Amazons vs Atlantis

[Apley44]

This is considered fan-fiction.
This story was inspired by multiple TV shows, comics and stories from this site. Examples include DC’s Flashpoint storyline, Greek mythology with some ideas from TV Shows such as “Baki”, “Blood of Zeus” and “Ooku: The Inner Chambers”. Some Saradas stories that truly inspired my writing include grbaclig (Little Sister is a Big Bully, Fast Times at Flexington High) Jayder (Domestic Muscle) and GDF-8 (A Bodybuilder’s Tale). My favourite female muscle artist is CrisShapes, DC Matthews and Reddyheart, and the girls in my stories were clearly inspired by their characters.

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PROLOGUE: PART 1
First, let’s introduce the major players in the story:
Humans – Set in an alternate Earth, humans are the predominant species in the story. They believed they are the predominant rulers of the Earth, until the First and Second Ages of Integration in 1945 and 2008 respectively, proved otherwise.

The Amazons – Hailing from their mysterious home island of Themyscira, the Amazons are a warrior race of human subspecies, consisting of only women. Known to be created by the Greek Gods of Mount Olympus thousands of years ago as the protectors of the Greek Empire, these Amazons are genetically superior to normal humans. With the fall of the Greek Empire and Mythology, they have seen their purpose disappear and have lived in seclusion in their utopian island of Themyscira. After a WW2 plane crash landed on their island, the first contact between Amazonians and the outside world was made. With the shifting of trends towards increasing global conflict, their Queen Hippolyta and her daughter, Princess Diana, have decided to integrate the Amazons with the entire world, with the aim of empowering humans with the true values of the Amazonian race. This was recorded in history as “The First Age of the Integration”.

Physically, as a result of their superior genetic conditioning and brutal warrior training from such a young age, Amazons are fit, athletic and well-built ladies, with even the smallest Amazons possessing the mesomorphic body proportions equivalent to an IFBB Women’s Figure Pro, and bigger ones sporting much more muscular frames of an IFBB Women’s Physique and Bodybuilding Pros. The average height of an Amazon is around 6 foot 3 or 1.91 metres (compared to average human male of 5 foot 9 or 1.75 metres, and an Olympic male swimmer’s average height of 6 foot 2 or 1.88 metres), and an Amazon’s average weight is around 220 pounds (compared to average NBA players’ weight of 216.52 pounds). One of the traditional sports held yearly in Themyscira has been bodybuilding, and with their integration into the human world, they introduced this sport to their human counterparts. Thus, the first Olympia was held in the island of Themyscira. Today, Amazons are invited as honourable guest posers in the Olympia events, with the real contest was done between humans only because if Amazonians competed, it would be an unfair fight to humans.

Despite that, the body of an Amazon is not just for show. Their physical strength is much superior compared to any human being, with Princess Diana herself being stronger than 10 fully grown human men. They have superhuman stamina, durability and agility, with a superior metabolic rate as well. A biopsy of an Amazonian warrior’s bicep found an incredible mitochondrial density about 10x greater than a regular human male and packed with a far denser muscle fibre structure per unit volume of muscle. An Amazon’s ovaries are twice the size of a male testicle, producing 5x as much testosterone as an adult male, but their superior female bodies were adapted to utilise the testosterone purely for muscle building and avoid the steroid pumping side-effects of acne, hirsutism and deepening voices, conserving their feminine beauty with enhanced muscle growth. Their oestrogen production, the main female hormone, was also 4x higher than that of human females, giving them incomparable feminine beauty and grace, armed with ample natural breasts that looked even better than any artificial breast implant, wide luscious hips and womanly glutes, and a sexily athletic feminine figure that would qualify them for any swimsuit modelling agency. As a proof of their dominance, shortly after integration, Amazons participated in their first Olympics, sweeping every single gold medal in contention and smashing every single world record in both men and women categories. To put matters into perspective, Artemis, the First General of Themyscira, broke the 100m sprint world record in the 1948 London Olympics with a time of 6.39 seconds. The closest any human ever came to that record was Usain Bolt’s 9.58s in 2009. The 100m freestyle swimming record set by the Amazonian Navy’s First Admiral Antiope in the same Olympics was 34.30 seconds, and to put that into perspective, the current men’s 100m freestyle world record was 46.86 seconds. By mutual consent, the Amazons withdrew their participation in all human sporting activities due to the superior physical advantage they held.

Besides that, due to their genetic supremacy, all Amazonian women possess incredibly symmetrical facial features, perfect skin conditioning and youthful looks, making them the most beautiful women in the entire world. The top 20 highest paid supermodels are all Amazons, and ever since their first Miss Universe participation in the year 1990, they have won every single edition until their voluntary withdrawal from all future Miss Universe events starting 2003.

Being from an island with only female inhabitants, Amazons reproduce in very unorthodox methods. Before their integration in the human world, for centuries, Amazons would venture out of their island to raid the high seas in search of lonely human sailors to plant their seeds and continue the Amazon bloodline. Seeing how a bevy of naked, angelically gorgeous women would want to throw themselves at them, most sailors would oblige and for those who wouldn’t oblige, the Amazons would usually get their way as well by forcing themselves on them and rape them, which wasn’t hard considering the Amazon’s superior physicial strength. But not all men were that lucky, for there was a catch, as Amazons mate and get turned on by only the most virile and masculine men. That meant warrior men, strong men and handsome men. The weaklings and wusses would be thrown overboard. And with the intense testerone-filled libidous drive of the Amazonians, sex with them was brutal, primal, animalistic and violent. Most men, no matter how strong and masculine they are, would be crushed by the Amazon’s dominant sexual aggresion and intense orgasms. And after nine months, the Amazons would give birth to a daughter, fresh and immortal, to be trained in the warrior ways of the Amazon. And that was the beauty of it all, Amazons could only bear daughters, for the Amazonian womb physiology would render the male fetuses toxic.

Amazons also possess increased cognitive abilities, with their IQ ranging between 130 to 150, which is basically in the “Superior intelligence” to “Genius” range. After integration, Amazons are sent to study in the best universities in the world and they usually end up top of their class, pioneering in multiple ground-breaking discoveries. Amazons, despite being warriors by training, are now being absorbed into human industries, holding managerial positions in 40 out of the top 50 richest companies in the world, winning 80% of all the Nobel prizes since 1960 and scoring consistently in the top 0.5% of SAT scores in USA every single year. Since 1980, Themyscira has been inducted as a permanent member of the United Nations Security Council, and Queen Hippolyta is considered arguably the most powerful person in the world.

With all that in mind, we must also note that the Amazons are basically immortal due to their arrested ageing. Queen Hippolyta is 3000 years old (but doesn’t look a day over 35), Princess Diana is 800 years old and is considered part of the younger Amazonian generation, and Artemis is 1200 years old (despite looking no older than a 25-year-old supermodel).
So all in all, in shortened terms, an Amazon is the prime human specimen. It is no doubt that the Amazons, despite having a population of only 80,000, are the dominant race on Earth. This changed until the Atlanteans arrived.

The Atlanteans – Coming from their home world of Atlantis, a sprawling ancient underwater empire spanning the entire North Atlantic Ocean, almost the size of an entire continent. To them, humans are known as “surface-dwellers” and for thousands of years, they have lived in isolation in the depths of the ocean floor, far from the chaos of their human counterparts. However, this changed when their king, Aquaman, took the throne in 2005 after his mother, Queen Atlanna died. You see, Aquaman was raised by his father, a surface dweller, for most of his life. It was only after Queen Atlanna died that he discovered his birthright as the heir to the Atlantean throne. When he first became king, it took him three years to win the support of his subjects, mainly through the elimination of rebelling tribes in the South Atlantic, Arctic and Mariana Trench. Now, with his kingdom reunited, he could finally fulfil his vision of uniting both the surface world and Atlantis. He had grown up for 30 years in America and had seen the impact the Amazons had on the world. He wanted to do the same with Atlantis.

So in 2008, the history of mankind was introduced to The Second Age of Integration, this time with Atlantis. The underwater kingdom, with its vast resources and population, was the most advanced civilization on Earth. They discovered electricity 800 years before surface dwellers did by cloning the cells of electric eels, and had already mastered quantum mechanics, relativity and artificial intelligence way before Newton discovered gravity. This technological superiority was shared with surface dwellers, and this has allowed Atlanteans to gain a strong influence in global affairs. With their dominance, Atlantis secured a permanent place in the United Nations Security Council and King Aquaman also rose to prominence as one of the most powerful people in the world.

Not only that, just like the Amazons, the Atlanteans had a genetic makeup that is vastly different from normal humans. The most striking is their unique physiology, which allowed them to breathe and live underwater. Under the protection of Poseiden, God of the Seas, all male Atlanteans were blessed with a hulking muscular physique, all of them sporting the aesthetic frame of an IFBB Men’s Classic Physique Pro, like a race of superior Chris Bumsteads and Ramon Dinos, while the female Atlanteans, even though they are not as muscular as their Amazonian counterparts, they all look absolutely gorgeous in their IFBB Wellness and Bikini Pro physiques, like a bevy of  Francielle Mattoses and Choi Saras. Both male and female Atlanteans possess superhuman strength, durability, agility, and stamina that could rival that of Amazons. This is of course, all in theory as there was no documented fight between an Atlantean and an Amazon recorded officially.

While not immortal like the Amazons, Atlanteans possess the unique ability of communicating with sea-creatures. That could be a major weapon in their arsenal, for they could summon a pack of sharks or a school of whales in a matter of minutes to add to their armies.

So, in summary, Atlanteans were another race of superior human subspecies, but with the added ability of underwater adapatability.

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Now, I hope you’re not too overwhelmed with the information. Now let’s move on with the story.

Despite the growing influence of the Atlanteans, while there was a growing tussle for power between Amazons and Atlanteans (much like a milder version of the Cold War between America and the Soviet Union), the world was basically at peace, prospering with the shared co-existence between humans, Amazons and Atlanteans. Distrust still remained between Amazons and Atlanteans, each kingdom vying for the ultimate dominance of the world. The Amazons, with their legions of powerful, intelligent and charismatic warrior women, gaining the utmost respect, especially from the human female population, a vanguard for the growing feminist movement. Atlanteans, with their thousands of years of scientific advancement, were seen as idols for innovation, exploration and discovery. Many times, Amazons and Atlanteans disagreed openly in United Nations debates and many times, Amazons had to compete with Atlanteans for awards and political positions. While humans benefitted significantly from this competition, the quiet animosity between Atlanteans and Amazons grew.

However, disaster struck in 2019.

It all started with a school of infected whales washed up just off the eastern coast of Canada. A group of Atlantean soldiers cleared the dead animals, observing the traditional Atlantean rites, but days later, one-by-one, the soldiers fell ill and died.
It was a brutal pestilence of parasitic origins. Apparently, when spread among people, it was airborne and waterborne, but the weird thing was…it only affected males. Once inhaled, the transmissible form of the parasite gains entry into the bloodstream through the lungs. This occurs for both men and women. However, the next phase of the parasitic life cycle only affects men. After entry into the bloodstream via the lungs, the parasites spread to the testicles, incubating and multiplying there. Once its colonies grow exponentially and mutate into their activated form, the parasites get released from the testicles and spread to the other organs, causing severe liver, kidney and heart failure. The victims die in a matter of days. Since women had no testicles, the parasites are trapped in the body and had no opportunities to multiply and mutate into its aggressive form, rendering women safe from the disease but they acted as silent vectors of transmission to other males, via the air and water. And its worldwide spread was extremely fast. Within 1 week, it has spread to all six continents, the WHO declaring a state of emergency. It first killed off Atlantean males, but soon, its mortality spread to human males as well. Death rates between elderly and male children were almost 100%, while that of adult males were almost 80%. Within two months, a substantial percentage of the global male population was decimated, and the world was in a state of chaos. Atlanteans as well. History called this The Great Death.

With almost every country in the world crippled, the only kingdom which was relatively unaffected by all this was Themyscira, due to its female-only population. The ensuing chaos meant that developing of a cure or vaccine was of utmost importance, desperate even. Queen Hippolyta and Princess Diana ordered a recall of every Amazon scattered across the world back to Themyscira, to regroup all their resources in order to develop a vaccine/cure. Within 6 months since the first patient was infected, a vaccine prototype was developed, and by 8 months, it was in full mass production. By 1 year, 80% of the surviving population, regardless male or female, was successfully vaccinated, but it was too little, too late. 75% of the human male population had died from the disease, making the remaining 25% a valuable resource for the future of human reproduction. The greater female population now had to step up and join the workforce to kickstart the economic rebuild. And who better to lead this feminine revolution than the Amazon superwomen.

Known as the race that steered humanity out of The Great Death, the Amazons led and inspired a new generation of young women to achieve their destiny. Amazonian charisma, leadership and power fuelled the female population, and never before had the Amazons been worshipped so majestically. Some populations even abandoned their religions altogether and erected statues of great Amazonian leaders: Queen Hippolyta, Princess Diana, First General Artemis, First Admiral Antiope and many more.

As for the dwindling men, they are seen as a scarce resource and essential to the continuation of the human population. Therefore, to ensure they are protected from the occasional sporadic outbreaks of The Great Death, they are kept “quarantined” at home to take over household duties, and also to act as sperm donors and sexual partners to satisfy the reproductive and sexual needs of the larger female population. Male prostitution was sanctioned and regulated, and many of them are paid handsomely as well by single young women who seek to produce offspring and satiate their primitive lustful desires. Only the richest women could afford to marry a man for herself and pay a valuable dowry to his family in order to take his hand in marriage. Because of the business-like nature of this “transaction”, there was this unwritten perspective that men are now seen as a woman’s property, to be bought, sold and rented out to other women as income whenever the wife sees fit.

As for the Atlanteans, they too suffered a catastrophic blow from the decimation of their male population. Only 10% of males remain, making them a highly valuable resource. Just like the surface world, they are to be closely monitored, fed and regulated, used purely for the purpose of reproduction. All men in the Atlantean army were discharged and fully replaced by their female counterparts.

Amazingly, King Aquaman was one of the survivors of The Great Death. He was infected though, but miraculously made a partial recovery. Some say he would never regain his former strength. While research shows that the testicular infection would eventually heal, he found this not to be his case and he was ultimately sterile. His Queen, Mera, was utterly devastated and with a weakened king and no heir, the Atlanteans were desperate to solve this issue.

So logically, they decided to head to the place where the most advanced research for The Great Death was done: Themyscira. Going up to the surface world after such a disaster, the world looked so different. The Amazons were worshipped like Goddesses by the surface dwellers, especially the women and it pains Atlanteans to see their power relinquished to their closest political, scientific and economic rival. And even now, he was seeking their help and expertise to solve the issue of his sterility and inheritance.

As Queen Mera stayed behind to oversee the crucial rebuild of Atlantis, King Aquaman and his convoy of now personal female guards proceeded to Themyscira.

Princess Diana was already awaiting his arrival at the Amazonian Palace, her guards escorting the Atlantean guests to a picturesque corner, a veranda built atop a seaside cape, the waves of the Aegean Sea crashing against the collection of seaside rocks. In Themyscira, all indoor buildings are to be stepped barefoot as the Amazons value hygiene a lot. Princess Diana was reclined over a lounge chair, being fed a bundle of grapes by a human maid, the princess’ right arm curling a stacked up dumbell, her well-defined mango-sized bicep contracting with each pump, her cephalic veins rising very prominently from her skin. At first glance, it looked like any regular dumbell, around 180 pounds from the size of it, but upon closer inspection, King Aquaman noticed that it was made of osmium instead of the regular cast iron. Osmium was much denser than iron, which meant Princess Diana was lifting much heavier than a mere 180 pounds…doing the math, King Aquaman shivered as he realised, she was lifting over 500 pounds…with one arm! Almost 100 pounds heavier than the strongest male Atlantean warrior he had ever met. And she wasn’t even sweating, as if this was just some casual pump to pass the time!

As she stood to greet her guests, King Aquaman checked out the Amazonian beauty before his eyes. Princess Diana was dressed in a white chiffon exomis with loincloth, a staple of Amazonian attire, baring her right chest to show off a set of well-contoured and full-looking pectoral muscles, her perky and shapely C-cup breast confidently on display. A golden belt was fastened around her waspishly thin midsection, causing the fabric to hug her figure, demonstrating the breadth of her flaring lats and a jaw-dropping V-taper. The thigh splits on either side of her loincloth showed off much of the rippling muscularity in her well-defined quads, the striations dancing with every twitch of her toes. As she dropped the monstrous dumbell, King Aquaman could see Diana’s capped, fully rounded deltoids bulging out from both shoulders, a juicy vein crossing sexily over the vast muscle bellies. She looked very much like a contest-ready and perfectly conditioned Olympia Women’s Physique competitor, one that was able to humble the likes of Natalia Coelho, Shanique Grant and Sarah Villegas. Princess Diana looked queenly, strong and powerful, an aura fit for a goddess, in contrast to King Aquaman’s fatigued, atrophied body. King Aquaman was under her mercy, and she knew it.

“Leave us,” Princess Diana ordered the guards, her voice full of conviction and respectable authority.

“Greetings, Aquaman. I apologise that my mother, Queen Hippolyta is not here to greet you. She was expecting you but this morning, she was invited to the United Nations for an important meeting, to present a new 9-point plan to eradicate the problem of food insecurity in the shortage of male farmers. Now, what brings you desperately out of the silent depths of your seas and into our utopian paradise, Aquaman?” Princess Diana said, settling onto her lounge chair again. There was no other seat for King Aquaman, but he ignored it and went straight to the point.

“Princess Diana, it is a problem of my heritage. I know The Great Death is not supposed to render men infertile, but somehow it did to me. I need a legitimate heir or chaos will reign Atlantis over the question of the throne. With your superior research over The Great Death, do you have any resources that can help me be fertile again?” King Aquaman said.

Princess Diana reached for a glass of red wine and took a sip. It was delicious, no doubt it was one of her favourites, a Cabernet Sauvignon from the Napa Valley. “Ah, that’s some good wine. So, you have unfortunately suffered the rare complication of permanent sterility as a result of the infection. How pitiful. However, due to the rarity of this complication, our research into this issue is limited. Of course, we could gladly spare a division of our best Amazon scientists to study this, but funding will be an issue. You see, most of our financial resources are directed to the economic recovery of the world, and research into the different mutating strains of the parasite cropping up every week takes precedence as well. I’m sure you are a smart man, Aquaman. Surely you can see that these are much more pressing issues to address. We do not want a second Great Death, do we? Unless you are willing to fund this research yourself, then we could gladly comply, if you are that desperate,” Princess Diana explained.

“Unfortunately, the vaults of Atlantis are all but dried up. We may not be able to afford it.”

“Oh well, a pity then. In that case, I cannot help you. I’m sorry Aquaman. Perhaps once the world recovers financially, we may be able to aid you in this research.”

“No, between me and you Princess Diana, I have to tell you, I may not regain my full strength. I wake up every morning, coughing up blood from all that lung injury, and one of my kidneys is already damaged. I may not have time. The enemies of Atlantis are eyeing my demise.”

“I’m sorry, Aquaman, but my hands are tied. Though, I can assure you, in the case where Atlantis calls for help in matters of economics and politics, Themyscira will answer. Until then, I am unable to help you.”

Then suddenly, King Aquaman felt a sudden surge of pain rushing into his head, as if someone drilled a hole into his skull and poked their fingers into his brain. His eyes are threatening to pop out of his sockets, his sclera filled with bright red capillaries.
“ARRRGGGGHHHH!” King Aquaman screamed, clasping his head with both hands. His mouth was salivating profusely like a rabid dog, the veins on his temples throbbing like crazy.

“Aquaman!” Princess Diana yelled. This couldn’t be it, could it? she asked herself. She had read some of the research papers before, a few documented cases of transient psychosis preceeded by excruciating headaches and rabid episodes. Another rare complication of The Great Death, a consequence of the parasite attacking the brain tissues during the course of the infection.
Suddenly, out from the edge of the water, two Great White Sharks emerged and attacked Diana. She was taken by surprise, but her warrior instincts told her the exact time to duck. With her superhuman strength, she caught one of the sharks in midair and wrapped her arm around its belly in a bear hug, her pumped up muscles exploding from the workout, clamping down mercilessly like a nutcracker until she heard its bones crack. She had to let go of the carcass as the second shark came charging at her, the ugliest razor-sharp teeth baring, jaws wide open. Swiftly, she grabbed onto its upper and lower jaw, preventing it from snapping down at her. She held that position for a moment, before shifting her weight and without a shred of doubt, ruthlessly ripped its mouth wide apart, splitting the lower jaw from the rest of its body. As the predator died in her arms, she lifted the 3000-pound shark carcass over her head and tossed it back into the sea from whenced it came. She made the whole ordeal look smooth and effortless, and in a way, it was. Amazonian warrior training was much tougher than this.
“Aquaman! I want you to call off the sharks and for God’s sake, oh Great Hera, get a hold of yourself!”

But Aquaman was not himself anymore. In his eyes now were a pure psychotic lust for violence, and the shark attack was just a decoy.

“Pretty…” he groaned.

With Diana preoccupied, Aquaman pounced. She was fast enough to react and halt his charge, their hands locking in a Mercy position. For a patient who just recovered, the psychosis had given Aquaman a surge of strength, but Diana knew, she was Amazonian. She was stronger than him.

She turned up to second gear and wrestled him hard. She was winning, smoothly forcing him down onto his knees. This man was out for blood, and in a desperate bid for survival, she twisted his wrists, severing his bones as he screamed in pain.

Unperturbed, much like a rabid dog, he started biting at her ferociously. In an attempt to prevent herself from being turned to Amazonian meat, she swung a wild punch at his face which she felt shattered his zygomatic bone. That was not meant to be fatal, but the ensuing fall was. The inertia from Diana’s powerful strike sent Aquaman’s body flying with so much force, that it sent his head crashing into one of the rocks on the cape, shattering his skull. And just like that, King Aquaman was dead.

“Nooo! My King!” one of the female Atlantean guards screamed, barging in after hearing the commotion. “You killed him!”

“No, Atlantean! You misunderstand! He attacked me and I was merely defending myself!” Diana yelled.

But the Atlantean guard was having none of it. More Amazonian warriors were already marching towards them. She rejoined the rest of her platoon and they jumped into the ocean and was never seen again.

Princess Diana sighed, observing King Aquaman’s corpse.

“Take his body, clean it and prepare my submarine. I will send him back to the Atlanteans personally,” Diana ordered as her warriors approached. “Hurry up, the Atlanteans are stubborn and are quick to jump to conclusions. They will be angered.”

But as fast as they worked, in mere hours, catastrophe struck. A huge tidal wave surge formed in the horizon, gathering as high as ten miles in height, rumbling towards the coast of Themyscira. It seems that Queen Mera was having none of it. She only wanted vengeance.

The giant tsunami engulfed the entire island of Themyscira and almost half of Europe, from the coast of Portugal right up to the foot of the Swiss Alps. Millions of Amazon-worshipping humans perished. In Themyscira, their homeworld gone, right in the blink of an eye, along with 20,000 of their most courageous female warriors. This was known as The Nuclear Flood.

Princess Diana however, managed to escape in their fleet of invisible jets with the rest of her 60,000 warriors, seeking sanctuary in the United States, which was unharmed by the tsunami. Hours later, Queen Hippolyta was found dead in her UN hotal room, along with her four Amazon warrior guards, surrounded by the corpses of 40 female Atlantean assasins.

That same night, in an internationally televised announcement, Queen Mera, wearing the royal golden helm of Queen Hippolyta, declared war on the Amazons for their assassination of the King Aquaman, and the surface world. It was clear to Diana now, that the tsunami was not just out of vengeance, but also out of jealousy. The Great Death have decimated the Atlantean empire, and the Amazons now ruled the surface world with their unrivalled influence. Humans worshipped Amazons, and Atlantis could not accept that. And so they sunk half of Europe as a lesson. And with the sunken landmass, Atlantis inadvertently expanded their oceanic borders, half a continent’s resources now underwater, free for them to plunder.

The next day, now known as Queen Diana, she responded by declaring war on Atlantis, and established the United States as the new Amazonian homeworld of New Themyscira.

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PROLOGUE: PART 2
Mera
Location: Atlantis Council Room (3 hours before The Nuclear Flood)

Queen Mera supported her chin with her right hand, her elbow placed on the armrest. Arthur (King Aquaman) had just left for Themyscira to discuss with the Amazons on his sterility, while Queen Mera remained in Atlantis to chair this council meeting on the economic revival of their kingdom. It was a monumental task, and honestly, she was at her wit’s end. She had been the acting ruler of Atlantis while Arthur recovered, and it was not easy, especially with thousands of male Atlanteans dying daily. As the epicentre of the pandemic, Atlantis bore the full brunt of the damage. Only 10% of their male population remained. The Atlantean army was disbanded and reestablished with a fully female recruitment. The good thing was, Atlantean women were just as powerful as the men, and all young Atlantean girls received combat training in school. Nevertheless, this did nothing to stop the population from shrinking from a properous 1 billion to 500 million. Now, taking a leaf out of the surface dwellers’ book, the entire workforce was populated by entirely young female Atlanteans. Men were now a limited resource, and to prevent them from being exposed to the ever-mutating strains of The Great Death parasite, they were mostly kept at home, only allowed the visit of female clients for the purpose of conducting the “natural obligations”.

“Now for my report of Atlantis’ surface investments. As you all know, our kingdom-backed mining company, Aquamax had been bought over by the surface dwellers, a French business lady from Paris, under the advice of the Amazons. Basically, the company’s previous owner, Lord Heimdall Hyland and his sons died from The Great Death, leaving the company with no heir. And with our kingdom in financial strain, the Hyland family sold the company for a hefty price, which was then used to invest in the purchase of our kingdom’s new coral harvesting crafts. Problem is, with the sale of Aquamax, we also lost our Blue Obsidian mining rights to the buyers and right now, what infuriates me the most, due to a supply shortage, they are selling the Blue Obsidian back to us at twice the price before the pandemic!” Lady Commander of the Surface Legion, Tula explained, slamming her fist on the marble table. She used to be this innocent bubbly teenager, chasing after schools of tuna after cadet school, but the events of the past year changed her completely. She grew up, and gotten more cold, more distant. Her fiance, Garth, died from the disease, choking on his own blood, and usually people don’t recover from that emotionally, especially when your fiance was your childhood friend. There was a reason why she was Lady Commander, though, even at just 22 years old. She had grown stronger in the past year, her broad shoulders, V-taper and defined abs could attest to that. Her figure-hugging one-piece skinsuit showed off an athletic comic superheroine body, with a plunging neckline showing enough cleavage to prove that she was more woman than she was a child. She even grew her raven hair longer in the traditional Atlantean custom.

“So you’re telling me, Atlantis’ most valuable natural resource is now in the hands of surface dwellers?” Dolphin, the First Admiral asked. Her long silvery hair was unique among Atlanteans, but much more unique were her ability to shape-shift into a dolphin at will. It was this advantage that thrusted her to be the First Admiral of the Atlantean Navy. Atlantean girls were known to be as beautiful as Amazons, historically seducing sailors who crossed their seas, giving rise to the fantasy of mermaids even though Atlanteans have a pair of perfectly working human legs instead of fish tails. However, Dolphin was known to be a gem among crystals, becoming one of the prettiest Atlanteans of her generation.

“Precisely!”

There were shouts of “Outrageous” and “Disgraceful” from the rest of the all-female council.

“But it’s not just Aquamax. Four more of Atlantis’ richest companies: Aqualabs, Neptune Industries, Blue Incorporated and The Trident Corporation, all sold their stocks to surface dwellers in the past year, all deals brokered by the Amazons,” Tula added.
“Cunning bitches!” Siren hissed. She was the Lady of Assasins, and also Hera’s twin sister.

“And our debt situation is looking no better. Our late Master of Trade, may he rest in peace, was too hasty in borrowing large sums of money from the European Central Bank, with whom his cousin worked for. If we don’t start paying up soon, our interest rates may rise and our kingdom is going to go bankrupt!” Tula barked.

“Queen-sister, what say you?” Siren asked.

Queen Mera had not spoken a word the entire meeting. She merely brushed back her auburn hair, her burgundy-painted fingers tapping on the table, her head running out of ideas. She was raised a warrior, just like the Amazons, and she would do well as a War Queen. Not a recession queen. She was approaching 30 this year, a full woman grown, but sometimes, she wished she could have had the innocence of Tula when she was younger. Before Dolphin came of age, there was Mera and Siren, identical twins, and two of the most gorgeous women in all of Atlantis. She still arguably was. She was a Queen after all, and she knew Arthur married her for her looks as much as her personality and ferocity. Atlanteans went to the surface world to participate in the Miss Universe pagent only once in their history. And that was six years ago. She was barely a woman grown, but the whole world was introduced to what pure Atlantean beauty means. She was taller, smarter, stronger, sexier and prettier than all the surface dwellers combined. In the end, it only came down to two contestants, her and an Amazon, but Mera won and was crowned Miss Universe. Her first crown. Thinking about it, she really did felt young. The first time she visited the surface, the first time she did a photoshoot, the first time she strutted on stage in a tiny bikini…she was young. But she grew up too, just like everyone else. And she had the fate of a kingdom in her hands. The burden of greatness.

She stood up from her chair, her emerald-coloured figure-hugging, generous cleavage-baring skinsuit glinting in the light, the material wrapping her tight, even the sunken contours of her bellybutton, protruding outlines of her sexy nipples and luscious camel toe were showing. She was strong, always been. She visited Themyscira once, even trained with them, and even outside the water, she pretty much held her own. If she joined the Miss Universe pageant now, would she have won? She knew she could win the swimsuit category, that’s for sure. She was much stronger now compared to six years ago, packing a healthy amount of warrior muscle onto her frame, the toned abs evidencing her triweekly crunches numbering 500 reps per day. Capped delts cupped her shoulders, shapely boobs with a sexy V-taper and thick, abundant thighs filled with curvy, feminine muscle, giving her the overall hourglass figure. She looked better than most IFBB Wellness Pros, and she knew it.

But before she could speak, she was interrupted by the emergency alarm bell. It was meant for Arthur, but only his escort guards showed up.

“They killed him! The Amazons killed our king! My Queen, I saw it with my own eyes!”

Shock, anger, outrage, grief all boiled into an ugly, distasteful conconction. The royal guards explained what they saw, and they saw her red-handed, Princess Diana of Themyscira, landing a fatal punch straight to the face of their king. This was no longer an economic council. This was a war council. Atlantis had suffered enough. When Arthur brought Atlantis to the surface world, we were miles ahead as a civilization as compared to the primitive surface dwellers. Despite all the decades of oil spills, water pollution, illegal fishing, whale hunting…they destroyed our oceanic homes but it was us who shared with them our knowledge, our science, our wealth.

And this was how they repay us.

Amazons. They had always been jealous of us. Before we surfaced, Amazons ruled the surface world. But now, we threatened their reign. And The Great Death gave them that opportunity to eliminate us once and for all, driving us back into the ocean in isolation.

She knew it in her heart. She was a War Queen. And she shall declare war.

When she barked the order to activate The Nuclear Flood, she was met with virtually no resistance. The council cheered. Even Siren, Dolphin and Tula. The Atlantean forces were with her all the way.

And with the push of a button, a weapon of mass destruction like one never seen before was activated. And with one push of a button, she had solved half their problems today.

No more Themyscira.

No more European Central Bank. No more debt.

No more Paris. No more Aquamax.

Hundreds of millions of Amazon worshippers, no more.

She had just expanded the North Atlantic borders all the way to the Swiss Alps. Imagine the plunder they could get from all that sunken land.

“Siren, I have a very important mission for you. Take 50 of your best assasins. Swim to the UN summit in New York. I want Hippolyta’s head. They kill our king, so we kill their queen,” Mera said.

“With pleasure, Queen-sister.”

Siren returned with her gift, but at a great cost. The Amazons are true warriors. But in the end, Atlantis bore their prize.
Queen Mera slid Hippolyta’s helm onto her head, a trophy and a warning to all Amazons and surface dwellers. The cameras were ready. And with Hippolyta’s severed head in her hand, she was about to make a historic declaration.

“To all Amazon bitches and the pathetic surface dwellers who kiss their asses,” Queen Mera spoke to the camera, “Atlantis declares war!”

[Jaguar]

Terrific story !  I look forward to more from you, Apley !
 

[Apley44]

PROLOGUE: PART 3

Diana
Location: The Olympia Palace, Washington DC, New Themyscira (2 months after The Nuclear Flood)

The clatter of the osmium plates smashing against the ground reverberated across the private gym. Queen Diana had this place specifically built when she ordered the demolition of the White House 2 months ago. Much had changed over the past two months since the assassination of her mother, Queen Hippolyta in the hands of Lady Siren. The headless body, lying sprawled in her hotel room in New York, and that same night, Queen Mera had paraded her mother’s head in front of the entire world, wearing Hippolyta’s golden helm like a trophy.

It was devastating affair, the funeral. It was a horrifying thing, burying her mother without the head. But Diana was the Queen of the Amazons now. Her first act as queen, was to establish their new home as New Themyscira. The President of the United States at that time, President Lex Luthor, one of the only remaining male world leaders not infected by The Great Death, was strictly apprehensive about allowing refuge to the Amazons for fear of retaliation by Atlantis. But Queen Diana was having none of it. They had built a temporary refuge in the suburbs of Washington DC. When attempts of force were made by the US Army to blast them out of the capital, Queen Diana led a handful of her best Amazons to hijack The White House. The humans, even with their guns and tanks, were no match for an army of superiorly physical Amazons. It was over in half an hour and President Luthor and his Vice President, Harvey Dent, was forced to surrender.

“Men!” Queen Diana spat, as she grabbed both their necks in each hand, and effortlessly lifted their bodies off the ground, their lives under her mercy. She tossed them across the room, breaking multiple bones in their bodies.

With the White House taken, she had ordered its immediate demolition and a rebuild of a new palace over it to usher in the new age of Amazons.

“This White House, which has housed 47 past male presidents are a symbol of men’s blind lust for power. I want it destroyed, and over it, a new palace will be built to symbolize the ascension of women in the new age of the Amazons,” Queen Diana had ordered.

Within a month, due to the superior resources of the Amazons, a grand new palace was erected, much bigger, much more majestic than its predecessor. It was a mansion fit for billionaires and royalty. They named it the Olympia Palace of New Themyscira.

Right in the basement of what used to be the Oval Office, Queen Diana had set up a raw gym, just for her own use. She named it “The Slaughterhouse”. It was the perfect gym. The air was humid, stuffy and poorly ventilated, to allow maximum sweat during her workouts, and at the end of the day, the gym was filled with the pricking stench of her body odour. Hundreds of highly-dense osmium plates were arranged on the weight racks, with matching osmium barbells, dumbells and workout machines. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors lined the walls, allowing the queen to check her form and conditioning at every available opportunity. Practically, ever since the conquest of America, Queen Diana had locked herself in the Slaughterhouse for most of her days, basically living like a monk, throwing her life into pure bodybuilding. She drastically intensified her Amazonian training regime, focusing her workouts on time-under-tension for maximum pump and maximum failure. She needed to get ripped, achieving that unstoppable warrior look that would strike fear into her enemies. She trained three times a day, with hand-to-hand combat in between, and eating 5 big meals a day consisting of plates of whole foods filled with lots of protein. And she had been seeing results. In just the span of two months, she had put on a lot more muscle, almost twice the amount of muscle she had before this. She looked bigger, she looked stronger, and she looked scarier than ever before. It was all about the muscle. And Amazons were and had always been the original bodybuilders. For millenia, annual bodybuilding contests had been held in Themyscira after the harvest season, to crown the most ripped and most beautiful Amazons in the queendom. Queen Diana had won 175 of those contests, while introducing the thighs and abdominals as a mandatory pose. Queen Hippolyta herself invented the side triceps pose, and First General Artemis pioneered the lat spread. Thus, it was only after man saw these Amazons parading and flexing majestically with their muscle-laden bodies that they decided to take up bodybuilding.
Today was leg day, and Queen Diana had just completed a savage set of Romanian deadlifts. 5 sets of 20 reps, with almost 4000 pounds of osmium weights. She was sweating like crazy, her barefeet forming wet footprints on the floor. The Slaughterhouse was simply a no clothing zone, for she had found out working out nude actually brought out this primal, animalistic instinct within her, something she needed to push for a further rep, a further set. Plus, even the ancient Olympics were held nude. But she had a royal announcement to make, thus she slid on the white satin robe hanging on the coat rack, admiring how well the fabric hugged her impressive physique. It was a while ago that she appeared in public, and with a day as important as today, she wanted to prove a point, and make a grand entrance.

Out in the courtyard, legions of Amazon warriors formed up in ranks to witness their new queen’s important decree. First General Artemis greeted her, the loyal commander in full Amazon armour: a figure-hugging leather breast plate, the brassier custom moulded to fit the firm shapely roundness of her C-cup breasts, cleavage generously exposed. Artemis looked extremely imposing, especially with the bulky golden-armoured hawk-shaped shoulder pads, the red cape flowing majestically behind her. What was more jarring was how much bigger she had gotten since Queen Hippolyta died. Seeing Queen Diana obsessively bulking up like crazy effectively inspired much of the Amazon troops, each warrior dedicating much of their training to bodybuilding as well, in an attempt to jack up as much as they could in preparation of the impending war on Atlantis. Artemis herself just benched 3000 pounds this morning, a new personal max, putting on close to 30 pounds of muscle in the past two months alone.

“My Queen,” Artemis acknowledged.

“Artemis. Looking ripped,” Queen Diana commented.

“Thank you, my Queen. I expect Atlantean scum to tremble at the sight of my incredible body.”

“Indeed they will.”

Just then, an Amazon scribe presented Queen Diana with a scroll, detailing the royal decree she was about to announce.

“Sisters of the Amazon, I hereby gather you today for we have found a new breakthrough in the war effort against our Atlantean enemies. For the past two months, our forces have met little resistance in overrunning the entire United States, securing multiple key cities and fortifying our coastal defensive positions. I am proud to announce that Phase 1 of the war effort is complete.

“Now for Phase 2. Below is a five-point plan on our next course of action.

“One: in anticipation of a long-drawn-out war, it is mandatory for all healthy human males between the ages of 18 to 50 in the country to be gathered systematically and registered, housed in our Amazonian warrior barracks all over the country. They will be trained in the reproductive culture of the Amazons via sex education and intensive workouts, in order to be loyal servants to the New Themyscira empire as breeding partners to all Amazon warriors, thus continuing the Amazonian line and ensuring sustained growth of our Amazonian army.

“Two: all human females aged older than 40, shall be registered as paid labour, responsible for the sustainability of industries such as agriculture, manufacturing and trade. All families will declare the industry of choice, and comtribute 20% of their yearly output to the Amazonian army as part of the war effort.

“Three: all human females aged younger than 18, shall be registered in schools all over the country, to be educated in the ways of the Amazon and trained in the ways of the warrior. All graduates from these schools will be absorbed into the Amazonian army as part of the war effort.

“Four: all human females aged between 18 and 40, shall report to the Amazonian warrior barracks and be registered with the Amazonian army with immediate effect, to be educated in the ways of the Amazon and trained in the ways of the warrior.

“Five: after point 4 above is completed, all human females aged between 18 and 40, and all pure Amazonian warriors, will report to the Amazonian Science Bureau in their respective states, to undergo the latest project in our Amazonian administration, known as the genetic conversion therapy. Our scientists have successfully sequenced a new genome, which will enhance the physical capabilities of the female sex permanently. Amazons and human females alike who have undergone this therapy will be transformed into far superior specimens, with tremendously increased muscle mass, conditioning, beauty, strength, stamina, durability, intelligence, sexual desire and ruthlessness. This new enhanced subspecies of human evolution will be known as the Bana Mighdall Amazons. Regular Amazons will experience the effects almost immediately after undergoing the therapy, while human females will need to switch on these new genes with three months of disciplined weight training. Regardless, all who succeed will experience the dominant superiority of the Bana Mighdall! And when that time comes, the Atlanteans will be no match for us!”

Cheers erupted wildly from the onlooking crowd. At this point, a large, coffin-shaped chamber was pushed up onto the royal platform. It was a scary-looking device, but this was presumed to be the game-changing genetic conversion device that was being explained.

“Thousands of these devices are being shipped all over New Themyscira as we speak! And to usher in this new era, I shall be the first one to use it. The first Bana Mighdall Amazon!”

Queen Diana peeled off her satin robe, until she was completely nude, and she felt her pussy moisten and her nipples harden. Gasps erupted from the crowd. One look and everyone knew, she was jacked. Before she was queen, one of her last feats as a princess was the ruthless slaughter of two rabid sharks with her bare hands, and the unfortunate killing of King Aquaman. Two months of intense weight training and 40 pounds of muscle later, she looked like a completely different species of Amazon altogether. She was superior. From her head to her pastel-pink toes, her body was packed with full, thick, bulbous muscles that looked impressively pumped, sexily vascular and superhumanly shredded, each muscle group separated into distinct, individual blocks like slices of a tangerine. Queen Diana’s lips curled into a confident smirk as she relished in the fact that possibly no female bodybuilder had ever exhibited the kind of muscularity she achieved, including half the men. From a Natalia Coelho, Shanique Grant and Sarah Villegas type body, she had exceeded all odds and had now even surpassed the massive female muscularity of Kristen Nun, Andrea Shaw, Iris Kyle and Kim Chizevsky-Nicholls, while exuding the strong feminine beauty of Kristina Mendoza, Lenda Murray, Vladislava Galagan and Kahla Bullemor.

But she was about to get even better!

She confidently and fearlessly settled her nude muscular body inside the device and the doors slammed shut. Clouds of mist filled the inside of the chamber, and Queen Diana felt the razor tips of a dozen toothpick-sized needles piercing into her flesh, as a conconction of DNA-modifying drugs was actively pumped into her bloodstream and an industrial surge of electrical energy was delivered into her bodily system. Her ferocious grunts and roars of pain could be heard by her onlooking subjects, but those grunts and roars gradually transitioned into moans and shouts of satisfaction, with the groans and creaks of the metal genetic chamber sounding in the background, as if the content inside the chamber (i.e., Diana) was getting too heavy for the machine to hold.

“OOOHHH YESSS! MMMMM…. OH GREAT HERA!” Queen Diana yelled, “MORE…MMM…PERFECT!”

Five minutes soon turned into ten as the machine whirred gradually back into latency, the surge of electricity dwindling and Queen Diana’s voice trailing into silence. As the last of the power was cut from the machine, the automated doors to the chamber sprung open, releasing a dense cloud of white smoke. The onlooking Amazons were stunned in silence, eagerly waiting the result of the so-called “genetic conversion therapy”.

A minute has passed, and the opaque mist was still taking its time to clear out. Some Amazons were starting to doubt the situation, and there was a nervous aura of anxiety in the air. It was too quiet.

Just then, when the tension was about to reach a breaking point, an outrageously beefed-up leg emerged swiftly from the chamber, its movement parting the curtain of smoke in front of it, the bare foot stomping convincingly onto the platform. Two words to describe the emerging leg was “grotesquely ripped”, the entire limb just laden with ferociously thick, bulbous chunks of sexy she-muscle, each chunk deeply cut, deeply separated like a real-life anatomy chart designed by the most muscle-obsessed artist in the entire world. The thighs were thicker than a man’s waist, her quads packed with a meaty collection of well-defined teardrop-shaped vastus medialis and vastus lateralis, a rectus femoris bigger than 1.5L water bottles, a python-thick sartorius, and the papaya-shaped adductor complex, tapering gorgeously into a sturdy, feminine kneecap, before billowing out again into rugby-sized calves thicker than a man’s thighs. Her butt was overstuffed with a well-rounded, globular collection of gluteal muscles, the edges so big that they were peeking out the side of her hips and thighs, enhanced by the deep sunken crevice of her rippling tensor fascia lata. The beautifully feminine foot twitched into tiptoes, the toes pointing outwards, sending every single muscular fibre in the leg into an explosive flex-off, the rumbling of the incredible she-muscles sending vibrations across the platform like a mini earthquake. And that was just one leg.

The other leg emerged with an equally spine-chilling stomp, the muscles throbbing as if they were about the rip apart the silky white skin. And when the rest of Queen Diana’s body emerged, the crowd was stunned into silence, before erupting into a warmongering cheer.

Their queen was MASSIVE.

MONSTROUSLY MASSIVE.

She was JACKED.

IMPOSSIBLY JACKED.

And as she coldly strutted her gloriously nude physique, her beautiful smile was set into a confident smirk as she felt the impossibility of her newfound body, one that would be immortalised in the legends of Greek mythology. Huge was an understatement, she was downright MASSIVE. She was standing at almost 6 foot 5, every step of her feet was a thunderous thump on the floor, giving an idea into how heavy her entire muscle-laden body actually was. By the looks of it, she was easily, at least a whopping 450 pounds, without a single ounce of bodyfat, every single pound of her heavyweight physique was made up of pure, Amazonian she-muscle. Her body had evolved from the V-taper that everyone dreamed of having, for Queen Diana was now boasting an unbelievable X-frame that looked both sexy and formidable at the same time. Forget the Miss Olympia, she could go up onto the Mr Olympia stage and no one would even come close to matching even a fraction of her physique. She would just annihilate the entire competition three times over, dwarfing even the biggest, most muscular bodybuilders to ever walk the stage, wiping the floor with the humiliated egos of Ronnie Coleman, Jay Cutler, Dorian Yates, Big Ramy, and Markus Ruhl. It wasn’t a surprise considering she easily outweighed them by over 100 pounds. All of it pure muscle. But humans were a pathetic comparison for her. She had a body fit for Gods and Titans, and as far as she could remember, she was bigger – much, much bigger – than the greatest Greek hero who ever lived: Heracles. She opened up her humungous arms (her forearms themselves looking thicker than Heracles’ fully flexed biceps), basking in the frenzied cheers of her Amazonian subjects, her eyes closed in satisfaction, relishing in her godly magnificence.

“In the name of Hera, I am INVINCIBLE!” Queen Diana declared, her bewitchingly gorgeous face looking out-of-place among the hulking terror of her musclebound body.

“Long live Queen Diana, the first Bana Mighdall Amazon!” chanted Artemis.

Two Amazonian scientists then got up to stage to inject a syringe of greenish conconction deep into the meaty abundance of each of Diana’s glutes, no doubt each syringe consisted of a pure, enhanced formulation of Venom, the hormonal fuel to maintain the brutal muscularity of a Bana Mighdall’s ultimate physique.

Queen Diana brought both her arms in front of her in an X, before curling them upwards into a triumphant front double bicep. She brought her arms up ever so slowly and elegantly, as if teasing an impatient audience who was so eager to witness the extraordinary show of muscle before them. Queen Diana pumped and unpumped her biceps once, then twice, then three times, forcing her nutrient-filled, testosterone-rich blood to feed her densely packed muscle fibres, opening and closing her fists to allow the rippling forearm muscles to dance along her flesh, before pumping one final, grandiose flex that sent her muscles erupting into peaked balls of hardened she-beef, threatening to rip apart her thin, delicate skin, the perfectly rounded muscle bellies glinting in the light as if a layer of oil was spread over their surface, even her expanded triceps were showing off their incredible abundance that just screamed “mass”.

“OHHHHH…HOHO…OHHH YEAHH!” she growled.

Then, she folded her gigantic arms behind her head, sexily shaven armpits exposed, her insanely thickened latisimus dorsi muscles flaring out like butterfly wings on either side, each lat so bulbous, so rounded, and so thick that they looked like gluteal muscles stuck to her back. But the highlight of this pose, one that she pioneered, was the thighs and abdominals. Pointing one foot out, she showed off a confluence of sexily, femininely silhouetted curves, swelling generously and tapering daintily in all the right places to accentuate her female beauty, only these curves were made up of hunky blocks of she-muscle — her thigh muscles looking like boa-constrictors wrapped up around her frame. And then there were her abs, for as soon as she crunched down hard, a generational legacy of mythological muscle all erupted from the depths of her grotesquely shredded midsection. There wasn’t a single ounce of fat in that midsection, every inch of her entire abdomen was lined by a cobblestoned wall of muscle, including the shredded serratus and intercostals on either side of her torso, plus the chiselled, blocky chunks of oblique muscles, all tapering arousingly into a sexy, man-shaming Adonis belt. Her blocky slabs of rectus abdominis, all lined up symmetrically into a beautiful eight-pack that guys could only ever dream of having, and that included the bodybuilders, literally putting every single man on Earth to shame. Even Zeus, King of the Gods and the most powerful Greek God to ever live, was green with envy as he watched Queen Diana’s unrivalled abdominal display from Mount Olympus. Every slab of her eight-pack looking full, hard and strong, their peaks glinting like a well-polished marble sculpture, each slab as thick and shapely as a fully flexed bicep on a Mr Olympia bodybuilder. The lower abs and pyramidalis, bulging fiercely before tucking perfectly into a triangular confluence that led to her shamelessly exposed, puffed-up vagina.

“My Amazon sisters! Worship me! For today, I declare that this land will be known as the New Themyscira Empire, and I will be known as the Immortal Goddess-Queen Diana, The First of Her Name, The First Bana Mighdall, The Apex Predator, and The Mountain Who Rules.

“My first decree as the Immortal Goddess-Queen,” Diana sounded, as from the other side of the palace courtyard, hundreds of new genetic conversion machines were being tugged by horse chariots, ready to be used by the first Amazonian warriors, desperate to follow in their Immortal Goddess-Queen’s footsteps in becoming an invincible Bana Mighdall. As the machines stopped in front of them, First General Artemis led her first legion of Amazons into their designated chambers, and as hundreds of machines whirred to life, the Amazons could not wait to usher in their new and improved physiques, kickstarting the new age of conquest.

[supahdupahsu]

This is amazing

[nickolai]

Really enjoying this.  Would be great to read a more detailed story of Phase 1: The take over of America and the White House.  Would be awesome to see their fantastic physiques and incredible strength in action defeating the army and their weapons of war.

[Apley44]

CHAPTER 1 (PART 1): WARRIOR AND MAN

Caleb

Location: Brooklyn, New York

The annoying buzz of my alarm clock startled me awake. I reached over to the other side of the bed to notice that it was empty. The client must have left. I kicked open the sheets and stretched out my arms. I truly wasn’t a morning person.

As I dragged my naked body out of my bed, I noticed the cash on my desk. 350 dollars. Yup, just about right. The lipstick mark was still on the accompanying note, which read: WILL BE SEEING YOU. At least she remembered to pay, I thought.

The libido pills were almost wearing off, but some of its after-effects were making me rather horny, so I grabbed my phone, turned on some porn and decided to have a quick jerk-off. Then it was off downstairs for my usual morning workouts just to zap myself awake.

As I headed over to the basement, I was already hearing the beat of a 90s pop song in the background, and breaths of exertion as my girlfriend, Cassie Sandsmark, danced to the tune of her aerobics routine, midset with her jumping lunges. She was in her usual sportsbra and workout shorts, her lush blond hair tied into a high ponytail. She winked as she saw me in the mirror coming down the basement stairs.

Cassie and I were both 19, and we started dating when we were freshmen in high school. Both of us were quite popular, if I would say so myself, with me being the star in the school swim team, while she was a state-sponsored gymnast vying for a spot in the US national team. As one of the most beautiful girls in school as well, I was the envy of most guys when we announced that we were officially a couple. And as far as I was concerned, I was doing pretty well in class too, and if this whole swimming thing didn’t work out, I was aiming to do pre-med at Columbia University. So, as you can see, life was getting along pretty well for me. I like to work-hard, and I like to plan ahead. That was part of the plan, but sometimes, the universe likes to throw a mischievious curveball every once in a while. We were both in our senior year when The Great Death decided to change the world completely. That was almost one and a half years ago.

I remembered that day very clearly. I was at swim training after school, when I got a call from the hospital saying my father had been admitted for symptoms of an unknown parasitic infection. Three days later, the US government shut down the entire country, declared a state of emergency, and forced everyone to quarantine at home. But it was too late, the match was lit, and there was no stopping the fire, the disease spreading exponentially, picking off the male population one-by-one. My father didn’t even last a day, and I didn’t even get to see his body, the mortuary insisted on incinerating him for fear of transmission. With my mother already passed away since I was 2 years old, I was officially orphaned. Cassie’s father also died from the infection, and it was only her and her mother left. I was struggling to make ends meet, my father’s will unable to be executed due to the chaos around the country (even lawyers were dying like flies). Fortunately, Cassie and her mom were kind enough to lend me some money every month for groceries. After a year, when the vaccines were rolled out, thanks to the resourcefulness and genius of the Amazons, the restrictions were lifted, and I immediately sold the house and took Cassie’s offer to move into her family home. I had been living there for the 6 months now, thankful to her mom for treating me as part of the family.

With the sports institutions disbanded, the financial efforts going into more essential aspects of the economy, thus swimming and gymnastics were no longer options for us. And with half the pre-medical faculty at Columbia decimated, they also halted any new intakes until further notice. With literally nothing left to do, Cassie and her mom took up jobs as builders in a construction company. As for me, males were seen as a valuable resource, so as soon as I reached my 18th birthday, I registered with the government as an official “intimacy and breeding host” for the general female population, doing my duty for the survival of the human species, whilst satisfying the natural humanistic need for intimate companionship.

Cassie must had just come home from her night shift, and I was baffled as to how she could still find the energy for an aerobics workout. Anyways, I didn’t want to interrupt her, now positioning herself for Russian twists, so I casually did my warm-ups and started going about my chest day. I was about into my 3rd set of dumbell bench presses when Cassie completed her workout.
“Hey, handsome, you’re rather early today…” she said.

I took in her sparkling blue eyes, her luscious lips and smooth, silky skin, glinting sexily with perspiration and beaded with sweat…for I hadn’t seen her for days due to the night shift. Her angelic features would probably land her a modelling job, and she was so gorgeous, some say she had Amazonian genes in her.

“Well, I wanted to sleep in, but I think it would be better to get a good chest pump in before my first client comes in today. She said she prefers muscular guys,” I said.

“Well, well, I guess you fit the bill nicely,” Cassie purred, pushing me back against the bench, crawling towards me like a hungry cougar stalking her prey. She licked her ample lips sensually, which she knew would definitely turn me on. “It’s so hot…the most sought-after stud in Brooklyn, knowing that all these bitches gotta pay all this money to have you for just two hours, whereas I get to keep you all for myself…”

I tried to toss her onto the floor so I could get on top of her, but she resisted skillfully, pinning me onto the bench with her entire bodyweight, straddling me with her hips. As a swimmer, I already had a good head start when it came to my fitness, I had always possessed a fair amount of muscle on my frame, and with my new job as a “initimacy and breeding host”, I was definitely getting serious about my musculature. I had a decently handsome face, as my previous 5 ex-girlfriends would attest to, but my real attraction lies in my physique. There was no denying that my swim training had given me quite a praiseworthy physique: a typical mesomorph with wide shoulders, broad chest, decent V-taper, girthier-than-average arms and a streamlined waist with hints of a six-pack peeking out from my abdomen. I wasn’t as big as a bodybuilder, but I looked as toned and athletic as any swimmer vying for a spot in the Olympics, and women in my area really dig that. Most of all, Cassie.

“Oh no big guy, don’t you forget, when it comes to sex…I am the boss…” she teased. “Now undress me with your mouth.”

I obeyed, tearing apart her sportsbra and shorts, exposing her entire nude hourglass figure, which I would dare say, was so hot, she was able to put any porn star to shame. When I first dated her, everyone in school went to her gymnastics meets, and in her tight bodysuit, guys would be drooling as they took in her hourglass figure. But pretty soon, as we started going out and hooking up, I noticed that her body was much more than that. She had all the right curves in all the right places, and with her sporty gymnastics background, she boasted a very athletic, toned and sexy physique, proving that her body she resembled an athlete’s as much as it did a porn star’s. Plus, with her job in construction, carrying bags of cement, wielding sledgehammers and laying down bricks on a daily basis, she packed a fair amount of natural, healthy, feminine muscle which made her both strong and hot. Beyond that hourglass figure, her shoulders looked fairly broad; her smooth rounded butt, as big and bulbous as they were, felt firm and meaty as if they were layered with a decent amount of muscle; her tight tummy was accentuated by the outlines of a toned six-pack, the swelling of her lower abs converging into a triangle which tucked perfectly into her groin. And her boobs, oh my God, a pair of firm D-cups with perky pink nipples just waiting to be sucked, I was definitely in heaven. I leaned in to kissed her, hungrily smothering her beautiful lips, before showering the rest of her sexy, nude body with all my love and desire, feeling the beautiful softness of her skin in my hands.

She desperately tugged down my gym shorts, setting free my monstrous 12-inch boner, known to be Cassie’s favourite food ever since she turned 18.

“Mmm…beautiful…breakfast is served…” she said, before proceeding to give me the greatest blowjob of my life. “You are such a hunk!”

She straddled me in a 69 position, her face at my groin with her rounded meaty butt directed at my face. She took my cock into her mouth, and being the mind-numbing seductress that she was, she swallowed all 12-inches in like a pro, rhythmically rocking her mouth back and forth, being sure to use her experience to masterfully craft her tongue around my shaft for an additional massage. And being the obedient slave that I was, I grabbed her huge butt with both my hands, squeezing up a nice firm chunk of meaty ass, bringing my head to the depths of her labia to give her the best cunnylingus I could possibly muster. Her generous moans of pleasure indicate that I was doing a wonderful job. 

Let’s just say…I didn’t manage to complete my chest workout for the morning.

****

After our early morning fuck in the basement gym, we went upstairs for breakfast (actual breakfast). Cassie’s mom, Rachel, was already out for work, so it was just me and her. There were random news reports about the UN, and one channel was showing a documentary on the history of the Amazons.

“Wow, look at them, they’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Cassie said dreamily.

I looked up from my plate. I had to be careful, it may be a trap. “Well, I think you’re prettier, babe.”

Cassie was not amused. “Babe, it’s not a trick question, you can say they’re pretty. Gorgeous even.”

I sighed. “Fine, it’s no denying they have…unique aesthetic value.”

“Well, I think they’re gorgeous. And look at their muscles! They’re so muscular! Not to say you aren’t.”

“I do admit that some of them may be bigger than me,” I conceded.

“Hmm…you’re right, they are. Oh God, I wish I was an Amazon. Look at them, they’re just…sooo…magnificent…all that power, that confidence…”

The thing is, Cassie had always admired the Amazons, very much to a fault. These Amazons could do no wrong. Well, if you’re as beautiful, smart, strong and powerful as the Amazons, you tend to gain the admiration of most young girls. Cassie’s room was filled with posters of Queen Diana, Queen Hippolyta and First General Artemis, and she was willing to spend quite a significant amount of money on many of their action figures and magazines. Every year, humans would hold an Amazon Con just to showcase all things Amazon and gather all Amazon enthusiasts to share their passions. Most of the attendees would be girls, but some guys, especially those who had crushes on these Amazons, would also shamelessly attend. Cassie had never missed an Amazon Con since middle school, and every year, she would spend an entire month preparing the best Amazon cosplay in order to attend. I had no opinions on Amazons, but I wanted to know why my girlfriend was so obsessed about them, so during our sophomore year of high school, I decided to tag along. That year, Cassie wore a scandalous-looking Amazon bikini, the one worn by First Admiral Antiope when she docked her battleship on the Bora-Bora in 2008. Needless to say, Cassie had drawn a lot of attention…which she loved. And the best part for her was, Queen Diana (that time she was still Princess Diana) was invited for one of the segments, Anatomy of the Amazon Muscle, and she was kind enough to entertain the audience with a guest pose.

“Well, before I start, why don’t one of you audience members help me oil up a bit?” Princess Diana had teased, which was met by a crazy mob of girls in the audience clambering for her attention, including Cassie.

“You there, in Antiope’s bikini, you’re looking super scandalous! I like it! Come on up here and feel my muscles!”

You have no idea how insanely happy Cassie felt. By the time she was on stage, she was literally in tears, and my oh my, did she take her own sweet time rubbing baby oil over the princess’ body, her entire body just shaking with excitement. When Princess Diana really did start flexing – a beautiful front double bicep, a scintillating side chest, an imposing lat spread – it was barely 20 seconds in, and Cassie, with absolutely front row seats, just passed out on stage. Princess Diana continued her posing routine, but I could sense that she saw what happened from the corner of her eye, and I felt her face’s subtle surge of confidence, with a twitch of a smirk, for she really was well aware the effect she had on us mortal humans. By the time Cassie regained consciousness, she was drenched in cold sweat, and more importantly, her panties were soaked, her thighs dripping with the creamy texture of her vaginal juice.

Now, back to the present, Cassie’s eyes were glued to the documentary, her thighs folded over each other, one hand holding a fork, while the other was clamped between the gaps of her thighs, feeling up the throbbing excitement of her clitoris as she took in the majestic images of the Amazons. As much as I was her boyfriend, sometimes I did wonder, if both of us were drowning and she could only save one, who would she have picked between me or an Amazon.

Then, the screen abruptly shifted to the intro of the New Themyscira Cable Network, much to the exasperated moans of Cassie.
“We interrupt our programme to bring you this breaking news,” the female anchor started. “Earlier today, our nation of New Themyscira has witnessed a history-defining paradigm shift. Amidst our state of war with the underwater queendom of Atlantis, our ruler has declared the establishment of the New Themyscira Empire, with whom is now known as Immortal Goddess-Queen Diana, The First of Her Name, The First Bana Mighdall, The Apex Predator, and The Mountain Who Rules, as its rightful monarch.

“Along with the declaration is the announcement of a new 5-point strategy to determine the future of our empire’s war effort. Among these points, one of them involves an incredible new experimentation known as gene conversion therapy, where Amazons and healthy human females will be subjected to, transforming the subjects into a far superior Amazonian subspecies known as the Bana Mighdall.”

I took a munch out of a pancake. “Hmm…interesting…”

“Babe, it’s much more than interesting! Far superior Amazons? This is exciting! I can’t wait! I wonder how they look like…how strong are they…”

“Did they say ‘healthy human females’?” I tried to confirm. “What exactly do they mean by that?”

The TV panned to a scene of Diana, whereby she was reading from a scroll in front of the Olympian Palace.

“One: in anticipation of a long-drawn-out war, it is mandatory for all healthy human males between the ages of 18 to 50 in the country to be gathered systematically and registered, housed in our Amazonian warrior barracks all over the country. They will be trained in the reproductive culture of the Amazons via sex education and intensive workouts, in order to be loyal servants to the New Themyscira empire as breeding partners to all Amazon warriors, thus continuing the Amazonian line and ensuring sustained growth of our Amazonian army.

“Two: all human females aged older than 40, shall be registered as paid labour, responsible for the sustainability of industries such as agriculture, manufacturing and trade. All families will declare the industry of choice, and contribute 20% of their yearly output to the Amazonian army as part of the war effort.

“Three: all human females aged younger than 18, shall be registered in schools all over the country, to be educated in the ways of the Amazon and trained in the ways of the warrior. All graduates from these schools will be absorbed into the Amazonian army as part of the war effort.

“Four: all human females aged between 18 and 40, shall report to the Amazonian warrior barracks and be registered with the Amazonian army with immediate effect, to be educated in the ways of the Amazon and trained in the ways of the warrior.

“Five: after point 4 above is completed, all human females aged between 18 and 40, and all pure Amazonian warriors, will
report to the Amazonian Science Bureau in their respective states, to undergo the latest project in our Amazonian administration, known as the genetic conversion therapy. Our scientists have successfully sequenced a new genome, which will enhance the physical capabilities of the female sex permanently. Amazons and human females alike who have undergone this therapy will be transformed into far superior specimens, with tremendously increased muscle mass, conditioning, beauty, strength, stamina, durability, intelligence, sexual desire and ruthlessness. This new enhanced subspecies of human evolution will be known as the Bana Mighdall Amazons. Regular Amazons will experience the effects almost immediately after undergoing the therapy, while human females will need to switch on these new genes with three months of disciplined weight training. Regardless, all who succeed will experience the dominant superiority of the Bana Mighdall! And when that time comes, the Atlanteans will be no match for us!”

Cassie was squeling and stomping her feet in excitement. “Babe! Did you hear that? DID YOU HEAR THAT?! Point 4 and 5! All human females aged between 18 and 40! That’s me! I’m 19! Oh my god oh my god oh my god! I’m gonna be in the Amazonian army! I’m gonna be an Amazon! Not just any Amazon, Bana Mighdall Amazons…Ohhhhh God! This is a dream come true!” Cassie cheered.

“Wait, there’s more…” I pointed.

The TV panned to a recording of Immortal Goddess-Queen Diana, stepping into, what I presumed, was one of these genetic conversion chambers. When the device roared to life, it sounded like a painful procedure even for the Queen herself, and I felt my pancakes struggling to regurgitate up from my stomach. But when the entire conversion process was done, both of us in the kitchen gasped as what emerged was a completely different woman entirely, one that would go down as one of the most legendary warriors in history. Diana was ripped! Monstrously ripped, her body now packed with colossal, alien-like hunks of ultra-muscle that could put both Mr Olympias and Strongmen to shame, exuding nothing but ultimate strength, ultimate power and ultimate confidence.

Both of us were stunned to silence, Cassie most of all as she just stoped chewing, her jaws agape, a piece of her pancake still hanging from her mouth.

“Oh my God!” Cassie yelled, her cheeks blushed with a subtle vermillion hue.

“She looks incredible…” I commented.

“Oh my God!” Cassie squealed.

“Beyond human imagination…”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” 

“Cassie, chill…”

“Sorry, but I can’t believe it! I’m gonna be an Amazon!”

“Well, I do agree, the prospect of it seems quite…interesting, babe. But it looks so painful! Even for the Queen…”

“It’s the Immortal Goddess-Queen now. And pain is just a part of the process…I’m ready to get absolutely ripped! And then, I’m gonna slaughter some Atlanteans!” Cassie said, a fire burning in her eyes.

“Cassie…?”

[Apley44]

***so far, in case you’re confused, this is a chart on how the genetic conversion therapy works.

https://www.imagebam.com/view/MESHCHV

[Wookey]

Loving it. Am surprised that the Amazons have not initiated a gene improvement technology for men to ensure better breedstock. Add to that the enhanced women could break the breeding men unless they were enhanced

[supahdupahsu]

If all female becomes an amazon who will birth more males?

[Apley44]

CHAPTER 1 (PART 2): WARRIOR AND MAN

Caleb

The news was all over social media and was the talk of the global community. Every woman in the country was in a frenzy. They immediately quit their jobs and some were already camped outside their nearest Amazonian barracks, despite Immortal Goddess-Queen Diana giving everyone a one-week deadline to do so. But of course, which woman doesn’t want to be an Amazon, let alone a much more physically enhanced Bana Mighdall Amazon. While the decree was directed to citizens of the New Themyscira Empire (formerly USA), even women from all over the world…South America, Africa, Asia, Eastern Europe (the part not affected by the Nuclear Flood) were booking the next available flight to New Themyscira. Canada and Mexico on the other hand, with their female Presidents, were begging Immortal Goddess-Queen Diana to conquer their own countries and so that they could be part of the New Themyscira Empire, their own women eligible for the enhancements.

New York was an important city in the Empire, so we were given the priority. As early as the next day since the announcement, a terrifyingly jacked-up Bana Mighdall Amazon, parading in her glorious nudity, was already knocking on our doors, ordering us to report to the Brooklyn Barracks immediately. I, as a human male between 18 to 50 years old, was to serve as a host in the barrack’s Breeding and Intimate Relations Unit. Cassie, being a human female between 18 and 40 years old, was to undergo her transformation via genetic conversion therapy and participate in 3 months of Amazonian warrior training, before officially turning into a real-life Bana Mighdall. I remembered when I opened the front door, I was greeted by a wall of formidable she-muscle, the Bana Mighdall Amazon’s hulkingly huge chunks of brawny pectoral muscles, supporting her firmly rounded, gravity defying mammaries just inches from my face. One simple pec bounce from her and I could feel her stone-hard, beefed-up chest muscles knocking me out like a pro-boxer’s uppercut.

Eventually, Cassie’s mom, who was ineligible as she was 42, sent us off before going back to her construction job. It would be a while before Cassie would be able to see her again, and when she did, she expected to be a completely different woman altogether.

The Brooklyn Barracks were already overcrowded with wannabe-Amazons, with a small section at the corner designated to the Breeding Unit. The Brooklyn Barracks was rather new, only boasting a rather small platoon of Amazonian warriors, which had all been transformed into the ultra-herculean physiques of the Bana Mighdall. They were keeping the order, systematically directing the incoming women into designated queues and platoons.

“Look! I got into Athena Company!” Cassie said, showing me the scroll. 

“Well, I’m in the Breeding Unit in case you’re wondering,” I quipped sarcastically.

“Oh, cheer up babe! I’m gonna visit you every night! And you get to play with my strong muscles!”

“Anyways, I heard the warriors of Athena Company are to report to the third hall for their conversions,” I said.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god!” Cassie squeled excitedly.

“I believe when you’re an Amazon, you say ‘Oh Great Hera’…” I corrected.

“Yes. I’m an Amazon now. Oh Great Hera…I like the sound of that! Say, Caleb, when do you have to report to your unit?”

“Only in the evening. There aren’t many guys around anyway…”

So, I decided to follow Cassie into the so-called third hall. The place was an underground space filled with hundreds of gene conversion chambers. Taking off my shoes in the traditional Amazon culture, and going down the stairs, I could already hear the screams of pain from the process of conversion, but as soon as they were done, the women would cheer and bask in their newfound physicalities as a result of the enhancement. While pure-bred Amazons get to witness the muscular effects almost instantaneously, human females would get a delayed reaction due to their genetic differences. Nevertheless, while not hulkingly ripped, every human girl that stepped out of that chamber was still juiced up with an outstanding array of physical augmentations: they easily gained an additional 20-30 pounds of natural Amazonian muscle, each of them boasting a chiselled warrior-like body that would shame even the most conditioned IFBB Women’s Physique or Figure Pros; then there was their height, most girls growing at least another foot in height, even the shortest girls emerging from the chambers standing at least 6 foot tall; lastly there was the beauty aspect of it, as I very clearly noticed, every single girl that stepped out of that chamber looked absolutely more gorgeous than when they stepped in – an annoying zit would be cleared, a random mole would disappear, their eyes sparkling, their smile more radiant, their hair turning lusher and longer, their skin softer, shinier and silkier, their cheekbones more prominent, their boobs rounder and bigger, their butts harder and beefier. Even the way they presented themselves, like the way they walked (parading around like a pageant catwalk), the way they talked, even the way they just stood there…was completely different. There was an air of confidence, authority, and grandeur, as if they had been Amazons their whole lives, like a subtle condescension towards us mere mortals. Their new irresistible physiques may have contributed to this superiority complex, or it may be a manisfestation of their genetic modifications…a genetic component in the Amazonian genome that makes its host not only LOOK physically superior, but also FEEL superior. All in all, that entire hall was now looking like a supermodel audition party, filled with ultra-fit, ultra-tall, ultra-gorgeous, ultra-confident girls that made you feel self-conscious of your own inferiority.

“And what in Hades’ name are you holding in your hands?” An authoratative voice sounded from behind us.

“We’re just holding on to our shoes, in case they go missing…cuz there’s so many people here…” I gulped. The Bana Mighdall in front of me was imposing, her jacked-up forearms with their rippling muscular striations and pulsating vasculature crossed in front of her torso, her hyper-herculean width basically obscuring my entire body three-times over. Regardless, the face that stared down at me was irresistibly gorgeous, a top-class Amazonian if I ever saw one.

She then snatched both pairs of our shoes and ripped them apart with her bare hands, tossing the debris onto the ground.
“We Amazons embrace the naturality of our barefeet. And with that, our nudity. Off with your clothes now!” she ordered.

It was no wonder every single person in the hall was shamelessly nude, it was as if an orgy was about to begin. I was a bit hesitant despite me being an “intimacy and breeding host” by profession, especially in front of all these strangers, but Cassie gave absolutely zero thoughts about baring it all. In fact, she seemed much more liberated.

“Ahhh, now that feels so much better,” Cassie commented, relishing the beauty of her own nudity.

“Say, Cassie, why do Amazons like to go naked anyway?”

“That’s cuz being naked brings out this sort of primal, predatory instinct inside of them, it makes them feel strong and animalistic,” she answered. “Now hurry up and just strip already!”

I obeyed. After that, the Bana Mighdall grabbed all of our clothes and tossed them over into a bin for incineration.

“Cassie Sandsmark,” she called.

“Yes,” Cassie answered.

“There a machine over that side, enter now.”

A pair of twin sisters, presumably just out of college, were exiting from the two adjacent chambers when we arrived. Both of them looked exquisitely angelic, complete with an hourglass figure laden with blocky, angular muscles, feeling each other’s impressive transformation, flashing a cocky smile as they turned to catch me staring. They absolutely towered over me.

After they left, it was Cassie’s turn. I couldn’t hear it, but I was sure, her heart was beating like crazy, not from nervousness, but from excitement. Cassie gave me, which I reciprocated by pecking a kiss on her forehead.

“Love you,” Cassie said.

“I love you too, babe,” I said. “Now go on, you’re gonna be a great Amazon!”

“Well, thanks. I know I’ll be. See you on the other side.”

With that, she bravely stepped inside her genetic conversion chamber, her expressions as cool as ice. As the chamber doors whirred to a close, I saw Cassie gave me a wink before it shut completely. Clouds of smoke filled the chamber as the machine sparked to life…and once again, I see the whole process repeated all over. The surge of electricity, the disgusting hiss of a dozen needles piercing through her flesh, injecting into her a formulation of drugs that would ease her metamorphosis. As the machine hummed louder, so did Cassie’s screams, it’s as if someone was pulling out her fingernails with a plier. But soon, her screams turned into satisfied moans of ecstasy as more and more, she relished in the surge of Amazonian pleasure as she felt her body remould: her bodily frame getting bulkier, fibres filling up their flesh, replacing every single ounce of fat with strong, hard muscle, the sinews pushing against her delicate soft skin as she got bigger, broader and thicker; her bones lengthening, her cells laying out calcium and bone tissue to support her enlarging muscular frame and also adding numbers to her height; her muscle cells over-multiplying and over-mutating, the mitochondrial production going into overdrive to increase her body’s metabolic rate and energy generation; overall, the genetic codes on her cells shedding, being substituted with Amazonian and Bana Mighdall sequences that would outstrip any shred of human residue remaining in her body. She was now, Amazonian. She wanted this, she begged for this, and now, she achieved this.

As the chamber powered down and the doors clicked open, I was greeted by a completely different Cassie Sandsmark. She was breathing heavily, beads of sweat dripping down her beautifully tanned skin. As she opened her eyes, those piercing blue irises now dazzled with an unnatural aquamarine hue, as if an angel had painted over it with a heavenly colour pallete. Her long blond hair had definitely grown much longer, which now flowed with an alluring lushness of honey-kissed sunshine. Her smile was spellbindingly seductive, enraptured with hints of unwavering confidence and hypnotic allure. She wasn’t an Amazon, she was a Goddess.

Poised and assertive, Cassie strutted from her chamber, head up, hands on her hips like a supermodel, parading her newfound Amazonian physique. I could say, I was stunned for words, my mouth agape.

“So, what do you think?” she purred, her piercing eyes staring daggers at me.

What do I think? What do I think? Well, she wasn’t a Bana Mighdall, not to say exactly “hulking” or “massive” like the mass monster that Queen Diana had become, but she was still big, nonetheless. An elegant 5 foot 7 before this, she was now a towering 6 foot 5 and easily numbering at a staggering 230 pounds of pure muscle, and she could only look down at me with cold eyes as she stood with the pride of a superhero right before me. The height difference was obvious, even at me standing at 6 foot 1. Because of her height advantage, her body was moulded perfectly with respect to her proportions, actually making her broader than me as well, even as I tried to puff up my chest and shoulders. Like no joke, she MIGHT actually be bigger than me. Her seductive hourglass figure was now accentuated by blocks of hard muscle, her fibres packed denser than any regular human courtesy of her new Amazonian genetics. She slid her hands slightly forward from her hips, puffing up her thickened chest, shoulders laid out wide, and before I realised, she was going into an illustrious front lat spread, legs slightly shoulder-width apart, balancing on the balls of her feet, the pose executed ever so flawlessly as if she rehearsed it her entire life, another perk attributed to the manifestations of an Amazonian genome. Her chunky beefed-up lats billowed out like angel wings, turning her hourglass physique into an imposing V-taper, especially when contrasted with her thin waist. Well-rounded deltoids, each resembling armoured shoulder pads, capped her shoulders, with pumpkin-like striations deeply separating the beefy mounds that made up her anterior, middle and rear delts. Her chest was layered with blocks of thickened pectoralis majors, streamlined perfectly with the curves of her delts and cleanly-shaven armpits, the prominent rows of striations converging at the well-separated pec cleavage so chiselled, she would be the envy of any man. Over the pecs lied the most luscious and ample mammaries I had ever seen on a woman, Cassie’s new-found F-cup breasts and her deliciously demarcated areolas, making even the expensively enhanced boobs on a porn star tasteless by comparison. Her previously tight abdomen, with the former outlines of a toned six-pack, was now pretty much jacked to the core, sculpted artistically into a solid eight-pack, each block of muscle looking absolutely shredded like eight bars of soap, lined up symmetrically like a cobblestoned street, flanked by a pair of chunky obliques that curled gorgeously into her glorious, man-shaming Adonis belt, something that my many years of national swimmer’s training didn’t even grant me. The curves on her previously luscious legs were now packed solid with thickened quads, lined with cable-like striations separated by deep cuts; her previously well-rounded butt was no longer just a butt, they were now called glutes for they were now layered with dense muscular sinews, essentially made up of all muscle, the contours well-separated against her lower back, tensor fascia lata and hamstrings. Out of all the girls I saw transformed today, Cassie by far boasted the best transformation, emerging as an epitome of peak Amazonian conditioning, flaunting a hardened physique that could annihilate the competition in any female bodybuilding contest. It was hard to name a female bodybuilder that could even come close to matching her dominant musculature. Forget the Women’s Physique division, the moment she steps on stage, Cassie could well enough destroy the Women’s Bodybuilding division hands-down. It was hard to believe that this was a 19-year-old girl, barely out of high school, which prior to this had zero experience in bodybuilding.
“Well, I want you to answer me,” Cassie emphasized sternly, casually angulating her body towards me, her left side on display, folding her left arm behing her head, pointing out her left toes, effectively crunching down hard to hit an erotic single arm abdominal and thighs pose. Ribbons of finger-like serratus and intercostals were seen rippling to life from her left torso, the feathering in her left quads accentuated by the well-defined chunk of meat in her teardrop-shaped vastus medialis. Keeping herself in this pose, she then brought up her other arm and flexed her right bicep, the eruption of her swollen peaks of muscle looking so strong and perfectly sculpted that it would shame every female bodybuilder in the world, and most of the male bodybuilders as well. Her aesthetics game was top notch, and how she managed to pose so professionally like that was beyond my understanding. Never once in her life had she ever took interest in bodybuilding poses or shows but nevertheless, she was posing as if she was rehearsing her entire life. And my God, was she majestic! I hypothesised that the Amazons possess an innate genomic characteristic that makes them so naturally and instinctively able to pose, as if the art of flexing was an inborn trait granted universally to all their kind, coming to them as naturally as breathing and eating.

“You look…incredible!” I praised.

“That is a poor comment. Elaborate.”

“Y-y-you’re a completely different person. Your m-m-muscles…they’re ripped. Greater than any bodybuilder, I’ve ever seen. And you look…so powerful…”

“I know. I’ve grown from a woman…to a Goddess. I feel soooo good. Sooo strong! So INVINCIBLE!”

I leaned forward, in an attempt to hug her, but she held me at arm’s length, the tips of my fingers barely burshing her skin, as I observed the impressive bulk of her entire arm, the individual muscle groups well-separated by deep cuts and prominently defined, resembling the drawings on a real-life anatomy chart. While the size of her arms may be not much bigger than mine, but most definitely her rippling muscles were definitely much better scultped, much better developed with a conditioning that I could only ever dream of achieving. One look at her arms and I knew, I would never want to get into an arm-wrestling match with her. I was pretty damn sure, not only was she able to take me down with less than a second on the clock, but she could even go as far as to rip my arm out of its socket using barely a-tenth of her Amazonian strength.

“Oh no, you dare lay your hands on me, mortal?” Cassie said, her eyes cold and calculating.

“What are you talking about? I’m your boyfriend.”

“That may be true, but now I am an Amazon, and you a mere mortal. We are not the same.”

“Cassie, c’mon, stop playing around…”

“Very well. It will interest me when you achieve your status as a Son of Eros.”

“What Son of Eros?”

She ignored my question. I later found out that the Son of Eros was the official Amazonian title for male hosts working in the “Intimate and Breeding Unit”. How she knew what term to use was completely baffling to me, I mean, we just got here and this Unit didn’t even exist prior to yesterday.

“Now, mortal, kiss my feet. Worship my elegance. I am a superior being,” Cassie said.

I knelt down on the floor and planted a string of kisses over her beautiful bare feet, right up to her dainty feminine ankles that billowed straight out into a fearsome set of diamond-etched calves that were as big and blocky as they were hard. I felt my lips on her smooth, soft skin, pressing onto what eventually felt like unrelenting stone, chunks of hardened flesh packed densely with glorious Amazonian muscle. Then, I ran my tongue over bouncy plumpness of her sexy Sharpie-thick calf veins, pulsating rivers of blood supplying the flesh underneath with muscle-building nutrients and protein. Knowing that I was admiring the exquisiteness of her Amazonian form, Cassie plantar-flexed her ankles, balancing on the balls of her feet, tensing her solid calves into a vigorous burst of power, easily exploding to a size much thicker than the circumference of my entire arm.
“That’s more like it. Now, let’s find out how strong I truly am,” she said.

She then bundled me up with elegant swiftness and draped my body over her strongly built right shoulder, treating me like nothing more than a sack of rice. She strutted past the crowds of soon-to-be-Amazons, up the stairs, leaving the underground hall behind and into the sun-bathed courtyard. There was a Hyundai parked nearby and she smirked profoundly as she picked her target. Each of her bare footsteps sounding convincing with the aura of her confidence.

Now for a bit of perspective, I had seen a Youtube Shorts video once, of social media influencers trying to find out how many adult guys it took to lift a sedan off the ground. It took almost 8 people to tilt the front tyres a couple inches off the ground, and a total of 14 men to successfully clear the the entire vehicle off the tarmac, and even that was just barely a foot high. (Watch “How many people does it take to lift a car” by @nicksymmonds on Youtube)

Now Cassie was fully aware of that, for she watched that video with me while we were cuddling one night. She settled me onto the asphalt as she cracked her neck in preparation of the task before her. With a confident nod of her head, she positioned herself in a squat right before the car’s front bumper, balanced sturdily in the balls of her feet, curling into the sexy contours of her womanly soles and heels, her hands gripping the underside of the engine, her eyes focused as she bunched up the bulbous obs of muscle in her glutes and the beefy mass thickness in her hamstrings. Then, with one convincingly smooth motion, she straightened up her legs, her Amazonian thighs suddenly transforming into powerful pistons of an industrial grade hydraulic pump, lifting the entire front half of the car up to her hip height, before promptly powering her arms further to bring the structure past her shoulders and over her head. In less than 2 seconds and no more than a fraction of her strength, she was able to do what 8 fully grown men could barely muster for only a puny little inch and multiply that effort a hundred times over. And she wasn’t done.

Balancing the underside of the sedan over her traps and both palms, she smirked confidently as she stared daggers at me with her piercing eyes.

“And up we go!” she quipped teasingly.

With silent but confident conviction, she powered what must have been 3000-pounds of automotive machinery past her head and into the air with the full reach of her arms, pumping out 6 perfect reps of overhead presses with incredible ease. “One, up! Two, up! Three, up!” And so on…And as she reached her final rep, she held the object of her conquest above her as she basked in the invincibility of her tremendous feat. The incredible thing was, she had shown literally zero ounces of exertion, making it clear that she didn’t even reach the full capacity of her Amazonian power, barely utilising half her maximum potential. She had completed a feat equivalent to the strength of 14 grown men, while still proving that she was undoubtedly much, much stronger.

Cassie laughed menacingly as she marched over to me, casually balancing the vehicle with only one arm, the other hand giving her long, silky blond hair a seductive flick, before resting the hand on her cocked hips.

“So, my dear mortal,” she started, tossing the car 18 yards across the courtyard with absolute ease, the vehicle exploding in a ball of flames behind her. She then grabbed me by the neck, lifting me a foot off the ground, before landing a deep kiss right on my lips.

“Things are going to change a lot from now on.”

If this was what she could do as an Amazon, I couldn’t begin to imagine the power she would wield when she becomes a full-blown Bana Mighdall.

[Wookey]

If becoming an Amazon means becoming a bitch to your friend then am cheering for the Atlantans

[Wookey]

Nevertheless another K+++ story from Apley

[Apley44]

If all female becomes an amazon who will birth more males?

Hmm, good question. We shall see. Right now, hope you enjoy the new chapters! 

[Apley44]

If becoming an Amazon means becoming a bitch to your friend then am cheering for the Atlantans

Haha, just Cassie. Probably due to the intense overconfidence she gained from her transformation. She is based off of Allison from “Little Sister is a Big Bully” , Courtney from “Broken Hearts and Broken Bones”  (both by grbaclig) and Scarlett from “A Bodybuilder’s Tale” by GDF-8.