation post, which we cannot afford to lose.”

“So I will be assisting the tanks to compensate for our lack of infantry?” Anna asked as she crossed her beefy arms over her equally massive chest.

If the colonel was affected by the sight of such physical perfection, he didn’t show it. However, his fellow officer was a different story. The man gazed at her striated chest and heavy bust, as well as her taut abdomen. He was probably wondering if she had hidden bricks beneath her suit, but her abs were pure solid muscle; hard and defined.

Hoffman raised an eyebrow. “That is… correct. Our division is low on supplies and manpower, which is why we barely have any men left to accompany our tanks. I do not know how useful you are – no offense – so I will assign you to the task that needs the most help.”

“I will see it done, colonel.” Anna said with surprising determination as she raised her chin proudly. “Victory will be ours.”

…..

Surprisingly enough, the attack took place in the early hours of the day; it was still somewhat dark, and the sun had only just appeared on the horizon, as a few rays of light managed to somewhat clear up the darkness. Still, there was enough light coming from burning wreckages – be it planes or tanks – and ravaged trees, which had been unrooted by artillery fire.

Anna walked at a calm pace as she observed the area. The lush green plains and hills of Normandy would have been peaceful to stroll through, were it not for the constant reminder that a war was going on. Even now, cannons roared in the distance, and the rumbling of tanks and explosions shook the ground. But Anna walked through it; her tree trunk-sized legs remaining balanced even with the minor earthquakes.

Driving next to her was a Panther tank. It was only one out of a few dozen tanks, which were now advancing towards the Allies’ positions. Anna had shut off her heart metaphorically speaking, repressing any emotions she might have felt as she walked towards her first battle. This time she wouldn’t be testing her superhuman might on dummy targets, but actual living people; the results wouldn’t be pretty.

There were a few German soldiers accompanying her, tasked with staying with the tanks to protect them from hostile infantry attacks. Of course, she herself would also be doing this, but unlike them she was supposed to charge the enemy under the cover of fire support provided by the tanks. It sounded like a suicide mission, but Anna’s dense muscles and impenetrable skin should be able prevent her from being killed.

At least, that was the theory that they were banking on.

Anna halted and tensed – muscles bulging in response and swelling larger – as she dug her heels into the dirt, and moved her beefy arms in front of her face while dirt was thrown in the air; enemy artillery had spotted them. Shells landed and exploded all around the advancing platoon. Anna could hear screams over the loud noise, and her eyes glanced at an already burning carcass of what used to be a German tank.

“Get down!” One of the sergeants yelled, hitting the deck.

The other soldiers followed suit as they all simultaneously dove for cover. Even the tank commanders quickly crawled through their hatches, sealing them off as they prayed that their tanks would survive – them included. Yet one person kept standing up; Anna.

Time seemed to slow down as she stood there unyieldingly. A shell landed incredibly close to her, but it failed to tear her flesh apart and kill the muscular amazon. The shockwaves were nothing to her, and her incredibly dense muscle fibers absorbed the force of the cannon fire, negating any harmful damage it might have done.

She had to silence those guns so that the platoon could properly advance, instead of hiding in ditches and armored vehicles as the enemy attacked them from afar. Her blue eyes glowed in the dusk as she looked in front of them; the cannons couldn’t be too far away.

Anna jogged over to one of the ranked soldiers and crouched down. “I’m going on ahead! I’ll try to take out those guns, so be ready to follow me when you can!”

“That’s suicide!” The sergeant yelled back over the symphony of the artillery guns.

“Just be ready, and pass on the message!”

Without waiting for a response, Anna stood back up and began sprinting forward. Her heavy footsteps were not as loud as the cannons, but definitely had force behind them as each step left a deep imprint of her combat boots. Seeing as she didn’t have to stay with the tanks, she allowed herself to move at full speed. Her massively-muscled legs propelled her faster and faster, blood pumping into the powerful fibers and tendons tightening with each step.

In only a matter of five seconds, she was going as fast as 50 kilometers per hour. The blonde German was practically a grey and black blur to the soldiers that were bunkered down behind her. Anna ran through the rain of explosive shells, with one even bouncing off of her sturdy muscles. Another one came falling down close to her, but the superhuman reflexes that she possessed kicked in immediately, allowing her to catch it midair and throw it safely away.

Anna felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Despite the constant bombardment, she felt calm and collected as she ran through it all. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t nervous; Anna would be lying if she wasn’t a bit concerned, but it couldn’t overpower the clarity that dawned over her. She knew that she could do this. It was a strange thought, seeing as her plan was suicidal for anyone else, yet the strength that she possessed gave her a confidence that remained steadfast in the face of battle.

Her path was blocked by fallen logs in front of her, but Anna merely crouched for a split second – hamstrings and quads bulging as they jutted outwards by quite a few centimeters – and jumped. Unlike others, however, she didn’t just jump a meter or two. No, she managed to jump straight over the obstacle and fly through the air, crossing a distance of at least twenty meters in a single jump.

A relieved smile came to her as she landed without a hitch. Of course, her landing caused quite the impact, seeing as she fell with such a velocity and a hefty amount of weight due to her sheer muscle mass. There was a small crater that the blonde supersoldier left behind in her wake, though that was the least of her concerns.

Anna ran for what felt like ten minutes. She kept up the pace, not slowing down from her insane speed as her inhuman stamina allowed her to keep going. Her huge thighs would swell with each leap, and her calves would bulge to the size of footballs whenever her boot came crashing down on the earth, leaving deep imprints in the dirt.

At one point the artillery stopped. Not in the sense that the cannons themselves had stopped, but rather that she was now out of the firing zone, where the rest of the German soldiers and tanks were pinned down. All that Anna could see in front of her was a grass plain, along with what looked to be a farmer’s field with the farm a bit up ahead. Coincidentally, the amazon noticed that the Allied guns were there too.

She didn’t miss the fact that there was a lot of enemies between her and her objective either.

Anna saw an entire defensive line of soldiers, machine guns, anti-tank weapons and even a tank or two. She blinked as those same soldiers finally took notice of her, seeing as it took only seconds for a crescendo of guns to be heard. Her bulky arms once again protected her face out of instinct, but the bullets didn’t even penetrate her skin; they bounced right off.

“Need to keep moving…” She huffed, sprinting forward through the bullets.

By now, she could hear the Canadians and British yelling loudly. No doubt they were astonished by the tall and muscular woman that was somehow not taking any damage at all. Anna frowned as a machine gun opened up on her, constantly striking her left leg with projectiles. Some were deflected, unable to penetrate her defined vastus muscles and thus ricocheting, whereas others were instantly flattened against dense mass. It didn’t hurt but was annoying. Still, that didn’t deter the Allies from throwing everything they had at her.

Anna jumped to the left as an anti-tank cannon fired a shell at her, almost scoring a hit on her. She let out a sigh of relief, though it was short-lived as a second gun fired, and this time she was unable to get out of the way. The ordnance QF 6 pounder anti-tank gun had a nasty bite, Anna quickly realized, as the shell exploded. Smoke filled her vision and obscured her muscular form. The Allies seized fire, believing they had killed the strange woman.

They were completely wrong.

When the smoke cleared, Anna was already moving again. Her cobblestone-shaped abs still stung from the cannon, but she was left unharmed and annoyed by the attempt to kill her. Fear overtook the soldiers at the farm, and the paralyzing shock would prove to be their undoing.

The almost three meters tall amazon jumped high into the air, using her killer legs to propel herself into the air, before landing her massive bulk right in between a squad of soldiers. The shockwave threw them all like ragdolls as she crashed down, dirt and dust flying away like a mini-sandstorm. The force caused by her little stunt was strong enough to break the poor bastards’ bones and kill them – something that Anna somehow managed to ignore.

Her blue eyes immediately locked onto the two anti-tank cannons that had fired at her, glaring at the gunners with anger. These people had tried to hurt her. Something within her found that unacceptable, and it filled her with a burning anger that made her muscles swell, tendons and fibers pulled taut.

“Shoot her! For god’s sake, fire!” One of the British screamed, raising his rifle at her.

The others followed suit, firing bullets at her mighty physique. None of them managed to pierce her superior body, of course. They bounced off harmlessly, again. Anna simply stood there as they kept up the pressure, unfazed by their futile attempts. A foreign sensation welled up inside her; she was oddly thrilled as she realized that they couldn’t do anything to stop her. The blonde’s heart was beating a tad faster, adrenaline coursing through her veins, which in return fed the power of her large muscles. She was stronger, bigger and generally superior to them. Anna wanted more of this addictive experience!

The tall amazon stepped forward, licked her plump lips and swung her arm at a British soldier. The man was backhanded with enough power to make him fly a good distance away, before impacting against a barn and dropping motionlessly on the ground; the wooden wall cracked. Others faced similar fates as Anna handled them with ease. At one point, the breaking of bones and cries of pain didn’t even register anymore.

Anna grabbed one of the cannons by its barrel, lifting the piece of artillery like it was a bat, fingers squeezing it shut with ease. Her biceps bulged and squirmed, veins standing out even through the tight suit. Power flowed through her like blood. She let out a fearsome war cry as she slammed the cannon into the second one, reducing the equipment to scrap metal.

Bullets struck her wide back, tapping her bulging traps like one would to get your attention. Anna gave it to them by descending upon the soldiers like a vicious lion. Every single punch and kick was lethal, killing the Allies by the dozens as they fell back. Her hand would reach out and grab an unfortunate man by the throat, before crushing his windpipe with only the mere twitch of her fingers; that’s how easy it was. Her legs would lash out, snapping multiple bones whenever they connected with her targets.

“Fall back!” An officer called out, waving his pistol in the air. “Let the tanks deal with this bloody thing!”

Tanks? Anna looked past the carnage, noticing two Shermans driving past several trees, tracks throwing up dirt and barrels aimed at her herculean form. The German supersoldier’s eyes widened for a brief moment.

A loud bark sounded through the farm, coming from the first Sherman tank that fired a single shell. It hit her in the stomach, and while Anna was moved back a few meters as her legs flexed from trying to stay in place, the tank was as ineffective as the anti-tank gun from earlier. When the smoke cleared and the dust settled, the Iron Soldier remained standing.

The second tank joined in, but Anna was ready this time; her heels dug into the ground, legs locked in place as she braced herself. Once again the enemy shells proved to be ineffective against the invulnerable armor that was her muscle mass. She took a deep breath afterwards. Her large chest rose exponentially, oversized breast and pectorals almost obscuring her view. Then she dashed forward as her legs almost doubled in size.

Anna avoided getting hit again through the use of her inhumane reflexes, refusing to stop or change her course. The first Sherman tried to reverse as someone inside realized what she was trying to do. It was far too late though.

When her ripped, pumpkin-sized shoulder made contact with the vehicle’s side, there was only a split second before its armor caved in dangerously. Anna watched in satisfaction as the tank rolled over, effectively put out of commission. Smoke came out of its engine, and the occupants were either dead or knocked out by the impact. Something about the sight of total destruction and unlimited power awoke a primal feeling within her. Her mind could not understand what it was; only that it felt good.

“Damn you!”

She was pulled out of her daze as 50. Cal rounds rained down on her back like a torrent, courtesy of the last Sherman tank. Anna turned around, annoyed by the interruption. One of the British was using the gun on top of the turret, trying to eviscerate her with the deadly tool. To her, it was like having tiny pebbles thrown at her at a constant rate; useless and irritating, yet somewhat amusing.

“Is that all you can do? I’m not impressed.” Anna chuckled, hands on her hips.

The pose she struck was a challenge to the armored beast, as if daring it to harm her. Her overwhelming lats flared out and her thick thighs swelled, muscles thoroughly pumped from all the action. This was nothing like the tests. Even better, Anna knew this wasn’t even the full extent of her power. There was more to be unleashed.

Anna waited confidently as the tank finished aiming, and then fired. Unlike the few previous times, she took the attack head-on and refused to budge an inch. Instead, she flexed her throbbing muscles to the brim. Once again she was left unharmed despite the soldiers’ hardest efforts to kill her. It was all too much for Anna, who began laughing as she stood there right in the exact same spot. 

Machine guns opened fire as she slowly walked towards the tank, savoring the rush she experienced. The unfortunate soldier from before jumped off just in time as she grabbed the cannon and twisted it, rendered broken beyond repair. Anna jabbed both of her hands into the frontal armor with two swift strikes, fast enough to be almost invisible to the human eye as her meaty forearms disappeared into the tank, and began to literally pull it apart. The tank operators quickly exited the doomed vehicle, which would otherwise become their tomb. By the time she was done, the muscle giant of a woman stood next to a green piece of scrap.
 
Anna winced as she was hit in the face. Her dainty hand touched the pristine skin of her cheek, causing her herculean bicep to rub against her bossom, and felt her ire grow at what she saw. An entire group of enemies threw themselves at her with weapons blazing. Did these fools not learn? Did they really think they could best her? Anna wanted to prove them wrong. Show them just how insignificant and small they were compared to her.

Faster than a leopard could ever hope to be, she jumped over to where they were, snatching the first man she could. He cried out as she crushed his arm, reducing the bones inside to dust. The poor bastard was finished off in an instant when the superwoman slammed him into the ground. Still, it was not enough. This strange hunger she felt somehow persisted.

Cold blue eyes glared down on the terrified men. Anna lashed out again; her massively muscled leg a blur as two soldiers were eviscerated. Another tried to shoot her in the face, but she grabbed his face and squeezed, pulverizing his skull. Blood and bits of gore spilled on her hand. Normally it would have made her freeze, but in this very moment, all she could think of was how they deserved it for attempting to kill her.

Less than a minute later, the amazon stood victoriously over a pile of corpses. They were in bad shape to say the least. Worse, their bodies looked more as if they been mauled by a beast.

With no one else to challenge her, Anna slowly but steadily calmed down. The pounding in her head lessened until it was nothing but a dull beat. However, she was stuck in a semi-combat state, scanning her surroundings for potential threats. Her hands clenched and relaxed, muscles bulging occasionally. A drop of blood ran down the jagged ravine that was her striated abdomen – it wasn’t hers.

And as her rationality returned to her, the super soldier became aware of the carnage she had unleashed. There were so many dead… Several buildings had been damaged in the process, and apparently the first Sherman had crashed into one of said buildings, leaving it with an enormous hole in the brick wall. Hell, at one point she had crushed the artillery as well, it seemed.

Was this what she was capable of? This utter and complete destruction… Anna couldn’t lie; she was scared by how she had enjoyed it at one point. There was something about using this phenomenal strength of hers that made her shiver. Even being invulnerable made her feel all fuzzy inside, like when she had taken on that tank like it was nothing. However, the most disturbing of all was how she’d almost lost herself to that sensation, which granted her the will to become a ruthless Valkyrie, striking down her foes with overwhelming power.

The rumble of engines alerted her to the arrival of her allies, whose tanks were getting closer to the farm, muffled chatter reaching her ears that had also been enhanced. Anna glanced at one of the bloody corpses at her feet, staring past the hard muscle of her calf. She shook her head to get rid of her morbid thoughts.

This was all for her husband. She had to keep telling herself this. All of this death, this destruction and war, was to make sure they would have a home to return to after all of this.

Anna desperately wanted to believe in that.

…..

This was insane. It was impossible. He could make no sense of this.

Colonel Hoffman thought he’d seen enough in this war to make him indifferent to the battlefield. His position demanded a heart of stone, and a will of steel. Never did he show fear or any kind of emotion to his men. That was the kind of officer he was.

But as he read the reports of what the Iron Soldier had accomplished in just one day, he couldn’t help but collapse in his seat. Even his aides were dumbstruck.

That massive, muscular woman – no, goddess of war – had completely annihilated several platoons all on her own. Entire defensive lines had been torn asunder, leaving holes that the Wehrmacht could exploit to turn the tide. Several hundred men gone just like that. Tanks smashed to bits. Entire artillery encampments wiped off the map. And if what his men had seen with their own eyes was true, she’d done it while being showered with thousands of bullets and explosive shells. Could she even feel pain? Could she feel exhaustion from an entire day of fighting?

“This… this is madness. H-how could one woman do all of this?” He heard one of the men whisper quietly, too shocked to realize he wasn’t just talking to himself.

Hoffman did what any responsible man would do. He stood up, walked over to his bag and pulled out an entire bottle of wine, and unceremoniously drunk of it until it was half empty. Then he left the tent to get some sleep.

Hopefully the war would make sense again in the morning.

[jhunter]

Interesting scenario. Let's hope for more.

[GLKnight]

This weirdly feels like Über. I don't know how, but it does.

[legfan71]

What a pleasant surprise to see a continuation of this story. Anna’s ever increasing enjoyment of her new physique and the incredible power that comes along with it is wonderfully done. I love that she is so aware of the effect that it has on everyone around her, and the playfulness she exhibits. I love that it is set in this specific time period as it is not something that you normally see.  It is tricky to write something where the protagonist is a Nazi created Superwoman, but I liked how you worked around this by describing her thought process throughout the story. The entire action sequence is not something typically done in these types of stories, and it is executed perfectly. It really makes the story stand out for me, along with all of the aforementioned points. Needless to say I hope we see a continuation as it is one of my favorite stories I’ve read in quite a while

[law94]

I love this story, I hope Anna will soon meet her husband again

[governor]

Minor quibble . . . Deutch last names ending with "man" are actually "mann."

[governor]

And of course I failed to spell "Deutsch" aright. . . . (Deutsch is German for German, by the way.)

[nickolai]

Great to have you back continuing this fantastic story.  I am really loving it!  I look forward to much more!

[governor]

Is she gonna have superpowers like Superman?

[Biceps108]

Thanks for all the feedback. Thought I'd might say a few things in response. True, it's tricky to write and there have been stories about this scenario before, but I really wanted to do the same, albeit with a different theme. So in case it isn't clear, this is by no means a story that has any love for the Nazi party or its madman they called a leader. If anything, you can see that Anna and Dietrich simply want this war to be done and over with. I don't see why there shouldn't be a story about a German superwoman, when there have been American or Soviet superwomen before in the female muscle community. That being said, not sure yet whether or not she'll gain any superpowers like Superman has. If any of you would like to see something like that, then feel free to say so, because I like using the feedback I get from people. Oh, and yeah, my bad for the small spelling mistakes.

[law94]

I would like to see that despite her power and the tragedy of the war, she continues to love and care for her husband. I don't really like stories where a woman becomes strong and mistreats her husband / boyfriend

[keitaro]

Please make more chapthers its great!