★Memorable Author: [El_Roy_1999] Hell on Earth - An Experiment

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Waking from peaceful slumber, Lucy turned to John. He was laying beside her, still fascinated by her bizarre body and her visible innocence amidst a body of sexual domination. It was weird. She looked at him and said:
"I don't know how to say it, but I think I might love you."
He nodded:
"It's hard to say in a world like this. It twists you and forces you to become what you cannot be."
"Yeah."
She embraced him, laying her huge breast on his chest.
"You know, I'm not Susan's father. I just found her, she was an orphan. Her parents had probably been killed by demons. I just offered her a shelter. Didn't expect to become a father without a wife."
"The world changes us."
"It does."
"Well, I'll have to change the world."
She climbed on top of him, making him exhale as her weight lay on him. She was easily twice as heavy as he was, and a good eight inches taller than him. Contracting her cunt, she quickly drew his hardening member inside herself and began fucking him with her inner muscles only. Soon, they were gasping for air as they approached ecstasy.

Later, John prepared a meal for the three of them. Susan tried to tell Lucy about a story John had told her, but was confusing the giant woman with her narration. Lucy had to fight the urge to just force Susan to tell the story in the correct order by using her powers of domination. When the story was finally done and they had eaten, Lucy asked John:
"Remember why I came here? I wanted to find the nectar of strength. You said you could help me. Can you?"

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John looked into the fire for a while, then said:
"I can help you. But it will change you further. It will make you more of what you have become and I am unsure of whether you should take this path."
Lucy replied:
"If I have to change to change the world, I will. I have no choice. After all, people are counting on me. They need me to fight."
John got up.
"Okay. If you've made up your mind, follow me."

Lucy got up and followed him into the depths of the fortress. Soon, she realised that this building was similar to the nuns' cloister she had been transformed in. After what seemed like hours of walking through concrete corridors, John opened a door and revealed a laboratory. He walked over to the workbench and showed her a large glass container. In it, a vaguely organic substance was growing. It was lumpy and grayish. It didn't look too healthy. He turned to her and explained:
"This is the thing that produces the nectar of strength. It feeds on flesh and blood and exudes the nectar. I have been thinking: It is a bit crazy, though."
"Let's hear it."
"Since you took the demonic power in you, you constantly regenerate, isn't it?"
She nodded.
"I could implant it in your body and allow you to create the nectar from yourself. You'd be able to strengthen those you want."
She stared at the gray mass and asked:
"It wouldn't eat me up?"
"Probably. If I calculated correctly."
"Well, it sounds worthwhile. Where would you put it?"
He came closer and took one of her huge breasts in his hands and said:
"Right here. I have no idea what's inside, but there's plenty of room."
At this moment, Lucy felt an absolute distance from the weapon her body had become and said yes.

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When she awoke, the room was dark. The only light came from a few machines who were quietly working at their tasks. She had something down her throat, which she quickly gagged out. She looked around, but found herself strangely weakened. She found a signal button lying on the bed next to her and pushed it. After a while, there was a bustle outside and the light came on. John was looking at her with surprise and relief.
"You're already awake! This is way too early."
"What?"
"I''m sorry, I must have wrongly calculated the anesthesia. I could only hint at your weight, besides, the demon blood makes all this much more complex. It was quite a pain in the ass to even cut your skin."
"Alright. Is everything OK?"
"Yes, of course, I'm sorry. It went well. You're on the road to recovery. Let me get you something to drink and eat. You must be parched."

After a very short recovery, the bandages came off. Looking into the mirror, she was astonished by the new size of her breasts. Each of them was now easily the size of a basketball, but they had lost their perfectly round shape, getting a slightly more  natural looking style. Still, they were over the top and cartoonish, even for a woman her size. She touched them lightly, held them up and turned to John.
"Wow. They are huge."
"They have to be. When I opened them, I found a sealed implant inside which was clearly marked as being filled with holy water. They are a kind of retaliation device if you should be killed. Even though this is very disturbing, I left them in and just added the source of the nectar."
"Retaliation."
"Indeed. Anyway, you should be able to produce nectar from yourself in small quantities. I hope it helps."
"I'll make the world safe again. So that Susan can live without fear."

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Lucy stayed with John and Susan for a while, but soon left to return to Barricada. The trip back wasn't too difficult. She arrived at the city roughly two months after she had left and she found it changed. When she arrived at the chapterhouse, she found it well-defended. She was challenged by some now quite buff warrior nuns who became very humble once they realised who she was.
Minutes later, she was in Theresa's office. Her shield-bearer dropped to her knees and greeted her with all the devotion of a slave. Lucy was pleased but oddly irritated by the distant and inhuman contact. Clearly, the trip to the mountain had blurred her vision. She said:
"Rise, slave. I am very pleased with your work here. Yet, I have found a way to make you serve our cause better."
With this, she released her huge, swollen breast from her bra and worked on her nipple until it started dripping a honey-like fluid.
"Drink, slave, and become more akin to your mistress!"

Theresa was shocked at first, but soon suckled on the massive woman's teat.

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At first, nothing happened. Lucy had to admit that she was a little disappointed. However, after a few days of regular exercise and training, Theresa's muscles suddenly bloomed. She was just working on the free weights when she felt a strange tingling in her arms. Her already well-developed muscles began to jerk and twitch, contracting and relaxing out of control. It felt as if there was something moving beneath her skin. Scared by the sudden change, Theresa dropped the barbel with a loud thunk. She stared in horror at her bizarre upper arm. Then, as sudden as it had started, it stopped.
Theresa continued staring at her biceps, irritated by the weird effect. Then, a growing tingling went through her body. At first it tickled a little, but then, it grew more and more intense until it became painful. She gritted her teeth, but as the pain became mind-numbing, she screamed. The other nuns ran to her.

However, the pain subsided.
She gasped.
As she turned to the others, she wanted to say that she was well. Then, out of thin air, her body exploded.

Within seconds, it filled with huge slabs of muscle. Watching her swell, the other nuns were terrified. Thick cords of muscle wrapped themselves around the existing muscles. Her body grew to bestial proportions within seconds. Screaming, she transformed into a dense mass of muscle under their eyes. By the time the change finally abated, she had become even more powerful than Lucy. She lay on the ground, spasming as she was rushed to the infirmary.

As the doctors and nurses tried to make heads or tails of her condition, Lucy arrived. She bowed down to her friend and said:
"I'm so sorry. I hadn't expected this."
Theresa only breathed deeply.
Lucy got back up, pulled up a chair and sat down as the doctors found that they couldn't do anything. They hooked her to life support and feeding, wondering when the change might stop.

Just at this moment, Helen came in and shouted:
"The demons are attacking!"

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Lucy and her followers rushed to the gates of the city. Around them, the various guards of the noble houses ran, surprised by the assault. When they reached the city's main entrance, they saw the approaching horde. The armies of Asturath filled the horizon, rank upon rank of black clad demon spawn advancing relentlessly.
Soon, the defenders manned their guns and began pouring lead and steel into the masses. Clearly, the demons tried to take the city in one fell swoop, charging their main army at the gates to stop the guardians from preparing a successful defense. Within minutes, they hit the gates, clearing away from them to set off the explosive charges they had placed. With an ear-drum tearing blast, the gates crashed open, the demon warriors entering the city's first ring of defense. The nuns found themselves trapped in front of their enemies, the gates of the second wall closed behind them. Lucy realised that they were trapped. This was clearly the opportunity the noble houses had waited for. With a little luck, they would be able to destroy the meddlesome nuns and at the same time impress their demon oppressors enough to make them accept a better deal.
As explosions and fires erupted around them, the nuns retreated to the ruins of the houses in the outer ring. Lucy screamed:
"Retreat into the underground, we'll reform there. There's no point in fighting them here!"

Quickly, the nuns ran to the drainage pipes and floodgates of the subterranean network of the power plant. Behind them, the demons were hot on their heels. As Lucy fended off the pursuers to allow her sisters to escape, she suddenly saw how the demons had managed to surprise the city guards.
Up in the sky hung a huge dirigible, covered in blasphemous symbols which only became visible now that its camouflage system was turned off and it began bombarding the city. This was the demons' headquarter and it looked undefeatable from where she was. Sighing, she speared the last demon warrior that had followed them and jumped down into the manhole.
Time to make a plan.

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Lucy quickly sent Helen to the chapterhouse to see how the fortress was holding up, then ordered the nuns to retreat as fast as possible into the centre of the city. Above them, the thundering roars of explosions rang. Lucy advanced through the shaking corridors, finally emerging in the city square. The sun was being blotted out by the dirigible's shadow. She saw the members of the house guards wave white flags, trying to appease the attacking demons, but it was to no avail.
The airship opened fire, incinerating the watchtowers and passages of the fortresses. Around them, fleeing people tried to leave the city but found themselves encircled by disaster. Lucy ordered the nuns to confine the fugitives and lead them to the relative safety of lower town.
Meanwhile, she was joined by Helen, who was out of breath and gasping, but managed to say:
"She's... still growing. Help her!"

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Minutes later, Lucy threw open the door of the infirmary and was shocked. Theresa had grown and grown and was now a hulking 20' tall beast of muscle, her minuscule head squeezed impotently between her ridiculous shoulders. The infirmary nuns had just used up the last nutrient fluids and stared at the woman in horror. Lucy looked into Theresa's eyes and saw what she was feeling. She said:
"Okay, make a hole in the wall. We're going out. Get more nutrient! Now!"

With a resounding boom, the wall came down and Theresa stomped out, trailing tanks of nutrient behind her. Lucy climbed on her friend's back and directed her towards the approaching hordes. With a guttural howl, Theresa threw herself at them, rending the demon troopers apart with her sheer strength. Meanwhile, Lucy tried to defend her slave from any assailants who tried to surround the bestial warrior nun.

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Theresa, or rather the beast she had become, howled in anger, smashing the demon soldiers into the cracked concrete of the city. They fast approached the enemy's main force. The demons mounted a stalwart defense, but the relentless assault of the enormous, still growing woman was unstoppable. As they fell back,  the airship concentrated its fire on the giant below. Theresa screamed in outrage and started climbing a nearby building to close the distance between her and the ship.
However, she soon realised that she was out of reach. Theresa howled furiously, grabbed the surprised Lucy and threw her at the zeppelin. Lucy felt the air whistle by as she soared into the crimson sky. She landed on the ship's main platform and quickly dispatched a few surprised gunners.
Meanwhile, the demons had recovered and began shelling the giant woman's location. Explosions rocked the ruined city, but the now slowly settling huge musclebound woman still advanced on the enemy position. Throwing a nearby car at a gun position, she swatted a few flanking demons before finally crashing down the centre. At this moment, the demons fled. They ran to the city gates, the goliath nun in hot pursuit.

On the airship, Lucy was doing the best she could as a one-woman army. She sliced through the approaching demon guards, making her way to the main deck.  As she kicked open the door, she stood there, sweating, bloodied and angry. The ship's captain, a large and overweight demon with huge, forward-spiralling horns stared at her, pulled out his gun and fired at her. She dodged as he aimed, taking cover behind one of the tables and quickly throwing it at the officer. With a jerk of his left hand, he blocked the piece of furniture and fired at her again.
However, before he could aim precisely, the airship shook as one of the demon army's trucks smashed against the front window. Below, Theresa was battling against several vehicles that were meant to protect the marching army. Lucy exploited the opening, charged her foe and ejected him through the splintered glass. The demon landed headfirst in the ground, his body remaining still yet erect in the blasted sand.

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Lucy set the dirigible's controls to crash, grabbed a line and jumped out of the slowly descending machine. She dropped down close to her friend, who had just picked up a cobbled together AFV and thrown it into the others. Above them, the zeppelin was slowly approaching. Lucy shouted over the din of battle:
"Theresa! Come over here, we leave!"
The beast her slave had become turned around, stared at her in bestial ferocity and ran towards her, knuckling along like a muscle-bloated gorilla. However, just as the pair was to be reunited, another shout rang out across the battlefield:
"LUCRETIA!"

Out of the howling blaze and the fog of war, a creature emerged. It was tall, slightly taller than Lucy but of course much shorter than Theresa. The creature bore every sign of being female, but the eight eyes in her face, arranged in a circle on her front and blinking in unison, as well as her sharp-fanged maw suggested that this was a demon.
The female creature approached. Her long, muscular legs were weirdly angled, making her walk on her feet's balls. She was athletic in the best sense of the word, not even remotely as muscular as Lucy, but wiry, with hard, fast muscles. Her six arms bore weapons of all sorts, whips, chains, blades and clubs. She wore a skintight suit of leather, showing of her ample cleavage and the numerous piercings that decorated her body. Also, her head was decorated with a plethora of intertwining, chaotic horns, grown into a bizarre, organic structure.
Finally, she was surrounded by an aura of scarlet flames that raged around her, creating a flare of demonic power. Smiling a toothy grin, she said:

"I am Asturath! You have challenged me, you will die!"
Then, the airship crashed in their midst, detonating its gas in the process. Everything disappeared in the flames.

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When Lucy recovered, all was ablaze around her. The screams of the dying, the booms of explosions, the thunder of the storm overhead, all blurred into a cacophony of destruction. Around her, the mist of the hydrogen explosion filled the air, moistening her tired skin. She staggered to her feet, finding Theresa's massive body lying unmoving nearby. She shook her head, trying to focus. Golden blood flowed from her wounds.
Then, from the fog, she heard Asturath scream. The creature was still alive and fast approaching. Before Lucy could react, the demon queen attacked her, slamming into her with all her might and letting her many weapons slash at her. Lucy stumbled as the fury of the diabolic antagonist was unleashed. Asturath howled:
"You will die, worthless scum. I am the demon queen, my will be done!"
Lucy was thrown back to the ground, her ears still ringing. She was unable to concentrate. Every time she managed to understand her situation, the demon's whip came down, slicing her thoughts.

Finally, she gave up. Asturath calmed down. She smiled amidst the wreckage, kicked her fallen foe to the ground and rolled her on her back. Lucy's huge breasts flopped aside. The demon woman grinned evilly and said:
"You will make a fine slave. A fine slave indeed."
Then, with a blow of her black steel mace, she sent her victim into unconsciousness.

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When she awoke, Lucy was in pain. Her whole body was aching. She was suspended at her wrists, crucified above a chasm. Below, a huge creature was pacing the bone-covered floor. She stared into the blackness around her, when a slit appeared in the curtain in front of her. The room slowly filled with light.
In front of her was a scene out of a nightmare. Strangely twisted demons, their faces torn and rearranged into grotesque shapes were held to similar crosses, the floor a network of steel beams. The creatures seemed to be in pain, the mutilations on their bodies easily visible. Fluids were dripping in and out of them. Occasionally, one of them collapsed. When this happened, hooded, diminutive servants unhooked the victims and threw them on the floor before mashing them through the grid below.
The monster gnashed its teeth hungrily and jumped up to reach the pieces of the victim.

Lucy followed the show for a while with disgust, when she was interrupted by a gentle cough.
"Good day to you, Sister Lucretia! How are we today?"
In front of her, a large spider-like creature had descended from the roof. It was a strange demon-spider hybrid, humanoid yet completely monstrous. Its many eyes flickered open and shut, its chitinous skin exuded an acrid stench. The more terrifying parts of its body were covered by its surgeon's frock. Lucy tried to speak. He interrupted her:
"Please, don't answer. It was just a figure of speech, you see. I am Asturath's own surgeon and she wants to know what you are made off when she awakes. As a result, I will have to cut you open. I hope you don't mind."
He laughed a cynical little laugh and motioned for one of the servants to bring his tools.
"Now, this will hurt a little, so feel free to scream. After all, I'm on a withdrawal. Your friend was oh so silent. Too bad for her."
Lucy was shocked. Theresa! What had this monster done?

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The surgeon-monster slid its fingers over the large bumps of her abdominal muscles and grinned blissfully.
"You're quite the pretty one, my dear. It's a shame to destroy what must have been so much work to create."
With these words, he took one of the scalpels from the tablet offered to him by one of the hunched creatures and set its blade against her skin. Lucy bit her lips, holding back the urge to scream. Her muscles contracted in reflex, making the tightness of her bonds cut her skin. She gritted her teeth as he sank the blade in and slowly drew a line of golden blood across abdomen.
"Spreader.", he said in a matter-of-fact way. She felt nauseous. However, in this second, she realised that there was but one option for her to escape this. She concentrated, dominating herself in the same way she normally ruled her slaves. At this moment, she left her body for a moment, turning into a bizarre puppet to be manipulated by the power of her will.
Suddenly, its structure, its controls, its very being spread before her like a landscape. She felt calm, detached, in control. With perfect mastery of her self, she contracted and released her pectoral muscles, shuffling the implants around inside their pocket, moving them across the newly added tissue and placing them at the front of it. With a sudden contration, she broke the shells, letting the blessed water leak into the pockets and directing it to her nipples.
The surgeon stopped as he heard the crack of the ruptures, looked at her in wonder and exploded into a shower of chitin and bile as the holy water struck him. He screamed in terror, fell to the ground and howled as his body collapsed.

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The blessed water dripped from the smoking carcass of the demonic doctor and burnt the huge creature below. As Lucy strained against her bonds, the beast began pouncing about wildly, roaring with insane aggression. The hooded creatures fled, stumbled over the holes in the floor and were instantly attacked by the raging monster which jumped up and ripped off their limbs. So great was its strength that the impact warped the floor-grid, making the metal scream with strain. With a sharp crack, the structure broke, splinters of steel flying everywhere. Lucy contracted her burning muscles and, using the force tearing at the steel cross, she ripped it apart.
She fell to the ground, bleeding and gasping for air. She waited until the pain became manageable, then took a look at herself. She was bruised and wounded, her skin was cut and hung from her abdomen. She was on the verge of panicking. Her body had become a ruin. She clambered to her feet, looked for bandages to cover her wounds, saw them and walked towards them limping. Just as she was about to reach them, the monster from below attacked again, the floor erupted into splintered metal and she was thrown in the air. Grabbing the steel beam one of her arms had been bound to, she twisted in mid-air, her wounds showering the area in her strange golden blood and rammed the beam into the creatures head, killing it.

She stood back up, bandaged her wounds and stared in disbelief at her deflated breasts. Then, she recovered: Theresa! She had to save her!

She grabbed a few of the scalpels, covered her nakedness with a few rags and left the room as quickly as the pain allowed.

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Lucy sneaked through the entrails of the fortress, finding various prison cells holding horrified and broken inmates, strangling several guards and slowly making her way upstairs. As she left the dungeons behind her, the place cleared up. After several minutes of walking around in confusion, she found a window. Clearly, the place wasn't a fortress in the classic sense, especially since the window was a huge, stained glass affair. As she looked out through a clear part of an apocalyptic representation of Asturath devouring the first-born children of humanity, she realised that the whole building was flying. She stared at the landscape slowly drifting by below.
She'd have to find a way to get off this too.

However, as the pain returned, Lucy remembered she still had to find Theresa and kill Asturath. The sounds from the lower floors suggested that the dead guards had been found and that she was about to be discovered. She quickened her steps, looking for an armoury of sorts.
Pretty soon, she found herself hiding close to a large door marked with demonic script, guarded by two massive demon hulks. Each of the beasts was roughly 7' tall, burly and overweight, wearing plate armour and carrying spears. Taking them out with just a handful of scalpels would be hard under normal circumstances, right now, wounded, naked and disheveled as she was, it was almost impossible.
Still, what had to be done, had to be done.

Shutting of her mind, she ran forward, lobbed the first two scalpels at the eye-holes of the left guardian, blinding one of them. The pair instantly fell into a defensive stance, but before they could ready themselves, she slid over the marble floor and cut the hamstrings of the other one. He promptly collapsed, finding a savage warrior woman on his chest, stabbing out his eyes with a bloody scalpel. The other one, still blinded from the surgical knife sticking in his eye-socket, tried to get an attack going, but the fury in front of him just grabbed the spear and with supreme effort that made her bandages tear, levered him to the ground.
He fell down himself, ramming the scalpel further in his skull. Slitting their throats, Lucy gasped for air as she tried to close the wound on her abdomen.

As she recovered, she entered the armoury and emerged seconds later, wearing a fitting suit of plate armour including a helmet that covered her face and carrying a scythe-like weapon. She walked quickly to the next level, looking for a throne hall of some kind.