Might of the Wehrmacht

[Biceps108]

First time posting a story here! I hope it'll prove an enjoyable read to some of you out there.

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6th of June 1944.

The day that the Allies invaded Normandy. For the Allies, it marked the beginning of a tedious campaign across France. But for the Germans, it meant that their worst fears had come to realization. Weeks after the initial landing, the Allies kept on advancing through France and even landed in the southern region as well. They were gaining ground. The German soldiers fought as hard as they could, using all the weapons available in their arsenal, yet it was not enough.

Entire battalions were being defeated as the Americans and other Allied Forces marched through France. The Wehrmacht was stretched thin by these losses, doing its absolute best to plug any holes in their flanks. Generals argued as they tried to find solutions. They needed to counterattack and push the Americans back into the sea, lest they wanted to lose France and allow the enemy to push into Belgium and the Netherlands.

Or worse, invade Germany itself.

The fighting was getting worse with each day, and numerous casualties on both sides were piling up. More men and equipment were needed to defeat the Allied Forces. However, that wasn't the only problem. While it was already quite difficult to retaliate against the Americans and French as it was, the French Resistance was severely hampering the ability of the Wehrmacht to do so. The roads, railroads and communication poles were being destroyed left and right. It was proving difficult to form a proper defense without good transportation and communication.

The Reich was losing France. Their top military leaders gave it tops two weeks before Paris would fall, which would mean that they'd lose a large portion of the French nation. This news angered the Fuhrer and only furthered the resolve of his subordinates to find a solution to the problem. They needed something to push the enemy back, something that would halt an enemy battalion in its track and vanquish it. Of course, that was easier said than done.

They just couldn't muster the manpower necessary to do this. Their tanks were being destroyed, infantry being slaughtered and their planes being shot down. The Allied Forces were winning this battle faster than the German generals had predicted. 

It was pure chaos in France, with many Wehrmacht soldiers being routed from their entrenched positions no matter how much they prepared. The Allies were relentless in their assault. Hundreds of Wehrmacht soldiers were already dead; their broken bodies littering France.

Yet in Norway, a land of bitter cold and steep mountains, the German soldiers occupying it had less problems than their counterparts in France. There was still the occasional local resistance member attacking a patrol, but their operations were quite secured, making it a perfect place for a secret facility. One that was on the brink of being visited by Joseph Goebbels, minister of propaganda, and a close confidant of the Fuhrer.

Goebbels sighed as he wrapped himself in his thick coat, cursing the cold of Norway. The car he was sat in was driving him up to the facility high in the mountains. Multiple trucks and cars were escorting him, carrying more supplies for the secret base, while also protecting him from any danger. He couldn't wait to be back in Germany. He disliked the cold, but he would have to deal with it for now. Goebbels watched as they drove by yet another checkpoint. That was the third one, but luckily the final one before they'd reach their location. It only proved how valuable this facility truly was.

The car turned around a corner and came into view of his destination. It was quite a big place if he had to be honest. There were multiple buildings, ranging from standard barracks to warehouses and a power plant. However, the largest building in the middle was what made the facility so special. Goebbels had been here only two times before, yet he had seen only half of it. The experiments that were being conducted in there were vital to Germany's war effort. This made it even more important, hence the tight security.

The German minister put on his gloves as the car stopped in front of the gate. Thick walls and a large gate prevented entry, which were in return guarded by several Wehrmacht soldiers. Their white and grey coats were barely visible this late in the evening. However, Goebbels could see them saluting him as the car drove on; the disciplined soldiers manning their posts. He nodded in satisfaction at the sight of such well-trained soldiers, and saw that all of them were carrying state of the art weapons and manning powerful machine guns. There were multiple watchtowers that kept an eye on the perimeter with two men in each one.

Up ahead a whole squad of soldiers marched side by side, their rifles held against their shoulders as their sergeant spurred them on. Goebbels couldn't help but feel sorry for them. Were it not for the warm coats and the fires they had lit in trashcans, the men would have been freezing to death in this weather. However, they were strong enough to keep on walking through the harsh cold.

"I see that captain Stanger is keeping the place in good condition. That's a good thing, considering the importance of the base." He spoke up, turning to his aide that sat at his side.

The young man was barely out of his teens, but he was a staunch follower and good assistant. His blonde hair and blue eyes only aided him further in being a perfect citizen. Goebbels was happy he could rely on the boy, who did as he was told and carried out his tasks with efficiency. The only thing that kept him from joining the army – aside from his useful talents as his aide – was his short stature and his thin body.

"Minister, may I ask what is so important about it?" The young boy inquired curiously.

Goebbels smiled, "A solution to the Wehrmacht's problems, Friedrich. Perhaps even to the war."

That was all that he revealed, seeing as the car came to a stop. The two officials quickly got out of their mode of transportation. Goebbels once again smiled at the efficiency that he saw, watching the patrolling soldiers with a sense of pride, knowing that this was the future of the world. He gestured for Friedrich to follow him before heading towards the main entrance of the complex, where their welcome party was awaiting them.

Multiple guards stood at attention while one man stood at the front. He was quite tall, plus very muscular, and wore his officer's uniform with pride. The hard features of his square-shaped face were almost emotionless as he stood there like a statue. Goebbels approached the man, which caused the officer to salute him.

"Minister Goebbels, it is an honor to see you again, sir." He spoke with a deep voice.

"Likewise, captain Stanger." Goebbels nodded respectfully. "I trust everything has been running smoothly since my last visit? No resistance or Allied Forces' commando teams, I hope?"

He glanced to the left as he saw a tank drive by, its heavy engine rumbling as it pushed the armored vehicle forward. Goebbels couldn't remember it being here before. Most likely it was a new addition, but made him wonder why they would need a tank of all thing so high in the mountain. Oh well, he wouldn't question Stanger's judgement. If the man said they needed a tank to keep one of Germany's top secret projects safe, then he would give him ten of them.

"None at all, minister. Everything's been quiet so far. However, I do keep the men in shape by running weekly drills, so they won't slack off from their jobs." Stanger replied formally, his posture basically radiating discipline.

That was what Goebbels liked to see. To him, order was important. The Reich was a well-oiled machine that thrived on order and security, which made it all the more important that the Wehrmacht received its weapon. Men like Stanger were invaluable to the army. However, they needed more than just able men, tanks, ships and planes. They required something that would inspire the troops and strike fear into the hearts of their foes.

"That is good to hear, captain. Is doctor Von Weiner not here?" He asked offhandedly as they passed by the soldiers, entering the main building.

It was good to be out of the cold. Goebbels took off his coat and handed it to Friedrich, who would take care of the expensive clothing. The large hallway was quite sparse and mundane, though that was to be expected. This was a research facility after all. Extravagant decorations belonged in civilian places, not a military complex.

Stanger shook his head, "The dear doctor was too occupied, minister. I asked him to come and greet you like he should, but he insisted that he had preparations to complete in his laboratory. The man has been spending almost all of his time in there."

"Ah, but that is exactly what I wanted from him, captain." Goebbels smirked. "His job is to create a superweapon the likes that would change the rules of warfare itself. It is preferable that he keeps working hard, instead of wasting time on matters such as greeting an official."

"With all due respect, minster," The base's commanding officer frowned, "he should have at least greeted you. If the doctor can spend time with his wife, then surely he can spare a few minutes to pay his respects to one of the highest officials in the Reich."

Goebbels found himself disagreeing with the captain, who seemed to be even stricter than he had thought, but didn't comment on it. Besides, a part of him agreed with the captain. Dietrich Von Weiner was a brilliant man and very dedicated to his work, but that loyalty was rivaled by the loyalty that he held towards his wife, Anna Von Weiner. Goebbels felt his mood darken a bit. Anna was a hindrance to Dietrich, as far as he was concerned, who kept the doctor from accomplishing his work. Then again, the dear doctor did not really have a lot of loyalty in the first place...

After all, it had taken some persuasion from a whole execution squad to acquire the man's assistance.

There were only two reasons as to why he allowed her to be here. The first one was because she was a medical expert herself, which awarded her the job of the doctor of the base. She was an expert in treating the wounded and most likely kept everyone healthy in here. The second reason was her relationship with Dietrich. From the very beginning, back when Goebbels had first approached the scientist, it had been made clear that Dietrich wouldn't go anywhere without his wife; an admittedly admirable trait.

However, Goebbels was becoming impatient. With the Allies on their doorstep in France, they needed all the help they could get. A lot of funding had gone to this little endeavor of his. The construction of the facility, the materials needed, the supplies... it costed more than enough. He had invested in Von Weiner and would now see if it paid off.

"Excuse me, sir, but what is doctor Von Weiner working on?" Friedrich asked, making his presence known.

Stanger glared at the boy from over his wide shoulder, causing the young aide to instinctively make himself smaller. He had a tendency of asking more questions than he should. However, Goebbels figured he could tell him. Friedrich was more loyal to him than any soldier stationed here, plus the boy would be a witness anyway.

"As I was saying in the car, doctor Von Weiner is working on a solution for the war." The minister of propaganda explained as they walked through the grey corridors of the complex. At certain intervals they would come across a guard, or in some cases heavy machinery. "You see, Friedrich, there has been a question that has plagued our great leader for years now. Germany lost the previous war against the Allies. No matter how many men the Kaiser sent, they were unable to defeat the enemy. A war is fought by soldiers. The Fuhrer believes that if Germany had had better soldiers, it would have won the war, preventing the Allies from plunging our country in crisis. Now we are at war again and we need better soldiers once more, which is the goal of this project."

"And how would we get better soldiers then?" The young man asked, all of his attention focused on the minister.

Stanger snorted, "Discipline is the best tool a soldier can use."

"While I agree with your statement, there is only so much that loyalty and discipline can do." Goebbels argued. "You see, the Fuhrer believes that our soldiers need something more. The Allies can produce their own soldiers, who have gone through strict training methods, which makes it a rather common tool. However, the research that the good doctor is conducting will provide us with the means to create the perfect soldiers. To put it quite frankly, I am talking about supersoldiers."

The captain and aide both stared at him with surprise. Even Stanger didn't know the real purpose of the project, other than that it was supposed to be a weapon. However, never had he imagined that the superweapon would actually be a new kind of supersoldier. Friedrich was gaping in shock at the minister, wondering how such a thing would be even possible.

"Supersoldiers?" Stanger frowned, the confusion visible on his normally stoic face.

Goebbels nodded, "Indeed, German supersoldiers of the highest quality. Doctor Von Weiner specializes in many things, such as biology and chemistry. He's been working diligently to create a way for us to produce this kind of soldier. In theory, they are physically superior humans. That includes a higher endurance, enhanced strength and many other advantages over the standard human body. It is the Fuhrer's dream to develop an army of these meta-humans so we can secure the Reich's dominance."

"Incredible." Friedrich muttered in awe.

Stanger did not seem to be convinced, but that was alright. Goebbels knew that it sounded as if it was a fairy tale. Many people in history had tried to find out if such a thing was possible, including Goebbels himself, though he couldn't be sure that Von Weiner was successful. The last time he was here, it had been very much a work in progress. Yet time was running out. Germany needed its supersoldiers to push back the Allied Forces before it was too late.

The trio passed through a small hallway, two guards standing at the entrance with top quality assault rifles. Their grey uniforms were in pristine condition, their helmets firmly strapped onto their heads and their stances professional. Both of them saluted the small party as they allowed the minister's company to pass through. Goebbels approved of the high security that Stanger had put into place. One couldn't be sure nowadays, with resistance members and Allied Forces commandos sneaking around.

Eventually they arrived a metal door. There were warning signs above it, plus a small sign that read 'main laboratory', and a small buzzer. Stanger stepped forward and pressed the button twice. They didn't have to wait long before the door was opened, revealing a middle-aged man in a white lab coat.

Goebbels immediately recognized the dark brown hair, hazel eyes and rather average body traits. He had met the man before during his previous visits. Professor Dietrich Von Weiner, the very reason this project was even possible. He smiled and extended his hand, trying to be as friendly as possible.

"Doctor Von Weiner, a pleasure to see you again." Goebbels greeted the somewhat short professor.

Dietrich nodded politely, "Minister Goebbels, the pleasure is all mine. Please, do come in."

The professor's tone was a bit subdued, as if he was actually afraid of the German official. Goebbels ignored it and stepped through the door with his entourage close behind. The laboratory that they were standing inside of was truly a marvel of German engineering. It was quite large, with numerous machines lining the walls, chemicals in large containers and enough equipment to support a whole institution. Goebbels gazed upon the sight with satisfaction. While the place was mundane and colorless as the rest of the complex, it was certainly far more impressive.

However, he noticed the presence of two things.

The first was a large cylinder in the middle of the room. It was quite large, able to fit in two men at the very least, while cables were attached to it that connected the machine to a few terminals. He was curious as to why the small chamber had been placed inside the room. Could it be that the doctor had finally made progress? Goebbels was looking forward to hearing all about it, and maybe witness a demonstration of the strange device.

As for the second presence, it belonged to Anna Von Weiner, the professor's wife. He could never understand how a man such as Dietrich had managed to capture the heart of Anna. While he was quite plain in looks, she was possibly one of the most beautiful women in the whole Reich. She was quite tall for a woman, reaching up to almost 185 centimeters, and was admittedly beautiful. Her skin was a milky pale, her lustrous hair like a wave of gold wrapped up in a ponytail, eyes as blue as the ocean, full lips the color of roses and facial features that could swoon any man. Her tall frame didn't lack in womanly curves, as she seemed to possess a prominent hourglass shape. Truly, Anna Von Weiner was a beauty that could lit up any room that she walked into.

Goebbels smiled even more as he passed by the professor, turning his attention the woman in the back. She wore a fitting sweater that didn't quite hide the curves of her chest, along with a skirt that showed off toned long legs, clad in silky stockings. He allowed himself to roam her amazing body with his eyes before greeting her.

"Miss Von Weiner, seeing you again is always a pleasure." He told her charmingly.

Anna simply nodded politely, "You are too kind, minister Goebbels."

Her voice was strained and she said little else. Clearly Anna was uncomfortable with the German official's flattery, but she managed to remain calm. If Goebbels picked up on her reservation then he didn't comment on it. Instead, he gave her another smile while returning his attention back to her husband.

"Now then, doctor, I hope you have good news for me?" He said with authority. "The Fuhrer is anxious for results, as am I. Certainly you do not need to be reminded that your project could be the future of the Wehrmacht, especially now that the Allies have landed in France?"

"No, herr Goebbels. I am aware of the stakes." Dietrich gulped nervously. "While I can say that there is good news, I'm afraid that there is also some more unfortunate news."

The professor felt a shiver travel down his spine as Goebbels lost his smile. This is what he feared, though he tried not to show it.

Dietrich never felt safe around the man. He was well aware of Goebbels' agenda, trying to further the interests of the Reich while also indulging his own desires. Sometimes he wished he had never accepted the minister's offer. Life had been easy back when he had simply taught at the university in Berlin, doing what he loved and spending time with his lovely wife, who he cherished above all. However, his own desire to complete his research and the guns pointed at him – but more importantly his wife – had made him comply. The thought of losing Anna scared him more than anything else in the world.

Oh, how he despised Goebbels and everything the man stood for. Dietrich was no fan of the government, having heard the rumors of what they had done. Germany was once more united and there was order. He had to admit that that was something he could not deny, but at what cost? How many lives had been taken to secure the stability that they had now? For Dietrich, it was too much. He wished he could run away and prevent Goebbels from getting a hold of his research, but the threat of Anna being murdered paralyzed him with fear.

Anna watched as Goebbels closed in on her husband, helpless to help him. For her, Dietrich was her entire world. She hated the fact that he was doing all of this just to keep her safe. What she hated even more was her own inability to help, forced to stand at the sidelines as he worked day after day in this depressing laboratory. She unconsciously clenched her hands into fists, frustration welling up inside of her. This facility was like a prison to them. All because Goebbels was getting impatient for results.

The silence that stretched on was becoming suffocating for her. Anna knew that Dietrich wasn't exactly the most confident person, which meant that he had to be sweating bullets. The two of them had been childhood friends ever since they'd been eight years old. There was nothing that she didn't know about him. Dietrich hated being put in a spot like that. While he was completely open with her, it was much more difficult to be that sociable with others, and having the full glare of Goebbels aimed at him had to be stressing him out.

She wished she could somehow protect him, but she couldn't. That didn't stop her from silently moving to his side though.

The married couple tried to find comfort in each other as the minister remained silent. Behind them, the young aide employed by Goebbels did his best to blend in with the background. As someone who worked with the man on a daily basis, he knew the signs of an angry propaganda specialist. Captain Stanger was impassive as always.

Goebbels finally spoke with a tone as cold as the snow outside, "And what do you mean with that, dear doctor?"

"Thanks to my research, I have managed to come up with a serum that when combined with certain amounts of radiation, will create meta-humans." Dietrich stated.

Goebbels and his company blinked in surprise, though the minister quickly smiled widely. The happiness was visible on his narrow face, which caused Dietrich to feel even more uncomfortable. He wasn't done explaining yet.

"That is amazing!" Goebbels said, waving his hands jubilantly. "This news will most certainly please the Fuhrer! When can you begin?"

Dietrich gulped, "Sir, there is still a minor problem. Well, a few to be honest."

That caused Goebbels to snap out of his minor celebration. His glare quickly returned; its ferocity intimidating the skinny doctor. Anna reached out and squeezed Dietrich's shoulder in an attempt to support him. She could feel how tense his shoulders were, as well as how heavy his breathing was. However, there was little else she could do for him at the moment.

"Explain yourself." Goebbels ordered, his voice clipped and firm.

"While the tests on the mice presented results, it has become clear that my serum has flaws. The first issue lies in how hard it is to produce enough serum. I had to invest a lot of funding in the materials, then it took weeks before the first batch was ready and even then it required even more modification. At the moment I have only enough for one person. Making more of the serum would take more than a week." Dietrich explained with his eyes occasionally glancing at the ground or his wife.

Goebbels rubbed his chin in contemplation, "I suppose that can be rectified. If the serum is everything that you promised it to be, then the Fuhrer will be more than happy to invest more resources in the project. What was your other concern?"   

"Compatibility, minister." Dietrich blurted out nervously. "The serum seems to be incompatible with the male mice, while the females benefited greatly from the procedure. In other words, the serum is ineffective when applied to men. But if it were to be used on women, then they would reach the meta-human stage without any problems."

Upon falling silent once more, Dietrich and Anna tried to gauge the reactions of the German official. He blinked a few times in disbelief before scowling at Dietrich. This caused Anna's heart to skip a beat, knowing full well that Goebbels was not to be trifled with.

"You mean that only women will benefit from it?! I need soldiers, doctor! You have been unable to show any worth so far, and now you tell me that you can't even use it on our men? I see that it is time to end the project; permanently." Goebbels spat harshly, features creased in anger.

Dietrich tried to reason with him, "But minister-"

"No!" Goebbels interrupted him. "Enough is enough. I cannot believe I came all this way, hoping I would leave with a supersoldier capable of crushing the Allies' troops, but instead have to hear that it was for nothing! Unless you can give me what I want, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to silence you."

The enraged minister gave a nod to captain Stanger, who understood the silent command as he pulled out his handgun. Dietrich recoiled in shock and terror. Never had he thought this would happen, yet here they were. He turned to look at Anna, eyes conveying the regret of putting her in such a dangerous position as well. Their gazes met and managed to convey their unspoken words to each other. The captain slowly approached them and moved to raise his weapon as he-

"Wait!"

Goebbels raised an eyebrow, turning to look at Anna who looked at him with a steady gaze, "I'll do it. I'll use the serum, and I will come with you to fight on the frontlines, as long as you spare my husband."

"Anna..." Dietrich whispered quietly, surprised at her sudden outburst.

"Is that so?" Goebbels hummed, hand rubbing his chin once again in thought. The propaganda-maker nodded in approval. "Very well, it cannot hurt to try. Besides, if the serum fails then it'll spare me the bullets. Now hurry up and show me."

"Yes, of course." Dietrich nodded submissively.

The couple quickly got to work. Anna helped Dietrich wherever she could, preparing the radiation chamber for use. She was scared for multiple reasons. The first one was the fact that no human had undergone the treatment before, which meant that they didn't know what could happen. It was quite possible that she would die during the procedure. However, what scared her even more was what could happen to Dietrich if this failed. Her husband was in equal danger.

But even with that information stored in her mind, Anna steeled her resolve and went through with it. She hurried off to a small private area in the lab to put on the special suit that was required for the experiment. It was a black bodysuit that hugged her curves, leaving almost nothing the imagination, while feeling soft and rubbery at the same time. She let out a sigh as she stood in front of the chamber. Everything was ready. The machine was powered up, the serum injectors would administer the formula upon activation of the chamber, and she had made up her mind.

"Are you sure about this, Anna?" Dietrich asked her out of concern, placing a his hand on her back. "I know we have no other choice, but if this fails then..."

She gave him a sad smile, "Don't worry, Dietrich. This is the only way. Just know that I love you, alright?"

"I love you too." He replied, leaning in so he could give her a quick kiss.

It didn't last long; courtesy of an impatient Goebbels, so they separated shortly after. Anna sighed as she stepped inside the chamber. Her husband tightened the straps on her wrists and ankles, preventing her from moving. He looked uncertain about leaving her in there, but eventually stepped back and closed the chamber. Anna shifted uncomfortably inside the claustrophobic space.

Outside of the radiation chamber, Dietrich manned the controls while the others stood behind him.

"Beginning the transformation." He spoke up, flipping a couple of switches before slowly twisting a knob.

The machine hummed loudly as it was finally activated, lights flickering on and off. Everyone watched as the lights became even brighter. They had no idea of what was happening inside of the chamber, leaving them to speculate. A soft blue glow seeped through the cracks as the humming intensified. The lights dimmed and the generators roared, transferring more electricity into the machine. Dietrich gulped loudly. Knowing that his wife was inside the machine, sacrificing herself so that they would both live, was stressing him out. Sweat poured down his neck while his throat was as dry as a desert.

"Will the machine really work?" He heard Goebbels' aide speak up.

"It better work, or else." Stanger grunted gruffly.

Dietrich gulped, fearful for both wife's life and his own. He looked at the machine to see that everything was still functioning properly. The radiation levels were spiking, though the serum should turn the harmful radiation into the catalyst for her ascendance to meta-human. It was a strange thought. Dietrich had never foreseen that it would be Anna that would undergo the transformation. Of course, Goebbels left them no choice.

Inside the transformation chamber, Anna could feel the effects of the serum combined with the radiation, changing her whole body on a molecular level. It didn't surprise her that the process was so intense. The young woman groaned as the sensations coursed through her body, spreading from her head to her dainty toes. Her heartbeat sounded like thunder in her eardrums. Anna let out a muffled scream as a mixture of pain and ecstasy struck her, overwhelming all of her senses. She could feel her muscles contract, the tendons with strengthening, while also expanding. Her very skin seemed to stretch out as her bones got longer. Anna didn't know how long this was going to last, but she did know that the feeling of power flooding her was intoxicating.   

After a minute, which felt like an hour to Dietrich, the machine powered down and the radiation levels went back to zero. Dietrich rushed towards the chamber and began unlocking it. His nerves were almost shot as he worried for Anna's life. He used all of the strength he had in his thin arms, pulling the levers to open up the radiation unit. The scientist felt his heart thunder in his chest as the hatch was finally released. Dietrich waved away the fog that came out of the chamber, trying to see past it. However, he quickly staggered back as he looked inside.

"Mein Gott..." He could hear Goebbels mutter, but Dietrich hardly cared for the man.

All he could focus on was Anna, or at least the woman she had turned into.

He could hardly believe his eyes, thinking that they were conjuring the illusion of the mountain of muscle in front of him. Anna's neck was a wall of thick muscle; dense fibers running all the way to her humongous deltoids. They were far bigger than humanly possible, and were big enough to be considered boulders. Not only that, but there were multiple lines that dotted her incredible deltoids, displaying an intense ratio of striations. Her wide shoulders made her chest bigger, but that was also the work of her slabs of pectoral muscle. Each pec was wider and thicker than most of the books he had read back at the academy. Anna's suit, which was luckily very stretchy due to his innovative textile, barely managed to cover the armored sheets that were her pectorals. Especially with the luscious, huge pair of breasts that sat atop those meaty slabs of muscle. Dietrich was quite sure that they were as big as his head; possibly bigger. Just below her round deltoids were ripped obliques, sculpted to the brink of perfection. The blonde's core was littered with brick-like abs that were as defined as cobblestones. They were iron plates of protection, covering her almost absurdly thin waist. Dietrich wasn't really certain if he was looking at fists stuffed beneath skin or actual abs. He had heard of a six-pack before, being around soldiers most of the time, but he counted not six but ten individual abdominals. 

Anna's arms were powerful hammers of destruction. The woman's triceps were thick cables that could be seen through the tight suit, swollen to amazing heights. The biceps that had grown during the radiation exposure had the shape of large rocks. Each one was huge in size, had multiple striations running across them and even when unflexed they had to be around 80 solid centimeters. Somehow they managed to look even bigger than they already were. Dietrich wondered how big they were when flexed, which had to be bigger than melons, causing a cold chill to travel down his spine. The forearms connected to such cannonball-sized biceps were thick with more muscle fibers. Sinewy muscle chords tensed within her meaty forearms; the large veins ending in them visible through the black material that covered them. Her delicate hand looked so out of place next to her python-like arms.

Below her thin waist were tree trunks of raw power in the form of immensely muscled legs. Anna's heavenly thighs were now slightly larger than her husband's entire waist; wide and made out of pure muscle. Three swollen vastus muscles bulged outwards as if someone had inflated them with air. Yet Dietrich knew better, not believing for a moment that those quadriceps weren't powerful enough to crush anything that got between them. Their size made it impossible for them not to touch each other. Even her hamstrings were now bigger than those of even the most muscular men on the planet. Those powerful muscle chords had developed beyond expectation, becoming interwoven cables of flexible steel. The blonde titan's calves were bloated masses of powerful muscle. Their defined shape could shame any sculptor, making their faces go green with jealousy, knowing that they could never sculpt such muscular legs to that level of definition. Anna's round rump had inflated to the point that her pelvis was thrusted into the air, as more space was conquered by her huge buttocks. Each glute was so incredibly muscular, yet possessed womanly curves that would make any female self-conscious.

Dietrich gulped as he stared at her metahuman musculature. His wife was no longer an average human, but a literal superhuman who possessed muscles bigger than Olympian athletes. Her sinewy arms dwarfed his by a factor larger than five. The swollen muscle mass that made up most of her weight had to be around 200 kilograms. He knew this for a fact, since the machine could only support such a max weight, and it was groaning as it barely carried her body. It was a miracle that the black bodysuit that she wore could even contain all of that hard muscle. Her calves alone were almost as big as his head, large enough so they jutted out from her shins. The round deltoids next to her bull-like neck were wide enough to place a single trashcan – similar to the ones they had outside to keep the fires going for the soldiers – on each shoulder. Anna's breasts had to weigh a lot as well, considering how large they were. Luckily for her, her back muscles were a tapestry of interwoven muscle fibers, rivaling the density and hardness of steel. However, the thick nipples of her boobs managed to make their presence known, as they poked against the suit's fabric. Dear Gott, did she have bullets stuffed beneath that outfit?

But the transformation hadn't stopped there. Somehow – for reasons Dietrich couldn't explain – her face had become even more beautiful. Her pale skin was radiating with a softness unknow to man with not a single blemish present, while her facial features had been thoroughly enhanced. Even her hips were incredibly wide; only further improving her hourglass shape. Combining her almost goddess-like beauty with her amazon-like musculature resulted in the creation of a woman that could swoon the hearts of all men and crush stones into dust. Hell, she was even taller than before, almost to the point that the huge chamber was too small for her. The machine had lengthened her bones and keeping the measurements of the chamber in his mind, Dietrich figured she had to be just below three meters tall. It was surreal to see a woman with hundreds of kilos of muscle mass packed onto her almost three meters tall frame, with curves that were out of this world.

"Wünderbar..." Goebbels spoke up, smiling like a madman. "It worked! It actually worked, haha!"

While happy that his research wasn't for naught, Dietrich opted to check up on his wife first. He ran past the still celebrating Goebbels and quickly arrived at Anna's side. So far she hadn't made any signs of being alive, which was scaring him.

"Anna! Can you hear me? Are you alright?"

The blonde's eyes suddenly opened, startling her husband and the others. Her blue eyes were glowing softly, with the irises being an even more pale blue, as she blinked a few times. A soft groan escaped her full lips as she cracked her neck. The thick tendons between her head and chest tensed like copper cables with even the slightest motion that she made.

"I... I feel alright... In fact, I feel better than ever." She said coarsely yet energetically, her throat feeling like sandpaper.

"This is impossible." Captain Stanger mumbled, his stoic visage replaced by that of a shocked man. "She's huge!"

Goebbels smirked as he clasped his hands together behind his back, "Yes, she most certainly is, captain."

"Can you move?" Dietrich asked his wife; his concern palpable.

"I think so. Just give me a moment." Anna nodded slowly.

The blonde amazon let out a small grunt as she placed both of her hands on the edges of the chamber, feeling her body ache from the transformation. Luckily it wasn't too intense. Her limbs simply felt sore, as if she had done a full workout. The pain would fade away as she got better acquainted to her new body. Anna hoisted herself up and climbed out of the radiation chamber; the muscles in her arms bulging and tensing like a well-oiled machine.

She allowed herself to accommodate to the new perspective that was supplied by her increased height. It felt weird to look down on her husband and their guests, as well as her whole surroundings, considering it had been quite different just a few minutes ago. Anna noticed – with no small amount of embarrassment – that she could only see half of her husband. Her sizeable bust and dense pectorals made it somewhat difficult to look down in front of her.

Anna began moving her limbs, flailing them around and shaking her legs, as she slowly got accustomed to the big changes. She was pleasantly surprised that she didn't fall flat on her ass, but instead managed to move quite well. The main differences were her abnormal height and increased bulk. Anna hummed in satisfaction as she bent her limbs, discovering that she was still as flexible as she had been before the transformation; maybe even more. She had assumed she would lose all of her flexibility due to the sheer muscle mass packed onto her body. However, that seemed to be a false assumption.

The metahuman tentatively clenched her hands, watching in fascination as her thick python-like forearms swelled with more mass. The muscles beneath her skin rippled as she commanded them to tense. Anna tried flexing her biceps and was surprised by the sensation of power that rushed through her body. The noticeable veins that dotted the landscape of her bicep pulsated, spreading out to properly feed her hungry muscles. She didn't know why, but flexing her muscles caused a rush of power to flood her. Not that she minded. In fact, it felt quite pleasurable!

Anna reached down to her tummy, feeling the dense abdominals that were positioned beneath her perky breasts. She rubbed each swollen brick of hard muscle in fascination. Never before had she felt such strong muscles, yet here she was; caressing the most developed muscles on the planet. For a moment she thought she was touching steel. Her hands travelled down to her incredibly thick thighs, awed by how large her quadriceps and hamstrings had become. Anna got the impression she could jump the length of a tank with these. Her palms pressed into the sheer muscle mass of her legs, looking quite small compared to her thighs. Anna had to subdue a moan as she rubbed one of the large vastus muscles in her left leg. Together with its two companions it created deep ridges in her legs, which she happily explored, running her fingers through the pronounced striations.

"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong." She spoke up after a while, returning her attention to her husband who was staring at her with wide eyes. "From what I can feel, my body appears to be in perfect condition. In fact, I'd say more than perfect."

Dietrich cleared his throat, "Um, yes. Looks like the serum and the machine worked. I'd need a blood sample to see what else has changed – aside from the obvious physical traits – but I'd say we have achieved the metahuman stage like we planned."

He continuously glanced at Anne as he talked, unable to divert his eyes from her incredible musculature. Not even the Greek and Roman statues of old had such defined musculature. Anna's body was truly a work of art. His admiration was soon interrupted by minister Goebbels, who clapped enthusiastically.

"Indeed! Doctor, you have outdone yourself. This is exactly what the Fuhrer and I envisioned! By using your serum and invention, we will be able to create an army of übersoldiers for our Wehrmacht and secure our hold over all of Europe. Of course, a demonstration is in order, no? We cannot call this a complete success without testing fräulein Von Weiner's newfound abilities after all." Goebbels said, smirking slightly.

Dietrich frowned in concern, "Minister, with all due respect-"

"Are you defying your superior, doctor?" Captain Stanger interrupted.

The bulky man took a threatening step forward, scowling heavily at the much shorter scientist. However, his sight was suddenly blocked by a mountain of heavy muscle mass as Anna stood protectively in front of her husband. Her piercing glare was aimed at the officer, who only came up to her abdomen and packed a lot less body weight. Her pillar-sized thighs alone were bigger than his entire waist. Stanger wisely backed off.

"Don't you dare insult my husband." She growled to him, the rumble of her broad chest audible for the three men. But she knew there was no other choice than to comply with the minister's request. "We'll test my new strength. Lead the way, minister."

Goebbels smiled in victory and motioned for them to follow him. The captain shot her a glare, but scurried along like a well-trained dog. As the small group left the laboratory, Anna remained close to her husband. She didn't want to risk getting him hurt. While she most certainly felt like she could do anything with her newfound power, Dietrich was still in danger of being attacked by Goebbels just because she didn't listen to his commands. No, she couldn't afford to disobey them. Following their instructions was what had kept Dietrich alive so far, meaning she had to remain the obedient follower.

"Are you certain that you're okay?" She heard her now much smaller soulmate ask.

A smile formed on her face regardless of their current situation. She was touched that he was still concerned about her safety, even though he was the one who was more vulnerable. Anna reached out and pulled him closer. His cheeks took on a rosy color due to the close proximity, which only increased her adoration for him.

"Don't worry, dear. I'll be fine." Anna reassured him. "We both know your serum worked better than expected, so you shouldn't fear what's about to happen."

Dietrich sighed dejectedly, "It wasn't supposed to be like this."

"No, but we'll have to make the best of it. And who knows? Maybe you'll come to like my new look in the future." She winked teasingly at him, slowly flexing an arm for him.

Her husband gulped loudly as her bicep popped up. The mountain of muscle continued to rise, increasing the amount of striations on her arm. Dietrich was in awe of her humungous bicep, so round and so ripped, with a peak that made his knees feel like jelly. He could see the thick veins of her arm pulsating as they struggled to feed her greedy muscles. It was surreal to see Anna's amazon body, especially with how average she had been before the transformation. She turned her forearm a few times, and Dietrich could see the powerful tendons within tense at every moment, rippling beneath her soft skin.

"Well, you do look as beautiful as always." He said, looking her in her beautiful blue eyes.

Anna's cheeks took on a rosy color. She was flattered that Dietrich still liked her, despite of her new body. The tall woman smiled and leaned down to kiss him. It was just a peck, of course, but she wanted to show him how much that meant to her. As they walked, Anna also noticed that he regularly glanced at her.

Her huge thighs, to be specific. Every step she took caused them to swell larger before deflating, her calves going through a similar process. He looked so tiny compared to them. To be honest, Anna actually liked her new legs. They were long and felt so strong. She just loved how they bulged nicely, as well as how they managed to gain Dietrich's attention by doing a simple action such as walking. The thick veins that ran across her quadriceps had a certain allure to them too.

The pair continued walking and followed Goebbels into the garage of the complex. The room was very spacious, capable of fitting numerous vehicles and supplies, which it was indeed stocked with. Dozens of supply crates were placed against the concrete walls of the building. Some of the containers were oil vats, which were mostly used to refuel the vehicles, but were sometimes used for other purposes. The light shined down upon the multiple cars, trucks and even panzers inside the garage. It was late in the evening, and this meant that there were few people inside the complex. Most soldiers and employees were inside their barracks or enjoying a warm meal in the mess hall. Only a few engineers and guards were at work.

Anna could feel their intense stares on her body, analyzing her new hulking physique and improved looks with obvious interest. She even saw one of the engineers drop his wrench as he looked at her. She had to suppress a small giggle upon noticing his wide eyes and slack jaw. It was strange; a part of her actually liked the attention, finding some enjoyment in how they either admired or feared her huge muscles, as well as her height. No one in the garage managed to reach up to her chest. Anna truly was a giant among her fellow countrymen.

Goebbels stopped as soon as they reached a good position. He didn't even spare the engineers and guards a glance, being too focused on testing his newest soldier. The minister took another good look at her and rubbed his chin contemplatively.

"Well, let's get on with it." He said with an air of authority. "Try to impress us, fräulein Von Weiner."

Anna was momentarily lost. She knew they had to test her new changes, but now that everyone was looking at her, she was somewhat intimidated and uncertain. The buff woman glanced at her husband, looking for support. Dietrich gave her a reassuring nod and subtly gestured towards a nearby ammo crate. The smile on his face filled Anna with confidence. She was not going to let him down.

The blonde giantess approached the ammo crate and took a good look at it. Obviously it was used to store away ammunition – namely for the large MG-42 machine guns – and it was big enough that two men were required to carry it around. Last time they had received supplies, Anna had seen some of the guards struggle to get all of it inside. The old her would have never been able to lift it. However, the serum's effect should allow her to do it now.

She took a deep breath and placed her hands on both sides; slim fingers wrapping around the handles. The moment of truth. Anna raised her arms and was more than surprised as she did so with ease. In fact, the heavy crate weighed almost nothing to her! The blonde amazon blinked as she held the ammo container in front of her, comparing its weight to that of a simple pen. Anna was shocked. Here she was, holding up a crate that only the strongest men could lift. Her muscles barely even tensed.

The people around her gave her impressed looks, except for Stanger and Goebbels. The captain didn't think it was that much of a deal, while Goebbels had yet to see any feats worthy of a supersoldier. He frowned in obvious displeasure.

"Not bad, not bad at all..." He said slowly. "But hardly that amazing, isn't it?"

Stanger crossed his arms, "Certainly not enough to save anyone's skin."

That earned him a hateful glare from the musclebound woman. She had always hated it when someone insulted her husband, which was mostly because of his skinny appearance, but to hear him being threatened filled her with rage. Anna could feel her muscles pump in response to the adrenaline that was released into her system.

"How about this then?" She growled, reaching for the other crates.

Anna stacked multiple ammo crates on each other, making sure that it would blow away their minds. She could hear the soldiers mutter amongst themselves behind her wide back, clearly disbelieving that she would be able to carry such a weight. However, Anna didn't give a damn about their thoughts. All that mattered was proving her strength. By the time she was done, Anna had made a small tower of eight ammo crates. The murmurs increased in volume as she placed her hands on the bottom of the stack.

Anna's huge legs swelled as she squatted; her huge buttocks inflating and causing the suit's leggings to stretch out in order to accommodate to their increased size. This time, her muscles slightly increased in definition as she used more of her strength. The powerful tendons in her arms still barely strained though, as they were capable of much more than lifting a few crates. Anna knew that the very moment she began lifting them. A small smirk adorned her face as she did a few reps with the bullet containers, her biceps flexing each time she completed a single repetition. The veins on her arm inflated and deflated as well during her small exercise.

The men around her gawked at her, not believing their eyes. Dietrich was once again amazed by his wife's new physique. Here she was, lifting several crates with such ease while it took two soldiers to lift even one of them. He could see that Goebbels was also impressed. It was about time. The somewhat pale minister was solely focused on Anna, attentively watching her tremendous power.

"Well done!" The man applauded her as soon as she placed the crates down. "Certainly a much more impressive feat of strength. However, I do think we should try a bit more than just lifting a few ammo crates. Perhaps a tougher challenge is in order?"

"I was thinking the exact same thing." Anna spoke in her lovely accented voice, staring at a nearby oil vat.

The barrel was made out of iron and came up to an average man's belly. All in all, it would be a decent weight for her. However, Anna was planning on something different than merely picking it up. The tall, muscular bombshell walked over to the barrel, her wide hips swaying slightly and her muscles dancing under her creamy pale skin. The men traced her every footstep. A moment ago she had found the attention to be uncomfortable, but Anna felt more confident than ever thanks to her new power.

The metahuman grabbed the oil barrel and discovered that it was empty. A good thing, considering what she was about to do. A look of concentration settled on her gorgeous features as she began applying pressure to either side of the barrel. Immediately her soft hands caused the iron of the container to bend inwards, unable to resist her titan-like strength. The metal kept on being pushed back as Anna kept up the pressure. She looked at the object in fascination, her arms maintaining the same amount of force she had begun with, which wasn't that much to be honest. If anything, she was only using a fraction of her total strength to bend the oil barrel.

Eventually she decided that enough was enough. Anna hummed lowly as she increased the pressure, the metal giving away almost immediately, and crushed the barrel in her hands. What had once been a decent container for fuel was now a misshapen heap of metal. Anna smirked as she began molding the fabric into a small ball. Her fingers kneaded the metal, pushing it aside as if she was playing with clay. The triceps and biceps in her arms danced in tandem with the movements of her hands, muscles flexing in an almost hypnotizing manner. The tall blonde smiled upon completing her little art project as she made the finishing touch to it. Thanks to her incredible strength she had made a perfect round ball, the iron now smooth and compacted into an orb.

Anna turned to her audience, who were all in shock of the feat of strength she had shown to them, and carried the orb in one hand while she placed the other on her hip. She basically glowed with confidence and power.

"Well, minister? Have I reached your expectations yet?" She asked, a mocking undertone to her question.

Goebbels didn't seem to pick up on it, being too focused on the ball of bended metal. Anna looked over to her husband and winked at him. The pride in his eyes gave her even more confidence, which prompted her to flex her arm a bit more. The peak rose upwards and her noticeable veins spread out over her soft skin like a river. Her mountain of a bicep seemed to impress him, but caused a mix of that and fear among the gathered troops, which she found quite intriguing. Their looks of awe sparked a fire within her. Anna knew she was already falling in love with her new body; this feeling of pure power – and dare she say it, dominance – was exhilarating.

"Excellent! Simply marvelous!" Goebbels suddenly cheered, clapping his hands as if celebrating a jubilant occasion. "Doctor Von Weiner, an apology is in order. I admit I doubted you, but the results are more than I could have hoped for. This is exactly what we were looking for! If this is the extent of what she can do, then we have gained a formidable asset."

"Actually," Anna spoke up, glancing at her pumped up arms, the thick veins standing out on her bulging muscles, "I think I can do more."

The men gave her confused looks, mixed with anticipation and curiosity, as she suddenly began walking over to a nearby car. Anna observed the small vehicle. It was a Kübelwagen; a jeep that was quite popular in the Wehrmacht. She had driven one of these before and liked the design. Often she had daydreamed about Dietrich and her jump in one of these cars, and then drive away from this barren mountaintop. But this time, Anna had other plans for the fast jeep.

"Miss Von Weiner, what are you doing?" Stanger asked, defensive about a civilian standing so close to military property.

A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth, "Just performing another test, Herr captain."

Anna leaned over and grabbed the car by its sides, making sure to have a firm grip on the mode of transportation. This time, she was going to lift with her legs as well, which strangely enough excited the blonde amazon. So far they had gotten little attention. She had used her arms for the most during her little sessions with the ammunition crates and oil barrel. Legs the size of tree trunks flared up as soon as she prepared herself.

Dietrich watched as his wife's legs exploded in size, the immense quadriceps and hamstrings taking up even more space, while her round butt flexed in an almost hypnotizing manner. It was then that he realized he wouldn't even be able to wrap his arms around one whole leg. The dense muscle mass within had to weigh a lot, possibly even more than he had in mind. Anna let out an audible grunt as she shifted her stance to get a better footing. The striations of her calves and thighs increased in numbers, the muscles flexing harder than before as she finally began lifting the Kübelwagen. Some of the guards almost fainted upon seeing the female titan pick up the hundreds of kilos of machinery.

As for Anna, the sudden flood of power that washed over her was more intense than anything else she had experienced in her life. She could feel her muscles pumping even bigger than before. Her biceps swelled larger and larger, her forearms keeping up with the trend, as the tendons within tensed. The jeep rose into the air, wheels no longer touching the ground. Its whole weight suddenly came down on the bulky woman under it. However, Anna barely felt it. While the weight was considerably more than what she had lifted previously, it still didn't challenge her full power. It was surreal even to her.

"Mein Gott, is she even human?" One of the guards asked his companion.

The shorter soldier shook his head, "I've never seen someone do such a thing. Whatever kind of drug they pumped into her, it certainly turned her into a titan."

Anna relished the pleasant thrill of using her strength. She was starting to become addicted to it, craving for more of the sensation. Her fingers were actually starting to dig into the hull of the military grade jeep, the digits bending the metal by a few centimeters. Anna wasn't even working up a sweat yet. As soon as she raised the car above her, its bumper hovering over her head, a wide smile blossomed on her elegant features. There was something about showing off her strength to the others that filled her with a sense of victory, though the feeling that she had when showing off to her husband was more akin to desire. A warmth spread throughout her body as she felt his eyes scan every single part of her musclebound body.

She lowered the Kübelwagen with great care. Anna didn't want to damage it and saddle one of the engineer up with fixing it. The car landed with an audible thud, shaking slightly as the amazon dropped it. Anna would be lying if she said she didn't feel powerful, because she most certainly did and wanted more. However, it seemed that Goebbels had something to say about that.

"Excellent, miss Von Weinrich." The slimy man grinned. "I have no delusions that you won't be able to fend for yourself on the battlefield."

Stanger frowned, "Minister, with all due respect, but it isn't as if she's invincible. The ability to make sculptures out of metal won't save her from a bullet."   

It was abundantly clear that the captain was still not sold on the idea of Anna having become a supersoldier. Anna figured it was partially his belief that she wasn't trained to be a soldier, but also because he found the idea of a woman being stronger than him to be ridiculous. She placed her hands on her wide hips and scowled at the much smaller man.

"How about you say that to my face, Stanger." She sneered.

"Don't push me, woman." Stanger shot back. "You will address me with the respect that I deserve, lest you want to face the consequences."

"And what are you going to do? Teach me a lesson?" Anna growled, angered by his demeaning response.

Maybe it was her newfound strength, or maybe because she was tired of his bullshit, but Anna wasn't going to sit back anymore. The captain was getting on her nerves. More murmurs could be heard throughout the garage as the soldiers began staring at the two of them, taken aback by the fact that someone had dared to talk back to the cold officer. Stanger heard all of it and grew furious. He gritted his teeth in anger, face taking on a red shade as he glowered at the amazon in front of him.

"That's it!" He snapped, menacingly stepping forward.

Stanger reared back his fist and slammed it into Anna, hitting her stomach since that was the only area he could reach. However, only a second later he pulled back and let out a loud hiss of pain. The captain cradled his hand as an intense pain flared up. He didn't understand. Her abdominals felt like steel plating, much harder than he had anticipated. In fact, Anna hadn't even staggered back, still standing tall and proud as she looked down on him.

"Wow, that was it?" The blonde giantess chuckled, watching him from above her sizeable bust and dense pectorals. "Honestly, I didn't feel that punch, and I wasn't even bracing myself!"

If looks could kill, then Anna would have died a hundred times. The glare that Stanger threw her way was that intense. It was bad to know that he wasn't strong enough to even get her to wince, but her carefree comment only added injury to insult. He glanced at the crowd, seeing his soldiers regard him as if he was some sort of rookie. Knowing that his command was being undermined caused a floodgate of anger to open within him.

"Then let's see if you can feel this!" Stanger shouted, pulling out his trusty Luger pistol.

Anna's eyes widened, fearing she had pushed the already furious officer too far, and froze as the handgun was aimed at her. Time seemed to slow down as he pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang, announcing the shot that had been fired by Stanger, and the smell of gunpowder hung in the air. Anna saw her life flashing before as she waited for the bullet.

But to everyone's surprise, the metal projectile didn't penetrate her. No, instead it actually deflected off her chest and fell to the ground. Its front was completely dented. Everyone watched in disbelief at the bullet, realizing that Anna's skin was somehow impervious to gunfire. Even Anna herself was shocked. She looked down to where the bullet had hit her, finding no trace of a hole in her body; contrary to the bleeding wound she had expected.

"I-i-impossible..." Stanger stuttered, eyes wide open in fear and disbelief.

"You... you shot me?!" Anna scowled.

A sudden rage took over her, making her forget for a moment that she had somehow survived a gun being fired at her from pointblank range, with her walking away unscathed. Furiously she stepped closer to the captain, who couldn't do anything but watch as the much taller woman blocked his view with her immense bulk. Anna reached out and grabbed the gun away from him. Then to everyone's surprise, she clenched hard and instantly crushed the handgun in a single hand. The weapon was now nothing more than a pile of scrap.

Stanger wanted to back off, but was suddenly picked up as Anna grabbed him by the neck. He immediately began gasping for air as she effortlessly hauled him up in the air. The captain struggled in her iron grip, fingers grasping her meaty forearm. Everyone was helpless to watch as the feared officer was held up by only a single arm. Though in his defense, that arm had more muscle in it than any of the soldiers had in their entire bodies, not to mention that it was capable of bending steel.

Anna scowled as she disdainfully watched the man dangle in the air. A small bit of satisfaction welled up inside of her as she saw his feet kick the air beneath him, unable to escape her powerful grip, proving that his might was inferior to hers. It was the desperate tugging of her arm that brought her out of her angered state. Anna looked down and saw Dietrich trying to calm her down.

The metahuman promptly dropped the captain on the ground, finding some enjoyment in how he fell on his ass, before taking deep breaths. She didn't want to scare her husband. If anything, it scared her that she had felt such a rush as she had overpowered Stanger with such ease.

"Captain Stanger!" Goebbels shouted, glaring a hole in the captain's head. "Control yourself! You could have costed us our entire project!"

The man stuttered his reply in a hoarse voice, "Apologies, minister. I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again, sir."

"Good, see that it won't." The propaganda specialist nodded.

But Anna wasn't done just yet. She refused to move away, opting to keep intimidating the captain instead. Her anger refused to dissipate, and she wanted nothing more than to throw the retched man off the mountain.

"That's it? No punishment?!" Anna growled, her outrage causing the nearby guards to keep their weapons close.

Dietrich noticed the tension and tried to calm her down, "Honey, please. Don't lose control."

His words managed to get through to her, but Anna was still furious. Her bull-like neck flared up with each deep breath she took; her massive chest widened as the air filled her iron lungs. The veins that were spread all over her body were still pumping adrenaline throughout her bulk. Anna's biceps kept popping up, being unconsciously flexed by the tall amazon, causing the striations in her arms to be displayed to the numerous watchers that had gathered. They stared in awe, fear, admiration and shock at her bulging muscles of steel.

Goebbels raised his chin haughtily, "While the captain's actions were... uncalled for, he is too valuable for me to demote. Officers like him are rare nowadays with the Allies tearing through our territory, and the Russian front. Rest assured, I will make sure that Herr Stanger understands the severity of his actions. However, on the bright side, we now know that the serum has made you invulnerable to arms fire. This is even better than I had dreamed of!"

The minister's ramblings were starting to get on Anna's nerves, but she didn't dare stand up against him like she had done with Stanger. She subtly looked over to Dietrich. Even if she took down the guards, there were still many more; all of them capable of hurting her husband. If she rebelled, he would most likely be killed in the process. That was a risk she couldn't take. Anna clenched her fists out of frustration, and forearms inflated until they were bigger than a man's legs.

"What will happen now, minister?" Dietrich asked hesitantly.

Goebbels smirked, "Now that I have seen what the serum and the user can do, I will make sure that you get enough funding to produce more. Of course, that will take some convincing. The Fuhrer will need proof that his super soldiers can change the tide of the war. A live demonstration is necessary."

"You mean..." Anna trailed off, now uncertain by what she was hearing.

"You will be shipped off to France." The minister nodded. "Once you arrive, you will aid our forces in pushing back the Allied Forces, so we can secure our hold on Europe once more."

"But it's too soon! Besides, Anna isn't a fighter!" Dietrich immediately objected. 

That only inspired more ire in the government official, "Then perhaps I have misjudged the situation. Maybe the project is a failure after all, and the ones responsible have to take the blame!"

"I'll do it."

Dietrich and Anna looked back at Anna, who returned their gazes with her own. There was no fear in her eyes. Anna had known this was a possibility, and now that she had explored her new body, she knew that she could do it. The thought of having to go into a warzone and kill other humans sickened her, but there was no other choice. The blonde amazon took a deep breath and nodded her consent. While she did have her reservations, she was confident in her new abilities. Anna could feel the power coursing through her veins, her muscles filling her with strength that was on a whole new scale, capable of doing feats that were unheard of.

Goebbels chuckled cruelly, "Excellent. From now on, our enemies will fear our might. They will learn to flee in terror upon seeing the super soldier of the Wehrmacht approach. No one will escape the wrath of... the Iron Soldier!"

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[wanat]

Off to a great start! Very realistic depiction of Dr Goebbels, so it seems.

[legfan71]

This is an incredible story.  I love everything about it. The descriptions of her growth, the gradual testing of her new abilities, with each test ramping up the difficulty level, her increasing enjoyment of her new physique and power, and the effect it has on all the men, to the realization that there might not be a limit to her power. It is all just tremendous.

[legfan71]

I also wanted to add that I really enjoyed the time period the story is set in, as there are not a lot of stories with this type of theme set in the far past where empowering women was just not even an afterthought. I love that even after her transformation she stayed loyal and playful towards her husband, and now has the power to defend him no matter what the circumstances. I would love to see a continuation where a second woman, one that might not be as nice as Anna, one that might be more mean-spirited, selfish, and opportunistic, but perhaps hides these flaws until she gets a chance at the meta-human creating apparatus.

[Lupus753]

I would love to see a continuation.

[anon313]

can't wait for more

[Tassdb55436]

i loved the decription of her body, easily the best part

[nickolai]

Yeah great start.  Look forward to the next one.

[Sicod]

Awesome job.

[micror2]

well written

[Online1138]

i loved the decription of her body, easily the best part

Agreed, great job!

[legfan71]

Any thought of continuing this awesome story?

[MaxMuscle]

Excellent start so far! I would love to see this continued!

[fbbsmmh]

Not crazy about the strongest, sexiest,  most muscular most incredible superhuman in existence  being involved with the Nazis, but I am hoping there will be twists on that score. The descriptions of the musculature and strength itself were incredible though.

[taoschild]

history plus muscle = well done/please continue