Columbian Gamma Chronicles: Chapter 1: Dulce's Gambit Part 3 (Finale)

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"So powerful..." Dulce breathed in an awestruck whisper as she lounged next to Abomination by
the pool that evening, her slender fingers roaming the vast surface of his impressive bicep.

The alien-looking creature smiled, flexing his arm to even greater size as Dulce furtively
motioned for the serving girl to bring the supervillain another drink.

"That's the arm I used to knock out the Hulk in our third battle," the man-monster boasted, his
speech slurred.

It had taken a few dozen drinks, but Abomination finally seemed to be feeling the effects of the
alcohol. She had begun to wonder whether it was possible to get him drunk at all!

"Is it true that you fought the American army by yourself?" she asked, keeping him talking as the
serving girl brought another liter-sized container of expensive tequila.

"Of course!" he said, sitting up unsteadily before downing half the fresh glass of liquor. "I
crushed their pathetic tanks. I slapped their rockets from the sky. I laughed as their useless little
missiles bounced off my incredible body."

He leapt to his feet, listing to one side as he flexed, showing off his incredible physique before
staggering to regain his balance. "No one can hurt me! I am invincible!"

His eyes wild with drunken power, he looked down on the sexy, diminutive woman with sudden
hunger. Reaching down, he grabbed her wrist, hauling her up to him. Dulce, alarmed—her feet
dangling well above the ground—struggled, but it was no use. He was so much stronger that
she might as well have been attempting to fight off a concrete building as it collapsed on her.

Abomination kissed her forcefully, then used a clawed hand to tear off her skimpy dress, flinging
it into the pool. His alien eyes gleamed with darkness as they descended her perfect curves.
Santiago had been so right! Why had Dulce agreed to do this for Jefe?! How could she get out
of this?! Abomination was so strong!

He pulled her to him again, slithering a long, forked tongue into her mouth as his sharp fingers
pressed into the smooth flesh of her back. Dulce, panicking, began to wish that she had taken
the DEA agent up on his offer to get her out of this place.

Thankfully, before things progressed much further, Abomination staggered and fell to the
ground, dropping her. She rolled to a stop on the stone patio as the creature collapsed,
unconscious.

Dulce, clad in only her bra and panties, lay trembling beside the creature as his back rose and
fell with every slumbering, raspy breath. She closed her eyes, crossing herself as she breathed
a silent prayer of thanks.

Seconds later, as Dulce rose to her feet, Jefe appeared. He was surrounded by his security
team, something she typically saw only when he was leaving the compound. Was he going
somewhere? Also at his side walked a man in a white lab coat. Was the man some sort of
doctor? Dulce had never seen him before. This had to be related to Jefe's as yet unrevealed
plan.

Jefe stopped beside the unconscious monster, placing his arm around the doctor in a gesture of
solidarity, smiling at Dulce. "Well done, Dulcita. Well done, indeed!"

Then, he turned, shouting toward the compound. "Everyone! Come down to the main plaza. I
have something to show all of you!"

Giving a cursory nod to his security detail, the half dozen men hustled forward to surround
Abomination. They groaned as they lifted the monstrous villain, carrying him behind Jefe and
the doctor as the two men walked casually toward the nearby plaza. Dulce rose to her feet,
eying the torn pile of fabric that used to be her dress at the bottom of the pool. Sighing, she
glanced downward at her mostly bare body. It was less than ideal to be walking around the
compound in her lingerie, but it wasn't as if half the assembled men hadn't seen her in less. She
may still be shaken from the frightening moment with Abomination, but she was hardly going to
let that keep her from the opportunity to satisfy her curiosity about Jefe's secret plan.

Walking down the steps to the plaza, well behind the rest of the group, Dulce's ears perked up
as Jefe began to address the assembled members of the cartel.

"Everyone, the man beside me is Dr. Schlaukopf. He has spent the last twenty years
researching gamma radiation and has developed a revolutionary process to use beams of that
type of radiation to extract superpowers and transfer them to a new host!"

A collective gasp sounded throughout the crowd. Dulce's mind began to whir with the
possibilities, and she quickly pieced together Jefe's plan.

Jefe intended to steal Abomination's powers for himself!

Dulce's thoughtful eyes searched around until they landed on a strange device on a tripod just
behind Dr. Shlaukopf. That had to be it! The device that he was going to use to transfer the
man's powers! Her mind quickly shifting to how she might use that information to her advantage,
she considered the potential ramifications if she were to attempt to use it herself. What if the
transfer caused the recipient to become as monstrous as Abomination? Was she willing to trade
her beauty for that kind of power?

She searched her innermost soul for the answer. Was matchless strength worth the price of
becoming hideous?

It didn't take long for her to find the answer within herself. It was absolutely worth it.
She thought of Jefe and his subtle way of ordering her to do his bidding. With that kind of
strength, no one would be able to tell her what to do. She thought of her fear as Abomination
had torn off her clothes. If she had the creature's power, no man would be able to make her
afraid, to take advantage of her.

Dulce startled as she saw the scientist circle around the device and adjust its twin foci, aiming
one toward Abomination and the other at Jefe.

Before she knew what she was doing, she had broken into a sprint, nearly halfway to the
scientist already! Just as the man activated the device, she plowed into Jefe, knocking him to
the ground and taking his place in the path of the beam.

Suddenly, everything froze.

Jefe remained in place, reaching behind him to cushion his fall. The scientist's expression was
fixed in wide-eyed surprise. The rest of the assembled cartel was frozen as well, their faces
locked into various looks of astonishment and amusement.

After a moment, however, time seemed to resume. Dulce's knees felt strangely weak, and she
crumpled to the ground.

Jefe, rolling over on the ground, yelled at his security team. "Idiots! Get her out of there!"
Then, turning to her, he scolded. "I don't know why you did that, Dulcita, but you are lucky the
scientist hasn't activated the device yet. If he had, I'd be forced to kill you."

The scientist seemed puzzled, his gaze flicking back and forth between Abomination and Dulce
as he scratched his head.

Jefe's security team ran over to Dulce, hauling her to her feet before dragging her away. Jefe
rose and again took his position in line with the device.

Dulce swallowed nervously. This had been a huge mistake! What had she been thinking, acting
so rashly! She had just been so certain, wanting Abomination's delicious strength so much that
she had acted before properly thinking everything through, against her better judgment.

Then, as Jefe turned to the scientist to give him a second order to activate the machine, Dulce
suddenly felt it.

Warmth.

Pleasure.

Power.

Dulce's long lashes fluttered closed, and she breathed out a shuddering sigh. It felt so good.
Unimaginably good.

She continued to feel the men tugging at her arms, but her lurching movement, as they dragged
her, slowed then stopped entirely.

Raising a hand to her upper chest, Dulce could feel her body changing. Her legs were growing
longer, her shoulders broader. Unable to help it, she began to run her fingers downward. They
moved outward, along the upper swell of her breast, but when she knew they should be
descending, they didn't. They continued to push outward.

Her breasts were growing!

As if to emphasize the fact, Dulce felt the clasp of her bra snap along the expanding muscles of
her back, the shoulder straps suddenly loosening. When her fingertips finally touched the cups
of the skimpy lace garment, cresting the peaks of her luscious swells, she realized that her bra
now barely covered their vast expanse.

The pull of the men's hands seemed weak now, insignificant. She straightened, hearing the
scuffle of feet as her countermovement threw the five men surrounding her off balance.
Dulce felt her lips curl into a dazzling smile as her fingers slipped into the rapidly deepening
central groove that ran the length of her stomach. This was new. She had always possessed a
flat, toned tummy, but grooves between her abdominal muscles? Those had never been there
before.

Before she could continue to explore the tightening muscles of her still-tiny waist, she felt two
hands grab her shoulders, shoving her roughly back. Her eyes popped open, the pleasure of
her transformation momentarily forgotten. Quickly focusing on the owner of the hands, she saw
the largest of the security guards before her, leaning hard into his shove as if attempting to
tackle her to the ground.

But he was barely moving her back. Casting a quick glance to each side to see two more men
on each, she realized that it was taking the full, combined efforts of all five large, straining men
to achieve even that small backward movement. Arching a sculpted brow in confusion, she had
the vague sense that something wasn't right...

...then she realized what it was. It was her perspective. She was looking down on the men, not
up!

As they continued to struggle against her growing body, she felt their feeble efforts less and
less. Dulce allowed her gaze to fall downward, to her own rapidly expanding form.

She gasped. Her breasts were huge! And her arms? Enormous!

And a pale shade of green!

Massive muscles were surging upward from under her flawless skin. Bulges and ridges burst
forth from every inch of her increasingly magnificent body. Tensing her arm, it exploded into
incredible definition. Her biceps were the size of basketballs. Her triceps hardened into swells of
impossibly dense sinew rippled as they expanded along the outside of her arm. Her shoulders
were the size of soccer balls, though with deeply ingrained trenches erupting from their smooth
surface with even the slightest movement. And they were still growing. Rapidly!

She turned her gaze to Jefe, who seemed so small, glued in place a few meters away now. His
head had to be nearly a foot below her eye level! And he looked stunned, his mouth twisting
open with growing horror. And the men who surrounded her—their shoving was doing
absolutely nothing to her now. She took a small step forward and watched with delight as all five
were thrown off balance, staggering backward.

Scowling, Jefe cried out to the scientist. "Aim it at her! She has Abomination's powers!"
Dr. Shlaukopf startled, then adjusted the device to align the focus previously aligned with
Abomination's hulking form with Dulce's. Seeing what was about to happen, Dulce raised each
of her arms, pulling the two men on each side of her off the ground, their clutching fingers
gripping the rounded slopes of her massive biceps as their feet rose from the stone patio to
dangle in mid-air.

Dulce thrust her arms forward, flinging the four hanging men toward the scientist with
unexpected force. She watched in wonder as the men tumbled into Dr. Schlaukopf as if ejected
from a moving car, sending the power-transfer device clattering to the ground before the
scientist could use it against her. She then looked down to the one remaining man before her,
still shoving futilely against her ever-more-muscular body. His hands wrapped around her slim,
rock-hard stomach, he looked up to find a devious expression on her breathtaking visage.
Certain she was about to do something unpleasant to him, his eyes began to tremble, filling with
terror. Giving a shrill shriek, he withdrew his hands as if zapped by an electric jolt and ran away
at a full sprint.

Jefe, initially shocked by Dulce's feat of strength, grew enraged at his men's cowardice. He
charged at Dulce like a bull at a red cape. But the man, who had always seemed so formidable
before, looked smaller to Dulce's rising eyes with every passing second. He slammed into her
ridiculously cobbled, pale-green abs, only to bounce off as if he had struck a brick wall.
Reaching down, she snagged his collar on the rebound, hoisting him high with unbelievable
ease. Was she really this strong now? It seemed unreal, but the 90-kilo man felt as weightless
as a helium balloon to her heavily muscled arm.

She gave the writhing man a little flick of her wrist—and he landed in a heap 10 meters away!

Jefe dealt with, for the moment, Dulce returned her attention to the rapturous sensations rolling
through her burgeoning body. She bent over, running her hands over thighs packed with
massive cables of super-strong sinew, hips lined with marble-hard muscle tissue, ultra-dense
obliques that looked as if they belonged on an impenetrable suit of armor, and abs that rippled
into sculpted bricks of impossible power as she clenched down with them. Glancing further
downward, she tensed her calves, watching their rounded swells flare into smooth cannonballs
of inhuman strength.

A thrill fluttered Dulce's heart as her eyes roamed the masterpiece of superhumanity that was
her new body. A second tremor of exhilaration rolled through her as she realized that she hadn't
even had to sacrifice her attractiveness to get it. If anything, her skin, now cast in a light viridian
hue, looked even more perfect than it had before! Her breasts were far larger, and, casting a
quick glance to the front picture window of the compound, her sparkling eyes drank in a
reflection of a face that was even more beautiful than ever before.

Leaning back, she turned her breathtaking visage skyward to bellow a victorious cry into the
warm night.

*SNAP*

As the sharp sound brought her attention back to her immediate surroundings, she felt
something. A light poking sensation in her stomach.

Looking down, she saw that one of the four men she'd tossed into the scientist a moment earlier
had recovered and was holding the handle of a knife in his hand, its broken blade clattering to
the ground.

Had he just tried to stab her? He had! She smiled. Good thing she was impervious to such
things now. Mentally shrugging, she decided that was one way to learn about the extent of her
new powers...

*BLAM* *BLAM* *BLAM* *BLAM

The rapid fire of a machine gun rang out across the plaza, shattering the moment of quiet in the
tropical night. She felt the bullets just as she had the knife. The effect was much the same. They
didn't hurt in the slightest, though she could feel them. It was as if her body wanted to inform her
brain of their contact with her invulnerable body purely for information's sake. Pain was no
longer something that insignificant little leaden projectiles could inflict on her anymore.

More gunfire erupted as the other remaining security guards opened fire. Dulce laughed as the
bullets bounced from her impossibly developed physique, shredding what little remained of her
lingerie into small scraps of fabric that soon fell away to reveal an unfettered view of her body's
magnificence.

*VROOOOOOOOOOOOM*

A jeep bounded from the driveway onto the patio at breakneck speed, one of Jefe's men
apparently having summoned the wits to try something potentially more impactful than
showering her with useless bits of lead.

But, as it turned out, cars were no more effective than guns against her.
The jeep smashed into the dramatic iron swells of her curvaceous ass, crumpling its hood and
whipping the poor man inside against its seatbelt. The broken vehicle had failed to move her so
much as a centimeter.

Dulce giggled in delight, beginning to realize just how absurdly powerful she had become.
She felt more taps of bullets striking her, as more members of the cartel came to their senses,
drawing their weapons and firing. Seriously? Didn't they see how useless it was to attack her
like this?

Twisting her body to reach toward the damaged jeep, she pulled off its windshield with a
protesting shriek of mangled metal to throw it into a group of men like a frisbee. They flew
backward as the glass panel impacted their stomachs, folding them in half and sending them
crashing into the compound's picture window with a loud series of cracks.

Not stopping to admire her handiwork, Dulce pulled out a seat, flinging it into another group of
men to send them tumbling to the ground.

Next, she ran toward the original security detail, sweeping out her hands to send the small men
flying into dark thatches of thick jungle nearby.

She turned to face the man with the broken knife, still frozen in place as he trembled with fear.
Walking casually up to him, she leaned over until her luscious lips were a scant few centimeters
from his quivering eyes and whispered. "Boo!"

His eyes bulged with terror before he fainted, his back hitting the stone patio with a soft
*whoomp*.

"Uggggghhhh," came a groan from off to her right. She turned to see Abomination awakening
from his alcohol-induced stupor. As he shook his head and rose unsteadily to his feet, Dulce's
heart skipped a beat.

He was tiny! At least, he was now. When compared to her. He seemed to have shrunk from the
device's influence, about as much as she'd grown. His appearance was still reptilian, but he was
half the size of the behemoth that had attempted to force himself on her earlier.

Covering the distance between them in two short strides, Dulce laughed as she came to a stop
next to him. She absolutely towered above Abomination now. Placing her thumb and forefinger
under his jaw, she lifted him upward with ease, his clawed feet kicking as his taloned fingers
attempted to pry loose her grip. They couldn't, of course. All of his former strength was now
hers.

Dulce tightened the muscles in her enormous arm, causing it to explode in steely striation
before his terrified gaze.

"Do you really think you can budge this arm? You forget: no one can hurt me! I am invincible!"
Giving the enfeebled monster a crooked grin, she delighted in echoing his previous words back
to him, the tables now completely turned as far as their relative levels of power. The former
supervillain watched her powerful muscles swell as she flexed them, feeling the breathtaking
woman's incredible aura of power raise panic with him.

Still holding the depowered creature off the ground by the throat, Dulce looked around at her
audience, the few members of the cartel that weren't here for security. Her gaze fell on Santiago
as he stared at her in awestruck wonder. She smiled warmly at him. "What do you think, Santi?
Should I destroy the place or just take over this little operation?"

"I... I..." he stammered, clearly not having expected those questions to have come from Dulce's
gorgeous lips. He gathered himself, sucking in a quick breath to calm his rapidly beating heart,
then spoke in a carefully measured tone. "Jefe's army and his supervillain are out of
commission. How will you handle security?"

Dulce's smile widened as she gave him a knowing look. "Do you really think I need security? I'm
pretty sure I can handle anything anyone throws at me now..."

She winked at him, and he blinked several times, processing the information.

"I suppose that's true..." he mumbled, clearly having trouble thinking of the little Dulcita he'd
always looked after as completely invulnerable and in no further need of protection.

***
Hearing a forceful knock, Agent Johnson opened the door of his hotel room to find an
unexpected visitor. Dulce stood before him, her curvaceous form, its usual, petite size.
Strangely, he thought, she looked even prettier than she had when he'd last seen her. The
stunning young thing might just be the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

Pushing past him, she entered his room with surprising confidence before whirling to face him,
sending her thin skirt swishing across toned thighs.

"Why, hello again!" said Johnson cockily, his voice appreciative as he allowed his gaze to
shamelessly roam her sexy figure. "Have a change of heart?"

She rolled her eyes as she removed her sunglasses, slipping them over the scoop neck of her
blouse to dangle against her luscious cleavage.

"Does this have anything to do with the fact that your little cartel recently hired Abomination?" he
said, crossing his arms smugly, pleased to be able to show off the accuracy of his latest intel.

Dulce smiled slyly. "As usual, the DEA's information is a bit out of date."

She stifled a giggle as Johnson's smirk faded. "Oh?"

"Yes," Dulce said, spinning a thick lock of raven hair about her finger as she corrected the smug
law enforcement officer. "Abomination is no longer part of the plan. He's no longer of any
concern. He's been... eliminated."

Johnson's look turned incredulous, then he chuckled. "I'm sorry, young lady, but that makes
absolutely no sense. Why would your boss bring him all the way to Columbia only to eliminate
him? Besides, a bunch of thugs in the jungle with small arms could hardly 'eliminate' someone
that powerful. They wouldn't stand a chance! I mean, even the U.S. army couldn't stop the guy.
The friggin' monster can beat up the Hulk!"

"So you don't believe me?" Dulce said coyly, raising a hand to casually examine her nails.

"Of course not!" Johnson huffed, confused by both her certainty and her cavalier attitude. "I
don't know what game you're trying to play here, but..."

Johnson's words trailed off as Dulce's body began to grow before his eyes. Dozens of pounds
of lean muscle piled onto her gorgeous frame as she grew in every direction.

Agent Johnson's jaw dropped, dangling loosely as he watched the small beauty grow into a
2.4-meter-tall green, musclebound giantess in a matter of seconds. His eyes widened in awe as
his gaze traveled slowly upward from the underside of massive breasts that were now even with
his line of sight, to breathtaking eyes nearly a meter above him. Those eyes gazed down on
him, lit by the soft twinkle of amusement.

"There's been a change in leadership at the cartel, and it no longer has need of Abomination's
services," Dulce stated, unable to keep a straight face any longer as she watched the
overwhelmed agent's stunned expression far below.

"I... um... may have taken advantage of a very fortuitous situation..."

Leaning over, Dulce bent down to kiss the awe-addled agent deeply on the lips. When she
finally withdrew, he was breathless, panting lightly with building desire.

"And I think I'd like to make a bit of change to our relationship. I was thinking maybe along the
lines of something a bit less professional..." she said slyly, her long lashes descending halfway
down her sultry eyes as they filled with desire of her own.

     

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