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Arms Race
« on: September 21, 2024, 08:30:00 pm »
This will be more a series of vignettes set in the same universe than one story, but I’m putting them all here for convenience.  This first one will set the stage for the rest.

The eastern Federation and the western Democratic Coalition on Nations had never openly been at war, but for over a decade they had been engaged in espionage and various proxy conflicts.  Then something happened that would change everything.  A group of miners from a small nation unaffiliated with either side were trapped by a cave-in.  Exploring the tunnels they found themselves in, they discovered a pool of a strange, golden liquid.  When their supplies ran out several days later, they got desperate and drank from it.  It turned out that the substance, which would later come to be called Venusium, was incredibly toxic to men.  However, the two women among the mining crew grew to just over eight feet tall, each weighing over two and a half tons of massive, bulging muscles that allowed them to easily dig their way to freedom.  It was discovered that the duo had become well and truly superhuman, and in more ways than just strength and size.  Bullets were found to simply ricochet off them, and even explosives did not harm them in the slightest, they could break the sound barrier on foot, and were able to leap miles at a time.  Through experimentation with Venusium, it was discovered that larger quantities would make women even bigger and stronger, and would often grant additional abilities entirely according to no discernible pattern beyond the fact that women who grew bigger were more likely to have more powers.  With these discoveries, and that of additional Venusium deposits throughout the world, a new era began.  Both East and West were now in a race to create bigger, more powerful and more numerous Venuses, as they were called, to ensure supremacy. 

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Arms Race
« on: September 21, 2024, 08:30:00 pm »

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Re: Arms Race
« Reply #1 on: September 23, 2024, 09:00:45 am »
Second part.  Again, this isn’t a single story.  It will be a series of vignettes taking place in different places and at different times in the same universe (which, to clarify, is not ours, despite being similar in many ways).

“Legally, you do have the right to refuse this.”  “Don’t worry.  I won’t.”  General Gloria Render of the DCN United Armed Forces replied, scanning the contents of the clipboard she had been given and signing the bottom of the final page, “I’m in.”  The small, wiry black woman glanced up at the scientist walking down the hall beside her, a tall, thin, balding white man visibly getting on in years.  “Alright, then.”  He accepted the clipboard as Gloria handed it back to him, paused to glance over it, then continued walking.  “I’m required to explain how this is going to work, so here we go.  You’ll be given a dosage of the compound known as Venusium, which will cause a major increase in height and muscle mass, as well as strength, speed and durability, and possibly the development of additional abilities besides.   “How big will I get, exactly?”  “We’re not actually sure.  You’ll be given more than most of the other test subjects, which will make you bigger and more powerful than them, but as this is a fairly new field of study, we can’t really give specific numbers.”  “Well how big have other test subjects gotten?”  “The smallest so far have been roughly eight feet tall and over two tons, mostly muscle.  You’re likely to grow much larger than that.”  “And as to how powerful I’ll be?”  “Again, hard to pinpoint exactly.  To continue with the earlier example, our smallest test subjects so far have still been immune to conventional weapons, fast enough to break the sound barrier on foot, and able to lift hundreds of tons.”  Gloria stopped walking for a moment, and almost came at the thought.  “And I’ll be even more powerful than that?”  “Yes.  Again, however, we can’t say precisely how much more powerful until it happens.  To reiterate, you do legally have the right to- " I’ll be fine.  Having that kind of power actually sounds pretty exciting.” 

The remaining minute or so of the walk passed in silence, after which they reached a large set of double doors, which opened into a room larger than any Gloria had seen in this complex so far.  The best analogy she could think of was the old cathedral in the neighborhood she grew up in, albeit much higher tech and not cathedral-shaped.  Another doctor, a young, bespectacled woman even shorter than Gloria, was operating a gigantic machine, which reached almost to the ceiling, next to which was what looked like a spigot attached to the wall..  The woman turned around towards the door.  “This is the test subject?”  “Yes.  This is general Gloria Render.”  “Good afternoon, General,” the young woman said, nervously saluting as she did so. 

Gloria chuckled.  “At ease.  I take it that,” she gestured at the spigot, “Is where we’re getting the Venusium?”  “Indeed.  That machine,” the young scientist gestured at the one she’d been operating, “will monitor your vital signs and… a few other things during the process.  Not that there have been any issues so far, but you can’t be too careful.” The woman giggled nervously.

“Now, fair warning,” the first scientist noted, “you’re definitely going to get much too big for what you’re currently wearing.  We’ll arrange for some clothing to be tailored for your new size after you change, but for now you’ll have to either do this without any clothes or quickly outgrow them.” 

Gloria quickly stripped down, noting that the two scientists were either professional or nervous enough not to ogle her afterward.  “Anything else?” 

“Yes.”  The younger scientist handed Gloria a ring of some kind of elastic material on one end of a cord, with the gigantic machine on the other end.  “This allows us to monitor your vital signs, like I said.”

“And now for the last part.”  With that, the older scientist used the spigot to fill a large cup with a strange golden fluid, then inserted a metal straw.  “Be sure to drink it all.  We can’t let any of this stuff go to waste.”

Gloria took the cup and slurped up the Venusium as quickly as she could.  It wasn’t until she was done that she first noticed it.  A pleasant warm feeling spreading out from her core and gradually increasing in intensity until it filled her entire body and was almost burning.  Just as the feeling was becoming unbearable, it started to fade again, and it happened.  Gloria started to grow.  Taller.  Wider.  Thicker.  Within seconds she’d gone from almost a foot shorter than the older scientist to at least head and shoulders taller than him, and was still swelling larger.  And above all, her muscles were growing.  Her military career had always been physically demanding, but in seconds her simply fit and wiry frame was more like that of a professional female bodybuilder.  Then, seconds after that, she had expanded to the size of a male bodybuilder, and continued to grow to superhuman proportions.  She flexed her right bicep experimentally, watching it grow substantially bigger each time, before noticing her chest.  She had never been particularly busty, but now her pecs had grown far bigger than any breasts she had ever seen, with no sign of stopping.  Curious as to whether she could, she flexed like she had seen some women do to bounce their breasts.  She made her still expanding pecs dance, still enthralled by her ongoing transformation.  When she finally reached her ultimate size, the fifty-foot ceiling was a hair’s breadth over Gloria’s head.  Glancing at the elastic ring, which had been on her left bicep this whole time, she could see that, as elastic as it was, it was strained to near the breaking point.  Given that her unflexed bicep was easily bigger around than a tanker truck, she supposed it was fairly impressive that it had even been able to stretch that far, but no sooner did she start to flex than it snapped and fell to the floor.  Her bicep, meanwhile, kept growing until it was touching the ceiling.  Gloria could tell it wasn’t nearly as large as she could flex it, but she decided against damaging the building and stopped.  Only then did it occur to the general to look down.  Unsurprisingly she couldn’t see her feet, but her calves had grown massive enough to be visible around her chest all the same. 

The two scientists were looking up at Gloria with awed expressions.  The hulking general suddenly realized she could smell things he hadn’t been able to before, from the sweat on the scientists bodies to the cleaning products that had been used in the room she was in what had probably been the previous day, to what she instinctively recognized as cum in the female scientists’ pants.  Gloria chuckled at that, noting that even her voice was far deeper and richer than before, though still feminine. 

The male scientist pressed a button on the wall opposite the machine, causing most of the wall to slide upward revealing a massive room behind it.  “Now that that’s done, if you would please follow me and let us take stock of your new body, that would be appreciated.”  Gloria followed, eager to see what she was capable of now.

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Re: Arms Race
« Reply #2 on: September 25, 2024, 11:16:59 pm »
This one will be fairly violent.  Please let me know how I’m doing.

Janet Makura was sitting by herself, looking out the ballroom window down to the courtyard of the mansion she had lived in with her parents as long as she could remember and the street past the front gate when it happened.  With a loud crashing sound, something hit the asphalt outside.  The cloud of dust and debris settled as the small military detachment stationed just outside the gate took up positions surrounding it.  A crater was now visible in the street, with a rocket in the center, its nose embedded in the crater floor.  After a few seconds of the soldiers and the pair of tanks outside training their weapons on it, the rocket exploded, revealing its payload. 

By this point everyone in the ballroom was gathered around the window, but Janet was too transfixed by what she was seeing to notice or particularly care.  The rocket had contained a woman.  But a woman unlike any Janet had seen in person before.  She stood over three times as tall as any of the soldiers around her.  Her entire body was a hulking, bulging mass of enormous, shredded muscle, putting any man Janet had ever seen to shame even relative to her size.  Just one of her unflexed biceps looked bigger around than a normal person was tall.  And finally, she was stark naked. 

Janet was awestruck.  She had heard about Venus soldiers over the past year, and seen plenty of pictures and footage of them, but seeing one in the flesh was something else.  The woman was pale, her raven hair reaching down to her knees, and her hands looked big enough to crush someone’s head in one.  And even from a distance she seemed to radiate power.

“Freeze!” Said a voice from one of the tanks outside, audibly nervous.  “We can and will use force if you-!” The woman whipped her hair, seemingly unconcerned.  Lashing out like a whip, it hit one of the infantrymen on her right with sufficient force to obliterate most of his body armor and torso in an explosion of gore.  The remaining men and both tanks started shooting.  For several seconds all that could be seen of the enormous woman was a series of explosions that the soldiers were unloading their rifles into.  After those several long, tense seconds, the shooting stopped.  Slowly but surely the smoke cleared… revealing the giantess, surrounded by shrapnel and bullets that had fallen to the ground around her, but completely unharmed.  And wearing an evil, self-satisfied grin.  After a long, uncomfortable pause, most of the soldiers started firing again, but it didn’t matter.  The massive musclewoman struck one man’s neck with a chopping motion forceful enough to decapitate him, ripped another clean in half at the waist, and simply threw a third at a fourth hard enough that both of them burst open, coating everything near them in blood.  Then she grabbed one tank by its main gun and lifted it without any visible effort, using it like a club to splatter the remaining infantry, her insane speed allowing her to effortlessly catch up to any that tried to run.  When the last of the infantry were dead she dropped the first tank, then punched clear through the remaining tank’s hull.  She must have struck its fuel tank, because the vehicle exploded, leaving the giant superwoman surrounded by shrapnel, corpses and pools of oil, some of which were on fire, but still completely unfazed.  Without further ado, she walked through the front gate without even opening it, bending and breaking the metal solely by pressing her body against it, then punched the front doors off their hinges with a crash that resonated through the building.  For roughly a minute after that, those in the ballroom could hear gunshots and screams from the floor below.  Finally, the doors, which everyone was watching with bated breath, exploded inward.  The massive woman was actually taller than the doors, just shy of the ceiling, and wider, having taken out some of the wall on either side when she broke down the doors just by walking through them. Janet supposed she should have been afraid, but she just watched, enthralled, as the giantess’s eyes started glowing.  Twin beams of heat and light shot from her eyes to Janet’s father, whose body burst open as he was cooked alive in under a second.  Then the screams started.  Everyone in the room except Janet was panicking.  Some tried to rush past the giant superwoman through what had once been the door, only dying sooner for their trouble.  Others dashed away, heedless of the fact that the room’s only other exit was a second-floor window, only to be mowed down with additional blasts of heat vision before they took more than a few steps.  Janet’s mother had drawn a handgun and was firing at the behemoth of a woman, only for the bullets to bounce off her without leaving so much as a scratch.  She was the last to die.  Then the attacker looked towards Janet, who hadn’t so much as moved during any of this, and chuckled.  Only then did Janet realize there was a stream of cum flowing down her right leg, but she was too awed by everything she had seen to care. 

“Well,” said the Venus in a deep, booming but still unmistakably feminine voice, “You’re a bit of an odd one.  You liked that, didn’t you?”  Janet nodded.  “I-“ she stammered, “I-I… that was amazing.  I want to know how I can become like you.” 

The gigantic musclewoman burst out laughing for several seconds.  “You’ve got guts, little one.  But tell me, why shouldn’t I just kill you like all the others?” 

“You’re from the Federation, right?  I’m General Makura’s daughter.  I know things.  Take me with you and I can be a valuable source of intel.”  There was a pause.  “Seriously, my father was one of the most powerful men in the DCN, and you cut through all his security like it wasn’t even there.  I want power like that, you and the people who sent you want information I can tell you.  Everybody wins.” 

There was a long, long pause before the massive woman chuckled again.  “I like you.  You’ve got yourself a deal.”

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Re: Arms Race
« Reply #3 on: September 26, 2024, 01:43:16 pm »
I'd say you're doing well! Glad to see someone not being shy from including a bit of gore in a setting where it would obviously be a thing. The format of short stories set in one universe also works well. They're very interesting and entertaining to read. Would love to see some more. For example:

- The dynamics between a Venus soldier and her commanding officer.
- Illegal Venus usage or abuse by civilian, civilian, or reckless military elements.
- Governments trying to (and either failing or succeeding) control their Venus soldiers/population.
- More radical factions getting their hands on Venus. Like cults, supremacy groups, vigilantes, rebels, etc.
- The application of Venus in espionage. For example, smaller Venus women who are more successful at blending in with populations, using their power to infiltrate, steal, spy, assassinate, etc.

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Re: Arms Race
« Reply #4 on: September 26, 2024, 11:22:12 pm »
“Here are the documents you requested, Colonel.” 

“Thank…. you…” Colonel Jason Parrex trailed off as his mind cycled through the awe and nervousness he felt whenever he looked at a Venus, before landing on extreme irritation.  “ENOUGH!”

“What’s wrong, sir?”

The colonel briefly noted how bizarre it was for a behemoth he estimated to be around twenty-five feet tall and whose entire body was covered in gigantic, bulging muscles, the smallest of which were each far stronger than any man’s entire body, looking nervous and ashamed at his outburst, but paid it little mind as he continued.  “I keep telling you people to wear clothes.  You and your squad mates were given uniforms and you WILL wear them and live up to the standards of behavior expected of those in the military!  I don’t care how big or how strong you all are, I’ve been serving for over twenty years, most of you have barely been here for twenty days, and you WILL listen to me!” 

“B-but we talked to the lieutenant, and she said we didn’t have to-“

“Bullshit!”

“But it’s true, sir!  You can go ask her yourself if you want!”

Jason got up from his desk and stormed out of the room.  It didn’t take too long for him to find who he was looking for in the mess hall.  Lieutenant Bethany Jackson, his confidant and occasional lover ever since they had met in basic training, and, since they had reached their current ranks, his right-hand woman.  She’d been one of the first to volunteer to become a Venus when the DCNUAF started using Venusium, going from a small and slim woman to a thirty foot mountain of muscle.  It had been six months since then and Jason still found it disorienting to need to look up at someone he’d always been taller than, to say nothing of the fact that she’d become strong enough to easily rip tanks apart with her bare hands.

“Hello, Colonel,” Bethany deadpanned as he sat down across from the ultra-reinforced bench she was sitting on, “you’ve looking angry today.”

“No shit.”

“May I ask what’s wrong?”

He sighed.  “It’s the new recruits from the Venus program.  They’ve gotten it into their heads that it’s okay for them to walk around naked.  I’ve been insisting they can’t, but they just keep doing it.  One of them even told me you had given them permission!”

Bethany giggled sheepishly.  “Actually I did.”

“WHAT?!?!?”

“Well, to put it mildly, the people contracted to make uniforms for Venus soldiers haven’t had an easy time of it.  The variety of sizes makes any kind of standardization almost impossible, not to mention that we’re all so much bigger than any traditional soldier.  Even this uniform’s pretty tight on me.  That plus what need do we actually have for body armor?  Each of us could probably get hit by a speeding train and barely notice.  I cleared this with the right people, they agreed it was more efficient to just not require them to wear anything.  And quite a few of them seem to enjoy showing off what they’ve become.  Honestly, I can’t help but notice I like showing all of this off too.”  She flexed her godlike biceps, annihilating her sleeves.  “Would you like it if I showed off to you a bit?  In private?”

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Re: Arms Race
« Reply #5 on: September 28, 2024, 04:46:59 am »
Jason Kyle was well known as a man without principles.  His loyalty was first and foremost to himself and his checkbook, and whether his customers were affiliated with the Federation, the DCN or a third party was irrelevant as long as their money was good.  His parents were executives in a major mining corporation, and while the bureaucracy of that line of work had never appealed to him, he had ultimately gone into a relatively similar business.  A fair number of people had called him an arms dealer, yes, and perhaps that was accurate to some extent, but what he actually did was run a series of small, unauthorized Venusium mines that he used to sell the substance to anyone willing to pay.

Jason was seated across the table from a severe-looking older black woman an inch or two taller than his 5’10.  Standing next to Jason was Lucy, his girlfriend and bodyguard, and general second-in-command of his operation, a blonde, blue-eyed, fair-skinned woman who was also a 25-foot superwoman bulging all over with massive, harder-than-diamond, Venusium-enhanced muscle.  In contrast to the other two’s business suits, all Lucy wore was a small (proportional to her size) bikini. 

“So, this is it?” The client said, gesturing at the gigantic vat of Venusium to the right of her, next to the table. 

“Yes indeed, ma’am.  800 gallons of refined Venusium, as we agreed on.  Now, as for the payment…”

“First things first.  What assurance do I have that you’re not just trying to scam us?”

Jason chuckled.  “Fair enough.  Lucy?”

Grinning, the musclebound goliath picked up a coffee mug Jason had been drinking from, but finished earlier in the meeting, from the table and filled it with a tiny fraction of the contents of the vat.  She drank it all, very rapidly given her size, and closed her eyes, a blissful expression on her face, as her already inhumanly massive body began to expand.  The bikini, which had just barely covered her nipples and crotch anyway, snapped off almost instantly, and she continued growing afterwards until she was easily thirty feet tall, her massive muscles bulging even larger than before. 

“And there you have it,” Jason said, watching out of the corner of his eye as Lucy flexed and felt her new muscles, taking inventory of how much bigger she had grown.

“Alright, then.”  The black woman lifted a suitcase that had been laying against her chair onto the table and opened its padlock, then rotated it to face Jason, who opened it to find it full of stacks of unmarked bills. 

“Pleasure doing business with you, ma’am.  I can have someone load the product into your truck if you want.”  She did, so one of the other Venuses Jason had brought with him to the abandoned aircraft hangar that was currently his temporary base of operations-smaller than Lucy, but still a fifteen-foot musclebound, superhuman hulk-carried the vat outside and loaded it into the delivery truck the black woman had arrived in.  “Alright, people,” Jason called out to everyone left in the warehouse, “We’ve got to clean this place thoroughly before we leave.  Make sure all the Venusium and all the cash are accounted for.  We can’t leave anything behind and we can’t leave any sign we were here.”

The sun had just set, and Jason’s employees, Venuses and otherwise, were just finishing up loading everything into the vehicles in the back of the hangar, when the massive doors in front exploded inward.  Eleven Venuses and a couple dozen normal soldiers in tactical gear stormed in, led by the black woman Jason had been doing business with before.  It actually took Jason a few moments to recognize her, because in the few hours since then she had changed.  Not only had she grown to about Lucy’s current size, becoming a thirty-foot, inhumanly musclebound juggernaut, but the aging lines on her face, while still present, were smoothed over in a way that suggested “mature” more than “old”.  And, like the Venuses under her command, she was naked.  Given that any of them could take a mortar round to the chest without even a scratch, armor would have been superfluous. “Freeze!” She boomed, as her apparent subordinates took up positions around the hangar.  “This is the DCN Coordinated Covert Service, and you’re all under arrest!” 

A sting operation, Jason realized.  He had been set up. At least he could guess what the CCS were doing with the Venusium they bought from him.  Glancing around the room, he racked his brain.  The normal soldiers were only a threat to him and  his normal employees, one that the Venuses working for him, especially Lucy, would probably pretty much negate, but the CCS Venuses were a problem.  Each was at least twenty feet tall, bigger than any of his employees except Lucy, and the black woman would be about an even match for her.  And even though they were smaller than her, the others could still overwhelm Lucy by sheer numbers.  Jason was abruptly jolted from that train of thought by Lucy picking him up like a mother with her baby. 

“I said FREEZE!”  The black woman’s eyes started glowing.

Suddenly, Jason and Lucy were surrounded by a flash of light.  When it cleared they were back in the bedroom of their penthouse apartment in Kasura, halfway across the world from where they had just been. 

“Did you just… teleport us here?” Jason asked as Lucy gently set him down.  Looking up at her, he could see that his girlfriend filled up even more of the room than the last time they were there, her head a tiny fraction of an inch from the ceiling.

“Yes.”

“How did I not know you could do that?”

“I don’t think I could until after the dose you had me take during the deal.  Since then I’d had this weird feeling that I couldn’t really think of a way to describe.  When you were in danger, I just knew what to do.”

“Thank you.”

This whole debacle may have cost Jason massive amounts of cash and Venusium, not to mention a few employees, but his various bank accounts were safe, and the locations of the mines he owned were secrets kept from everyone but him, Lucy and the employees at each one.  It wouldn’t be easy, but he’d be able to recoup his losses.  Not to mention that he was still alive and out of prison for the foreseeable future. 

“I love you, hon.”

“I love you too.”

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Re: Arms Race
« Reply #6 on: September 28, 2024, 09:52:35 pm »
Great to see you finally writing stories again.  I am really enjoying these stories and this world.  Keep up the great work!

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Re: Arms Race
« Reply #7 on: September 28, 2024, 11:58:27 pm »
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« Reply #8 on: September 29, 2024, 09:16:52 pm »
General Karek Mantok of the Federation’s Federal Army, had never been married.  Not many people understood why, given that he was both one of the Federal Army’s highest-ranking generals and a tall, muscular, handsome man.  The truth was, most of his would-be suitors over the years just hadn’t interested him.  He wanted to be with a woman who could easily overpower him, in as many ways as possible, and who would enjoy doing it.  Which was why he was currently waiting at his front door, having ordered all of his staff out of the mansion for the night.   

After a few minutes of waiting, there was a brief but loud knock at the door.  Karek quickly opened it.  It was a woman, a redhead roughly equal in height to his 6’1, counting her high heels.  She had a toned, solid figure with significantly larger-than-average breasts, all of which was easily visible due to the skintight leather costume she was wearing. 

“Good,” the dominatrix noted, in a satisfied tone of voice, “You’ve gotten quite good at answering the door promptly.” 

“Thank you, Mistress.”

She nodded.  “Now, do you have what you promised me?”

“Yes, Mistress.  It’s upstairs.”

The duo made their way to Karek’s master bedroom.  The general retrieved a small safe from under the bed, entered the combination and opened it, revealing a small vial of a golden fluid.  It hadn’t been easy, even for a man of his station, to get his hands on this and cover his tracks, but it would be so worth it.  “Here you are, Mistress.  As you ordered.”

“Excellent.  Now for your reward; you get to watch the birth of a goddess.”

Mistress Maria wasted no time in uncorking the vial and downing its contents.  Seconds later, her fit but slim body began to swell.  Her costume put up an admirable fight, but quickly succumbed to her growing frame, and it wasn’t long before it tore open and peeled off her.  She was flexing and posing, her muscles bulging even bigger with each flex, her limbs lengthening and her torso expanding.  Her growing feet had burst out of and crushed her heels by this point, but her head inched ever closer to the ceiling all the same.  As she grew past ten feet in height she started masturbating, fingering herself with her left hand while repeatedly flexing her increasingly massive right bicep. 

Finally, Maria’s growth slowed to a stop.  She was bending her head down slightly to avoid the thirty-foot ceiling, and her muscles were immense, even compared to many other Venuses Karek had seen since the Federation had started creating them. 

“How do I look?” She asked, with an awe-inspiring most muscular pose.

“Incredible, Mistress.”

She chuckled.  “Honestly, ‘mistress’ is selling this short.  Call me Goddess.”

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Re: Arms Race
« Reply #9 on: October 01, 2024, 01:39:27 am »
Readers, a couple questions for you;

Do you think it would work to do things out of chronological order (IE, do something taking place after the DCN/Federation conflict then going back to it)?

What in particular would you be interested in seeing?  I have a few ideas of my own, but I’d like to see any others you guys have.

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Re: Arms Race
« Reply #10 on: October 01, 2024, 04:49:14 am »
A lot of people related to Calliope had died in wars.  Her maternal grandfather and her father before she was born, her older brother and three cousins afterwards.  So, naturally, she had been extremely anti-war for most of her life.  She and her mother were both what a lot of people referred to as “hippies,” and in college she had quickly become involved with a number of activist groups on campus.  When word got out that DCN forces had set up a Venusium mining operation a few miles from the university campus, one thing led to another and she now found herself as part of a group on a self-assigned mission to sneak in and destroy the mining equipment. 

“I still have no idea how I let you two talk me into this,” Calliope said in a hushed voice as Jack scanned the entrance to the mine through a pair of binoculars, “Protests are one thing, but this could get us convicted for treason!” 

“Relax.”  Jack was still looking over the mine entrance, but spoke all the same.  “It’ll be easy.  We sneak in, plant the charges, sneak out, set them off remotely, and that’s that.  Nobody will even be able to tell it was us.”

“And you’re positive no one will get hurt?”

“Yes, Beth.  I designed these myself.  They’re small enough to only damage the machinery they’re attached to.”  Jack continued looking for about another minute after that.  “Alright, let’s move.”

This, Calliope realized, was easily the most nerve racking thing she’d ever been involved in.  Every sound the trio made seemed much louder than it should have, and the whole walk into the mine felt like hours despite her watch indicating it only took a minute and a half.  The group entered a cavern, most of its floor taken up by a massive pool of golden fluid, which was itself surrounded by machines.  Pumps and tubes draining the Venusium from the pool lead to what Calliope guessed was machinery for removing impurities from the substance, which periodically deposited Venusium into large barrels like oil drums.  Generator-powered lights lined the cavern walls, creating spots Calliope, Jack and Beth avoided like the plague along with the guards as they set about planting the charges.

Calliope had just placed the last explosive she had been carrying when she heard loud, aggressive-sounding voices coming from across the Venusium pool.  Looking in that direction from a hiding place behind one of the storage barrels, her heart sank as she saw two guards aiming handguns at Jack and Beth.  She couldn’t hear the specifics of what was being said, but it couldn’t be good.  Almost hyperventilating, Calliope’s urge to save her friends warred with her instinct to get as far away from here as she could as fast as she could.  Honestly, the second part pointed out, how could you even-

The barrel.  Calliope didn’t want to become some kind of living weapon, or to be so easy to pick out of a crowd given what she’d been doing, but it was her only chance. 

Beth, Jack, the two guards holding them at gunpoint and the other guards approaching them could all suddenly hear a voice.  A very loud, very deep but unquestionably female voice, moaning in ecstasy, getting louder and deeper all the while.  It took Jack several seconds to process what he was seeing when he looked to the source of the sounds, but he then recognized Calliope, except completely naked, at least ten feet tall, superhumanly musclebound, and still growing in every way.  Everyone in the cavern stared in shock as the once slim, bony girl continued to expand and moan in pleasure.  Her left hand fondled her right breast, while her left hand stimulated her crotch, which was virtually pouring increasing amounts of fluid as she grew.  No one could take their eyes off the behemoth of a girl as she continued getting bigger.  “Yes,” she boomed, her growth starting to slow down, “yes, so… much… POWER!!!”  As her growth reached its zenith, a jet of cum shot from between her legs, soaring across the cavern, over everyone else’s head, and to the cavern wall, where it left a crater taller than most people.  Then, Calliope, her head less than an inch from the forty-foot ceiling and her muscles mountainous, started effortlessly destroying the machinery.  The guards opened fire, but their bullets bounced off her without leaving so much as a mark on her skin.  At one point a guard grabbed Jack and leveled her gun at his head, but Calliope’s eyes started glowing and the gun flew out of the guard’s hand, with everyone else’s gun quickly following suit before they all twisted into various useless shapes. 

Before long, Calliope was done, the machinery in the cavern utterly destroyed.  At some point the guards had fled, and Calliope approached her friends, each footstep feeling like an earthquake.

“Calliope,” Jack said, trying and failing not to sound nervous, “are you okay?” 

The newborn superwoman chuckled.  “Fantastic.”

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Re: Arms Race
« Reply #11 on: October 04, 2024, 01:22:57 am »
“Anyone else heard from squad three?  I can’t get ahold of them.”  The chorus of negatives from the other squads did nothing to help Jack’s nerves. 

Several tense minutes passed before Jack’s radio crackled again.  “This is squad five,” came a nervous voice.  “We found squad three.  Nobody left, just… bodies.” 

Jack did his best not to let his apprehension slip into his voice.  “Any sign of what happened?” 

“No, just- Hold on.”  The voice went silent, replaced for several seconds with the sound of automatic weapons fire.  Then screaming.  Pained, terrified screams, at first mixed in with the shooting before replacing it entirely.  Then nothing. 

“All squads be advised,” Jack said, the struggle to keep the terror out of his voice even greater now, “we have unidentified hostiles in the area.” 

Several minutes passed, Jack checking on each squad in turn.  By the second time he got to each, there was only silence.  After another minute or so of Jack and the soldiers with him waiting with bated breath, she appeared on the horizon.  A figure that, as it approached, turned out to be a woman.  A woman who was completely naked, at least ten feet tall, and bulging all over with so much muscle she almost didn’t look human. 

“Who are you?” Jack once again tried not to make it obvious how nervous he was, but failed miserably. 

The woman, now close enough to look him in the eye, grinned sadistically.  “Your demise.”


I do have some ideas for further installments myself, but I’d appreciate any that anyone else is willing to suggest.  Thanks!

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Re: Arms Race
« Reply #12 on: October 07, 2024, 08:34:29 pm »
Kyle Anderson had known Hayley for most of his life.  His parents, two of the richest, most powerful business people in the DCN, if not the world, had hired the Venusium-enhanced giantess, who was in her early twenties at the time, when he was seven to act as his bodyguard.  They had always made quite a pair, a boy who had been short and skinny even for his age at the time, and a woman who stood just over twenty feet tall barefoot and, even relaxed, was bulging all over with superhumanly massive muscles.  Even as Kyle had grown up the size disparity had remained, both due to his near-constant companion’s massive size and because, even as an adult, he remained small for his age. 

Kyle and Hayley were in a board meeting when it happened.  The ongoing discussion was cut off by a rhythmic thudding sound, accompanied by tremors each time, that Kyle almost immediately recognized as a Venus making her way towards them.  Kyle’s nervousness at this only increased as he started hearing screaming and gunshots.  Then the door of the board room-not to mention much of the wall surrounding it- burst inward, crushing the end of the table as the people seated at it dove out of the way.  The intruder was, indeed, a Venus.  Unlike Hayley, who, ever the professional, was wearing a business suit, (albeit one that looked to be a single good flex from destruction) this woman was completely naked, making it easy to see that, in addition to being a foot or so taller, she was noticeably more muscular than Hayley.

“Anderson,” the intruder boomed, “you’re coming with me.”

Hayley stepped forward, taking a place between Kyle and the other woman, as the rest of the board fled the room.  “And what if he doesn’t want to?”

The other Venus grinned.  “Then I get to have some fun first.”

The two hulking juggernauts lunged at each other as Kyle took cover under what was left of the table.  A booming sound rang out, followed by a shockwave that shook the room as one of them attacked the other.  For another minute or two Kyle could only hear similar booms and crashing sounds as the fight continued and, he assumed, walls and objects across that floor of the building were caught in the crossfire.  Eventually, Hayley was tossed to the floor, landing next to her charge.  She was battered and bruised.  Kyle’s heart rate accelerated from its already greater-than-normal level.  He’d never seen his bodyguard hurt by anything before.  This was bad, and he could hear the other woman making her way towards him again. 

“Hayley?  Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” Hayley replied, her speech slurred a bit but still understandable.

“Good.  Are you okay with using plan B?”

“Yes.”

With that, Kyle pulled a dropper from his pocket and squeezed its contents into Hayley’s mouth.  The hyper-concentrated Venusium went to work, her bruises rapidly fading and the rest of her body healing at the same speed.  Then, as she unsteadily got to her feet, the substance fully took effect, causing her to tear out of her suit as she more than doubled in size within a few seconds.  By the time the intruder had returned to the board room Hayley was over forty feet tall and a mass of bulging, immense muscle that towered over her and was vastly more muscular.  The intruder barely had time to say “Shit,” before Hayley easily knocked her unconscious, leaving her lying in a crater in the floor.

For a few minutes Hayley examined her new body, flexing and feeling her bigger muscles.  “I’m going to need a new suit, but thank you.

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