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Chapter Seventeen

“YOLANDA – ARE YOU IN THERE?”

“I think they heard you clear in New Orleans, my friend. Maybe they’ve evacuated the facility?”

“No she’s in there, I don’t understand why. It’s very weird, but somehow I know she still is here. There’s no place to grip it like the first door. So I’ll do the old-fashioned way – I’ll smash it in!”

Michael started to kick at the steel door with his right foot. With each thundering impact of his huge leg, the door deformed a bit more. Shortly hairline stress cracks began to show. Then, knowing the door is about to collapse Michael in one all out thump causes the thick steel door to crash in with a loud crash/clank.

Michael entered the room first, with Beamis and the OSS men close behind. Spotting El Jefe among the people inside, Michael looks right at him – a devilish thought comes to mind.

“Howdy, I’m an IRS enforcer and we’re here to ruin in your day.”

“Yes,” Beamis added, “Uncle Sam really hates it when you lie on your 1040s . . .”

“Michael – I’m over here!”

Using the axe as a pointer, Michael pronounced, “If you let her go now you bastard, I’ll let you live!”

“Oh no, my large friend I won’t,” said El Jefe smirking.

As Michael starts to move forward, El Jefe quickly signals with a hand and one of his soldiers puts a rifle to Yolanda’s belly. At this, Michael stops cold in his tracks.

“I know that ordinary bullets won’t faze you or your Lady friend here. However, that rifle pointed at her guts is loaded with Teflon coated, Kelvar piercing bullets. At point-blank range, even her tough hide won’t stop a full clip from killing her.”

“Alright El Jerk Breath, what do you want?”

“First drop your weapons, hombre and then we will parlay.”

Michael nods in agreement and lays down the Lady Sangre.

Beamis whispered to him, “What the Hell are you doing?”

“Just do it. He has the drop on Yolanda; I won’t risk her life. Trust me on this, he’s not going to live long if Yolanda gets free.”

“Alright.”

Beamis then ordered his men to follow Michael lead. They hand over their weapons to El Jefe’s soldiers. With the Americans and especially the Giant now disarmed, the Brutopians relax a little but keep their eyes fixed on them. Michael noticed that Yolanda smiled and winked at him for a moment. A signal to him. El Jefe and the others are unaware of her flexing harder, but not Michael. He can see that the steel bonds are gradually weakening under her effort and increasing strength. He knows he must buy her some time.

“Very good, my large friend.”

“Now what?”

“Ah very simple, how do I access the computer transformation system?”

“You’re serious,” chuckled Michael, “you mean you really don’t know . . .”

“What is so funny Yankee?” El Jefe asked angrily. “Your woman claimed that only you alone possessed the knowledge to finish the installation process . . .”

“Think she’s been having too much fun at your expense – because you had it along El Jefe. See that diskette there – just insert it into the floppy drive and the program will be all yours. The operating instructions are self-explanatory . . . and now that you have what you want, let Yolanda go free.”

“Not so fast my giant friend I want to see it work first on me. If it worked so well on a half-dead female and a computer nerd like you – think what it will do to a real man!”

“I’ll try not to. With your ego I shudder to think.”

“Shut up you,” said one of the soldiers, a Sargento.

Michael grimly stated, “I’ll remember you later . . . I never forget a face.”

Chapter Eighteen

“How much do you want me to inject into you Mein Leader?”

“Based on what the Señorita said about her man, I want to be at least twice as big as he is now, perhaps slightly more as a true Giant.”

“Ya, jawohl! I will make it so.”

After stripping off his uniform, El Jefe stepped into the growth chamber for the body scan. The setup seems simple in comparison to the one that Yolanda used – almost like an economy model, Michael judges.

“We have now scanned you, Mein Leader. The projection of the new body is now programmed into the modified DNA sequence serum made from your blood sample. Both the Formula and the DNA serum are currently entering your body. It should only be a few minutes now before you start to feel the effects.”

“Just how large will I be Doctor?” asked El Jefe.

“As per your wishes Mein Leader, your final body size will be 21′ in height – a Giant you shall be.”

“I can hardly wait to become such a superbeing.”

About seven minutes pass, then El Jefe begins to look physically different – a glistening coat of perspiration covers his nude body. His physical makeup appears to be gaining mass as the muscles slowly start to expand and fill out. The shoulder muscles swell in size like two gigantic bowling balls along with the traps and the lats spreading in unison. The upper arms were also growing thicker in size. His thighs were expanding into two thick tree trunks. The calves were becoming huge in size. As the pecs and thick chest continue to deepen, the back grows ever denser and wider. The lats as they broaden, they begin to push the enormous arms and powerful shoulders out further and further in an exaggerated V shape. Slowly as he reaches his maximum normal size a change begins to occur – his 5′-9″ height gradually starts to increase inch by inch. As this happens, the muscle mass takes off again, swelling and growing in sympathy. The expanding pelvis and massive legs begin to spread as well to support the increasing body mass – both skeletal and muscular. El Jefe’s now nude body continued to expand at steady rate passed six feet toward Giant’s size.

Meanwhile as El Jefe has been getting larger and stronger – Yolanda has been slowly working on the bonds by flexing her muscles and expanding her large chest with deep lungfuls of air. She knows her body is rapidly overcoming the effects of the muscle relaxant drugs. Her super strength is quickly returning – already she can tell it’s almost normal. The bonds on her arms are stretching subtly. None of her guards took notice; they are too busy watching Michael, Beamis and the disarmed OSS agents. The rest are watching in wonder as El Jefe grows into a Giant of a man. Under her returning strength, the bonds start to develop stress fractures. Suddenly, she felt her super strength power return in full – like a rush of energy was poured into her body. Nothing now can hold her down.

“Its back and man are these people going to be sorry.”

Finally, with some strain on her pinned right arm, the five-inch steel bond snapped like rope with a loud report. The sound distracted the guards and especially the one with the gun pointed at her. Not wasting a moment, Yolanda reached out with her one free arm and grabbed his gun.

“Hey honey, let me fix that.”

As he stood there in shock, unbelieving while in seconds Yolanda bent the barrel of the semiautomatic rifle into uselessness. She wasn’t finished however, before he could move as she yanked the rifle – hard! Still in amazement and caught off guard, the man failed to let go. His body slammed into the nearby Colonel Salazar knocking them over – senseless.

“I told you I would kill you all!”

Yolanda then pulled her other arm free and began to sit up forcing her abdominal muscle to contract. The steel and titanium table began to warp under her intensive pressure, however the thicker bonds surprisingly only stretch and fail to snap as expected. With the soldiers now distracted watching this Amazon free herself, Michael slammed out with his huge hands at the closest guards. He pounded their bodies with such force that as they impacted into a computer control panel along the far wall they were pulped into mush. Load pops and shorts sounded off and they slumped over dead – broken and electrocuted. As Beamis and the other OSS agents attack the other nearby guards, he picks up his fallen axe and continues forward to aid Yolanda. In the ensuing fracas, Beamis decks another guard with a leg kick to the stomach. He recovers his weapons.

“Sorry old chap, but I don’t think you will be in need of these.”

Beamis along with the four other OSS agents – now also rearmed – proceed to open fire on the remaining technicians and soldiers. In the hail of bullets, they succeed in cutting many of them down. However, the largest group makes for the doorway, firing in retreat. Michael meanwhile leaps across the room to where Yolanda has been bound.

“En garde – you scum! My axe is still hungry!”

Frozen at the sight of the hatefully looking, half-naked Giant coming right at them they fail to move in time. Michael however doesn’t hesitate and in one clean motion scythes down three of guards, turning them into blood pudding. This done, he continued to advance – unstoppable.

As Colonel Salazar slowly recovered his senses and started to get up and onto his feet, his first sight was of the wrathful Giant coming right at him. Slowly he started to back away, but in his daze, he forgets that Yolanda is right behind him. Already she had bent the table into a chair. With her hands now freed, the steel bonds around her neck and chest are already broken. The ones holding her legs were about ready to break as well from the pressure of her powerful thunder thighs. So busy freeing herself, she failed to spot Salazar’s movement. As he comes within her reach Yolanda noticed him and smiled grimly.

“I’m coming to pound you into the ground, you scum bag!”

As Colonel Salazar continued backing up, Yolanda lunged forward like a snake striking – grabbing and picking him up off the ground.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhh!”

“It not my man you should have been afraid of you bastard – but me. Females are much more deadly – and unforgiving.”

At this, she threw his body as hard as she could clear across the room.

“As I once said, you fascist thug – no quarter.”

Salazar’s body impacted into the stone block wall of the room with such force that his body was turned into a bloody mess. Gradually the remains slid to the floor – lifeless. Meanwhile seeing all of his work being trashed all around him by these people, Dr Holzner intercepts Michael to plead with him to stop.

“Nein nein! You cannot do this! Think of what you are doing!”

Unlike the soldiers, Dr Holzner is unarmed and Michael just cannot bring himself to kill the man outright. Instead, in a mercurial, but controlled movement, he bangs the flat of the axe against the head of the other man – rendering him unconscious.

“Consider yourself lucky that I’m in a ‘good’ mood. Otherwise, I would have killed you.”

“Well, I’m not.”

Coldly Beamis walks up to the fallen man, draws and aims his service issue 9mm Beretta. He then promptly shoots the man in the head – then twice into his chest.

“I do what I have to do as part of my job, doesn’t mean I like it but as I said our orders are that we leave no survivors, my friend.”

Michael looks at him, staring. “I understand, I just don’t think I have in me to be like you Beamis.”

“I know.” Beamis commented knowingly, “you have your moments as a soldier, but at heart you’re superhero and not a secret agent with a license to kill.”

Chapter Nineteen

As Beamis and his men continue finishing off the remaining Brutopians in the room, spraying gunfire from both sides continues, but the remaining Brutopians are badly bloody and withdraw out of the main laboratory and down the hallway. While the OSS men cover the doorway, Michael and Yolanda are again reunited.

“Wait, I’ll snap those bonds.”

“Oh no need lover, I’m almost free,” she said smiling.

“Yes I know, but I like to be a gentleman. Ladies shouldn’t have to do that if I’m around.”

“Well you know I never will turn down your help my Knight – in anything. Please do.”

In a matter of seconds with his left hand the remaining metal bonds deform, fatigue, crack and snap free. Yolanda on the warped table gave him a bear hug as he lifted her up and lovingly embraced her. No longer able to hold it in, Michael’s long suppressed emotional dam cracks.

“My Princess . . . I’d rather have died then lose you.”

“You never will . . . I am yours forever, my darling – body and soul – beyond the end of time.”

With tears in her eyes, she returned his loving embrace a second time – smiling that radiant smile he loved so well – angelically Goddess-like and without equal in all the world.

“How touching,” El Jefe sarcastically remarked, “and my congratulations to you both . . .”

At once, the pair of them break off their romantic interlude. Gazing in the direction of his deep barrel-like voice go into a defense posture – shocked to realize that somehow in all of the confusion El Jefe had remained untouched by the firefight.

” . . . However, you’ve done enough here, you Yankee bastards. Destroying my great plans for the world and killing my people. Now that I am partly transformed at a size somewhat bigger then you, Señor Moray, and just as bulletproof, I will personally stop you myself.”

El Jefe, now over ten feet tall, broke out of the restraints with ease. With his free hands, he removed the nutrient feed tubes interrupting the growth process.

“Michael, we’ve got problems here!”

This from Beamis as the ruptured doorway is raked with weapons fire – several of the shots ricochet harmlessly into the underground chamber.

“You know what has to be done, so do it!

He then tosses a grenade into the corridor – a muffled explosion – one that comes with cries of pain and outraged cursing. This done and without waiting for further return fire move off to take out any resistance remaining on the levels above while Michael and Yolanda deal with the monstrous Giant called El Jefe.

“You cannot stop me from crushing you two like insects, I’m more powerful then either of you.”

“I wouldn’t be too certain of that – tall, dark and mistaken!”

Not bothering to wait for Yolanda’s help or even caring to respond to El Jefe, Michael dropped his axe, the Lady Sangre. Like no other thing in this world, he wanted to get his bare hands on El Jefe. He leapt right into him slamming the naked man into the floor and knocking the wind out of El Jefe. Michael while keeping his body on top and with his left-hand pinned the struggling man around the neck. El Jefe discovered to his amazement that though he is somewhat larger than his opponent his strength level is not overwhelming as he believed it would be. He now realized to his regret, that he moved too soon. This Yankee’s super strength was more then a match for his larger size. In fact, Michael’s fury was pushing his body well beyond his norm, but at a price – his remaining strength energy was being used up rapidly.

“You bastard! I’m going to make you pay!”

With his right fist, he slugged El Jefe in the head repeatedly. Not satisfied with just pulping him, Michael bodily lifted the man and slammed him into a wall causing El Jefe’s massive frame to go clean through.

El Jefe dazedly arose, “You damn Yankee pig!”

El Jefe leapt up and counter slammed his body into Michael’s, his fists impacted. The pain Michael ignores – punishing this bastard is the only thing that matters. Instead he bodily grabbed him again and pushed him closer to the growth chamber where the battle royal between the two Giant men continued. However, as they were locked in their death grip, El Jefe went wild in panic, his arms and legs slammed into Michael. Adrenaline started to flow and fear had finally given El Jefe what he needed most – more strength then Michael’s. Repeatedly he struck back, much to Michael surprise. El Jefe punched with his huge fists and struck out with his powerful thighs causing terrible pain. He could see that it was working, Michael was beginning to feel battered and bloody and he poured is on – increasingly. At this point Michael could feel his opponent gaining the upper hand, his body was simply too tired from all the earlier combat and now the brutal punishment at the hands of El Jefe’s resistance. At this he made his decision – all or nothing and leaped into El Jefe forcing him toward the growth chamber itself. Nevertheless, El Jefe struggled and fought all the way. Michael knew in his gut that he simply couldn’t do it alone.

“Yolanda I could use some help here!”

“Thought you’d never ask. Let me at him, lover!”

Now working together they pushed and shoved El Jefe in the direction of the growth chamber. Not easily, however, Yolanda too, caught repeated blows from the man’s ham handed fists, despite Michael’s attempts to stop him from hurting her smaller form. Yet she returned blow for blow, bloodying El Jefe severely all over his huge body. She socked him in the gut repeatedly with her powerful fists. She even kneed him in the groin at one point when he dug in his heels and couldn’t be budged. Only then did he give way and moved up against the chamber itself. As he gasped in total agonizing pain, her only comment through gritted teeth was, “You scum bag! If you think that’s pain, before your dead, you’ll wish to Hell you never had been born.”

It was an incredible scene, if any had time to watch the three of them struggling as if they were single mass of human muscle. With two super strength and size enhanced humans working against him, it was a gradually losing proposition for El Jefe, They finally and painfully, wedged the oversized Dictator into the very machine that created his super sized body. While Michael temporarily held the man’s body pinned for the time required, Yolanda put the screws on El Jefe’s massive frame. She quickly, and not gently, crushed the metal chamber in and into his body to restrain him, like a tubular lock about the oversized massive man. As she did so, Yolanda could see that El Jefe was in terrible pain from the pressure of the fixture. Just for extra measure, like turning a stiletto in an enemy’s guts, she pushed harder on the tube – causing him to bellow in torment.

“Consider this added interest for all those you have ever harmed!”
Now with El Jefe immobilized, Michael and Yolanda stood back a bit to catch their breath. As they did so, the exhausted El Jefe struggled in torture from the restrains about his oversized body.

“God, Yolanda I hurt all over . . .” he grimaced and gasped in pain.

“Yes I know, my beloved, but you’ll soon recover.”

She smiled proudly at him, for Yolanda was indeed very proud of him. To Yolanda this man of hers was like no other she had ever known and nobody would ever replace him in her heart. While he winced and breathed deeply, she lovingly held him, in fact partly supported his weight.

“I will recover too, you blonde bitch – and when I do I will tear the pair of you apart.”

Michael spotted the still flowing nutrient feed line and grinned maliciously in thought.

“You want ungodly size? Well, I’m going to make you choke on it.”

Yolanda letting go of him, Michael bent over and took the nutrient feed line in his left fist. Slowly he walked up to El Jefe and in a lighting flash; he rammed it into El Jefe’s abdomen attempting to rupture his guts. Blood spurted out and over Michael’s body. However, the result was not what Michael expected. Instead of hurting El Jefe, it seemed like it was doing just the opposite – helping.

“Thank you, you fool! I will now heal and grow to my full Giant’s size – more then double yours. I can already feel my size and strength increasing!”
As they watched El Jefe very slowly began to grow more muscular and taller. The metal restraints holding him began subtly to flex from the increasing pressure.

“I’d better pull it out.”

“Wait leave it in!”

“But . . . ”

“Don’t worry, his ass is grass; or I should say mass!”

“How?” Michael said mystified.

Running quickly to the computer control panel, Yolanda swiftly looked over the display and read the Morphing data. In seconds she toggled a few switches, turned a few dials all the way to one direction.

“Simple, the cellular structure of his body will be totally mutated, turning him into a bloated pile of mush.”

“Good God, are you certain?”

“Yes, I am.”

“NO NO! Don’t do it! I will share the mastery of the world with you!”

“Offer – refused,” Yolanda replied and pushed the button, “you bastard.”

“NO NO NO STOP ST. . . Ahhhhhhhhh! Arrrggggggggggg! Uuuuuuuggggggg!”

He continued to scream as his body began to puff up and lose its normal shape, becoming formless in shape. Michael gently took Yolanda’s hand in his and began to move away from the computer station. Just before the left the room they turned back one last time and saw that the man who once was El Jefe was still slowly growing larger and larger but now into a bloated non-human thing – a shapeless blob. What was once a human body was now filling and overflowing the growth chamber like lava made of flesh. Yet he, or rather it was still very much alive, for gurgling sounds came from the shapeless mass of muscle and blood. In addition, a weird translucent glow was beginning to radiate from the form as well. A thought suddenly passed through Michael’s mind – spontaneous human combustion and on a massive scale.

“Let’s get out of here, El Jefe here is going to explode like bomb.”

Still holding her hand, he led Yolanda away at a quicker pace to the doorway. On the way out Michael remembered to scoop up his axe, the Lady Sangre.

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Chapter Thirteen

“Where the Hell did that God damn El Grande Hombre disappear to? Does any one see him?” Lieutenant Pinzon angrily asked.

“No sir.”

“Not here sir.”

“Nothing yet sir.”

The Saladin armored car cautiously and slowly goes by Michael position not seeing him – at first.

“Wait! Sir he’s behind us!”

“Stop the Car! Now! Rotate then turret and fire God damn it! Before he kills the lot of us!”

Michael realizing he’s been spotted dashes out and heads for the pole. He reaches it as the turret starts to turn in his direction. Grabbing the wooden pole with both of huge hands, he snaps it off and twists it free of the telephone wires.

“Sir we have him!” Lieutenant Pinzon says in the microphone to Major d’Este in the Command Center.

Just as the turret is aimed in his direction he hoists the pole with one arm, aims and throws it like an ancient Greek Olympic javelin. It streaks through the air swooshing.

“Oh my God . . . it’s inconceivable,” whispers Lieutenant Pinzon upon seeing it.

The wooden pole comes down with such force that it pierces the armor plate of the car. The shaft goes right through chassis lifting the entire vehicle three feet off the ground with a THUMP/CRACK/CRUNCH and a muffled internal KA-BOOOM!

“Hello, hello! Are you there Lieutenant? Report your status!” shouted Major d’Este into the microphone.

The Comm officer shook his head, “No answer sir.”

A lance corporal runs into the Black Eagle’s Nest Command Center.

“Sir! One of the towers reports that the armored car group dispatched to the gate has been totally destroyed . . . by the Juggernaut!”

“Would you SHUT UP and stop saying that! Where the Hell has this rumor come from? He is not the Juggernaut! Just a very powerful and large Yankee hombre. We can stop him. Order in the reserves to stop him.”

“There are not many men left. Those not killed and many more are fleeing the base in droves.”

“I DON’T CARE, ORDER THEM INTO IT NOW!” exploded Major d’Este.

“Sir,” said another, “Colonel Salazar at the Conquistadors Laboratories communications room is demanding an update on the situation.”

Major d’Este groaned inside. Never had he been required to report such a failure as this fiasco was rapidly becoming. Slowly he walked over to the TV monitor and put on his best face before going on camera.

“Sir, we cannot stop him.” related Major d’Este in the command center. “The men are broken and fleeing. There’s a rumor that the Juggernaut is here for his woman. He is approaching your position even now with the American strike force.”

“You have to slow them down Major.” commanded Colonel Salazar in the communications room of the Laboratory. “Call up Fortaleza Santiago and order in heavy armor to support us.”

“The minute we came under attack I did. However, I fear sir it will get here too late.”

“Yes, possibly that will be the case, lets hope not Major. But in any case, I will have a clear conscience when I report our failures to El Jefe. As of now the laboratory building is sealed. Hopefully the steel security blast doors will stop him until our reinforcements arrive.”

“I doubt it, he’s an unstoppable force of nature,” Major d’Este muttered after signing off.

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Beamis and the others arrive on a run and then slow to a stop. Open mouthed and shocked seeing the smoking and burning armored cars. However, the last one holds their full attention.

Michael again smiled a devilish smile, “Not enough fiber in their diet. So I gave them a heavy dose of supplementation.”

Marcus blurted, “Sheeesh, Beamis it looks like an iron shish kabob on a stick.”

“He’s just a bit upset about his girlfriend,” Beamis chuckled – then in response, “excellent work lad – glad to see you’re getting those pent-up frustrations out of your system.”

Chapter Fourteen

Even as Michael, Beamis, Sue and the others move out toward the Conquistadors Laboratory building, the Brutopians are far from finished off. Major d’Este and Sargento Espinoza have scraped up the last remaining reserves for one last desperate attempt at stopping the American strike force.

“Major d’Este,” said Sargento Espinoza, “I see the Giant and the other Yankee bastards.”

“Very good, you know what to do.”

“Yes sir. I am to stop him and them at all costs. My men are well armed considering we lost the weapons armory in the attack. I really wish we had some SPG-82 anti-armor rocket launchers or even just one good tripod mounted MG3 machine gun to use.”

“The trap is now set, Sargento. You’ll just have to make do with the small arms you’re equipped with. Take them by surprise and they will never have a chance.”

**********

“Beamis I don’t like this, it’s much too quiet,” commented Sue, walking alongside Michael.

“Neither do I, but maybe our large friend here has panicked them totally. In any case remain alert people.”

Moving closer they approach some small building structures, also there are vehicles parked in front. Military trucks and some jeeps.

Beamis waved, “Yo, you two – couple of grenades. Just to make certain they aren’t booby trapped.”

They pop the pins and throw them in the general direction of the first truck.

KA-BOOOOM!

KA-BOOOOM!

“Oh God,” said one the Brutopian soldiers, “they have seen us!”

Upon hearing this comment before Sargento Espinoza can calm them down, several of the Brutopian soldiers panic and open fire too soon. At this the entire group joins in and commences shooting on the Americans. Three OSS agents are hit and go down. Some others pick them up on the fly.

“COVER! TAKE COVER!” yelled Beamis.

“OVER THERE!” shouted Michael, pointing at the cement barricades in front of a building. They all start running and shooting on the fly. Michael, being fully bulletproof, acts cover for the ones nearest to him.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Michael upon hearing her cry pivots about and scoops her up in his arms – covering Sue’s body from the gunfire as he carries her to safety.

“No – not her . . .”

Finally they make it to the barricades and Michael puts Sue gently down well out of the way of the continuing barrage that has them pinned down.

“Out of my way, let me see!” orders Alfred Kaiser – the med-tech practically pushing him out of the way.

“How bad is it Marc?” Beamis asked. “How many got hit?”

“Four Beamis, including Sue. Fortunately, none are dead. The body armor saved them. Unfortunately, the Brutopian bastards now have us pinned down now. Only a miracle will save us.”

Listening in to the conversation but not really listening to them Michael has his focus is elsewhere. Hotly furious with rage rekindled – first Yolanda and now his new friend Sue is hurt by these evil people. As if a volcano was pushed to the point of no return – he erupts. Without pause or hesitation he unthinkingly bolts upward in single leap – his huge body sailing over the barricades and charges straight at the Brutopian soldiers.

“YOU FUCK’N BASTARDS I AM GOING TO KILL THE LOT OF YOU!”

From the backpack he unsheathes the huge 125 pound jet-black axe. In an instant the name for it comes to him. “THE LADY SANGRE IS VERY HUNGRY!” He shouts heading toward the largest group of Brutopian soldiers.

“Good God Beamis he gone . . .”

“Berserk, yes I can see. But then he’s our best chance to getting out of this trap, too. You asked for a miracle, I give you Sir Michael – our Black Knight.”
Beamis shouts: “OPEN FIRE! GIVE THE BIG GUY A HAND!”

Chapter Fifteen

“Sir,” Sargento Espinoza gasps, “the El Grande Hombre has gone loco – is charging right at us with a . . . ancient battle-axe in hand as if he was El Cid Campeador . . .”

“I don’t care if he’s Don Quixote – you must stop him dammit! You must . . .”

Just then, Michael reaches Sargento Espinoza’s position and Major d’Este’s orders are the least of his and his men’s worries. Firing continues but to little effect on Michael’s huge bullet resistant body. The jet-black axe swings again and again in his left hand, chopping men down or thrusting forward, impaling them on its deadly stiletto point. His clothing becomes torn and tattered from the bullets. Nor is hand to hand combat to any avail against this enraged Giant. Michael with his free right hand bodily picks up men and tosses them. In the process of the fighting the remains of his shirt is ripped away, leaving him bare chested. Bodies slam against buildings, into trucks parked there and into other soldiers. Michael’s tanned body and the axe are covered in blood. He uses the weapon mercilessly – cutting down or impaling men left and right. Finally the remaining Brutopians having had enough break and run. Most flee in total abject terror screaming.

“Run for your lives, its El loco Grande Hombre!”

“He’ll kill us all!”

“The Juggernaut is here – run!”

“I AM DEATH IT-SELF YOU SCUM! RUN RUN RUN IF YOU CAN FROM THE AXE OF JUSTICE!”

Michael waves the Lady Sangre in the wake of the few surviving Brutopian soldiers running away. Slowly the red haze starts to clear from his mind as he calms down. The other OSS soldier-agents are in awe of him as he meets them coming out from behind cover.

Beamis said, “Quite a performance. How do you feel?”

“Sick to my soul and stomach Beamis – I want to throw up. I never wanted to hurt a person in my life – ever – and here I am half-naked and covered in blood. I wonder if I will ever be the same again.”

“Well – yes, and you might not believe me now, but you will in all the good things that make up you as an individual – that will never leave you. But in some others, no, no you never will. It’s something you will have to live with lad. But remember this you never did it in cold blood, only out of self-defense and the willingness to protect those you care deeply about.”

“Thanks Beamis I will remember that. Oh God, is Sue . . .?”

“She’ll be fine, just wounded lightly, thank God for the body armor and the fact she’s built like a mini-Amazon. Strong that girl is.”
Michael goes over to her next to where Al Kaiser is finishing up with another wounded agent.

“Hello there big dude, you look like a bloody Doc Savage – I hear how you went into Hell for us, for me actually.”

“Yes, Sue I did, but I’m not proud of killing people.”

“Nor should you be, I know it was forced on you.”

“Sue, I . . . well since I first met you I’ve thought of you as the little sister I never had. I hope that’s . . .”

“Don’t say another word. I know what you mean. I would be proud and honored to have you to think of me as a sister. You would be a great brother. In fact, I wish you were. Let’s consider it a done deal.”

“We are going to have to move out soon, ah, could you take a look at my recoilless-rocket launcher? It’s not working right.”

“No problem – my Big Brother.”

At this, he handed her the Panzertot. With him watching on Sue looks it over carefully, then discovers that his heavy handling of the weapon damaged one of the interface chips. As he watches, she pops it out and takes a replacement from the small repair kit Number Ten supplied with the weapon. Soon it is repaired and ready again for action.

Chapter Sixteen

For the time being, with all Brutopian resistance neutralized they reach the Conquistadors Laboratories building. However the structure has been fully sealed and put into biological shut down mode. The team sees that there is a metal security door blocking the way into the main entrance. Looking at it the Demolition Man figures he is going to have to blow it.

Michael said, “There’s no time for that.”

He steps up the door, grips it. The door starts in a matter of seconds deforms, warps, bends, and finally snaps it off.

Michael turns to the rest, “Let’s go!”

Marcus commented, “Beamis, you said the big guy was just a little upset about his girlfriend. From what I’ve seen of him in action, if this is upset I sure as Hell don’t ever want be around him if he ever goes nuclear!”

“No Marc, you certainly don’t want to ever be the target of his fury. In any case, rig the joint to blow, if we aren’t out in twenty minutes. If the Brutopians do get their act together, don’t wait for us. I order you and Sue to destroy the lab facility and get the rest of the team out of here.”

**********

Even as the OSS team is entering the laboratory building, Major d’Este in the Command Center reports of a new development.

“Sir, reports are coming in from several of our military bases. We are being attacked by elements of the United States Navy. As well as the American Air Force. All of our airborne fighters have been destroyed in air-to-air combat by US Navy F-14s and F-18s. Also, the Yankee’s are using long range bombers from the Estados Unidos armed with Tomahawk missiles to finish off the rest of our Air Force on the ground. I fear within an hour we won’t have anything left.”

“What about the SAM systems?” replied Colonel Salazar.

“Destroyed by Walleye II and HARM missiles launched by US Navy Intruders, sir. All of our radar installations are being jammed and eliminated one by one. My guess is the Americans are using electronic warfare US Navy Prowlers against us. See on the map.” Major d’Este changes the screen to the electronic display in the Command Center. One by one, all of the Brutopian radar centers were winking out. “Also sir, reports are starting to come in that most of the nearby armor depots are being bombed as well.”

“Were any of our tanks able to escape Fortaleza Santiago before the bombing? We need armor support to neutralize the assault force in the compound.”

“Yes sir, a few tanks did make it out before the attack. But sir, most likely they will be taken out on their way here by the Yankee ground support aircraft using anti-armor Hellfire or Maverick missiles.”

“Yes I know but get in contact and tell them to hurry its only a few miles between Black Eagles Nest and Fortaleza Santiago.”
Colonel Salazar then turns to El Jefe, “What are your orders Excellency?”

“Nothing. There is nothing we can do Colonel. For the moment, we are safe in here. The Formula and the Señorita are still in our hands. All we need now is to extract the Morphing software access from her boyfriend. Moreover, when we do, I shall have enough of it made to introduce to thousands of our troops. The Americans will pay dearly for this act of wanton aggression against us. We shall destroy a couple of their major cities to begin with, then we will . . . what is that? Why is the room shaking?”

“That’s my Michael, now that he has broken your little army, he is going kick you into next week.”

“It is true Excellency,” reported Colonel Salazar. “Major d’Este just reported that we couldn’t stop him. The man is like a living bulldozer. Our soldiers were pushed aside like ants.” He looked at one of the TV screens. “See he’s on the security monitor and is coming this way.”

“Mein Gott in Himmel!” exclaimed Dr Holzner. “The Fraulein must have overdosed him to make his body twice as massive as hers. He is like a Norse Berserker . . . unstoppable.”

“Actually Herr Doctor, I gave him as much as I had. He’s is going to kill the lot of you – if I don’t get freed first and do it myself.”

“What are your orders Excellency?” asked Colonel Salazar. “Shall we evacuate the building?”

“No, we wait. I want him in here.”

Slowly Yolanda could now feel her immune system finally overcoming the muscle relaxant drugs, making her body stronger. As the approaching Michael distracted the men, she experimentally flexed her body. The metal straps stretched just a bit, the examination table warped a little under her body.

“Very soon,” she thought, “very soon now.”

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Chapter Ten

Seated together aboard the Adios Airlines-Freight Hercules transport on its normal run headed for Brazil, the OSS team relaxes for time being, each member with his own private thoughts. Some few are playing cards, other are reading or looking out the windows to pass the time.

Beamis commented to Michael, “If you think this is strange, some day I will have to tell you about one of my fishing trips to northern Wisconsin.”
Michael deep in his own thoughts says nothing in response. To attract his natural curiosity, Beamis pulls out from an inside coat pocket a sealed plastic tube that has a 9mm round in it. Michael comes out of his communion and notices it.

“Hey, that looks like silver.”

“Indeed, yes it is.”

He observed Beamis holding it in his right-hand rotating back and forth. The light reflected off it with a pure, silver-white radiance. Michael looked a bit strangely at Beamis.

Beamis explained, “It’s a good luck piece my friend. I always take it with me. The Pope himself blessed it. After I did a job which as a consequence helped the Church in a rather sticky situation he asked if there was anything he could do that would be helpful to me . . . and this is what I asked for.”

Incredulous, Michael asked, “But why that of all things?”

“Because lad,” ruminated Beamis, “I have not said why, nor will I now – but suffice it to say I have been all over this world. To places both mundane and sometimes mysterious. You never know when this sort of thing will come in handy – some day.”

“Hmmm, well short of stopping something supernatural I don’t think I want to know the answer. Sorry I asked.” Michael replied. Then another thought comes to him, “By the way, earlier in the OSS Section offices I overheard most of what you said to Miss Davenport. Even though I pretended not to look – I mean you and Miss Sharon Davenport – may I ask if -”

“Yes, we are most certainly ‘an item.'” Beamis cutting him off lost in his own thoughts, then he saw the questioning look on Michael’s face. “Have been for a very long time. I would like very much to marry her. However, she’s put me off several times. It’s the job.”

“Frank, don’t make the mistake I did by waiting too long.” Michael sighed sadly.

“Work on it and convince her if you can. I really should have asked Yolanda sooner. We love each other dearly, but I have been so afraid to ask. Afraid she would turn me down for some reason unknown to me. If she’s dead I . . . I . . .”

“She not dead,” Beamis forcefully rejoined. “Don’t you ever think that – El Jefe is no fool. Crazy yes, like the Mad Hatter, but foolish no. He’ll keep her alive at any cost, because he needs her expertise for getting the transformation to work.”

“I hope so, but he’s hurt her – he’ll wish unto death he hadn’t.”

Beamis now in a persuasive and confidential tone, “As for your fears, naturally you’re nervous about asking her. There hasn’t been a man yet born who wasn’t afraid of asking one’s true love to marry them. Don’t worry about it. She’ll say yes, trust me. I know she will.”

Sue in the seat directly across the aisle from them cannot help but overhear the two. She decides to change the subject a bit, to take Michael’s mind off worrying about Yolanda.

“Mr Moray . . .”

Michael looks up hearing her familiar friendly voice smiles a bit.

“Please Sue, my friends call me Michael.”

“Alright, Michael. I’ll take you up on that invitation. Let me start over again. Please, I am not trying to make a pass at you or anything like that, I can see how much you love Yolanda. But I can’t help but admire the fact that you have one Hell of a physique, almost like a mythological Demi-God. I know from what Beamis here has explained to me, she greatly enhanced you with the Super Soldier Formula. Personally I’m curious, even with that done, do you workout much, I mean . . .”

“Oh, yes Sue,” Michael explained. “I’m very much into weightlifting to stay fit and trim.”

Michael flexes his massive body and the fatigues stretched over his frame. Sue chuckled bit at the extraordinary sight of physical perfection personified – one more appropriate to a comic book Superhero then any Mortal of the real world.”

“My Lady Yolanda and I own a gymnasium, too. If I’m not being too bold, you look very nice Sue. From what I can tell by the way your clothes contour and fit, you must be into weightlifting in a very serious way. Any man would be proud to call you his own.”

“Thank you, Michael. Despite my height I’ve worked very hard to be the way I am now – and love it, though I wish I were taller. However, you’re right, I’m into bodybuilding, also my boyfriend, actually he’s my fiancé, is too. You may have met him, Robert Douglass? He works in the armaments section as second to Number Ten.”

“Oh, yes I have, he instructed me in the use of my weapon.” Michael replied. “We got along very well. So much so, I consider Robert a friend as I do you or several of the others. He told me about you.”

“He did?” Sue smiled. “Everything good I hope. You must have made a real impression on him then.”

“Sue, he thinks the world of you. You’re very lucky to have lassoed such a man, he seems very nice, intelligent and caring – a real find for a lady like as yourself. It’s not easy to find the right kind of male partner if you’re a female seriously into physical culture.”

“Yes, I know. However, I cannot help ever since I was fifteen that I wanted to look like a supermuscular Amazon. Many men are turned off by my appearance, but I love it and so does Robert.” Seeing Beamis’s expression, she added, “Yes, I know Frank you’re one of the exceptions. Sharon has a killer fitness body, as do you.”

“Did I say anything?” Beamis smirked, looking about the cabin.

Michael was looking back and forth, a bit confused at the banter.

“I’ve tried to push Sharon and Frank to go further,” Sue sighed, “but no such luck. They’re both quite good, if you ever saw them with most of their clothes off. With a little more size they could compete in an amateur mixed pairs division.”

“Well,” commented Beamis, “we’re not much into the Olympian look for ourselves. However, we do understand the desires of those who are and support such people in their endeavors.”

“Anyway getting back to the topic of Robert and myself; we met a few years ago and started dating after clearing it first with Number One. We slowly took to each other over time – finding increasingly that we loved about each other’s company. Schedules permitting, we love to workout together.”

“He looks to have a fine physique,” Michael said, “though more of a fitness lifter’s body then a bodybuilder’s. I could tell that he was disappointed about his lack of development, even before he told me so. I understand greatly his feelings about the inability to gain size.”

“That’s one of the things I would like to ask her about . . . among other things. I would like to discuss it with Yolanda, get some advice.” Sue paused in thought.

Michael confidently said, “I’m sure she would love to be your friend Sue. She’s very helpful and knowledgeable about physical culture. As to what you are hinting at – she’s wanted to do some further research with the right type of people. Maybe after this is over you and Robert would be willing to stop by and visit. Perhaps take up a membership at our little place – and help her out?”

“Oh, yes. I think we both would go for that.” Sue said happily. Then continuing,

“Well, don’t you worry about your Lady Yolanda, Michael. Nobody is going to get in the way of you two being reunited. Cuz I’m going to personally kick El Jefe’s butt if he objects.”

“That is,” Beamis wryly smiles, “if you can find it after Michael here is finished with smashing, mashing and pulping him.”

The red light flashed and the pilot announced: “Attention People! We have just crossed the border into Brutopian airspace. Ten minutes to drop, Groups A and B get ready, repeat Ten minutes to drop, Groups A and B get ready.”

Beamis stands up and states loudly to all, “Alright people – double check and make certain your gear is in place!” Turning to Michael, “We’ll drop you out of the back of the plane because my friend you’re . . .”

“Yes, I know! I am as big as a tank. No problem Beamis.”

Michael stands up walks the rear of the plane. There he pulls on the backpack and parachute. Then he placed the Panzertot in the holster carrier and straps the belts to secure it. Finally, he straps the 125-pound axe in place. The rest of the soldier-agents are doing likewise with their gear.

A Green Light flashed and pilot announced: “Attention People! Groups A and B we are over the target area, Groups A and B we are over the target area.” Then as in an afterthought, “Good Luck people!”

They begin falling in line and exiting the plane through the door. A crewmember opens the rear of the plane and Michael jumps. After the last soldier-agent has exited, the plane continues on to drop the second infiltration detachment –

Group C near De Soto airfield.

Chapter Eleven

After parachuting into Brutopia, teams A and B land in the drop zone field. So far, nobody has spotted them. Sue motions a couple of the soldier-agents to secure the area while the rest assemble. As they are getting ready to move out, the perimeter guards spot a Brutopian patrol on foot coming down dirt road. Beamis and Sue decide to terminate the group – but by quiet surprise. If possible Beamis wants at least one survivor to interrogate. Michael is ordered to position himself to cut off the Brutopians retreat in case any try to escape. From concealment the OSS agents pop out and kill all but two fortunate ones who make a break for it.

“We must get back to report that the Americans are here!”

Both of them weren’t looking ahead but behind to see if they were being pursued. Suddenly they ran into a brick wall, a human brick wall.

“What the . . .?” As one of the pair looks up from the ground, a camouflage fatigued Giant is glaring back down at them.

“Where the heck do you two think your going?”

“Jesus!” (he pronounced it hey-zeus) Then whispering-whimpering, “El Grande Hombre!”

“I might not habla mucho español – but you two, ah caballeros are coming with me.”

As he says so he swiftly grabs each one by the front of their combat jackets and hoisted them up effortlessly. Scared to death, they started to mindlessly whimper in low tones. Beamis with two of the other soldier-agents spots Michael.

“Hold on lad! For God’s sake don’t kill them yet, we need to get info out of them.”

“Alright!” Then to the Brutopians, smiling an evil wry smile, “Man o man, are you two lucky . . . for the moment.”

Beamis wants to question them about the current strength of the garrison at the base and other relevant info that was not known by the OSS when the operation was planned. However, the two of them clam up and say nothing.

“Stubborn are we,” observed Beamis, “well, I have a cure for that, a very strong one, indeed . . . Michael . . .”

“Yes?”

Beamis suggests that Michael take over the interrogation process – much to the terrified expressions of their two prisoners. Seemingly, as if instructing him in some of the finer tips of information extraction they stroll to just out of earshot of their pair of Brutopian captives.

“Just don’t kill him,” he confidentially whispered, “but do scare the shit out of the little bugger.”

“Understood,” he replied in a low hush, “I wouldn’t anyway.”

With a nod and sharply pivoting about Michael reproaches the two and with a grim cold stare looks at the more stubborn of the two – dramatically pointing his finger at him.

“Fine – you’re first!”

Grabs him in a flash and lifts him up. Whimpers and moans come from the Brutopian soldier. While the other one stares in white-faced horror as Michael chuckled loudly for psychological effect.

“This is going to be very fun . . . for me, not you, you scum bag. I’m gonna squash and roll you up into a ball. Then your ‘friend’ here will be next.”
Michael takes him into the brush where now unseen loud screams begin to emanate.

“No . . . no no no no . . . Por favor . . . Merced! Aaaaggggggg!”

“Now,” Beamis dryly commented, “you’d better tell us all that you know . . . otherwise.”

The soldier drips sweat but doesn’t answer – in the opinion of Beamis and Sue, this is one tough customer, but it’s just apparent he’s on the verge of breaking. All he needs is a gentle push.

“He’s right,” added Sue, “your fearless leader kidnapped his girlfriend and he’s . . . well, as you can see the big guy is very upset over that fact . . . and I doubt we could stop him from ripping you apart, assuming that we wanted to . . .”

At this disclosure the soldier cracks and spills his guts. He informs them of the troop strength, armor support that is currently based at the facility, and what the garrison’s state of morale is. It turns out that at the present time there’s only three Saladin armored cars for patrols. The heavy armor that was stationed on the base has been moved to Fortaleza Santiago for a monthly maintenance check. The troop transport and attack helicopters are in perfect working order.

Then after telling everything he knows the Brutopian soldier asked Beamis, “Ah, when did the El Grande Hombre – Incredible Hulk join the US military?”

Beamis quickly smirks as a flash of an idea hits him. “Oh! He’s not the Hulk didn’t you notice? No green skin. That’s the Juggernaut.” The soldier’s eyes widen in total fear. “Yup, the unstoppable one. He’s a reformed fellow, haven’t you heard? He works with the X-Men now. Oh! And I almost forgot, Jugs is only the advanced guard. Captain America and Ironman are on their way, too.”

From the brush Michael bellowed, “Can I have the other one yet?”

Beamis laughed, “No, lad. We got what we needed out of this one. Let the poor bugger go.”

“Alright, but remember you asked for it!” Michael chuckled. From out of the brush flies the other Brutopian soldier.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” The soldier screamed as he sailed through the air and hit the soft ground with a THUD!

“Alright you two,” said Beamis, “you’re free to go, so get the heck out of here.”

At first they cannot believe that they aren’t be executed by these people. But quickly before they can change their minds, the one undamaged soldier helps to carry his hurt comrade and off they go on a trot. Both are extremely grateful to be away from the wrathful looking Giant and his friends.

“Why did you let those two go Beamis?” asked Michael.

“Disinformation, lad. IF they actually think you are the Juggernaut it will help to spread fear in the ranks. Rumors are great weapons if used correctly.”

“Good God, did you see the looks on their faces?” Sue remarked. “It was classic. I wish I had a camera with me.”

“How so Beamis? I mean the Juggernaut is a fictional character from the Marvel Comics.”

“Oh, yes that’s true, lad. However, in this country with its controlled media, black-market comic books that are smuggled in and sold in the local zocalo are considered the real news of the outside world. And they do love to read ’em.”

Chapter Twelve

Beamis double-checking the map layout of the compound goes over the incursion plan one more time with the others. Four main buildings, the weapons armory and the helicopter hangers. Plus an odd number of small barracks, motor pool and fuel storage depot. The perimeter fence surrounded the entire complex with only break in it being the main entrance. He orders Group B under the command of Sarah Boyett to go to the far side and set up the diversionary explosive devices and make ready the mortar batteries. She salutes and leads her team off in the general direction of the base. Time passes. Michael and the rest finally receive word by coded signal over the scrambler radio that all is ready.

“Alright after we begin the infiltration of the base, Sarah you begin the attack on the far end. Take out the required targets. Draw as much of their support away from us. Then pull out and head for the airfield. You help Birch and Kurland in securing it.”

“Will do, Beamis,” Sarah confirmed.

Group A, moving under cover of trees and brush swing into a point only a few hundred yards from the main gate of the Black Eagles Nest Research Center. Beamis looks over the place through a pair of binoculars.

“Alright, now how are we going to get in?”

Smiling a devilish smile at Beamis, “Simple I’ll run the gauntlet – and you’ll follow me!”

Michael breaks cover and heading straight for the gate.

“WAIT! Oh crap! There he goes.”

As Michael comes on like a bull, he is quickly spotted by one of the gate guards. The guard levels his FN FAL semi-automatic rifle at the approaching Giant.

“What the . . .? ALTO ALTO!”

He knows in his gut that this Goliath isn’t going to stop. The Sargento in the gate building also seeing the oncoming Michael, rings the command center. On the TV screen, Major d’Este appears.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Sir,” the Sargento reported, “we are under attack.”

“What? What are you talking about? An enemy strike force?”

No a lone person sir, a . . . ah . . . well you’re not going to believe me sir, but he’s a massive Giant of a man. And I swear he’s three meters tall, maybe even more.”

Major d’Este blanches on the TV monitor and whispered, “It’s him.” Then after eternity of a pause, “I believe you. Sargento, you are ordered to stop him at all costs. I will dispatch ground and air armored reinforcements to the gate immediately.”

“Yes sir!” the Sargento replied. Turning to his men, “Open fire on him you fools!”

Then he hits the alarm button and siren starts to wail.

rrrrrrrrrrRRRRHHHHH HHAAAAAAAAAA!

The guards begin to open fire on the approaching Michael.
In automatic reflex, his arm comes up – just like a knight flipping his shield-visor into place to protect his face. A hail of semi-automatic fire begins to rake his huge body – all to no avail as far as the Brutopians are concerned.

**********

“He needs some cover,” commanded Beamis. “OPEN FIRE!”

The OSS agents aim their G3 H&Ks and start to take out the perimeter guards. In the open the unsuspecting Brutopians are clay pigeons. They go down to a man and the firing stops. He also orders Boyett to begin her attack. On signal, Beamis and the others break cover and follow in Michael’s wake. Within half a minute, the group starts to hear the distant whistle of incoming mortar rounds headed for the weapons armory. Flashes of light and explosions can be felt by all – Boyett’s artillery is dead on target. Then almost on cue, she detonated some of the explosive devises at the other end of the base to draw away further ground support.

**********

As soon as Major d’Este in the Black Eagle’s Nest Command Center had disconnected, the incoming mortar shells could be felt. The compound was shaken by the blasts from destruction of the weapons armory.

“What the Hell was that?” asked Major d’Este. “Bombers?”

“No sir,” said one of the Comm officers, “the east side parameter towers are reporting incoming mortar shells from the forest. In addition, explosions are being reported along the edge of the base, could be rocket fire from portable artillery batteries. Evidently the American strike force is well equipped.”

“Get the Havoc attack copters to search and destroy them, get them off the ground now! And send an alert to Fortaleza Santiago that we are under full assault. They are to bring armor support here as fast as possible.”

“Yes sir.”

“In coming message sir – from the Conquistadors Laboratories communications room.”

“El Jefe?” Major d’Este gulped.

“No sir, its Colonel Salazar.”

“Thank God,” thought Major d’Este. He got in front of the two-way TV monitor screen with Colonel Salazar looking right back at him.

“What the Hell is going on Major?” demanded Colonel Salazar. “We can feel the shaking even inside of the Laboratory Building. His Excellency is demanding to know.”

“We are under attack by and American Special Forces strike unit, sir. They seem to be well equipped and are using mortar and rocket fire on us. Their main strike force has already broken in at the main gate. The covering fire . . .”

He stopped for a second. More explosions.

” . . . Is from the eastern side of the base, in the forest.”

“Defend as necessary, you know what to do.”

“Yes sir, but sir from what the Sargento at the gate said just before he was cut off . . . they seem to be lead by or being assisted in this attack by the Giant man, Señor Michael Moray.”

“Oh God,” whispered Colonel Salazar.

**********

Even without being ordered to do so, at the first sign of the attack, the Brutopian pilots were desperately trying to save the Hippo and Havoc helicopters from destruction. As the machines were warming up, they could see the incoming fire getting closer and closer. Smoke and fires were burning all over the eastern side of the complex. The blades begin to rotate fully and combat soldiers were boarding the Hippos. All of them were eager to get back at the enemy. Too late! Another wave of shells started to plummet into the helicopter hangers and the parked aircraft – blowing them apart or damaging them before they could get off the ground. One of the Havoc attack copters was lucky enough to get up in the air – but not for very long or very far – two streaking Stinger missiles came in and destroyed it. The burning wreckage fell from the sky and crashed in a smoldering heap upon the hard ground.

**********

“Sir, we just lost our air support,” reported the Comm officer. “The American artillery has damaged or destroyed the Hippo transports.”

“What about the Havoc attack copters?”

“One was in the process of getting off the ground when a mortar shell blew the tail rotor off. The other one did get up into the air, but was swiftly destroyed by Stinger missiles.”

“Damn, all we have left are the Saladin armored cars.”

At this, more shells could be felt within the base, destroying secondary points of opportunity.

**********

Meantime Michael, without pausing to slow down, grips the security gate and rips it off its wheel mounts. Then he tosses it aside and continues into the compound.

As they are running in Michael’s trail Beamis says in a sigh to no one in particular, “Oh well, there goes the element of surprise.”

“Yeah, but I bet the Brutopians are surprised to death, too,” comments Sue.

Way ahead of the others Michael decides not to stop, but continue deep into the compound – heading for the closest large building. Just as he is approaching the structure, the three Saladin armored cars dispatched by Major d’Este appear from around one the buildings.

“Oh Mary, Mother of Jesus!” exclaimed Lieutenant Pinzon looking through the command view port. “To all units, prepare to open fire.”

“Screw you, I have no time to waste!”

There is no time to charge the oncoming vehicles and stop them with his super strength. They’d cut him down before he got close enough with their 76mm cannons. Instead, he pulls the Panzertot Recoilless-rocket Launcher out of the holster on his back, aims it at the closest Saladin. He squeezed the trigger and the weapon fires.

“Eat this and digest it – if you can.” He said aloud.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWW WWWWWSSSSSSSSHHHHHH KA-BOOOOM!

The armored car is reduced to a burning and black smoking pyre of slag scrap metal.

Then sights on another. Fires again.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWW WWWWWSSSSSSSSHHHHHH KA-BOOOOM!

The second armored car is blown apart.

Aiming at the third, gunfire suddenly breaks out from his right side quadrant. More Brutopian soldiers heading for the gate have arrived and began shooting at him but to no effect. At least forty men he estimates – swiftly ejecting the clip he slams in another – this one loaded with anti-personal warheads. Turning the Panzertot at the group and with his large finger on the trigger, he takes careful aim.

“Hasta la vista, you bastards! I’m the Black Knight and I’m gonna kill you all, no prisoners!”

Through the range finder, scope Michael sees most of them turn white faced, some even stop shooting. Then he opens fire.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWW WWWWWSSSSSSSSHHHHHH KA-BOOOOM!

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWW WWWWWSSSSSSSSHHHHHH KA-BOOOOM!

The few not killed out right, flee in terror. Michael hears screams from the exiting survivors.

“It’s the loco Yankee Juggernaut, run for you lives!”

“Run El Grande Hombre!”

“He’ll kill us all!”

The smoke clears as he watches them run away.

Michael’s only thought is, “No more problem.”

Then he turns his attention back to the remaining Saladin. Which now has had enough time to work its way around the ruined remains of the other two armored cars. Pinzon and his crew don’t hesitate, but start firing at him with their 76mm gun.

BOOOOM!

Michael leaps and hits the ground. The fire hits close enough that he feels the ground debris from the misses hitting near him.

“Oh shit! Big problem. I’m one huge target.”

“You moron! Get him get him! Fire Fire!” shouted Lieutenant Pinzon to the gunner.

“For such a El Grande Hombre sir, he moves like a cat.”
BOOOOM!

“Thank God that type of car is manual loading.” Michael comments.

From his prone position he then aims at his approaching tormentor and squeezes the trigger – even if its still loaded for anti-personal, it will distract the crew long enough until he can change over to anti-armor ordnance.

CLICK

“What the . . .?”

CLICK CLICK CLICK

“Oh, crap! It must have been damaged by the near misses.”

“Now we have him, fire!” shouted Lieutenant Pinzon.

BOOOOM!

Michael gets up in a bound, dirt debris falling all around him. He ducks for cover behind a building corner.

BOOOOM!

Chunks of brick, cement, and concrete fly off the corner – a near miss. He feels the grit smack his backside. He continues down the side of the building and goes diagonal to the neighboring building structures. There Michael stops, holds up and pulls out his Comm unit.

“Hey Beamis,” he said, “where the Hell are you?”

“Just leaving the main gate, lad. You left us behind in your haste to take them on single-handed. Now more importantly where are you?”

“Up the road a bit. You’ll catch up soon enough. Just look for the burning armored cars.”

“WHAT?”

“Yes, I took two out. I’m going to take out the third as well, but my gun is damaged, I think.”

“How the Hell are you going to take an armor car out without the launcher? Wait for us we will be there in few minutes.”

“No, time is wasting. Yolanda needs me.” Michael then spots a nearby wooden telephone/light pole. “Hmmm? Well I think I just spotted a big enough stick to use.”

“Oh no, I’m afraid to ask what, but knowing you I won’t.”

“Hey don’t worry, Beamis. See you soon.”

Michael then re-strapped the Panzertot and waited patiently for the Saladin to pass.

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Chapter Seven

Seeing that Michael’s hands are too large to use normal sized firearms, the armaments master, Number Ten decides to issue him an American made Westfield – Model Mk2 Panzertot 50mm four shot anti-armor/personal recoilless-rocket launcher. From long nights reading about history and various weapons the device looked like a Swedish Carl-Gustaf recoilless-rocket launcher on steroids. Number Ten and his assistant Robert Douglass demonstrate to Michael and Beamis how the weapon works.

“It’s a great improvement over their earlier Mk1 two shot model. After all their company motto is: ‘We always strive to deliver you a bigger Ka-Boom for your Bucks.’ See here, it has a capacity for carrying various projectiles.”

Michael and Beamis follow him over to the underground firing range nearby. They put on ear protection headgear. Number Ten continues the instructive lecture taking recoilless-rocket launcher into the firing range area.

“In this case, Anti-armor such as that one-inch metal plate that Robert is setting up. By the way gentlemen, never have anyone standing directly behind you when using this weapon. Remember, safety first.”

“Alright, I’m clear sir.”

“Very good.”

Number Ten replies and levels the weapon, aims, and then fires.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWW WWWWWSSSSSSSSHHHHHH KA-BOOOOM!

A gaping hole was charred through it.

“It has a computer aided range finder, all weather scope and laser sights. This recoilless-rocket launcher weapon has some real loving craftsmanship built into it.”

“But what about if I get pinned down . . .”

” . . . By unfriendlies, no problem my young sir. Flip this switch here and you change to the other projectile cartridge clip. In this case I just happened to load that one with Anti-personal rounds – HE with shrapnel heads. Like a super-shot gun. Based on the laser, the range to target information is fed to the computer. The projectile is fired and explodes at the critical preprogrammed set distance with devastating effect.”

He aims and fires at another target – a group of mannequin soldiers previously set up by Douglass.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWW WWWWWSSSSSSSSHHHHHH KA-BOOOOM!

Instantly they disintegrated into powder.

“Excellent, just what every patriotic Second Amendment loving American needs for close quarters home defense. No need to call the police afterwards, just get the mop and pail out.”

Ignoring Beamis’s quip, Number Ten hands the launcher to Michael. In his hands and with his size it looks more like a small 22-caliber rifle.

“It’s very easy to operate. So simple a child . . . or in your case Mr Moray, a Giant can use it. Remember what I showed you. How to aim, operate and load. Now you go practice with it under Mr Douglass’s supervision. Make certain of the round you have prepared for the target to be hit.”

During the hour of dry fires, then some live target practice under the guidance of Douglass, both men found they got along very well and discovered they had some mutual interests. Michael discovered, like himself, Robert had from the time he was a teenager liked and loved athletically built females. And was in fact engaged to one of the female OSS agents – a mini-Amazon by the name of Sue. Michael could see how much the young man was in love with the lady. He confessed to having a hard time putting on much size, to which Michael was very sympathetic and said as much. By the time Robert had to go, they had started to become friends and agreed to continue some of the discussions when there was more time.

With the drilling practice done, he too, left the room to do a bit of exploring. It would help to keep his mind off his worries about Yolanda. As he was going down the hallway leading from the Weapons Section, Michael looked into a room off to the side. To all appearances the area looked like a cross between a museum, a library and a weapons archive armory. Being the type who loved history, books and museums as well as weapons, he went through the doorway to look the place over. No one was in sight, but everything was well lighted and immaculately clean. Michael spotted a historic display where there were swords, spears, armor and other outré weapons. This appearing to be the oldest material, he walked over to look at them more closely.

As he was looking over the display and reading some of the plaques, Michael saw an oversized battleaxe. Its deadly design incorporated two wide sharp edges and was topped off with a long pointed stiletto for ramming into an opponent. The jet-black blade was mounted on a long wooden shaft with a two handed, steel wire grip. Michael felt odd looking at it for it was as though a magnetic force radiating from its deadly beauty was drawing him closer – calling to him. Slowly he moved closer, within an arm’s length. With his careful eye, Michael estimated that its weight has to be at least an impossible 100-125 pounds. Who could have used such a heavy weapon?

Experimentally Michael took it from the rack and as he did so, just for a second he felt a mild electrical impulse, as though it was alive. Then it was gone. Must have been static energy, he thought. In his hands of course, it was as light as a feather and strangely felt like a part of him that had been missing all his life was now restored. Or perhaps, weird as it sounded, a thought passed through his mind. Not from himself, but something that had been missing from this object, the right kind of person to use it once more in the cause of justice.

Beamis noticing him from the doorway, laughed softly, “I see you have found our library and historical weapons exhibit. That one you have in your hands is axe of Morgan, the Black Knight of Avalon. It wasn’t easy to find but here it’s had a very safe home for over fifty years.”

“Who? I’ve never heard of him,” Michael said coming out of his reverie and turning to face Beamis.

“Not many have today,” replied Beamis walking up to him. “Morgan, the Black Knight was a mysterious chap who was a hero to many peoples in many lands about a 1000 years ago. With his companion, the Lady Tara, they fought for the right against all sorts of evil. According to the legends, he was a large powerful man like yourself.” He paused, then corrected his statement at Michael incredulous look. “Well not quite as large as you, Michael. However, he was larger then normal, too. However, looking at you holding it there, the axe looks like it was made for you.”

“Perhaps it was,” Michael commented aloud, “and now its time has come once more – to serve and protect – with a new master.”

“But this is modern era, not the medieval and jousting is a bit out of style these days.”

“I’m going use on the people who took Yolanda. When I’m done with them, they’re going look like the leftovers from a Ginsu ad.”

“I think given a choice, they’ll prefer bullets to being sliced and diced.”

“Frank, you said OSS needed a covert name for me – what did you have in mind?”

“Well, since you seem to have taken on his mantel, figuratively speaking – or perhaps it you, how about the Black Knight?”

“Sound just fine to me – in fact,” he broke out into an roguish smile, “I would insist upon it.”

“I’m not even going to question why you are looking that way, I think I already know the answer.”

Just then, an announcement was carried over the Intercom – a feminine monotone of a voice requesting their attendance in the Strategic Planning Room Two. With Beamis in the lead, the pair of them exited the Library and headed off in the direction of the scheduled conference.

Chapter Eight

When they entered the Strategic Planning Room an assembly of khaki clad OSS agents was there waiting to greet them. The group of officers consisted of two females and four males.

“This is Major Sue Wagner. She’s one of our best field operatives and will be my second in command for this mission.”

With a start, he realized that this lady must be Douglass’s fiancée. To Michael’s experienced eye, as Douglass had said, Sue was most definitely into physical culture in a major way. Sue’s clothing stretched erotically over her broad shoulders, deep chest, thick arms and legs. Physically he felt like Redwood tree towering over her blonde haired 5′-2″ – 150 pound body.”

“Hello there big guy!”

Sue had her head tilted back looking up at him. Michael blushed at her obvious appreciation of his physique. With her eyes sparkling and perky disposition she continued to tease him.

“They must grow ’em big where you come from.”

“Oh yes, Miss.”

Not certain what he should say about the Formula, Michael decided to cover, though he doubted anybody here would believe him.

“It’s – ah, something in the water, I think. My Lady Yolanda is much the same.”

“Wow!” Sue exclaimed. “I got to get some of that for my boyfriend, he could really use it – me too.” Then whispering confidentially, “Beamis explained it to me earlier so don’t concern yourself, I won’t spread it around.” She winked.

Beamis then introduces Michael to a 5′-10″ tall, 190 pound, handsome athletically built man. “This serious looking fellow is Marcus Devereux also known around here as the Demolition Man.”

“Why is that?” Michael asked.

“Because my large friend, I love to blow up things.” Devereux answered with a chuckle.

“Ah yes,” commented Beamis, “for him – paraphrasing the movie Apocalypse Now – he loves the smell of C-4 in the morning. It smells like victory.”

“Oh come on now Beamis, surely you’ve gotten over that accident in the Congo by now?”

“Like Hell Marc, you ruined a perfectly good and very expensive three piece suit. I still haven’t gotten the stink out of it!”

Beamis then continued to introduce some of the others – Alfred (Al) Kaiser the medical tech, Sarah Boyett leader of Group B, Charles Birch leader of Group C, and William Kurland his second in command of Group C. With the introductions completed, Beamis then took a pointer and begun the briefing to explain their parts in the mission.

“People, this operation has been code-named: The Big Stick. And this, ladies and gentlemen, shall be the target of its fury.”

A miniature scale diorama of a Brutopian base was on display in front of them. The detail was extraordinarily accurate, right down to the uniformed soldiers guarding the main gate.

“It’s called The Black Eagles Nest Research Center. We are fortunate in that it’s a scientific base and not a full military one. Other then the standard military garrison, with a few armored cars and some helicopters, its main armor support would be from the nearby Fortaleza Santiago, which are several miles away. We will parachute in two groups, Group C will drop here under the command of Birch and Kurland and will secure the nearby De Soto airfield. Groups A and B under my command will be dropped here.”

The spot Beamis pointed to was an open field a few miles from the base. The area of the drop zone was well concealed by the hilly landscape and forested terrain. Being out of line of sight of the installation also was a major bonus. A nearby dirt road ran through site in the direction of the facility.

“We will make our way to the Black Eagles Nest Base. After separating, the two groups will approach the base from opposite sides. Group A will penetrate the installation from the west. Group B, along with the portable mortar artillery to be used, you will set up diversionary explosives all long the far eastern end of the compound to draw any support units away. When Group A is ready to crash the gate; this building here is the weapons armory of the base. Group B, you will target your mortars on the structure and destroy it. However, you’d better be fast, your second target is the helicopter hangers. From our current Intel by satellite photography, there are currently four Mi-8 Hippo troop transports and two Mi-28 Havoc attack helicopters. They must be destroyed; especially the Gunships or we will all be toast. If you miss, do not hesitate for a moment. Use the two hand-held Stinger missile launchers we will be taking with us. For Group A, our main goal is this building.”

Beamis pointed at a large structure near the center of the base within a group of similar looking buildings. They all were of stone and concrete construction.

“These are the Conquistadors Laboratories. We will take out any personal in our way. The most important goal for us is the recovery of Miss Yolanda, we need her alive at all costs. Re-taking the stole Super Soldier Formula and Morphing software is the secondary goal. If the Formula or Morphing software has been compromised, and most likely they have, we have been ordered to destroy the material along with the laboratories – totally.”

“What about El Jefe?” asked Birch.

“Hmmm,” Beamis thoughtfully ruminated, “El Jefe, also known as Juan Diego the Presidente and Comandante of Brutopia has been on our ‘better dead’ list for quite a while, so this operation gives us the excuse to take care of him. The orders are terminate him and any involved in this mess. All high command officers, scientists and other technicians – no survivors, period!”

Kurland said, “I see how we get into Brutopia, but what about support armor units from Fortaleza Santiago? Once we attack, they’ll be screaming for help.”

“And not to mention how do we get out without being shot down by their air force?” added Birch.

“Ah, I was waiting for someone to ask that. Very good gentlemen.” Beamis smiled a knowing smile. “Number One has conferred with President Thompson and he has agreed that the Super Soldier Formula in the hands of El Jefe constitutes a major national security threat. So the good men and women of the US Navy and Air Force are going to be in the process of destroying the Brutopian Air Force and their air bases about three hours after with hit dirt. By the time they are through there won’t be a Piper Cub of the Brutopian Air Force fit to fly. They will also strike at armor depots such as Fortaleza Santiago, SAM Batteries and radar installations. The air wings will consist of B-1s and B-2s of the Air Force launched from the continental US – combined with F-14s, F-18s, A-6E Intruder bombers and EA-6B Prowler electronic warfare planes from the USS Theodore Roosevelt carrier task force. Our forces will have complete control of the air space over Brutopia for the duration of this operation.”

“You weren’t kidding about called this operation The Big Stick,” chuckled Sue.

“We really are going to clean El Jefe’s clock before this is over.”

“Indeed my lady, Brutopia will learn it’s not good idea to fuck with the Colossus of the North – but remember we are on our own as to the ground mission.”

Chapter Nine

After a flight of several hours, the Brutopian 747 transport lands at the De Soto military airfield near the Black Eagle’s Nest scientific research installation. Colonel Salazar, Major d’Este and the surviving troops from the mission disembark from the plane. The stolen materials are carried from the aircraft to be loaded aboard a convoy of waiting trucks. Yolanda is carefully removed on a stretcher handled by six men. The medic had covered her with a blanket, which barely concealed the size of her large muscular body. Upon reaching the ground, they gratefully transferred the heavy body to a waiting reinforced gurney, which they moved into a military ambulance. Inside the control tower, Colonel Salazar is reporting by secure telephone to El Jefe.

“As per your orders sir, we remained in radio silence. The mission had some – ah, unforeseen problems but we accomplished it regardless.”

“Excellent,” replied the excited voice of El Jefe – Juan Diego on the telephone.

“I and Dr Roland Von Holzner will be awaiting you at Black Eagles Nest Research Center. Bring everything to the Conquistadors main laboratory building.”

“Very well sir.”

The trucks drive from the airport on the road to the main gate of the base. Colonel Salazar’s convoy goes through security checks, are cleared and passed through. At a building marked with a sign – Conquistadors R&D – the trucks stop. Men waiting in front help the others getting out of the trucks to unload and move the stolen equipment into the building. Yolanda, still in a drugged stupor is removed from the military ambulance and the gurney is then wheeled through the steel security doors into the laboratory building entrance. Many of the soldiers and technicians comment in awe, aloud and in whispers, about the size of Yolanda. The term La Grande Hembra was mentioned more then once as they passed by the crowd. The group lead by Colonel Salazar goes down a long hallway. At the end of corridor is a second security door. Unlike the first one into the building, this barrier looks more like the door from a bank vault. The entourage then passes into the main laboratory where El Jefe, Dr Roland Von Holzner and the medical technical staff are waiting.

“This is her?” asked El Jefe.

“Yes, El Jefe. She is the one you have sought. Señorita Yolanda Kochalski.”
Colonel Salazar confirmed – as he does so he pulls the cover off her body.

“She’s a huge Amazon!” exclaimed El Jefe in awe. “I never expected her to be this enhanced, look at the size of her . . . she must be over two meters tall.”

“Yes, El Jefe and strong as an elephant, this was the – ah, unforeseen problem I mentioned. She was quite a handful to suppress even with over sixty men at my disposal.”

“No doubt, no doubt,” said El Jefe in amazement.

“Ya, a Valkyrie she is,” remarked Dr Roland von Holzner, the German Scientist.

“Which proves that the American Formula and the transformation process works well beyond our hopes. Not just a physical improvement, but a full physique enhancement to a superior human form.”

“What are her physical stats?” asked a still astonished El Jefe.

Dr Holzner answered, “As per my request to Colonel Salazar, the basic measures taken just before the flight show her to be 7′-3″ in height and with an approximate weight of 600 pounds. She is so far above the normal expected levels for a mature female that I would have to classify her as superhuman, ya.”

“Well, I suppose its time to revive her. Do it, Dr Holzner,” commanded El Jefe.

“Yes, Mein Leader.”

Dr Holzner motions to the waiting medical technical staff. They carefully pick up Yolanda from the gurney and transfer her to a specially built examination table. They removed the two-inch steel bands from her arm and legs, but locked new ones specially built into the table across her body. Smaller five-inch ones lock her arms and legs in place. Seven-inch thicker ones are placed across her neck, chest, waist and pelvis. Finally, with them in place, her body is totally immobilized. With Yolanda now safely secured, Dr Holzner takes a hypodermic injector gun from a medical technician filled with a counter agent to the sedative.

“Hmmm, there,” Dr Holzner quietly commented. “It will only take a minute or two for her to awaken.”

“She won’t be able to break free?” asked Colonel Salazar.

“Nein nein. A complete fool I am not. Within the injection there is a strong muscle relaxant, she will be conscious but not able to fully use her super strength. In addition, the examination table is made of reinforced steel and titanium. With those thick steel bonds holding her immobilized, she will have no leverage to work with either.”

“I wouldn’t be too certain about that if I were you, Señor Doctor,” Colonel Salazar growled at him. “I just hope you are right. You’ve not yet seen her in action -”

Slowly at first, Yolanda regains consciousness. Fully awake she angrily struggles at the restraining five and seven-inch steel bonds – but being so weakened by the muscle relaxant, it’s to no avail.

“See, as I said Colonel, nothing to worry about,” Dr Holzner smirked in confidence. “Maybe she strong as an elefant, but as long as the muscle relaxant is active she is of no threat.”

El Jefe in a teasing tone observes, “Careful you might hurt yourself. And I couldn’t have that, now could I, my dear.”

“Where am I and who the Hell are you?” Yolanda angrily snapped.

“Watch you mouth Señorita,” advised Colonel Salazar. “You are in the presence of El Jefe Juan Diego the Presidente and Comandante of Brutopia for life. You are at his total command and under control. You would do yourself a favor and will be polite, as young ladies should when in the presence of men.”

“Now, Colonel, your zeal is commendable, but I think the Señorita is highly intelligent and will cooperate with us. Won’t you be my child?” El Jefe said soothingly.

“Depends,” answered Yolanda in a suspicious tone. “What do you want?”

“Access to the information you have regarding about the Super Soldier Formula – its creation and implementation on Human subjects, such as yourself.”

In a tired and resigned voice Yolanda remarked, “I guess I don’t have to ask why . . .”

“No problem,” said El Jefe – his voice persuasive, “I will explain – the western world desperately needs order and unity against the new threats and challenges facing it in this 21st Century of ours. The so-called victorious confederation of the nations of America and Western Europe who toppled the Union of Soviets only a few decades ago have become corrupt, decadent and impotent – and barring a divinely-sent miracle are now beyond any salivation. Politically, they are incapable of ruthlessly dealing with the growing peril from Islamic fundamentalism and worse, the grave threat posed by the rising military-industrial superpower strength of China.”

“I’m not impressed – or by your thumbnail analysis of America, especially.”

“You should – the United States is a nation of only 300 million, by contrast mainland China is one of well over one billion – and increasing in numbers despite all the attempts at birth control to curb it. Unlike the rapidly industrializing Germany of the 19th Century who had similar problems of increasing population growth, she only wanted colonies for raw materials to sustain its existence. China on the other hand will need – and will demand – vast tribute in the form of food in order to feed their expanding population. If they are refused, as they naturally will be – for what nation would allow its people to starve to death in favor of another – they will take it by military conquest. Someone must be a potent counterbalance to stop them – in that light I plan to offer to the peoples of the Amero-European world what it needs most at this time – a New Order. With a vast army transformed to your level of super empowerment – no one will dare threaten us. At first, it we shall allow those who want to join me to do so, peacefully – while those nations foolish enough to resist . . . well, they’ll be forced into our New Order. If you help me, you will have an most honored place on my staff of Superhumans – even be appointed to the rank of a ruling Governor over one the conquered nations of my unified Amero-European empire.”

“Hmmm,” Yolanda wryly commented, “suppose I turn down your cozy offer, what then?”

“If you are so foolish to say no to my very generous offer and decide to resist . . . well, after I get what information I want extracted from you, I might let you live . . . as my personal breeder.”

“Well then shorty, you have my answer as of now . . . you can civilly and politely, go to Hell – furthermore, I am personally going take great pleasure in ripping off your pitiful manhood before I shove it down your throat.”

At this rebuff, he slapped Yolanda in the face – a maniacally fury in his eyes now.

“You don’t even look like a real woman – you’re a muscle-bound . . . slut!”

“Well then,” she replied – coldly, “if you can only get it up with weak and helpless women then you aren’t much a real man.”

Before he can properly respond to her insulting taunt a nervous looking technician with a clipboard in hand respectfully asks to interrupt the proceedings. With a nod from El Jefe, the man swiftly confers with them – explaining that although they’ve been able to install the software a sophisticated form of encryption is protecting the program. Worse, a dire warning is flashing on the main monitor prompting the user to supply a physical instillation key – unstated is whether this is a password or another disk. This development only further infuriates El Jefe – already seething at Yolanda for her blatant refusal to cooperate and the questioning of his manhood. Brusquely dismissing the man, he turns about – seemingly contained in his expression – gazing at the smugly smiling Yolanda who has overheard every word.

“I want the access to the computer you bitch! And I want it now!”

“Up yours, you creep – besides,” she smirked, “I don’t know the protocols anymore, but my Michael does. It’s so that scum as you could never get hold of it. I’d hate to be in your shoes, you bastards – when he gets here he’s going to make you very sorry indeed. He’s very big and very strong – in fact, he’s far stronger then I am. It’s something I made damned certain of when I used the Super Soldier Formula on him.”

El Jefe moves away to have a conference in private with the Dr Roland Von Holzner and Colonel Salazar.

“Who is she talking about? A boyfriend or husband? Did you see anyone with her? And why didn’t you take him as well?”

“No, El Jefe she was alone,” explained Colonel Salazar. “As it was, we had our hands full with just the female. We only learned of the existence of the male after we secured the place. If the male was home too and as enhanced as she is, I shudder to think of what he would have done. At the very least he probably would have reduced us to matchwood.”

“I was going to prepare a preliminary report for you Mein Leader based on the paperwork brought back by the good Colonel,” Dr Holzner reported in a sycophanticish tone. “As a Biochemist, she would be useful to us, a pity she will not be cooperative. From what data I have so far, his field of study is in computers, so she must be telling the truth. Unfortunately, I believe that he will be just as unwilling to cooperate with us.”

“Then we will have to force his cooperation to get access to the secrets of the transformation process. The Señorita is the key to that problem. Being an American, he will be soft when I threaten the life of his woman.”

While they are conferring with El Jefe, Yolanda ponders and analyzes her predicament.

“No way are these bastards going to hold me like this. Hmmm, that Nazique Doctor said something about a muscle relaxant so cannot use my super strength at this point. The poor dears don’t understand that the enhancement also super improved our immune systems. We don’t get sick for very long – and drugs or chemicals in time become neutralized.”

Yolanda carefully observes the way her body is restrained. The five and seven-inch steel bonds are keeping her immobilized, the table is made of reinforced steel and titanium.

“I cannot move but I can still flex my muscles. It should be possible to stretch the bonds ever so subtlety as my super strength slowly restores – metal fatigue will free me. I wonder what would happen if combined it with my fully expanded chest or contract my abs to sit up? It will be something to try. Must be careful though. But when I get unfettered, El Jefe and especially that Colonel Salazar are going to be very sorry, indeed.”

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Chapter Four

As the last truck turned the far corner and out of sight, Michael’s Humvee pulled up from the opposite direction to the front of the gym. Upon seeing the smashed and broken doors, the happy joyful smile fell from his face like a rockslide.

“Oh my God! What the Hell happened?” He said in shock.

Leaping in a single movement, his huge body moving swiftly through the shattered doorway and entering the registration area.

“Yolanda! Where are you?”

There is no sign of her. Michael notices that oddly there is very little damage inside. He moves past the desk and toward the hallway into the gymnasium proper. There he spots the blowtorch damaged and fully open doors.

“The basement!”

Muttering half in fear and half in hope, trying to convince himself that she must be here, but not believing it either.

“She’s fine . . . she’ll be fine . . . she’s got to be . . .”

Upon Michael’s reaching the bottom and seeing the wrecked apartment not sparing a second and like a maddened predator, racing around the basement looking for a sign of her – any sign of her. However, seeing only smashed partitions, the scraps of military fatigues on the floor, scattered pools of blood, a bloody weight plate and a barbell – his worse fears are now a nightmare in reality. All the while terrible thoughts permeate his very thoughts – what happened, is she all right – and most importunately where is she? Finally, completing his circuit of the apartment he is back at the starting point near the stairwell once more.

Outwardly, tears start to form while from deep within his massive frame a flame has been kindled like no other he had ever felt in his life – a combination of soul sick grief and a burning fury. As though a switch has been thrown, he can only feel unadulterated anger at the person or persons responsible for doing this vile act. To pick on him would be one thing – daring to hurt the light, the love of his life – that is totally beyond the pale.

“I will save you, Yolanda. No matter what the distance, no matter the cost, no matter what – I will find you.”

With his hands gripped into tight fists the nails biting into the inside of his hands, the anger boils within him. Like some ancient warrior, a consensus begins to build within him – not for justice, but for revenge. Feeling the unadulterated wrath, angrier then he, the good-natured Michael ever thought he could possibly feel – like a simmering volcano. Righteous outrage was one thing, but letting his fury consume him was out of the question and he must control his passion, if possible. This is no time to go on a Hulk-like berserker rage – Yolanda was counting upon him. He must suppress his heated passion in favor of a rational course of action . . . but what, who, why and where to start?

“Quite a mess you have down here, lad.”

He turns in a flash to the source. In the shadows of the partly lit stairway, there is a man in a suit.

“Who are you? Where is she? You’d better talk or I’ll . . .”

“Hold on a moment! I didn’t do this! I’m one of the good guys!”

In fear, the man begins to back up a bit, but Michael is much faster. In a couple of strides, he is towering over him glaring at the stranger.

“Well if you didn’t, identify yourself then. And show some ID too!”

Beamis slowly pulls out a wallet from an inside coat pocket.

“Colonel Frank Beamis – Special Operations Agent for the Office of Strategic Services. Here’s my ID. Take a look for yourself.”

“Thank you, I will!”

Michael still in a surly mood takes the ID wallet from the stranger. Looking at it closely, it seems to be authorized official governmental issue and fully legit. The picture matches the dark haired, six-foot tall, 200 pound, athletically built stranger. Satisfied the snaps the wallet shut and returns it. Beamis puts it back into the inside coat pocket.

“Alright, for the moment I’ll believe you are who you say you are. That still doesn’t mean you aren’t responsible!”

Michael instantly grabs Beamis’s suit with one hand and bodily picks him up with one arm. Beamis is shocked at the speed of this Giant. Michael is inconceivably fast, like nothing Beamis expected from such an extremely huge man.

Whoa, put me down!”

“Not until you prove to me you aren’t responsible! And you’d better talk, too! I ain’t exactly in a very happy camper mood just now!”

“Well I’m not. Besides, if I were responsible I would not be foolish enough to still waiting for you to come home. In addition, I wouldn’t have done it so sloppily. Very unprofessional.”

“Alright then Mr Know-It-All, who did?”

“A Brutopian Special Forces Kommando Unit did, that’s who. Now lad, will you please put me down. You’re going to ruin my suit!”

As the shock sets in, Michael instinctively knows Beamis is telling him the truth. At this, he gently puts the man down.

“You mean that fascist South American country that sports a double headed eagle as the national symbol?”

As he straightens his expensive suit, Beamis replied, “And in one taloned claw, the sword of tyranny and the other claw, the ball and chain of slavery. Yes, quite correct. Those people took Miss Yolanda. Your damn lucky lad, this suit is tailor made and set me back a small fortune.”

Beamis can see that Michael is in an angry, hurt and bewildered emotional state. He knows that winning the trust of this Giant is of supreme importance or all will be lost. Not only for Michael and his great love, Yolanda, but also the world as well should El Jefe succeed in his goal. He must be honest and forthright in dealing with him.

“How do you know this?” Michael said, as in the tone of someone who’s had all the power taken out of him.

“OSS section has had you and Miss Yolanda under surveillance for some time now.”

“I always thought the OSS was the CIA.”

“No we’re not them . . . have ever seen Mission Impossible on TV?”

Michael nods an affirmative.

“As such, we are held in reserve for just those sorts of tasks. You must come with me, for only with our assistance will you be able to save her.”

Although suspicious, Michael acquiesces to Beamis’s request.

“I’ll come along. But if you’re stringing me . . .”

“Don’t worry I’m not.” Beamis said.

Chapter Five

As they leave the gymnasium, Michael doesn’t say much and Beamis is content to leave it that way for the time being. After getting into the parked Humvee, the pair of them drove the several miles distance that it took to reach the downtown area of Chicago. The traffic was still light for this major United States urban area. Beamis directs Michael towards the entrance of a parking garage for some investment outfit called the Utopian Research Associates – Your Best Bond to a Secure Future, call us today for a prospectus! Once they’re inside of the structure, they drive toward an automobile elevator that is supposedly under repair – the truth is its far from out of order. Only after putting his hand against a flat panel and running a holographic engraved ID card through a lock, do the doors close behind them. From the sensation, he can tell they are not going up, but down, way down below the street surface. Observing the floor numbers as they light up and pass only confirms it.

“Quite a bomb shelter you have.”

“Yes, it is – by the way get ready as my people have detected the fact I am not alone.”

“Don’t worry Beamis, I’ll behave myself.”

When the elevator doors open they hear a siren going off. Posted behind steel and concrete reinforced bulletproof pillboxes are two dozen-armed security guards. Michael sees they have their 9mm Heckler & Koch MP5 Sub-Machine guns ready and aimed at them. The Captain in charge orders them from the vehicle and they comply. Beamis calmly explains himself and his unauthorized “large friend.” After a recheck of his ID and confirmation from their superiors, they are both cleared to enter the underground complex. An armed security guard asks Michael to let him take the Humvee. Michael quietly acquiesces and the man takes the vehicle away to be parked in another part of the complex. Four other heavily armed guards escort them – two in front, two in back – to the head of the Office of Strategic Services.

As they walk down the corridors Beamis explains to Michael that the Chief of Section is only called Number One. At Michael’s mystified look, Beamis explains this is true of all the heads of the various departments throughout the OSS Section organization. For security reasons when you become a Chief they take away your name and give you a number for your own protection and your immediate family’s as well. They go through the reception area, check with the secretary officer, and then go into the office. Number One to Michael’s astonishment looks like Charlton Heston with a graybeard and an eye-patch. His voice sounds like him, too! He explains that Dr Alexander Kochalski, indirectly worked for them.

“We had hoped she would carry on his research. After a while it seemed she just wanted to hang on to the equipment as a caretaker, which was fine by us. So we lowered our surveillance, Colonel Beamis here had the job for this rotation.”

Michael turns to Beamis and said angrily, “Why the Hell didn’t you stop them?”

Then turning to Number One, “Or have proper security? You knew she had the Formula and all the equipment to use it.”

Number One said, “As for security, Mr Moray, she was secure. We covered her past quite well. Or so we thought until now. If we had put armed guards all around you two it would have been a dead give away to someone such as El Jefe. You would be surprised that in our kind of work how often hiding in plain sight is overlooked.”

In frustration Beamis exploded, “Shoot man! I was alone and the Brutopians had a full Kommando Unit. Besides I though you would get home in time and turn them into dust. As it was however, your girlfriend all but did that herself.”

“Yes, I saw the mess. Yolanda can be a real terror if she gets riled. Once when a guy took a swing at Yolanda, she was really ticked off. She picked the guy up by one arm and shook him unconscious before tossing him bodily out the door.”

“What caused this ah, gentleman to do that?” asked an interested Number One.

“Well sir, the gentleman in question was one of those types who are intimated by strong, smart and sexy females. In his attempt to put her down, he commented that she didn’t look like a real woman. So muscular that she wasn’t in any way feminine, of course everyone present knew that was a damned lie. You could have heard a pin drop in the gym. So she counter-insulted the fellow’s supposed manhood in very creative way. She said, ‘No problem, think what you will, but you me bucko have the real problem . . . because your penis is too small for even a dwarf-sized female.’ He then exploded. The bastard was just damn lucky Yolanda just tossed him out – I was about ready to push him into the ground.”
Number One then had an extremely satisfied look to him, to Michael’s way of thinking, like he was actually proud of Yolanda. Damned odd – considering he’d never met her. Michael decided to ignore this for the moment.
Michael asked, “How the Hell did El Jefe track her down if you covered Yolanda’s tracks so well?”

“We are still trying to find that part out, but we believe that once he knew about the existence of the Formula he spent whatever it took to find her. A very stubborn man as well as a megalomaniac.”

“But I would have thought you’d have boundless resources, this should have been nothing for you to cover.”

“We’re a small organization – analogous to a single rapier, right now we are being stretched for manpower. Currently we are ruining the chances of a certain Middle Eastern country, . . .”

At this point Beamis looks at Number One who does a 5mm nod to go ahead and continue.

” . . . The Islamic People’s Republic of Irant to gaining atomics. If we don’t stop them Israel will turn that country and the oilfields there into an extra large radioactive glowing parking lot – most defiantly not fit for mall shopping.”

“Excuse me, but how do you know that?”

Number One replied matter-of-factly, “They told us in no uncertain terms do sometime about it or we will. That’s one thing about the Israelis. They are blunt, to the point, and don’t piss around when they do a job. They do it right the first time out of the box. At the first sign that Irant’s ICBM system is nearly ready, Israel will launch an all out, no holes barred, nuclear attack against Irant. And probably a few other Islamic countries to just make the point that they, and they alone, are going to be the nuclear big shot in that area of the world.”

“We are getting sidetracked here. If you guys aren’t going to do something about getting Yolanda back . . . I will and I don’t piss around either! And somewhat I hold you people partially responsible for what has happened. I know you did what you thought best, but sometimes the best of intentions produce the worst of results. And this most definitely is one of those times.”

“Yes, I know. I know all to well and more then you can possibly realize just yet, Mr Moray. Rest assured we will help you to get Miss Yolanda back.”

Again, Michael looks at him for more, but nothing more came. So again, he lets it ride for the time.

“Alright, the bottom line is with the library of compact disks they can install the morphing software into their system. However, unless they place a certain access diskette when prompted for it, the program will remain encrypted on their system, useless to them. I seriously doubt that Yolanda would willingly tell them. She’ll plead ignorance – and claim that only I know the correct protocols to finish the final installation of the program.”

Number One nodded, “You’re intimately familiar with the program, so I believe you. In a way that is good. El Jefe goals will be thwarted – for the time being. But that doesn’t mean he cannot reverse engineer the software or learn the passcode. We must get Miss Yolanda back, recover the captured Formula and the Morphing software. Or if necessary destroy it.”

Beamis said, “Not everyone is as ethical with such power as you or Yolanda. El Jefe is a madman and wants to use the Formula to breed a master race, with himself as Emperor. With such a army of supermen and superwomen at his command he will be able to conquer and rule a large section the world.”

“Just out of curiosity, from where did he first find out about the Super Soldier Formula Project?”

“A bureaucratic asshole at the National Archives had a general outline history of Dr Kochalski’s early work. The fool approved a FOIA request to a person who just happened to be an Intel agent of El Jefe. The same agent was also responsible in a bungled attempt at kidnapping Dr Kochalski. That how he bought the farm in that so-called car crash. We arrived too late for the good Dr Kochalski’s sake, but we did liquidate the fellow who was responsible. However, he had already forwarded the info by fax to El Jefe. A day late and a dollar short. That’s how these things usually happen.”

After a moments silence by all three, Number One continued, “At this time, however -” Number One now looking at a computer display mounted on his desk, a list scrolled past and stops. “I can only supply you with a minimum team. Colonel Beamis here, an explosives expert, a medic, and forty other agents in support. That the best I can do at this time. We will insert you and the others into Brutopia by air drop from a twice weekly Hercules transport that goes to Brazil.”

“Hope you like flying Adios Airlines, Inc, my lad.”

“You’re kidding – really?”

“It’s a front company,” Beamis replied, “one of many that we own under our Utopian Research Associates façade – the profits of which goes into paying our operating expenses.”

Number One said, “Colonel Beamis, here, will meet you in the outfitting room in a few minutes.” Then he looks at Beamis and says, “I would like a few minutes alone with Mr Moray here.”

“Very well sir.”

After Beamis leaves the office and the door closes, Number One looks directly into Michael’s face. He can sense that his earlier suspicions and questions might be answered now. Who is this man and how – or better yet why – does he seem so familiar about Yolanda?

“He is my best agent and I trust him implicitly. However, Son, I am going to tell you a secret I have only revealed to him and to no one else. You are not to repeat it to anyone . . . except to Miss Yolanda. I want your word on this as a gentleman.”

“You have my word on it, sir.”

Smiling at his reply, “Good, I trust you son. I know you are truthful and honorable from your dossier.” Then with a serious look on his face, “Alexander was my brother. I’m Yolanda’s uncle.”

Michael for a moment a total look of surprise is on his face.

“That explains . . . but . . .”

Number One explained, “We did work together, indirectly as I said. Nevertheless, because of the work I choose I could never be a part of my niece’s life in a way I wished I could. Security reasons at the time dictated that I have no close family ties. Those have only recently changed. However, despite that, I did my very best to ‘bend the rules’ to look out for her after my brother was killed. God knows I now know that was not enough. She knew at one time that her father had a brother but I haven’t seen her since she was a small child and I now doubt she even much remembers me. When my brother cured her, I was overjoyed. God, she got so tall and huge as a very muscular female. And now she’s even bigger and stronger – truly a Super Amazon.”

Number One chuckled at the thought; Michael couldn’t help himself and smiled in agreement as to use of the term. Yolanda was that – and much more.

“At first I was a bit apprehensive about her change, but after read the reports in her dossier, I was delighted that she was so happy with her new found existence. Later, I got very proud of her new talents for she is a wonder. Even so, I knew she was lonely in way that no one could understand, being what she had been morphed into. Many men could lust after her seeing only the body, but only a few would see the soul and fall in love with the person inside such an Amazon Giantess. With her father gone, love was something she needed badly from the right kind of man. Then you came into her life and filled that void. I know you deeply love her and she loves you beyond price to give you such a gift that your body now possesses. You two have something very special that so few ever get in this life. True love. There’s no doubt of that in my mind. If anybody can get her back, you will – I just know it. With the way she transformed your body it is now built like a human tank and will be almost unstoppable. Still I have to say it; I couldn’t be human if I didn’t. Please bring her back safely, not just for you, but for me as well. And when you do, I would like you to introduce me to her. I have a lot to make up to her as a human being and as well as her uncle.”

“Don’t you worry about it sir, I will find her and nobody is going to get in my way of saving her. Even if I have to do it all by myself,” with added emphasis, “and in single combat.”

“Excellent, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

“By the way, if you don’t mind my asking, what’s your first name?”

“Darius . . . what can I say, but that our parents loved classical history.”

Chapter Six

“Camouflage fatigues are no problem,” said Number Twelve, “we’ll have them ready in no time at all, but Colonel Beamis, there just isn’t any body armor here big enough to fit a man of his size.”

“Never mind,” put in Michael, “I’ll be fine.”

“Like bloody Hell you will,” commented Beamis, “what do you think you are bullet proof?”

“You know considering some things that I have noticed lately about myself and Yolanda . . . I really don’t know if I am but let’s find out.”

They go to the science and research labs of Number Four – the OSS Chief Scientist. He and his assistants perform some point pressure tests on his huge body. Also, some other tests of various types on Michael. After two hours in private, Beamis listens to Number Four.

“It’s due to the molecular density of his super body Colonel Beamis. According to our tests he not truly bullet proof, but damn near close to it. An armor piercing round, shrapnel, any sharp edged projectile could penetrate his or Miss Yolanda’s skin. However, ordinary bullets, no. Their skin just too tough, it’s denser then Kelvar. Yet, to feel and touch it, the skin is as soft as yours or mine. It’s an amazing mutation. In addition, the increased molecular density is one of the reasons why his musculature is so much more physically powerful in relationship to his size. Over time, the transformation by the Super Soldier Formula apparently continued to work in very subtle ways that even Dr Kochalski couldn’t have imagined. In any case thank God, he normally is so gentle and mild mannered. With the way he is built now, combined with anger and adrenaline you have a fearsome weapon indeed! However I am concerned about the emotional stress tests I had run on him by Miss Davenport.”

“Oh, how so?” asked Beamis with a questioning look on his face.

Number Four in a knowing but worried tone, explained, “Well, based on the tests with each passing day his increasing stress levels will get higher and higher. Not even his super body is immune to that kind of emotional pressure.”

One of the nearby female assistants who was a physical dead ringer for the superfitness model Diedre Pagnanelli looked up with a knowing smile.

“Its called Being in Love, sir.”

“Excuse, me but what!” exclaimed Number Four nonplus.

“Looks like you got the drop on your boss again, Sharon.”

“Just how do you know that Miss Davenport?”

“Simple sir, I asked him and he open up almost at once to me.”

“How dare you take the direct approach Sharon, you’ll end up ruining the good Professor’s tedious work.”

She again smiled a knowing smile and looked right back at Beamis.

“The big guy is totally smitten with Yolanda. He finally got the nerve up and was going to ask her to marry him today. In fact, he still has the engagement ring with him in his pocket. It’s quite a stone he bought for her. Michael’s worried sick to death about her and is as mad as hell at El Jefe for hurting her. To paraphrase Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto: The Brutopians have awakened a sleeping giant and filled him with a terrible resolve. And with his massive size and super strength, Michael has lots and lots of resolve to spend. El Jefe better watch out, Michael is liable to turn him and his army into bloody mush!”

“Simply incredible,” said Number Four, “and why am I always the last to find out these things. Nobody here has said a word about his being so attached to the young lady.”

“Well,” Sharon answered sympathetically, “you usually have your head buried in unemotional facts and figures, that why. Personally, I think it’s very romantic. Yolanda is a very lucky girl to have such a man who would do anything for her. Even lay down his life for her. To cheer him up I told him if she is so foolish enough to turn him down I want to be first in line as his next choice. I actually got a real smile out of him.”

“I believe it,” nodded Number Four, “and excuse me, I have to check on something.”

“Oh my,” sighed Beamis, “it looks like I now have competition for your affection Sharon.”

Reassuring Beamis, she takes his hand in hers. Despite the teasing of the two, the affection they share for one another is obvious to any present and looking.

“Don’t you ever worry about that, darling. No one will ever replace you in my heart . . . as you know quite well.”

She kissed him, but Beamis seemed to want a bit more reassurance. So he made it last somewhat longer by embracing her – which she didn’t mind. Then after a minute, they broke the spell.

“Now darling, go over and encourage that big friend of yours, he needs it badly.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

Beamis walks over to the very depressed looking Michael. Sharon was right; Michael seemed like he had shrunk in size from the emotional weight he was carrying on those massive shoulders.

“Don’t worry lad, we’ll bring her back safe and alive.”

For only the third time since the morning, Michael smiles a bit as he looks up from the floor.

“Thanks Beamis I needed that about now.”

Beamis sympathetically remarked, “Looks like you could use a real friend too, Michael. Would you please consider me to be one?”

Michael looked at him, with a pleased surprise on his face.

“Yes, I would like to be your friend Beamis, very much so.”

“Good, call me Frank if you feel like it. Like those paladins of old, we will ride into battle, as comrades should. Shake friend?”

“Friends to the end, Frank.” Michael said, sincerely shaking Beamis’s small hand in his much larger one.

In a medieval inflection, Beamis saluted, “Well met good sir. We two shall save your lady fair – and El Jefe will rue the day he ever dared to do her harm.”

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Spin-offs #1:

IN SINGLE COMBAT
A Michael and Yolanda Adventure
A Fantasy GT/GTS/Muscle Growth Adventure Story
By Alexander Germain © 1998 – alexgermain@yahoo.com

Chapter One

Personal Journal of Michael Moray
Volume Two – The Brutopian Affair

It started like an ordinary day – more fool me. Whether it’s the government, industry or a running a personal business and a household, nothing these days ever seems work out on time in within budget. Then to have a bunch of jack-booted, fascist thug bastards smash into your home and kidnap your Lady . . . but then I’m getting ahead of myself here. Instead, I’d better start at the beginning . . .

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In a month, it would be the second anniversary of my transformation. I had done considerable work on the computer that controlled the Super Soldier transformation process – my first tasking being to add a level of security to what was otherwise an open system. Therefore with Yolanda’s approval I encrypted the software in a covert, stealthily way. Instillation of the program could be achieved, but access would only be allowed if the user placed a final diskette to unencrypt the software. I considered adding retina eye scanner as well as a voice recognition setup, but dismissed it. If they got this far, they were just as likely put a gun to my – or Yolanda’s – beautiful head. Better to hold our cards close to the vest, then the obviousness of a brute force barrier. As an additional measure, I covertly buried a hidden subprogram that meshed with its counterpart that ran the console control – Damocles. Unseen and constantly running in the background, it was our insurance policy should the software fall into the wrong hands. By pressing a series of random keys in sequence and then lastly hitting the escape key a flip screen would appear and with a single command the subprogram would rip throughout the database trashing it beyond recovery.

Never trusting the nature of computers, I burned a backup copy of the program onto a set of compact disks and placed it in a secure location. My labors competed, as a last act I put the diskette on the software shelf with all the other software programs that we used to manage our official business.

Yolanda was doing a serious workout in our basement weightroom.

She had taken seriously my advice and added more size to her body. Of course, it didn’t come as any surprise to her that I really liked her getting more femuscular in build. Currently, her 7′-3″ body now weighed about 605 pounds and her goal was to surpass the 650-pound stat of her favorite Marvel Comics character Jennifer Walters, the Sensational She-Hulk. She hadn’t decided yet how far she’d push it past that figure, but as long as she looked feminine as well as muscular Yolanda was going to take it to that limit. In my own case my eight-foot four-inch body had also grown more and now weighed well over 965 pounds in molecularly dense muscle. A process of which that was still on the increase, soon to be over a 1000 pounds – perhaps eventually peaking out at 1100 in total. Even so, the silhouette of my overall form had adhered strictly to the revised genetic blueprint of a masculine bodybuilder on the symmetrical lines of Doc Samson or The Mighty Thor.

I was done first since I had started my bodybuilding mass program before her. I also had another reason to be done early; I finally had gotten the nerve up to ask her hand in marriage!

As I soaked in our huge bathtub, I gave thought to how I was going to pop the question to her. Although she loved me dearly, I was deathly afraid she would turn me down for some unknown reason. Since my transformation, I had become immensely confidant about myself and my life. However, despite my huge size, in some ways at very rare times I was still shy around her. To me she was a Goddess. It should be an extra special moment and I wanted it to be perfect for her. For a while I ruminated in the water – then it came to me. After getting out of the tub, drying myself off, trimming my red-blonde beard, I changed into street clothes.

She was in the basement gym still, but now she was taking a breather. I approached her where she was sitting on a supine bench. I bent over and kissed her, she returned it with interest before releasing me.

“Yolanda, since I have to go out anyway, how about for supper if I make you your favorite homemade pizza? I’ll stop by the grocery story on my way back and pick up what I need.”

She was overjoyed if but winded when I told her. After all, she had been curling 2000 pounds on a barbell. With all of the energy we used up, and then some, who worried about calories!

“Mmmm! Any time I can get your cooking, I’ll take it! You make the best scrambled eggs I ever had.”

“You know, my Princess, (she always smiled at my favorite nickname for her) if you get much bigger your going to need a new sports top and bikini brief. The one you are wearing looks like it’s ready to snap off. As it is, I am getting horny just looking at you now.”

“Don’t I know it. I’ve gone through two sizes already! My chest, back, arms and shoulders are getting thick from the press movements and deadlifts. The weighted pull-ups on the bar have really accentuated my V shaped lats too.”

With a glint in her eye she devilishly reached out and gripped my pants belt playfully tugging at it. I could feel how much her strength had been steadily increasing in the last few months.

“How about a little horizontal refreshment, you mass monster?”

“You’ve got me drooling and don’t you know it, my Princess. I’m starting to get a hard-on now. If you don’t stop turning me on, you’re going to get me and then my pants in trouble.”

At this she reached her left hand down and felt my crotch – beaming with proud feminine approval as she stood up from the bench she was sitting on.

“It looks like your underwear and pants will soon split under the pressure. So I am just going to have to do something about releasing the force within you.”

She reached up and kissed me again. I returned the favor and helped to pick her up. She was seducing me as she always did. I could feel her hard muscular sweaty body against mine. She was soaking my white shirt but I didn’t care. My hardness was being massaged by her rhythm and she knew the sweat scent was turning me on in a major way. She really got a thrill out of the fact she had so gigantic a male eating out of her hand. I didn’t mind – I really liked her in control. After a while we came up for air and I helped to put her down. She undid her sports top revealing her large ample breasts mounted on the firm pecs she had been working earlier. I took off my shirt and removed my pants and underwear. She did the same with her bikini brief. My erection was now at full swing, hard, swollen and ready for her. I decided to continue to let her control the action, so I laid down on the same supine bench and she straddled across me over my pelvis. She lowered herself on top of me so slowly – my enlarged manhood sliding inside and soon tightened down by her encompassing vaginal muscles.

“God, how I love you.”

“You have been the best thing to ever happen to me, Yolanda, I do love you so, more then life itself. If anybody ever hurt you I don’t know what I’d do – I’d . . .”

She put her fingers over my mouth in intimate understanding.

“Shhhhh, I know . . . and now I am going to get my money’s worth out of you, lover.”

“In that case, I am locked, loaded and fully ready to pay such charges, my Muscle Goddess.”

“We shall see my stallion. I now have to test the value of your coin.”

**********

After our early morning love play I cleaned myself up a bit and redressed. Yolanda too put her shrinking bikini brief back on and struggled with her undersized sports top.

“This is just not going to do. When I am done today Michael, I’ll need the car to go out and buy some new clothing.

“I just know that you’ll grow into it. And it will be a real pleasure to see you fill it up.”

Yolanda laughed, “Sometimes I think you have sex on the mind all the time.”

“True, but then its all your fault, you’re such a gorgeous-femuscular turn on.”

“By the way will you be able to watch the store upstairs today while I am down here?”

“Yes, they don’t need me down at UCC today or for the next week. I should be free more or less if they don’t call.”

“Lucky you. By the way, the sign needs replacing on the Storage closet door upstairs. The glue wore out or dried up. Try to take care of it today, hey?” She said as she got back to pumping large and heavy iron. She was starting on her triceps and would do shoulders next.

“Sure, I think I’ll paint a sign on this time.” I replied as I left to go upstairs.

I drove the former US Army Humvee (the way we were built it was the only car big enough to carry us) to the Econo Mega-Food Market across town. It was a great place for us to shop for groceries, it being open twenty-fours a day, seven days a week. Yolanda was after me to get the paint job down on it. However, I liked the olive drab and old insignias and it gave me a thrill to drive it that way. She said I was a hopeless military history type and that’s why I wouldn’t get it changed to a fire engine red or dark blue. I thought tonight is the perfect night to pop her the question. I already had the engagement ring with me. As in preparation I stopped off at a specialty store and picked up a gallon of her favorite scented body oil – lilac. Many times before we sexed, she loved to have me first rub it all over her lustrous, sexy, and muscular feminine body. I would start with her calves, gently rubbing it on and work my way up her muscular quads. Then I would stop and give her womanhood special treatment, massaging the area and slowly arousing her. She would moan and I could feel her nails dig into my traps. However, I didn’t take her too far and would stop and work my way up the tile like abs. At her breasts again I would stop and massage them with my lips by kissing them. After the nipples were hard, I would work the oil on them. I proceeded on to her neck, first kissing and then putting the oil on. I then worked the scented oil onto her bulging shoulders and traps. Then the thick arms. Next, I worked my way down here broad back and powerful buttock before finishing at the hamstrings and calves.

It was then her turn to return the favor and rubbed it over my muscular male body. She took the bottle of scented oil and started in the same manner. First doing the calves and my swollen quads. She would work her way to the crotch, giving my manhood extra emphasis. Yolanda would massage me to full erection, which gave her as much pleasure as it did me. She would continue to the point that head of my penis expanded and stretched, pulling back my foreskin. It would be wet and moist to the touch. At the point she could tell from the pressure of my hands on her shoulders how turned on I was getting she would stop short of me going too far. From there, letting me relax somewhat Yolanda then worked her way up my powerful six-pack abs and thick pecs. She paused and kissed me before moving on to the bulging traps, boulder-like delts and thick arms. With the front side finished, next she went behind me and worked the oil into the broad, dense back and lats. Down to my cable-like spinal erector muscles and powerful buttock before finally ending at my hamstrings and calves. With both our bodies oiled, primed and ready the bottle of oil was put down on the floor and we would embrace and make love. Our hard oily bodies made it all the more erotic. Until she first tried it out on me, I had never known there were such things. Like her, I got a real thrill out of it too – it turned me on in a major way.

With these thoughts and many more running through my head, I almost forgot the other item I was going to pick up – a very special treat for her. One of which she would probably kill me over or at the very least beat me bloody for tempting her in breaking her diet, was an extra large box of Fanny May Candies. The toasted coconut covered, chocolate cream Trinidads, of course were goners once I gave the box to her. I had discovered she had a terrible weakness for them – and lost all of the arm wresting matches over them.

Chapter Two

In the dawn of the morning’s light Michael’s Humvee drives off in the direction of the grocery store. Within a few minutes, almost like clockwork, three military troop trucks pulled up in front of the Y&M Gymnasium.

“Is this the place, sir?” asked the XO, a Major.

“Yes, Major d’Este. This is the place,” replied the commanding officer, a Colonel by the name of Salazar.

Both were wearing military camouflage fatigues of a foreign power. The double-headed eagle shoulder patch on each man attested to that fact.

“Get the men to fan out. Have Azul platoon secure the back of the building and come down the express elevator. I will lead the Rojo platoon in through the front of the building. We don’t want the woman to escape, because if we do fail in our mission El Jefe will execute us.”

**********

Unbeknownst to them, across the street in the shadow of a building, a tall man is observing them. Taking a silver-black cigarette pack sized cell telephone out of a coat pocket, he sets it to scramble. After the red “secured” light comes on, he then punches in the code number. A few seconds pass as the connection is made.

“Hello? You said to call if anything unusual was going on. Yes, something’s happening here. Any special ops going down by one of the agencies? No? Then who . . .?”

Out of another pocket, the man in shadow pulls out a small binocular-like device and looks through it at the lead truck. As he is looking through it, various electronic popups – including range and scale – are displayed. It’s almost like being inside with the two men in the cab of the lead truck.

“Hmmm. Military officers in camouflage fatigues. I’m going to magnify the shoulder patch on the closest one.”

He pauses taking the sight in.

“Oh shit,” whispering to himself. Then louder into the phone, “Sir, it’s a Brutopian Special Forces Kommando Unit. Perhaps sixty men – two full platoons ready for action. Can you send me support, I’m all alone here with my butt hanging out.”

Pausing as he listens to the reply.

“No, sir her boyfriend isn’t at home. Then what should I do?”

Another pause.

“Oh thanks a lot sir! The young gentleman in question is likely to kill me on the spot when he gets home. I will try to make contact with him. However, if you have to send a cleaner to scrape up what is left of my remains let my next of kin know I died in the service of the country.”

He disconnects the connection to his superior.

“And I do hope he gets back before these thugs get away.”

**********

The truck panels drop down and two platoons of combat fatigued and helmeted soldiers spill out all armed with FN FAL 7.62mm semi-automatic rifles. In addition to being laden down with military equipment, each soldier has a personal Comm-set.

“Lieutenant Pinzon,” said Major d’Este, “you and Sargento Espinoza take Azul platoon and go around back and secure the area. After the area is secure, take the trucks around back – we will be leaving from there. Then bring one half of your men down the express elevator.”

“Yes sir,” acknowledged Lieutenant Pinzon. Then to his men, “You heard the orders, move it!”

The troopers move off double time to the rear of the building.

“Sir, the doors are locked.”

“You know what to do. Break it in,” answered Colonel Salazar.

Safety glass built to stop burglars was not up to preventing these determined men. After smashing in glass and unlocking them, the doors are opened wide. The soldiers proceeded to pour into the gym in two by two-defensive formations. After securing the office and gymnasium, they relax a bit.

A Lance-Corporal salutes, “The gym is secured Colonel, but no one is here.”

“Not surprising, she is most likely in the living quarters. According to our intelligence research the living quarters and laboratory are most likely in the basement.”

In ones, twos and threes they go pass the registration desk and down the hallway further into the building.

“Burn out the lock on this one first then we’ll try the other one.”

A trooper comes forward with a small portable oxy-acetylene torch and burns out the lock. The Colonel opens the door.

“Merde! A storage closet. Very well, must be the other one. Burn it!”

The Brutopian Kommando burns off the next lock and opens the door. Again, the lead party in defensive two by two formation fans out going down the stairway. Following the lead groups, the main body also heads down the stairway.

At hearing the noise, Yolanda smiling to herself with lustful thoughts says, “You’re back early, lover. You couldn’t get enough . . .”

Seeing it isn’t Michael, her smile drops from her face in surprise. Soldiers are pouring onto the stairway platform.

The Major’s eyes widened in shock at his first sight of Yolanda. Colonel Salazar seeing d’Este’s surprised look, grins.

“I was briefed by El Jefe himself as well as Dr Roland Von Holzner as what to expect – at least in part. Yet, to actually see her in flesh – she is amazing.”

“Amazing doesn’t do her justice, sir. I’d say more like . . .”

” . . . Enormous, yes I know.” Then addressing Yolanda, “Don’t resist us and you won’t be hurt Señorita Kochalski. I am Colonel Roberto Salazar of the Brutopian Special Forces. This is my aid, Major d’Este. We’re here for you, the Formula and the computer software. Where are they? Speak up or we will be forced to get rough with you.”

Upon hearing the lift motor, she turned looking in the direction of the service elevator. The doors open and more soldiers come out onto the main floor area. They have both exits blocked. Yolanda decides to say nothing at this point.
Colonel Salazar seeing she isn’t going to respond waves his arm at some of the troopers on the main floor and points at Yolanda.

“You four take her into custody.”

Yolanda, at this invasion of her home, forces herself to focus. She knew that in her heart of hearts a day like this had to come – discovery!

“Come on honey, I won’t hurt you . . . much.”

The Brutopians look suspicious and nervous. But the closest, a Corporal looks up at her thinking, “What could she do anyway, even if she was a . . . a Giantess! They are all armed men after all, no one in their right mind would resist.”

“Don’t make any trouble for us now girl . . .”

“Oh dear, I’m just full of trouble.”

The soldiers walk carefully closer toward her. She must remain relaxed and submissive looking – until the last possible second. Then like a bolt of lighting, Yolanda grabs and picks the Corporal up effortlessly by his flak jacket. Holding him bodily in the air over her head, she smiles in satisfaction.

“Aaaaaaaaaaa! Put me down!”

“Anything you say, honey.”

She tosses him like a rag doll into the three others who have stopped in their tracks.

“Not bad, if do say so myself. You guys went down like ninepins. You’d better start working out more and put some size on, too! As it is, you’re not fit to take on a girl’s cheer leader group!”

Yolanda then turns to the others nearby.

“Alright who’s next? Oh, never mind, I know . . . all at once!”

Instantly like a lioness defending her home, Yolanda attacks them. Any hand-to-hand combat with her is in vain, instead they try to tackle or pile on top of her. This too, is to no avail in stopping her. With her hands, she pins one between her legs, the others she punches, swats or knocks to the ground. The one Yolanda has pinned between her huge thighs shouts out in pain.

“Stop her! Stop her! She’s crushing me!”

“Damn it I am trying!” said another vainly trying to pull him free.

“For Christo’s sake, she’s only a woman! Stop her!” He gasped from the pressure of the huge pincering feminine muscles.

With most of them still picking themselves up, Yolanda decides it’s time for a bit of fun.

Looking down at the pair Yolanda smirked, “You’re lucky that I’m in such a good mood by just crushing you in a hold, I could be mean and scissor you, like so.”

“UHhhhhhhhhh!”

If the pain was bad before, what he experiences from her body increases to pure agony before he passes out.

“See the difference?” she chuckles while letting go of his unconscious body.

Grabbing the other one with her left hand, she picks him up as if he was weightless. His look is one of total terror, she can see.

“Tsk tsk, as for you, you really shouldn’t fool with me. You might get hurt.”

At this observation, she throws him some distance away to land bodily on the floor in a heap. Yolanda next snatches a third man up her right hand and lifts him high in the air above her head.

“What . . . what the Hell are you?”

At this remark, she brings him close to her face and breaks into a broad smile.

“Oh me, I’m a real woman for a real man, you pip squeak.”

As before, she throws this one several feet away to land on the hard floor. A fourth man who tried to tackle her from behind, realizes to his great regret, he has bitten off more then he can chew. Nevertheless, he vainly and bravely hangs onto her from the backside.

“I cannot stop her alone, get some more men over here. She’s too damn strong!”

“You know something, shorty? You’re absolutely right, you cannot stop me – I’m an Amazon Goddess.”

Reaching up behind with her left hand and grabbing him, she tosses him off in the direction of the elevator entrance. The man sails through the air with such force that he slams into a couple soldiers holding position there.

At the sight of their fellows being put down by this mere female, Sargento Espinoza orders the rest of the squads to move in and forcibly suppress Yolanda. By shear weight of numbers, they hope to stop her by piling on top of her.

A few she picks up and tosses with such force that they crash through the office partitions separating the gym area from the living areas. However, the rest still come on trying to pull her down. Just to prove how powerful she is, she decides to let them pile on top of her. She squats down to make it easier for them. Then, just as they think they have subdued this Giantess, she stands effortlessly and bodily lifts them together as a mass from underneath. Whimpers and moans of terror come from them. Then with her arms she continues to lift the group of men higher.

Finally, she holds the struggling group above her head, as if she was handling a barbell.

“You guys just don’t have what it takes. Why don’t you go away now, before I really get upset and do something you’ll regret in the morning . . . if you live that long!”

Then she launches the group of men some distance toward an open space on the black rubber matted floor. They fall in a heap with a soft multiple thumps and thuds.

“There, maybe now they will get the Hell out of here.”

Moans, groans and curses come from them as the soldiers untangle their bruised, battered, and in some cases broken boned bodies. Not to mention some deflated egos.

In shock, Major d’Este cannot believe what he is seeing with his own eyes.

“Sir, it’s impossible . . . she is . . . our men are being tossed around like . . . like toy soldiers!”

Colonel Salazar is also somewhat shaken by the shear strength of Yolanda. He knew that Dr Roland Von Holzner said she would be enhanced. However, nothing in the Intel mentioned anything like this kind of super strength.

“We have to have her, the Formula and the software. Otherwise, El Jefe will shoot us if we fail. The woman knows the computer system. We need her alive . . . Hmmm, but not necessarily on her feet.” Looking at the expedition’s sniper, Colonel Salazar gives the command. “You there, wound her, one shot. Slow her down – but for God’s sake don’t kill her.”

“Yes sir, one shot and wound only!”

He aims his scoped and silencer equipped FR-F1 Sniper’s rifle at the center of Yolanda abdominal area and fires a single 7.62mm round.

“Ouch, what the Hell?”

It felt like a very hard blunt poke to her abs from a dowel rod. However, the bullet doesn’t penetrate to her surprise and to the amazement of the Brutopians as well! Her body absorbed the energy of the impact and the bullet bounced off and fell to the floor near her feet.

“Sir,” comments the sniper in shock, “I’ve never seen any thing like it. It’s not possible – it’s . . . as if her skin is made of Kelvar!”

“God Damn it,” exclaims Colonel Salazar, “we have her surrounded but we cannot control her.”

Yolanda, rubbing the impact area with her right hand to ease the pain, is now really pissed off.

“Shoot me will you, you bunch of thugs. Keep this up and you’re gonna be really sorry you messed with me.”

Yolanda looks around for a weapon, any weapon. Then spying the extra weight plates and barbells, she knows what to do.

“That 500 pound plate and a barbell ought to do the job. I’ll squash them or scythe them!”

Forgetting her rapidly fading pain, gripping one hand on a weight plate through the hole and with the other a super sized Olympic barbell she picks them up. Holding them together like a shield and a quarterstaff, Yolanda appears for all tense and purposes like a female warrior ready for battle with evil forces.

“This is the only real home that I or Michael have ever had and I will not be pushed around or threatened by these scumbags. I will not give them the satisfaction of running away. If they want a fight, I’m gonna stand my ground and give em one! They are going to be real sorry sons-a-bitches when I get done with them.”

**********

“Yo – yes you, Colonel stupido! If I was you and had any sense, I’d get out of here as of now – or I am going to be forced to kill the lot of you. No quarter!”

“Under other conditions I would leave, Señorita Kochalski. Men, take her by whatever force necessary short of using your firearms! El Jefe wants her alive!”

The large group on the main floor decides to close in on Yolanda from both sides of her. Two of them, however, make the fatal error of getting too near.

“Damn you, don’t move you . . .”

“Alright, I won’t move. Instead you can play catch the plate me, you dirt bag!”

Screaming as his body folds up into a broken mushy pile of blood and guts under its weight. Simultaneously as she tossed the weight plate, she moved without a moments thought to take out another opponent.

“And here’s a prize for you.”

In a single fluid movement with her well-developed body and using only one hand, she swung the oversized Olympic barbell out in an arc and catches the soldier in the middle of the body.

SWWWWWWWIIIIIISSSSS SSSSSH!

The soldier in wide-eyed terror cannot imagine anyone so large, moving so fast and gracefully. Yet this Amazon can, he saw in the last seconds of his life.

Merde, it’s impossible . . .”

TTTHHHHUUUUNNNNNNK!

His crumpled-up body is thrown back with such force from the blow that he crashes through a couple of the remaining unbroken office partitions. He lands several feet away on the bedroom floor like a deflated balloon. Bloody, mashed and very dead.

Yolanda then in one quick movement, grabbing up the bloody plate off the other and handled it again like a shield, she is once more ready for action.

“Who else among you ‘men’ wants to take me on? You bastards get out of here while you still can. Or I’ll wipe the floor with all of you!”

At this statement and to further intimidate them, she spins the barbell in one hand like a baton. This emphasizing of her physical power causes the rest of the soldiers to back slowly away. She can see they are in total fear of her, an angry blonde Amazon. However, in private, Yolanda’s personal thoughts however are a bit less bravado. In fact, she’s was beginning to get afraid. They don’t seem to be leaving, she thought.

“Michael get your butt back here, I think they are in this for keeps.”

Looking around, Yolanda is uncertain as to their next move. She tenses and readies herself for another assault by these thugs.

Colonel Salazar seeing that his men are almost to the point of panicking knows that he must maintain order. He switches to the headpiece Comm.

“Fall back men and don gas masks. It’s the only way we are going to stop her!”

“Sir – is that wise?” the Major asks.

“She doesn’t seem to be willing to run away. In this contained area inside the building, the sleep gas will be most effective. Besides, we don’t have any other choice now.”

Looking around, his men seem ready for action. They all give Colonel Salazar the thumbs up signal. Upon seeing the gas masks, it suddenly dawns on her what they plan to do. She starts to back away slowly.

“Oh crap they going to . . .”

Seeing her beginning to retreat, Colonel Salazar shouts into the microphone inside of his gas mask.

“Fire it now!”

At his order, the sniper on the entrance platform fires the gas canister. It hits the floor right near Yolanda’s feet.

” . . . Gas me. I guess should have run for it when I had the chance!”

Within seconds, a blinding, thick fog engulfs her and the room. Yolanda tries to hold her breath, but nonetheless she sniffs in some – which is more then enough. Sensing herself getting dopey, Yolanda’s thoughts become sluggish, yet she forces herself to focus.

“I cannot stay . . . must get out of here . . . find Michael . . . warn him . . . it’s so hard to walk.”

Knowing her body is weakening from the drug and her mind is starting to lose consciousness, she bites her lip to stay awake. It is bad; her grip strength is weakening. In order to move faster and save time, Yolanda drops the barbell and the weight plate.

“I must get out of here . . . now.”

Yolanda could feel her legs giving out under her falling to the floor. But even so, she wills herself forward, crawling on hands and knees, trying by shear force of will to make her massive body get to the elevator exit.

“I . . . know I can make it.”

Eventually, giving in to the inevitable, Yolanda collapsed in a heap. All were in wonder; she passed out only a few feet short of the elevator doors.

Chapter Three

“Finally – we have her,” Colonel Salazar pronounced. “Major, move the men in and make certain she is unconscious. While you are doing that, I will take a couple of the men and collect the Formula, the software and/or any necessary computer equipment. I want to be out of here in twenty minutes

“Yes sir! I will make it so.”

Under the watchful eye of Major d’Este, a squad of soldiers and a medic confirm that Yolanda is unconscious. This done, they begin binding her arms and legs with two-inch thick steel bands to restrain her. Finally, the medic to insure that she remains docile injects her with a sedative.

“It’s now your job to keep her unconscious during the trip back to Brutopia. Be alert and do not, repeat, do not let her reawaken. If she does, I doubt those restraints would hold her for long. If she gets loose we are all dead men.”

“I understand perfectly, sir. I will not let that happen.”

“Very well, let us get her up the elevator and loaded into the truck.”

Under his command and using eight men to lift Yolanda, they move her to the elevator.

As Major d’Este is managing the moving of Yolanda, Colonel Salazar with a group of soldiers searches the laboratory area for the Formula and anything else related to it that they need to remove. Going over the Computer Console, he notes that most of it is the same as the one in Brutopia. Their Intel was correct in this area, but they lack the necessary software to complete it.

“This is the part of the Transformation Computer System Area, the software must be nearby, keep looking.”

Another one searching through the refrigeration and storage cabinets in the laboratory area comes across the Super Soldier Formula in sealed beakers.

“Sir,” he points, “there are only these two beakers of it. I don’t see any more in here.”

“Yes, just as Dr Roland Von Holzner described it. Continue searching anyway, if there is more here, we’ll take it as well.”

Several men along the wall were searching the books and papers. As they go long, the useless items are dumped on the floor. Invariably, one of them comes across the software diskette and the set of compact disks amongst the rest of the business programs used to manage the Y&M gym.

“We’ve found the location of the Morphing software sir.”

Colonel Salazar comes over and the private hands him the storage box. A look of triumph comes over his face; the third part of what they needed most has now fallen into their hands.

“This is a copy of the Morphing software program for the Master Controller Transformation Computer. Did you find any physical drawings or manuals?”

“No sir. Not yet.”

“Well these copies will have to do, collect them all. We are running out of time. If the originals are here, we don’t have the time to look and still make our schedule.”

As the soldiers pile the stolen paperwork and software into boxes, the Colonel notices some binders and notebooks by the service computer terminal. He picks one of them up and begins to read handwriting on the first sheet. His eyes grow wide in fear under the gas mask.

“Medre! It’s not hers!”

Quickly he thumbs through the others in front of him. Then the binder notebooks. He sees the empty protein bar wrappers scattered on the desk. In addition, he checks the empty extra large coffee cup. The bottom is still damp and not yet dried. All the evidence in front of him confirms his worse suspicions. Then he switches to a private channel, so as not to panic the men.

“Major! Double time we must be out of here now!”

“What is it sir?”

He hears the expression of fear in Colonel Salazar’s voice. In response, he races over to his commander. Once in front of him, Colonel Salazar hands him one of the notebooks.

“Look at this. She doesn’t live here alone as we thought. A Señor Michael Moray lives down here as well with her. Apparently, we were very lucky. If this man is as enhanced as she is, which by the evidence in front of us suggests, he will be unstoppable.”

Major d’Este’s eyebrows go up in concern.

“Yes, it certainly seems to be true. I can only imagine what the man looks like.”

“I don’t even want to contemplate it. We must be gone before he gets back and kills us all.”

As the order to withdraw is given, as they work their way downstairs the soldiers upstairs withdraw from their positions in a collapsing bag movement. The air has cleared downstairs due to the excellent ventilation system, so there is no need of gas masks. As these come down, the Kommandos in the basement living area work their way up and outside. Some loading into the trucks the captured booty, including the main prize – Yolanda. Others are positioned to guard the area for escape. Colonel Salazar without his gas mask relaxes a bit while Major d’Este oversees the loading.

“We are going to make it. El Jefe will be most pleased.”

“Sir,” the radio operator shouts, “one of our outlying perimeter watchers reports a US Army Humvee is rapidly approaching our position!”

“What! How soon?”

“Ah, at its current speed it should be here in less then ten minutes.”

“Should we not order our men to take it out sir? We have four SPG-82 anti-armor rocket launchers for just such a contingency.”

“No Major, they are only to be used as a last resort, secrecy is paramount to our success. If somehow we have set off a silent alarm – that is one thing. Even so, they will be in confusion as to what happened here. That shall buy us the time we need to escape.”

“Understood sir, if we destroy the Yankee patrol, the Americans will be most certainly alerted to our presence. The domestic paramilitary police forces of this city would slow us down, even before we made it to the airport.”

“Correct, in fact I doubt we would far beyond the borders of continental Estados Unidos alive even if we did make off the ground. The American Air Force would shoot us down over the Gulfo of México rather then see us get away. In any case, it doesn’t matter if it’s a point vehicle for the American military authorities or this Señor Michael Moray; we are out of here as of this minute. Major d’Este, you take lead position in the first truck, I will be aboard the second with the woman. We must make it to the airport and board the waiting Brutopian Diplomatic 747 cargo converter air transport for home.”

“Yes sir, understood. Everyone, the order to evacuate has been given! We go now!”

Sargento Espinoza upon hearing the order then turns and shouts to the remaining soldiers.

“You heard the orders! Get into those trucks you dogs! Move it!”

The half a dozen or so of the remaining soldiers from the basement come up in under a minute. They board the trucks just as they are starting to pull away. The area guards join them in sequence as the trucks slowly pass their positions and move away from the Y&M Gymnasium.

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Chapter Four

Yolanda turned off the radio in the middle of the Independent News Service newscast. Then she came out from behind the gym registration desk, finished locking up the main doors and slid the Business Hours sign over the CLOSED position. After securing the place and turning off the overhead lights, she proceeded down the hallway, which lead to the weightroom area of the gym. Along the hallway there were two doors that were always kept locked. The first one was marked “Storage” and I had always assumed it was a janitorial closet. The second, however, was unmarked and probably lead down to the basement. She went up to the second of the two doors.

“I have to always keep this door locked less someone found out what I had down here.”

Yolanda unlocked the steel security door, opened it and flipped a switch on the wall just inside the doorway. The lights revealed a stairway corridor leading down to an elevated platform that turned right at the bottom. After we entered, she closed the door and re-locked it. We went down the stairway. At the bottom of the stairway we stopped on the platform, she then switched on the main breaker that controlled all the lights. The basement lights kicked on and flooded the area with light. We were still six feet off the main floor on the platform. The steps continued down to the floor. The basement that revealed itself was a concrete poured floor and was the open area was filled with a combination of a laboratory and an apartment.

“All of the equipment from my Father’s lab is here. The other serves as my private domicile, so what do you think of it?”

What I could see from the panoramic view floored me (no pun intended). Because we were still elevated about six feet up on the stairway platform I could look down and see the entire area. There was a living/entertainment room area complete with plush sofa and stereo/VCR/CATV console. This area was sectioned off by office dividers from what appeared to be the sleeping area. Within it there was an oversized bed fit for two giants. In another section what look to be a weightroom workout area. But no Mr. Olympia could ever have hoped to be able to handle some of the Herculean weight plates that I saw. There were 25s, 50s, and 100s of course – but also 500s, 1000s, 2500s and 5000s! In one area, for example, I saw what looked to be an oversized Olympic bar set up to do deadlifts with at least 10000 pounds.

“It looks the cross between an explosion in a computer factory and outsized living quarters.”

“Not a bad observation. By the way, the bathroom is through the door over by the south wall and the kitchen is through the opening under the stairs. When I bought this building it was originally built as an automobile show room. This basement was a storage area for some of the newer models. The freight elevator access is along the east wall. It leads to the outside on the back of the building. This is, by the way, how I got the lab equipment down here. An upstairs floor, which could support cars, was perfect for a gymnasium. My Father did some more work on the equipment just short of his death. He added a body scanner for creating a preliminary body model. It will project what a given individual would look like before and after a transformation. It will scan your body recording a map of its structure – inside and outside. Using the blood sample from your body, a computer simulation will be created from the combination of the sample with the Formula. It will project onto the screen here an estimation of what you will look like after the transformation. In this way, we can fine-tune your new muscular body.

She first walked over to the computer console that was the central control of the transformation process. She beckoned me over to see the main screen.
“From here I will control the process of change.”

It was a split screen with left and right side windows. I recognized the computer pull down menus and button bar across the top of the screen. Special DEC software that governments and the private sector used. The bottom three quarters of the screen was now displaying two body pictures – female.

“As an example, I will show you a reconstruction, based on the data my Father collected, of my change.”

She proceeded to use a mouse to bring down a menu, which accessed a prerecorded file.

“Here, as you can see on the left side,” she went on, “is what I originally looked like.”

What was displayed was a schematic representation of a human female body.

“Not pretty was I?” she said as I watched in rapped fascination.

“No, you looked like death warmed over, from what I can read here.”

“On the right side is what I was suppose to turn out as, and I did, if only for a minute or two.”

What I saw confirmed her statement. The right side morphed into a healthy human female with an athletic build. 5′-5″ in height and 125 pounds in weight.

“What my Father underestimated was the potency of the Super Soldier Formula. It reinforces itself inside the body, using the natural growth hormones of the body. It acted and reacted like turbo charger catalyst. Therefore, when that happened, the modified DNA sequence serum naturally continued to change me. He later was able to work out a ratio of potency for males or females based on an individual’s DNA. He fed that information into the computer banks so what happened to me by accident couldn’t happen again. It is now a very controllable process that could increase strength and size without turning someone massively muscular. But in your case, we are going to make your body huge and super strong just like mine, so don’t worry about it.”

The screen refreshed itself and another representation was presented. This time of a healthy human female, height 5′-5″, weight 125 pounds on the left. Yolanda began to grow in height, weight and muscle mass into the figure on the right. She then now morphed into 5′-11″ in height, weight 175 pounds, and had the body of a light-heavy weight female bodybuilder. The screen refreshed itself again. She continued to grow on the next screen into a heavy weight female bodybuilder with a height of 6′-9″ and weight of 265 pounds. From this size, she morphed into a blonde haired and very tanned Super Amazon. Hell, she was a She-Hulk in every way but the green Gamma coloring. Height 7′-3″. Weight 450 pounds.

“Very, impressive indeed – what do we do first?”

“First, I will power up the transformation machinery and the other equipment. Next, I will need a blood sample from you for the computer simulation and to start making the modified DNA sequence serum to mix with the Formula. Then, I will need to make a preliminary body scan of you over there.” She pointed at the clear Plexiglas half-tube body chamber. “The monitor mounted by it will let you see your own transformation in progress. Finally, I want you to strip before you go in there. Naked, nude, not a stitch of clothing, not even your underwear.”

“Excuse me, but . . .”

“Yes, strip, lover. By the time you are done growing Michael, you won’t need them. They will be far too small for you to fit into ever again. Besides I have closet full of clothes already here that will fit your new, tall, muscular, strong and sexy body. But, more importantly, I cannot do an accurate scan through your clothing, let alone an accurate projection of your new body.”

“Alright, you’re the boss, my Princess.”

“That kind familiar sounds so loving and sincere coming from you, my darling.”

“It many sound hopelessly romantic, but I have thought of you as my Lady Yolanda from the beginning.”

“And I have seen you as my shining knight . . . very soon, my love, I shall empower you to be my strong and great champion that nobody shall be able to defeat in combat.”

Chapter Five

She extracted the blood sample from me and fed it into the computer. In the meantime, I took off all my clothes. Then I stepped up on the platform and into the clear Plexiglas half-tube body chamber. I stood straight up in there with my arms out at a fifteen-degree angle and my legs spread at about the same. Finally, I looked straightforward and didn’t move. There was a monitor screen mounted off to the side in front of the chamber. I could see myself in great nude detail. After twenty minutes, I could not tell if anything was happening yet.

“Alright that’s good enough.”

After I put on my underwear again, I walked back over to the main monitor screen and looked. What I saw amazed me.

“This is a comparison of how we both currently look.”

What I saw displayed on the screen was a schematic side by side representation of the two of us – a tall and powerful Amazon and a normal sized man.
“We are going to change you into this superior example of masculinity.”

My body on the left morphed into a near Giant next to hers – I couldn’t believe I would actually be so much taller and larger than she was right now!

After a moment’s pause, she changed the display again. On the left side was one of me as I currently appeared.

“Again, you see displayed on the left side a model of your current body physique. Above the representation is a breakdown of your main physical characteristics.”

Male
Height 6′-2″
Weight 185#

“Now on the right side is your projected body physique based on your modified DNA and the Super Soldier Formula.”

Male
Height 7′-5″*
Weight 550#*
* = Estimated minimum

“What does estimated minimum mean?”

“Oh, that,” she replied, “that is the minimum you will grow to no matter what else happens. The estimated set point, if you will. With biological organisms, there is a small percentage that you could grow to beyond it. It’s too random an amount and wouldn’t be enough to show on this computer simulation estimation. It’s an individual factor with each subject. But don’t concern yourself about it, you won’t grow too far beyond it. However, I am not satisfied with the computer’s default. In your case, I would like you to be somewhat larger. In fact, I would like to use the same amount of formula, in proportion to your body weight, that was used on me. Here is my preferred minimum for you.”

The screen refreshed itself and a new display morphed itself on the right.

Male
Height 8′-2″
*Weight 750#*
* = Estimated minimum

“Good God! My body will mass well over four times my current size!”

“That’s right. But you must consider the fact that when I was transformed the Formula was used on a sickly female. Also I naturally had/have more estrogen in my body. Estrogen retards muscle growth, so I didn’t grow quite as big as you will. You on the other hand are a relative healthy male, if but a little undersized. So the same percentage of Formula that was used on me, when used on you, will naturally be a more extreme process. It will interact with your male body’s natural ability to produce more testosterone and other growth hormones. In turn the modified human DNA sequence serum will control the change based upon the amount of the Formula that I will inject into your body. And like myself you later will want to do some serious bodybuilding to finish filling out your physique, say perhaps, about 150-300 more pounds. I think you will really enjoy that, I know I did.”

She gave me a moment’s thought before continuing.

“So what will it be Michael, the computer’s default or my preferred user setting. Remember, though, once you start down this road you cannot reverse the process.”

How about this, my Princess, let’s say I go with the computer’s default and I find it isn’t enough for me. Can we then continue to your setting and expand me to your preferred choice?”

“Yes we can, no problem. All I have to do is program the computer to add the necessary percentage extra of Super Soldier Formula to your first preference in order to finish making you grow to your second. I think that after you have grown awhile, you will want to grow just a little bigger. It’s a very empowering feeling. By the way, take back off your underwear before you step onto the platform.” She added half-jokingly, “I don’t want it to snap off you. The force of it might damage some of the equipment down here.”

“Very funny,” I retorted good-naturedly.

As I did so and sensed my manhood was already growing erect in anticipation of my transformation. The excitement and desire for her in the arms of my new physique was causing a part of me to grow before I had even started. She only smiled knowingly.

“There will be plenty of time for that after we are done, lover.”

Chapter Six

First I stepped back up onto the platform and went into the clear Plexiglas half-tube body chamber. She followed me over and then secured me to the vertical backrest. Next, she plugged me into the various tubes, which would feed me the IV nutrients. The Formula mixed with my modified DNA sequence serum was loaded into the mechanical injection gun. I felt my erection leave me as I got a little nervous and tried to relax myself. She left me, went over to the remote computer console, and pushed a button on the touch screen. I looked intensely at the color monitor showing my nude body. As I was standing there, the IVs begin to flow. Next, the injection gun containing the first quantity of the Formula and modified DNA sequence serum was injected into me. Yolanda was watching the computer monitor screen as my body was constantly scanned. It would detect the first changes in my body. After ten minutes passed, I started to feel very warm.

“Your heart beat and respiration just went up.”

Then I began to feel sweat beginning to drip down my back like during an extensive workout in the weightroom.

“Your perspiration just went up too. Also your body weight is starting to show an increase.”

How do I describe my first impressions of the change? A hot electrical surge feeling hit all of my muscles. Nevertheless, it didn’t hurt; in fact, it felt marvelously wonderful, as if beneficial electricity was pouring into my undersized body. My muscles began to feel pumped, then weaker, then stronger, then pumped, then weaker, then stronger. This sensation got faster and faster to the point that I no longer noticed it. Her earlier analogy to a nuclear power plant was most apt. I did feel like I was being charged to full capacity for some great event. I felt a sensation of fullness from my cock and balls, like a sensual feeling of being deeply aroused, like foreplay before sex. My skin started to tighten and stretch. My body fat began to be consumed, for energy I supposed. I was not going down to point of being ripped, but I got very lean.

It all felt perfectly normal, as if I was starting morph into what I should always have been. In the monitor screen, I could see that my shoulder muscles were beginning to swell in size like two gigantic bowling balls along with my back/traps getting thicker and the lats spreading in unison. My pencil thin neck was growing thicker. The upper arm muscles were also growing in size. When I flexed my arms my biceps tightened and bulged like a pair of baseballs of ever increasing size. Then I flexed my triceps hard and they were becoming swelling horseshoe-shaped muscles. I could feel and see my thighs expanding into two thick tree trunks. When I flexed the quads, they looked like a pair of trapezoid-conical shaped muscle masses. The calves were becoming as large as my quads had formerly been. As my pecs and thick chest continue to deepen, the back in response grew ever denser and wider. On the screen, I saw that the lats were now broadening to the point that they were beginning to push my enormous arms and powerful shoulders further and further out in an exaggerated V shape. The traps on either side of the thick neck were bulging with size. As I was taking deep breaths of air, I could actually feel my rib cage expanding. The stomach area was tightening and developing solid muscular ridges that were gradually turning my abs into a super six-pack – I could see the square blocks of my abdominals. As every minute passed, I could feel my formerly weak body growing heavier in ever increasing size and strength. I loved the feeling of my body growing stronger, bigger, and heavier. It was almost as good as sex. My arms continued to swell in ever-greater size as my upper body continued to get thicker and larger. My legs, too, were growing thicker in proportion to my upper body. I felt and looked like the Incredible Hulk from the comic books I had read as a teenager. However, I wasn’t done yet. My skeleton began to change too. I could actually feel my bones getting denser in order to support my newly growing muscular body. I noticed was also getting taller and my hands and feet were getting larger. As my skeleton changed, I could feel the sensation of fullness from my cock and balls growing more intense, more sensual. I could see in the monitor that they were growing bigger with my body. In fact, my penis grew erect more then once during the transformation, it was part of the restructuring of my body. Each time I had an erection, the penis grew harder then I ever had experienced before – it was almost painful, but also very pleasant, too. It was obvious that this super stretching process was to helping to make it longer and bigger in circumference.

“Your body is now 7′-4″ and weighs about 520 pounds – congratulations, you are officially now larger then I am. You’ll soon be at the computer base minimum, do you want to go all the way or not?”

As I watched my metamorphosis, I was consumed by an empowering desire.

“Yes, please – more!”

For me there now was no turning back. I wanted even more muscle, more strength, more size, much more – I yearned to grow into a huge giant. I was surprised somewhat by this obsessive feeling and the sound of my voice. It was becoming deeper like out of a barrel.

“I thought you would.”

Again, she pushed the button on the console – as I was standing there, morphing into an Incredible Hulk, the injection gun pumped the remaining balance of the Formula in into me. Something else I noticed as my body continued to grow ever larger, beefier and stronger under the second dose of Formula. Apparently, like a nuke reactor, once the process got started there was no time delay for the second shot of Formula to work. Because the transformation was already in motion, it added itself to the job at hand with a vengeance. It almost made what came before seen tame by comparison. My body hair now totally disappeared from my arms, legs, back, and chest. Even my pubic hair and underarms were thinning out and vanishing. The thin red-blonde hair on my head was thickening and growing longer. It was reaching down to my bulging traps, shoulders, and telephone pole sized neck. At the same time, my facial hair was growing into a beard even as my pale skin darkened with a bronze complexioned tan of perfect health and vitality.

“What gives with my body hair?”

“I thought you would prefer to be naturally smooth as I am. Therefore, I instructed the computer to do so with the modified DNA sequence serum, along with some other physical factors.”

“It startled me at first, but now it feels normal and I like it, the beard too! Your idea?”

“Yes, I thought you would like it. I wanted to see you in a beard. It sets off your growing Hulk-like body very well.” She smiled back at me in reply.

“Your body size has now increased to 8′-2″ with a body weight 745 pounds. You will continue to grow a little bigger as the process begins to slow. From what I can see here you shouldn’t grow much beyond my set preferences.”

As watched, my body finished filling out and expanding. I could sense the tremendous super size and strength of my new body. I loved it. I was truly huge. The lats had widened and pushed out my boulder-like shoulders and huge arms, giving me an extreme V-taper as if I was wearing a muscular triangle. Again, in rapt fascination, I flexed my left arm; the bicep bulged like there was a soccer ball under the skin. I was strong enough now, I thought, that I could actually pick up that 10000-pound barbell I had seen earlier. My back was so wide and dense, that I felt like I could carry a Cadillac without working up a sweat. The neck was incredibly thick and connected on either side were huge swollen traps. My immense pecs and barrel chest contained enough strength, I thought, that I could bench-press an armored car. The quads in my thighs could squat an M-1 Abrams battletank. My calves looked as if they could lift a full semi-truck tanker a few inches off the ground. I was physically enormous beyond any of my wildest muscle fantasies.

“According to the display your body is now tapering off and stopping. You’re now stabilized at 8′-4″ with a body muscle mass of 785 pounds. You are a little bigger than predicted but close to the mark. Congratulations, how do you feel, lover?”

“Like I am for the first time in my life I feel normal, my Princess.”

“So did I,” she chuckled, “you should start to feel a bit tired in a few minutes. After all your body has undergone a tremendous phase change transformation.”

She came over and unplugged my body from the IV tubes. I still could not get over the size of my new super muscular body. I continue to flex my upper arms, shoulders, lats, and back in utter amazement. Out of curiosity I walked over to the weightroom area, I had noticed earlier. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that she was carefully watching me. I counted the total of weight plates on a dumbbell she had left out. There was 250 pounds on the outsized dumbbell. I decided to lift it. I gripped it in my now large left hand, braced myself as if I were going to do bent-over dumbbell rows. Without thinking, I lifted it – so easily, so simply!

“Oh, my God,” I whispered in awe, “It feels like it weighs nothing to me”

Slowly, I put it down as she came up to me.

“Your new body, Michael, is far stronger than it looks. Then again, so am I. In your case, you’re are several times more powerful than I am, just as I wanted for you. Our bodies are many times exponentially stronger than the strongest male or female in world. Just what our limits are I really don’t know. When you start working out to gain more muscle on that now magnificent body of yours, you will see what I mean. I would like to see you to get even denser and add more size to your frame to finish filling out. I know you’ll want to, but just how much will have to be up to you.”

As I saw my reflection in one of mirrors that was spaced around the weightroom area – it or rather I – was unbelievable to behold as an awesome and incredible sight of ultra masculinity.

“Yes, you’re right. I do want to get even more massive. I’ll definitely put on 200 pounds or maybe even more, Yolanda. It looks to me like I’ve plenty of room to expand.”

“That’ why I train down here. You have never seen me upstairs because if I did most likely I would go through the floor. You, as you are now, would most certainly go crashing through the floor. Then my . . . ”

She paused in thought, then corrected herself.

“Our secret would be out.”

Suddenly, the stress of the transformation hit me. I felt extremely tired and sleepy. She saw what was happening to me from the way I looked. Yolanda took my huge hand with her now smaller hand and led me to her outsized bed.

“Come this way Michael and lie down on the bed.”

I could now see the reason why all her furniture was so outsized; it had to be in order to support her titanic Amazonian body and now my super Hercules-sized body, too. Nude as I was, I didn’t have a care in the world. I laid back and dozed off after a few minutes just as she said I would.

Chapter Seven

It was dark in the room when I awoke. I gently pulled off the cover she had placed over me. Then I lifted my body out bed and got to my feet very carefully so as not to bump into anything.

“What a jerk I am – it was all a dream!”

Then I realized I was not at home. I turned and looked at the bed and there was Yolanda with her broad back to me. She had a drop-dead gorgeous sexy muscular female body I thought sleepily. She seduced me, that was all, I dreamily thought. We must have sexed and the rest was a dream. I decided go to the bathroom for a drink of water. I padded quietly and carefully across the room, opened the bathroom door, went through and quietly left the door ajar. Only then did I turn on the lights. I was in a state of shock. I first thought someone else was in the room. On the wall mirror stared back a red-blonde haired and bearded super Herculean hulk. Then I realized it was not a dream after all. It was I! My whole body was huge and muscular. No, not just muscular, super Hulk-like muscular! It really had all happened to me as I remembered it. In response to what I saw in the mirror, I instinctively did a front lat spread, then a double-arm biceps shot, then a side tricep pose and then I flexed my quads. I couldn’t believe how huge I now was. As I was looking in amazement at myself in the mirror, only then did I notice something that I had overlooked early. Of course, my masculine equipment had grown larger with my body. No, I thought, they had grown even larger then in proportion.

“So,” I mused, “she enhanced me there, too.”

“So how do you like your new body, lover?”

I turned and saw that Yolanda was in the doorway with extremely joyful and proud look to her face. She wasn’t asleep, as I had supposed after all. She must have watched me go to the bathroom, followed me and watched me flex my muscles. Only then, after waiting did Yolanda silently opened the door all the way. She was wearing a partly exposed bathrobe. It draped loosely over her muscular feminine body barely able to conceal her bulging arms and shoulders or long muscular legs. I looked in the mirror and then back to her.

“I suppose I should shout and scream to have my old body back, but the fact is I really prefer looking like Mr Olympia.”

“Oh, I don’t think he can be compared to you, Michael, you are more like Mr Super Olympia.

She continued smiling at me as she walked up to me. She let the robe drop off in the doorway, reveling the rest of her sexy muscular body that earlier I had lusted for. I then remembered my earlier erection. Again, I could feel the deep arousal and the stiffening of my shaft, fact that was impossible to hide from her.

“I told you that there would time for that later, lover, and now is later.”

She ran her hand over my muscular pecs feeling the strength contained in my new body.

“God,” she whispered, “The strength of your body must be tremendous.”

I blushed and broke out in a smile when she said that, but I couldn’t find the right words to make a reply, but it didn’t matter, she knew how I felt even without my uttering the words.

“And I know have you now where I always wanted you . . . at my mercy.”

For the first time it hit me just how much taller and bigger I now was in comparison to her. I was actually looking down at her! Because the top of her head only came up to my neck in height and my enormous size, I didn’t feel threatened in any way. It was a strange feeling of total security. It felt good. Hell, more than that, it felt great! I actually wanted her to initiate the situation. Then, as if sensing my cue, she closed in and reached out her arms up over my thick neck, lifted herself up, and embraced my body. In turn I rapped my arms around her and helped elevate her off the floor. I could feel my stiffening erection against her hard abs. Rhythmically and gently with her body she stroked me, just enough without going too far at this point.

“I do love you so Michael.”

“And I, you, Yolanda, I know I have since the first day I saw you.”

Our lips connected and smashed. After a time, we had to come up for air. I helped to lower her down. I was still hard but she wanted to drag out the moment. We stood there awhile looking at one another and holding each other’s hands. In my mind even though I was now taller and bigger then her, I still was looking up to her, not out of intimidation, but in loving admiration to the Goddess she was. I saw in turn that she could sense my changed feelings by the way she was looking at me. She had such a joyful and loving look to face that it almost radiated a glow. As our silent communication was happening, my erection slowly, but not fully, started to go down.

“You know I was thinking about what you told me earlier about myself. You were right. You would have made a great psychologist.”

“In actually, psychology is one of my favorite subjects. I knew want you wanted – I knew what I wanted – and I had the power to make certain that we both got what we wanted.”

“And what sort of power is that, my Muscle Goddess?”

“A power that all women possess.”

She gazed up at me and smiled that radiant feminine smile that I loved so well.

“A woman can always achieve her aspirations – but only if the will is great enough.”

As I looked at her, I nodded in silent agreement.

Again she closed in and started to lift herself up to embrace my body. In response I returned the favor and I encircled her body with my super thick arms and effortlessly again helped to raise her off the floor. Our lips connected and smashed together for a second time. This time, however, she got more aggressive about it. I felt her wiggling tongue in my mouth, like a maddened snake. At the same time could feel my erection growing again against her hard body. She reached down with one hand, stroked me just enough and again brought me to full hardness. As I supported her she took her hand and expertly guided my swollen manhood into her hot, wet and eager womanhood. Then she lifted her legs up, rapped, tightened them around my thick waist, and pressed herself against my pelvis. To help support her, I shifted my arms and reached down. With my two huge hands I firmly gripped the bottom of her round hard buttock muscles and pulled our pelvises tighter together. Then I started slowly stroked myself into her in response from the encouraging rhythm from her body.

“I love your large hardness inside of me. I can feel your Man-juice beginning to flow. It feels like a hot oil.” She whispered.

For every action she initiated I answered in kind. Her vaginal muscles enclosed around my now fully expanded erection. She was beginning to cum and I could feel the warm moistness inside of her womanhood. My new body was so strong now, that as I held her, she hardly seemed to weigh very much to me. As I started to pump, she moaned and groaned with our movements. I started to pump her more. Slowly at first, then harder as she signaled me.

“Do you know what they say?” she sighed in pleasure.

“No, what, love?” I strained to say.

“Men for pleasure, cucumbers for ecstasy, but with you who needs cucumbers, or other men for that matter. In you I get the best of both.”

“Truth is, Princess I cannot imagine making love to anyone else but you. You have made me whole.”

“It is larger and harder then I thought it would be, my stallion.”

“I have to thank you for that too, Yolanda, I cannot believe how more sensitive it is now.”

“I know, the process did that for me too. Don’t stop lover. Don’t you dare stop . . . you feel indescribable.”

I continued to stroke into her, for me it was just as unbelievable, the sensations I was experiencing were so complete locked into in the arms of a Goddess who was only for me and I for her.

“Maybe I should . . . slow down a bit?”

“Don’t tease me, you mass monster. Your performance is . . . exemplary. Don’t stop. Keep going . . . harder . . . more . . . yes, more.”

Under her dominance and command I obeyed – to our mutual pleasure and pleasuring. I felt like a God with my new body and she was the Goddess I served. With my new abilities, I would protect her at all costs from any that would dare harm her.

“Harder? Faster?” I groaned in pleasure.

“Yes more . . . more harder . . . harder now . . . now . . . oh now – don’t stop now!”

My shaft was extremely hard as I pumped into her, more then I ever had felt in my life. It felt stretched beyond what I thought possible. With one final hard pump, my balls contracted, squeezed and exploded into her. My organism felt like nothing I had ever felt before with my old body, on and on and on and on it went and I pored my released offering inside of her. I thought my toes were going to shoot out of my cock any minute now under this super orgasm I was feeling. She, too, was contracting. She tightened her body around me like a human vise and her nails began to claw my thick back as she cried out at climax.

I wished that this glimpse of eternal ecstasy could go on forever for both of us. Finally, the tidal wave that I felt started to dissipate. After a few moments pause, I started to feel her relax her muscular body as her sensation was spent. As she slowly started to unclamp her legs from around my waist, I helped to lower her down off me. We were then both drained and so we relaxed on the floor. As I lay there looking at her with loving affection, sitting she looked down at me with her lovely dark blue eyes. She returned that same gaze of affection.

“How about another round in the bath hot tub, lover?”

How could I say possibly say no that proposition after her first two to me had so worked out greater than in my wildest dreams.

“My Princess, you have got yourself a date!”

By the way, I was not sure, but that we didn’t crack some of those bathroom tiles that day.

The End?

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I think that went well, so, let’s continue.

Fun fact: this next story is one that I personally asked AlexG if he had or knew where to find a copy anywhere in the many FMG forums and sites. It turns out he added a spin-off that I wasn’t aware:

YOLANDA’S FORMULA
A Michael and Yolanda Adventure
A Fantasy GT/GTS/Muscle Growth Adventure Story
By Alexander Germain © 1998 – alexgermain@yahoo.com

Chapter One

Personal Journal of Michael Moray
Volume One – A Transformation Odyssey

With all that’s recently happened to me it’s hard to know where I should start – a common enough problem with all personal recountals of a biographical nature, or so I’ve been told. Well, since this is supposed to be a journal of my personal thoughts and observations, She suggested that I should begin by telling you who I am – or rather, once used to be . . .

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My name is Michael Moray and one of the things that I have always admired, and even envied at times, the masculinely muscular heroes like those in the works of classical Science Fiction and Fantasy – the stories with John Carter and Dejah Thoris, especially being among my favorites. It was then, as a young teenager of fourteen that I first discovered that I actually preferred athletically built females such as superfitness ones or even better yet to me – female bodybuilders – as a desirable archetype in a woman. This of course, was contrary to what society normally considered being attractive – such as the hyperaugmented Sports Illustrated swimsuit models or Playboy centerfolds. It’s not to say I didn’t find these kinds of women beautiful to look upon, not at all – it’s just that for me they weren’t my personal ideal as an archetype in a prospective female.

After attending collage and getting degrees in computer science and history at NIU at DeKalb, I got a job as a computer-programming technician at the Unidyne Computer Corporation which was located in the City of Chicago, Illinois. I decided to try out in my spare time to do something about the way I looked physically. I was six-foot two and had a lean, lanky appearance as your stereotypical slender-built computer geek. Not exactly knowledgeable as where to start, after confiding with my wise Aunt Anita and a lifelong physical culturist, suggested a local gym in my area. I checked it out and was impressed – the equipment was first class, the hours open were flexible and it had reasonable membership rates.

Aside from the facilities, at a personal level it also had one other factor that made it extremely attractive – athletically built females and Amazonian bodybuilders that were only seen in Boris Vallejo or Frank Frazetta fantasy artworks. However, none more then one in particular that captivated me – and captured my soul – a young woman by the name of Yolanda Kochalski.

Not only was she the owner of the gymnasium/dojo, but Yolanda was hardly your ordinary female physical culturist with an ultra tall Hippolytian physique that measured a towering seven foot three in height. Her sculpted silhouette had an aura of flawless femuscular perfection – broad in the shoulders and amply endowed with a prominent pair of F-cup-sized breasts – she seemed like a Junoesque merger of the She-Hulk, Thundra and Valkyrie into a solitary individual. Facially, her Elvish-angelic profile of magnetic beauty was blessed with set of sea-blue eyes and a radiant halo of golden blonde hair that cascaded downward to mid-back in length. As a wondrous woman of majestic power, she seemed like a close cousin of Marjorie Monaghan – albeit as one that possessed the graceful athletic attributes of Gabrielle Reece and Anja Schreiner blended with the augmented physique-build of Denise Hoshor.

From very moment I laid eyes upon her, I was attracted to her – even drawn to her magnetic demeanor – and that was a natural enough reaction given the blend of femininity and muscularity that she possessed as well as my inclinations about such women. However, there was something else – indefinable that mere words could not adequately express – a metaphysical familiarity I felt about her. Socially, as our close friendship grew stronger what we each felt only intensified – eventually it evolving into true love that was filled with a boundless passion.

She’s reminding me that I’m getting ahead of myself here . . . that came later, for now back to the very beginning.

When I first met her, she struck me as the ultimate female bodybuilder I had ever seen in all my life, the perfect blend of femininity and super muscularity. From that moment on I was secretly in love with her. Over the time I was going there we had became good friends although I was a little intimidated by her size and height. Despite our physical differences, she seemed to want my company, going out of her way at times to be with me. It mystified me, I figured it had to be my intellect and not my body she respected. In turn, from our discourses, I discovered she had brains to match her brawn. Obviously, she enjoyed my company, socially, but could she ever come to love me, as I was as so deeply in love with her?

Chapter Two

My adventure began as she was closing and locking up the building at 9 P.M. on a Saturday. The radio on the wall was tuned to a local FM station that only played the top pop hits of the 60s, 70s and 80s. “Bus Stop” by the English group The Hollies was coming from it. I was talking to her across the registration desk about how I wasn’t getting anywhere. Zippo progress in my development I told her. And that I was considering chalking it up to one of life’s disappointing experiences. But also that I really enjoyed her company. Dismally I thought, however, she was someone for whom I could never expect to attract physically. The tune from the radio had switched and now was playing “Hush” by Deep Purple.
Looking down at me with concern on her face Yolanda asked, “Have you ever heard of the Super Soldier Formula?”

This question from out of left field caught me off guard, but I recovered quickly.

“Actually yes, from my studies of history in collage. The rumor I heard goes that it was a top-secret government project but it didn’t work out and was abandoned. If ever such a project did exist; all the surviving paperwork was buried in the Pentagon’s Future Eyes Only Vault, not to be declassified until sometime in the next century. The myth of it, however, has survived on only in comic books like Captain America.”

“Well it wasn’t a myth, there really was a government project during the Cold War. Its main purpose was to create a cadre of elite Super Soldiers to carry out ultra top secret missions. A second purpose was the possible spin off for medical uses. It might be helpful in aiding the healing of very ill persons, such as Soldiers exposed to radioactive fallout.”

“How do you know all this?”

“My Father, Dr. Alexander Kochalski, was one of the head bio-scientists on the project. It was canceled just short of completion when the Cold War was over. Government funding began to dry up. My Father being the kind of man, who didn’t know what the meaning of NO was, kept up the research on his own time in the government labs. He also had a more personal reason to keep the project going.”

I could hear the radio in the background playing “One Tin Soldier” by Coven as I asked, “What was it?”

“Me.”

“You!”

“Yes, you see I was always a very frail and sickly child. The doctors didn’t think that I would live very long if something drastic didn’t happen. And they had tried everything in the book. By the time I was in my early 20’s I would probably be dead. Therefore, he continued his research on the side. Finally, one day, he figured he had it worked out. The formula checked out on all the best CRAY supercomputer simulations that he could run. The trouble was that the Formula, being made especially for Homo Sapiens DNA, it was not possible to make any final test with any lab animals. It would have to be tried out on a Human volunteer without such final precautions.

One night, a little over six years ago, when I was eighteen, he took me with him to the government lab.

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“Yolanda this is the Human Transformation Computer.”

Then he showed me a vial of yellow fluid.

“And this is the Super Soldier Formula I have been working on for these past years. The Formula part has been extremely hard to produce. It is the only thing that will hopefully save your life. I have run all the tests and computer simulations on it I can. I want to eject you with it. The final decision, though, has to be yours.’

I only responded after some moments thought.

“Yes Father please do. I will go through with it.”

He then proceeded to prepare me for the process that was come, neither of us, though, had any ideas of just how fantastic a change it would engender in me.

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“My throat is getting dry. A moment please.”

She took a drink from the glass of bottled water on the desk. The station disk jockey was now playing “Land of Confusion” by Genesis. Do they even still have disk jockeys I thought, or are the machines taking over those jobs too? I waited as the tune went on.

“So, what happened next?”

“After I stepped onto the platform, I went into a clear Plexiglas half-tube body chamber. There he secured me gently to the vertical backrest. There were IVs plugged into me as well. One line supplying vital nutrients that my body would require if the process worked. The Formula was mixed with a modified DNA sequence serum made from my blood sample. The computer using nanotechnology creates it. The Formula is the fuel for the furnace and the computer controls the morph via the serum. From a mechanical hypodermic gun, the Formula was injected into me and the process began. My Father monitored me from a remote work station area. On a computer screen he could watch the numeric figures scroll by. The data came from the machines that measured my height, weight, respiration, heartbeat, perspiration, nutrients, and for all I knew at the time, smellers! Twenty-five minutes went by with what seemed to be no change in me physically. It took that long for the Formula to course though my weak body and reaches the centers of hormonal growth. Suddenly I grew warm and broke out in a sweat. My entire musculature felt like all the muscles were surging with electricity. A hot electric feeling, but a very positive one. The various muscle groups started to feel pumped, then fatigued, and then stronger. This cycle continued repeatedly. My heart beat increased, and my body started to fill out into a normal human female. My body, which had been so thin, thickened up to a healthy normal level. I gained mostly muscle, with some bodyfat in essential places to give my frame a more feminine look. The result was that my body transformed into the form of an athletic, female fitness woman. My breasts, which were rather small, expanded but not near enough as far as I was concerned.

“You could have fooled me,” I chuckled in amusement.

“Watch it you clown,” she smiled – beamingly, “these pair of wrecking balls came a little later on, but not that much later.”

The radio had now changed to “Joy” by the English group Apollo 100

“My hair, which had been a sandy color and was very thin in body, changed into a golden blonde. That didn’t surprise me, though, my Mother’s hair was that color. I was very pleased that the Formula, in the process of healing my sickly body, had accessed that part of my genetic inheritance. It grew thicker and longer just like I remembered hers. Finally, in length, it reached down to the middle of my back. My skin that had been a pasty white turned nut brown tan. However, the process of bodily change it didn’t stop there. To my Father’s surprise, and even more to my own, my muscles continued to grow larger and I was gaining more weight – as if I was bulking up. Physically inside, I felt like I was a nuke power plant being warmed up to full steam. Two things had happened. One being, that there were unknown factors at work, such as the potency of the Formula in a real human body. The second thing tied in with the first. Unknown to my father, when he programmed the morph template, this underestimation of what the Formula could do in a real body had caused the modified DNA sequence serum to compensate for it in spades. I was beginning to look like a medium weight female bodybuilder – lean and muscularly defined, yet very feminine in appearance. The growth didn’t stop but continued unabated. In height and size, I was transforming into a heavy weight female bodybuilder.

Finally, I was starting to turn into a super heavy weight female bodybuilder – a She-Hulk! Never before in my life had I felt such size and strength. I was astonished just how much I liked – no loved the feeling. I begin to flex muscles I didn’t even know I had. First I tightened my right bicep and it bulged in unison with my tricep. This action under my blouse sleeve caused the fabric to stretch to the breaking point. I could feel my shoulders, back, lats, traps, and neck getting thicker. My breasts, too, were growing larger. I could feel my bra starting to get tight. When I flexed my upper body hard, I used up all the free space in the blouse. It all but tore at the seams. Next, I tried flexing my massive thigh muscles and calves. The pressure from my contracting quads produced the result that the slacks became very tight – tighter then even my blouse sleeve had. When I tried my calves, I could feel the long socks I was wearing slip down my legs. As the process accelerated my clothes continued to tighten, stretch, and spilt open. Whether I was flexing my muscles or not, my clothes were giving way under the pressure from the new muscular She-Hulk body that I was developing. The seams of my slacks and blouse sleeves started to burst under the pressure from my newly growing muscular limbs. The front buttons of the blouse were beginning to pop off from the growth of my breasts and pecs. Then, the back of my blouse spilt under the expansion from my back, spreading lats, and swelling shoulder muscles.

Next, my soft belly began to tighten with wash board ridges that were making my abs look like an ice cube tray. Something else I started to notice. With the exception what had grown earlier from my head, all of my body hair was getting thinner and vanishing, even the pubic area. Of course couldn’t see my crotch at that time, but I could feel what was happening there. Finally, my body hair disappeared altogether. Then, I felt myself growing taller and thicker boned. I could actually feel and see my hands and feet getting bigger. It was logical, I suppose, with all this newly growing muscle mass the modified DNA sequence serum told my body to create a bigger skeleton to support it all. As my feet grew increasingly larger, the pressure caused my socks and canvas boat shoes that I had been wearing to split open. Under the strain from my expanding chest, breasts, dense back, and widening lats my bra snapped off me like a slingshot and the panties shredded in kind. As I continued filling out, I could feel my broadening lats pushing my huge arms and shoulders out in an oversized V taper to my upper body and legs lengthening to unbelievable size and muscular shapeliness.

Only when the transformation complete itself could I finally and truly appreciate what had happened to me. Within the course of a single evening, I had grown from a modest 5′-5″ and 75 pounds into female powerhouse of 7′-3” who weighed a solid femuscular 450 pounds.

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“Of course, I have put on a little more size from my bodybuilding in the last five years. I have gained 50 pounds more since that day. So now I weigh 500 pounds, as you can see.”

As if, in demonstration, she flexed her body and did a double-arm biceps shot and then a front lat spread for me. Both times she did this her Amazonian body did considerable stretching to her current blouse.

“Now, though, I haven’t felt the need to get to much bigger, after all I still want to look like a woman, a She-Hulk-type woman, of course.”

She smiled at me then relaxed her body.

Chapter Three

“Oh, I don’t know, Yolanda. I think you could still get considerably bigger. With your frame, you still have plenty of room to add some more muscle mass. On you it would look really great.”

“Thank you for saying so, I respect your opinions. I will keep what you said in mind – maybe later on I will put on some more muscle size.”

“I’m curious, how did your father react to his daughter’s transformation into a She-Hulk female bodybuilder? I mean you went from one extreme then all the way to the other end of the scale.”

“Well, of course it was a great shock to him as it was to me. But he saw that I was overjoyed with the change. I really liked, no, loved being huge. In addition, I would now live a long healthy life. In his mind that was all that counted, that his daughter would live. He was very happy about it. Now looking like an extreme female bodybuilder didn’t even bother him after a while. He knew it was Alright with me. In fact he got to be very proud of my new abilities”

“Now for the sixty-four million-dollar question: Why are you now telling me all this?”

In the background the tune of “Precious and Few” by Climax was coming from the radio.

Yolanda shrugged those magnificent shoulders of hers and responded in a quiet tone.

“After three years of coming to my gym and seeing you struggle so hard and after what you told me early this evening, I felt the time was ripe. You see, I don’t . . . can’t . . . afford to lose you, Michael. I’m in love with you. As you are with me.”

“My God, I don’t know how you figured me out, but it’s true.”

I looked down at the desk calendar unable to look her in the face.

“I am in love with you, Yolanda. I think from the first day that I met you. However, it never seemed the right time to tell you or thought that it could ever, work out for us. Never could I imagine that you felt the same about me. What could you possible be attracted to in me?”

She took my hand in her larger one. It warmed and reassured me like nothing I had ever known before from her as I gazed upward again in to her starling dark blue eyes.

“Many things, my Michael. You are an intelligent, kind, thoughtful, and gentleman – if but a bit shy of me. From our previous talks, I know we both have similar interests. Such as in books, cooking, movies, science, computers, and physical culture to name a few. We are about the same ages. We are very compatible. I know you find me physically attractive, attractive enough to make love to me if only you didn’t feel so inferior, physically, to me. I could never make the first move due to your physical and mental reservations. If I did, you would have been scared off. You had to come to me when you were finally ready in your own mind. Consciously you didn’t know this, but subconsciously you did.”

The disk jockey, machine, whatever, had switched to “Classic Gas” by Mason Williams.

Surprised, I said, “How did you know, or was I that obvious?”

Yolanda impishly smiled, “Well, it wasn’t as if your tongue was hanging out, but, it was close to it. I could sense it from the way you looked at me from time to time, talked to me and treated me as person. Smart, muscular and strong women turn off most men. Others lust only for the body and don’t care about the personality inside such a physique. However, you seem to be that rare exception who sees me as a person and not a sex object. As a person, you have always been friendly with me treating me as an equal, despite the great physical differences between us. Many of the men I have encountered here as common lifestyle partners have been muscleheads with no brains. Again you are not that type of man and I know you won’t have been even if you were as big as a house. You are highly intelligent and I really like and respect men with brains. However, physically you are my inferior. I would never intentionally hurt you Michael – and if I ever found out that someone had – well, I would turn that person into a grease spot! They would literally need a spatula to pick up what was left of his body when I got finished with him. For you, however, that could never be enough to allow you to feel safe and intimate in my company. But in your soul you need . . . crave is a better word, a real sense of personal physical power. This is very important to you. Yet as a man you want to be gently dominated, sexually, by me. I’m sensitive enough to know you need the mental security of being bigger and stronger than I am in order to open yourself to my advances. I have no problems with this fact. You knew you could never hope to be my equal or my physical superior and that’s what is holding you back. Physically I could seduce you and rape your fair white body and there would be nothing you could do to stop me. Nevertheless, I am not that type of a person. I want your companionship as a friend, as a lover, and as a mate.”

I smiled at her analysis of me, “I know you can be determined Yolanda, and I like that in you. I think that was one of the things that attracted me to you in the first place.”

“Not the first reason, though – be honest,” she beamed with a teasing smile.

She flexed those magnificent upper body muscles as she said this. Again, they did considerable stretching to her blouse. Silently I blushed in counter response to her actions, as if confirming it.

“Even if you didn’t have the mental and emotional reservations that you do, you as you are now, you could never be able to perform to my satisfaction or yours, due to my great physical size. You simple have too small a body for me and I want you to have a large body. Much larger then mine in fact. I like men who have brains. I also like big muscular male bodies. It’s not your fault nature dealt you a body that doesn’t match your intellect. I have longed to find a man that could love me for what I am and you are that man. I also want to help you to feel comfortable with my company. I want very badly to transform you into that physique that you can only now dream of and hunger for . . . because I love you so.”

“Are you telling me that you still have access to your Father’s Super Soldier Formula?”

“Yes, and all the equipment for utilizing it. You see after my change I started to attend collage, studying the biosciences like my Father. You see I now had my whole life before me and because of what I had once been and what I had now become the subject fascinated me. In addition, with my new body I developed a keen interest in female bodybuilding as a life style. Two years later, however, he died in automobile accident. I have long suspected that it was no accident, but that is another story. As far as I know nobody knew of his secret private research but me. I was his only test subject. I think he feared of what would happen if knowledge of what he had discovered got into to the wrong hands. So after my ‘change’ he only did limited work on it in his spare time. He used me a guide and as a base to complete his work. Because I worked with him, I knew what I had to collect in equipment from the government lab when it was shut down and sold off. Nobody seemed to want it and nobody recognized me when I did put up the money to buy it. It was solely due to the greatly changed physical appearance of my body that I was not recognized. I bought the equipment along with this gym with the proceeds from his government life insurance. It was/is quite a lot of money I received. Consequently running a gym has also been a good cover for me. It has given me protective coloring from people who might have come after me.”

Yolanda paused for a moment, seeming to listen to the radio playing “Love Is Blue” by Paul Mauriat.

“Well do you want me to help transform you or not, Michael? I won’t force you, the choice is yours, of course.”

I instantly responded without a second thought, and from that moment onward, I knew that my life would never be the same again.

“To be what I have longed for all my life and to have your companionship would be the best of both worlds, yes please.”

“Well then, step this way and follow me, my love.”

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Chapter Eight

After a few hours of joyfully passionate consummation, James and Carmen announced they were now ready to return to the now torch lit encampment at the beginning of nightfall.

“So soon,” AlexG wryly commented, “I would have thought at least another day for you two humping Mega Deities. The terrain to the north of us still needs to be leveled . . .”

DeniseH symbolically with the power of her mind put an astral hand over his mouth.

“Now dear,” DeniseH impishly smiled, “they’ve shown remarkable restraint in this matter. Conservative, compact and to the point. Just because when we first did it and you seduced me for the length of a week, doesn’t mean everyone does.”

Gently removing DeniseH’s astral hand, AlexG said: “Me? Don’t believe a word she says young ones. This nymphomaniac of a wife of mine – I bargained her down from a full month and that wasn’t easy to do. Once she gets started, I have to satisfy her needs – fully.”

“And you don’t have a choice either,” she smiled lustfully at him, “your chivalrous soul cannot refuse my just wishes – as you well know.”

“Quite right, I have a very hard time resisting your sexy body and sultry seductive voice. Your powers keep me vertical are a wonder to be-hold. Even when I’m fatigued in my work.”

James and Carmen by this time were starting to laugh at the two’s bantering back and forth. It was obvious that they deeply loved one another greatly. In addition, AlexG and DeniseH must have been doing the same with each other at the encampment, as they had in enjoying one another’s pleasure five miles away.

“Please stop,” James broke in, “your sex talk will corrupt our young minds with all sorts amorous ideas.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” put in Carmen winking, “young minds just seem to grow them all by themselves.”

“All too true James,” AlexG said, “when we were much younger several millennia ago it was not much different with us.”

“Actually darling, we still are in many ways . . . as some of our Vassals think of us.”

“Yes, true as their Young King and Young Queen – anyway, patch up your differences, because the amazing team of God James and Goddess Carmen are on their way . . . ”

With a radiant burst of Starlight from the pair of Megas standing five miles away and then less then a second later, another pair of energy flashes, but more normal-sized appeared at the encampment.

” . . . In a flash,” he finished now with the two of them returned.

The four of them were still naked but like the older pair, they had fully integrated into their new forms and paid no mind to that fact or of their own nudity.

“Well,” AlexG observed, “you’ve shrunk a bit I see – James at eleven and Carmen at nine feet plus.”

“Yes,” said Carmen, “we’ve decided to normally be about this size together in public.”

“In a way” James continued, “you two motivated us and are our role models – so we copied your Deity to Mortal scale. It is easier, as you said to relate to them; otherwise, they seem less then insects. Which of course, they definitely are not.”

“But Carmen,” DeniseH commented, “I’m eleven feet plus tall, not nine – you’re shorter then me.”

“I know,” Carmen said in an honest tone, “I convinced James here to be like AlexG, in stature, however I like being shorter then you and as well it pleases me to be this way with James.

“My dear wife,” James chuckled, “is just as hard to refuse as yours is AlexG – so I agreed with her wishes.”

“I hope you understand and aren’t disappointed – you see, I’ve always had a thing for very large and tall men, despite the fact that all my life that I wished to be taller. Therefore, in this way I get the best of both worlds. I’m taller then any Mortal man or woman, but my beloved husband is very large, even compared to myself – a fact that I dearly love.”

“Ah I see,” DeniseH said, “I understand your reasons – and don’t concern yourself, I’m not in any way disappointed, dear one. If that makes you two happy, then by all means do so as you wish.”

“Wait a second,” AlexG stated, “did I hear you two correctly – husband and wife? But you two aren’t married.”

“Before we became God and Goddess we weren’t,” James explained, “but afterwards I proposed to her.”

“And I accepted,” Carmen added with a broad grin, “since we are Deities now, we didn’t think any Mortal could rightfully do the ceremony for us.”

“So we pledged ourselves to one another under the open sky and in the fading sun to the Supreme One – Zed.”

“You knew to do that – in Him/Hers name then?” asked AlexG.

“Yes,” Carmen confirmed, “that’s was something we both were surprised by, somehow we both knew all the required words to say, the power that Zed represents – everything. It was as if we always had known it. Perhaps that is part of the process of becoming a God or Goddess?”

“Yes,” DeniseH answered, “it is Carmen – but for the pair of us, it was a bit different. Zed revealed Him/Her-self directly to us, so we knew even before we were transformed and then married by Zed right after our transformation.”

“Well,” AlexG teased, “what happened next – or should I just assume massive horizontal action.”

“No,” James answered, “exactly something else first – and it was really weird, we heard a voice in our minds, Zed.”

“Dang,” AlexG exclaimed, “Zed’s on vacation, He/She talked to you – what did He/She say?”

“Zed said,” Carmen replied, “‘No problem my children, so be it. You look to be a fine couple and I accept and bless your oaths to one another.’ And then His/Her presence was gone from our minds.”

“Fantastic,” AlexG exclaimed, “just like it was for us – well sort of. Anyway, this called for some real honest to Zed adult beverages to commemorate your joining.”

And at this, a selection of potables ranging from imported Polish Vodka to Jack Daniel’s No 7 materialized on the table with liquor glasses. All agreed to put on some clothing in order to properly celebrate the marriage of the new young God and Goddess of Terra. AlexG resumed wearing his sports jacket, casual dress shirt and slacks – while DeniseH slipped into tastefully designed twin-strapped, one-piece cocktail dress that revealed as much as it concealed. Wishing to emulate her mentor, Carmen followed suit with a strapless dress that appeared to be spray painted onto the curvaceous contours of her august body. James being of a more conservative nature simply shifted into a pair of denim blue jeans, an embroidered shirt and cowboy boots.

As they were celebrating the new marriage of James and Carmen, a Starlight flash materialization suddenly occurred within the encampment. It was a living Adonis of a God – and wearing a set of flowing robes that would have looked right at home in Classical Greece or Rome. Given the size of his ubermuscular development and masculine endowment, a modern set of clothing (shirt and pants) would have been highly uncomfortable in all the wrong places.

“Thank Zed I found you AlexG, please, you’ve got to help me!”

Impulsively, he gripped the sports jacket in his two ham-sized hands – much to the surprise and suppressed annoyance of AlexG. Obviously, he was terribly scared and upset.

“You’re the Scribe of the Supreme One and you’d know what to do if anyone would. I know you warned me, but when I got involved with them I though it would be a great thing. The greatest thing ever, but now their insistent demands for more of myself is going to kill me.”

“Nonsense,” AlexG replied, “you’re a God you cannot die.”

Gently, AlexG got the other God to release his sports jacket – smoothing it with his hands.

“I know that,” he said all but with tears in his eyes, “but it would beat being pleasured tortured by them. I cannot keep up with them, I don’t have the stamina – I’m a God, not a perpetual motion machine for Zed’s sake! And I cannot refuse them – they’re so wonderful. However, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing – Zed knows I’ve learned my lesson and I want out, but they won’t let me – so I escaped them, for the moment.”

“Well, my advice is to hide out in some universe that they’d never thing to look in, perhaps yet you should even act as a Mortal man for an age or two. Maybe become a writer or some such occupation – but for Zed’s sake stay away from romance novels – with you it would be a dead giveaway. It should be easy for a person like you to avoid them, you’re a God, creativity is in your blood.”

“Yes that’s a great idea – thank you thank you.”

Then he looked at his sundial watch – and his face turned white.

“Oh nuts, I’ve been here too long . . . and the pair of you seem like a lovely couple, my congratulations to you both.”

Backing off some distance from the group, he disappeared in a Starlight flash.

“Who was that?” James asked – somewhat in confusion at the suddenness of the event.

“Oh,” DeniseH answered, “that was God Aeros. A short while back he became intimately involved with some of the Goddesses of the IRT – but then that’s his business.”

“Goddesses of the IRT?” Carmen inquired – now curious for more information.

“Inter Relay Talk,” AlexG answered, “it’s a guild of Goddesses who manage computer chat rooms amongst several universes of the Multiverse. They get a real thrill out of role playing – and I hear it’s a growing interest with Mortal males. Some of their leaders names are . . .”

A synchronization of Starlight flashes and a pair of nine-foot Goddesses appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Standing side by side, one was possessed of long cascading dark hair, the other, a blonde with short-cropped hair. The two of them were dressed much as Aeros had been. They were clothed in Classical period gowns with a single strap over the right shoulder. A bronze clap or brooch held the feminine outfit in place. Bracelets, rings and a necklace were adorned upon each of them, along with leather sandals on their feet. However, the eight-foot plus clothing or for the most part lack of it was very revealing. In addition, even the cloth itself was semi-transparent revealing their well-developed high bosomed bodies in all of their glory.

“These are the Goddesses Brigid and Trish.”

“Hello AlexG,” Goddess Brigid coyly smiled, “the perfect gentleman, you’re as gracious as ever – alas.”

“Too true – so what can I do for you lovely ladies?”

“Oh plenty,” Brigid laughed, “but for now we are looking for the God Aeros, he escaped from our clutches. And we figured he’d come to you for help or advice – seen him?”

“Actually yes, but he sensed you coming and winked out of here before I got more then word or two.”

“Oh,” Trish grinned with a lustful glint, “I think you got more in then that with him, but we’ll find him and drag him back to his job as our personal sex slave.”

“And you know we will,” Brigid smiled in pleasure, “he’s powerless in our presence.”

“Any time you get tired of supermuscular chicks, let us know,” Trish winked knowingly.

DeniseH sensing their intentions protectively took AlexG’s arm in hers – ownership fashion.

“Not on your Immortal Deity’s lives girls, he’s all mine – besides, I’ve already promised him to the Goddesses Rojo, Kate and Faylinn if I ever do give him up. They has first dibs on his muscular butt.”

“What about this new young God here?” Brigid inquired with a predatory glint in her eyes.

“Nope, he’s mine,” Carmen declared – and following her mentor’s action, “and stick that drooling tongue back in James.”

“Who me – ouch!” he joked – then felt a free finger jabbing him in the side.

“All right, my boss – I’m all yours!”

“See, I’ve already claimed him – sorry.”

“Dang,” Brigid pouted, “well it didn’t hurt to ask.”

“See you around,” Trish said, “in time they all come to us.”

“One way or the other,” Brigid added, “sooner or later.”

They then winked out in a bright duel flash of Starlight, leaving the two couples all alone again in the dark of the night with only the torches breaking the darkness.

“What a pair,” James commented – still somewhat in awe.

Carmen added, “I’ll say – do they have a name for what they do?”

“Yes,” AlexG answered, “they are called Collectors and you’ll have to watch out for them. Moreover, be especially vigilant for ones from the side of evil Deities – The Consortium. This extends not just for yourselves, personally as a hazard, but to the beings under your direct protection. As Mortals or even Immortals, they have no one other then the pair you to look to for security. Good-hearted ones like Brigid and Trish are playful and nice with their assumed property and seek permission first from the ones they want to take. Though I think Aeros might have a slightly different opinion to express at this point in his relationship with those two.”

“Others,” DeniseH declared, “who should know better – and do – are ones that I’d nuke totally out of the Multiverse, if I had my way. Cruel and sadistic with their acquisitions as if they were no more then sex toys rather then sentient, ensouled beings.”

“I know we cannot really die as Deities,” Carmen asked, “so what do you do with them when you find them on your territory?”

“When I catch them,” DeniseH firmly stated, “I beat the crap out of them and then warp them out of our Domain. The No Trespassing Permitted Period – Violators will be Crushed and Burnt signs are well marked on the hyperspace pathways leading to the authorized ports of entry into The Realm.”

“I thought that was the job of the Guardian-Knights as protectors,” stated James.

“Normally yes,” AlexG said, “that’s true – but the two us in our joint rulership consider it as much a matter of Civil Administration as Security when such encounters or others akin to them occur. Sort of prevents jurisdictional conflicts you might say.”

“Actually,” DeniseH added with a coy wink, ” I can be a real terror when the various peoples under our aegis are threatened by the likes of such vile scum. Therefore he’s had the inspired wisdom to permit me join him as an armed auxiliary.”

James and Carmen chuckled at the thought of Multiverse enemies seeing the twin pair of God AlexG and Goddess DeniseH coming at them in wrathful anger. No doubt if they did, they’d need new Deity strength underwear – to say nothing about retreating at twice their speed.

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With their abilities as God and Goddess, AlexG and DeniseH had cloaked the younger pair from prying eyes so they could be alone – or as they put it: Time Enough For Love. Wisely, they’d allowed the Starlight flashes to be observed knowing that they’d eventually be recognized as heralding to the world at large that it now had two Deities living in residence.

From high orbit, spy satellites of both the Western and the Eastern power blocs had picked up the two distinct flashes hours apart – presumably from covert nuclear tests. However, none of the instruments detected any radiation, such as from a traditional nuclear weapon, just the light itself. Nor could the high-resolution cameras pick up any other unusual activity – the area looked totally normal otherwise. After ruling out computer glitches, falling space debris and meteorites, all available information was transmitted by the USNA Air Defense Command Center under Apache Mountain to Washington House in New York City, the District of Washington. Confirmation was received that neither the Republic of France, its clients or any of the other members of the Western Confederation of Democratic Republics and their clients were doing any testing in the Sahara Desert – covert or otherwise. The same was true with the Eastern Association of Socialist States and their clients when the Premier of the Russian Union of Soviets pointed inquired over the Hot Line demanding the same answers from him.

With friends and foes alike denying responsibly, the mystery was still on the minds of the President and his Cabinet when the secure telephone to the Octagon rang.

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(Now what, you might ask – ah, but that is another story for another time and place.)

The End?

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Chapter Seven

As the last elements of his Mortal existence were purged away, James felt hot and sweaty – unbearably feverish. In fact, it was symptomatic of his final transition into one of the Undying.

“I never expected it to feel like this, it feels so . . . amazing – so wonderful, too.”

In that very instant he could sense that the force building within him had reaching its uppermost limit – and then as he ascended into Immortal God-like form a Starlight explosion enveloped his living essence. Simultaneously, he was struck by a massive growth surge, greater then anything he had thus far experienced. Like a runaway elevator sailing into the sunny sky, his body exponentially expanded in shear size onward and upward, evolving into a Human skyscraper – and well beyond into the realm of a Super Mega-sized God. The ground underneath his two feet was shifting and depressing. His ultra gigantic form blotted out the sun and cast a long shadow over the desert landscape – mighty and terrifying. Soon his body was over 5000 feet in height and the process of growth was not showing any indications of slowing, much less stopping. Inconceivable as it might have once seemed to him – to have already grown so insanely large and continuing to grow even larger – now, it felt so normal and natural to him.

The same was as true about the world around him – keenly sensing it for the first time in ways and manners unlike anything that he had previous known as a mere Mortal being. All of the environmental elements of physical reality were his to manage and/or control. The very conditions of the weather were at his command – or if he so wished, with a single thought he could reshape this arid landscape into a lush tropical paradise. If he selectively focused, he could hear Carmen talking to AlexG and DeniseH. He sensed her wonder of his change even as she observed him. In response, James waved at them and he could actually see Carmen’s joy and waved back at him. He could feel the tempo of his body gradually slowing in its growth – close to two miles in overall height. Instinctively, he knew that upon climax, if he so willed, it was possible to grow unabated in size, but wouldn’t – he was, in his opinion, more then large enough.

His thoughts then returned to his newfound supernatural powers. The abilities such as access to teleportation like he had witnessed AlexG use. He could see and was sensitively aware of the hyperspace pathways to use, how to mentally open the doors and many other things about the Universe, no the Multiverse around him. They were like pages in a book, but that wasn’t a correct description, for they interlocked into one another and at the same time were totally separate. James couldn’t quite express it any better – it just was and that was good enough. He for the first time could sense the true Immortality he had as a God, not just physically, or mentally, but in divine spirit. Even if his body was destroyed, he could create a new one to replace it. In addition to the terrible powers he now had as a Mega, his PSI abilities to guide with, fight with, to build with or to destroy with were incredible – and nearly boundless.

Now well over two miles high and possessing the all the powers of a God – everything – from horizon to horizon was helpless before him no matter where he turned his gaze. Truly, in and of itself the ability of unlimited growth was filled with massive potential. And yet, he had a feeling of benevolent love for this world and its people. Never to do them harm, only to help and protect them when required. In this moment of awareness, James intimately understood what he was and most importantly, what was now required of him as a Guardian-Knight. It was an enormous responsibly and one he swore by all he held dear to never to misuse or abuse.

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“Well,” Carmen commented, “it looks like he’s finished growing.”

“Yes, very much so.” AlexG answered, pleased at the sight.

“Can I talk to him? I know I don’t have the Mind-speak ability yet . . .”

DeniseH smiled, “Just think what you want to say and I will PSI convey it for you.”

“How does it feel James?”

“I don’t know how to describe it, my love. Awesome, astounding, terrifying, wonderful and many more terms. I’m not even certain mere words can explain it. But I am content to accept what I am now. And I longingly await you to join me as such.”

“Good,” AlexG added, “I’m glad to hear that fact – but you are correct, there are no words to describe the feelings, they just are.”

“How before I change, not long I hope?” Carmen asked with an eager tone.

“Well,” AlexG explained, “based on what we two here can see, maybe a few hours time – remember your change started almost half a day after James’s did.”

“Yes, but you said it was faster for females.”

“Correct, but the rates slow down after the first couple of surges.”

“I remember,” Carmen sighed, “I’m just too impatient I guess.”

“No,” DeniseH said taking Carmen’s hand in reassurance, “you’re just Human and that’s normal to have such desires, for you still are Human, but more then that too as an Immortal Deity. Such emotions must be tempered with patience which is as Goddess you must be in all of your actions.”

“Is there no way to speed it up?” James inquired – genuinely curious.

DeniseH replied, “It must progress at each individual’s own pace – a transition into one of the Undying cannot be forced.”

“Well, I don’t think I want to return to normal scale just yet, I really like this new size. No point in teleporting back as a Mega, I’d crush the encampment. Therefore, I’ll wait out here until your time comes. Then we can enjoy it together.”

In this they didn’t have long to wait, for time seemed to pass more swiftly then they realized. The two couples enjoyed each other’s company, in some ways it was like a party, even if one member was some distance away. Soon it was Carmen’s time to be reborn into a Goddess.

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“It is time,” DeniseH stated, “your energy levels are rising fast now.”

“I would think so,” Carmen throatily chucked, “I’m close to ninety-five feet tall now. It was a real pleasure to grow like that so unexpectedly. I feel so powerful.”

“I agree,” James put in, “but then I missed part of the enjoyment trying to keep you from falling out of my arms. You had all the fun.”

“True, but then you weren’t trying to hold onto your forearm either.”

“We must hurry now,” DeniseH commanded, “you’re only minutes away from your Mega Goddesshood – and you’ll have time enough for lovers chit-chat later. Ready my dear?”

“Yes, please. I can . . .”

A Starlight flash and the two women were five miles away from the encampment.

” . . . Hardly wait? Oh my, that was fast.”

She looked in front of her, the sight of James’s feet only two miles away were unimaginably huge, but then so were the legs that they were attached to – as well as the rest of the body that went up into the sky.

“Good God,” she whispered aloud, “I thought ninety-five feet was big, but . . .”

“Well,” DeniseH smiled, “it seems you might be acquiring a sense of scale and how we Gods and Goddesses have to deal with it. But Carmen, don’t ever worry, the transformation will be very enjoyable so just take it in and don’t think about it.”

“I’m certain I will DeniseH.”

Up until now, James hadn’t said a word, but as soon as DeniseH vanished in a flash, he did – mentally. He could see them with his God powers of the mind, but only if he increased his visual focus could he really see them. If he didn’t they were so small, in fact at his Mega two-mile scale, less then insects.

“Hello my love, I eagerly await you joining me.”

“Oh James, you can see me, I mean I must be so tiny now, less then a flea in comparison to you.”

“True, you are, but always no matter your size, I shall love you with all my heart.”

“And I you as well. I . . .”

She stopped – a fever had started, just like that first time in the hospital hallway. James with his powers now could sense the rising energy levels – they were on the verge of crescendo.

“I can sense you are just about ready to ascend, it’s such a beautiful sight.”

“Yes, DeniseH and AlexG explained it to me earlier. It feels so awesomely good, maybe even better then sex. As if I’m turning into something I always was meant to be – a Goddess.”

In that very instant, she felt the rising energy climaxing within her being and then a Starlight explosion encompassed her body. Carmen could feel the growth surge, but it was unlike any of the previous ones that she had experienced – this one was a Mega Super Surge. Once it began, she expanded and grew like a rocket at take off – clawing for the sky. Onward, upward and grow-ward she climbed. It was incredibly good, like the earlier growth, but now better then ever. She couldn’t believe how huge her body was becoming; the weight factor must have been horrendous for she could feel the ground depress under her feet. Already she was close to 1000 feet in height, like a Human skyscraper growing on the desert plain. It was late in the day, but the sun was still up and the awesome shadow she cast over the land was incredible.

“Hello beloved, I see you rising from the ground to greet me.”

Carmen looked up – and now at 2000 feet – saw that James was growing closer to her or rather; she was rising up to meet him.

“Hello there my tall and powerful hombre. What a rush this is to feel, like an amusement park ride, only better. Cuz it’s inside and outside of me all at the same time. I can hardly wait to embrace you.”

“As do I, as do I. It’s rather lonely at the top they say and now that I’m a God and a Mega, I fully agree with that shopworn cliché.”

“Well, don’t worry, the Goddess Carmen is on her way to rescue her lonely hero with a Giantess’s hug.”

In a few minutes, her body was well over 4000 feet, almost half his size. She still felt like a child, looking up at him, but knew it would soon pass. Then she looked around at the landscape and was shocked at what she saw. The process continued to make her grow – it was so normal to her now, but the sight wasn’t. Everything seemed so small and vulnerable to her. All she’d have to do is step on something and it would be destroyed – totally flattened out of existence under her Mega-sized body as a Goddess. Then she realized that that wasn’t the only thing, she for the first time sensed her Goddess powers of the mind as well. She could see and feel the world around her like nothing she had ever known before – earth, fire, air and water. The elements of life and creation. If she paused, she could sense the plants and the animals. This and many other things about the planet were revealed to her now. It was incredible and astounding to her. There was almost nothing she couldn’t do now – even control the weather. She knew, yet didn’t know how else to put it, but she knew she was truly Immortal in all things, body, mind and spirit. Even if this vessel was destroyed, Carmen realized she could make a new one to replace it with her new abilities. Her Goddess powers were that of creation and destruction. In this moment, Carmen accepted the inherent responsibly for the entire world and everything around her; she made a personal lifelong oath.

“I promise in my heart and by all that is sacred never to abuse my powers as a Goddess. I know is sounds so corny, but I only want help, guide and protect our people – like a mother.”

When she focused, Carmen could hear the unshielded thoughts of AlexG, DeniseH and especially her beloved – James.

“Did it feel like this for you?”

“Yes, very much so. However, there is even more, wait and take it all in and enjoy it.”

Now she was close to a mile and a half in size and then saw what he meant, the abilities to physically teleport. Carmen could see and was aware of the hyperspace pathways that all Gods and Goddess used to travel. She could whenever she wished mentally open the doors and many other things about the Universe. Then it came to her that wasn’t the correct word but the Multiverse around her. She understood now what AlexG and DeniseH had been talking about, there wasn’t just one, but many. Like an interlaced book of unlimited pages. Separate, equal and fully connected integrated into one whole. It didn’t make sense, but it was so. Perhaps even a Goddess or a God couldn’t understand it.

“Those were my thoughts as well. As AlexG has said: I don’t think there is any other way to describe it, it just is.”

“Yes, very. Oh my, I seem to be stopping in the growth. I’m almost one and three-quarters of a mile high and . . . I don’t believe how small everything is.

Slowly, James walked up beside her and gently took her hand in his, to which she loved the feeling. It had been so long for them both – had it only been a couple of days? It seemed like an eternity.

“I know,” he said looking downward into her eyes, “I felt the same. It was awesome and something of a personal revelation for me. And I think for you too.”

To this, she nodded, “Yes it has been.”

For a time they both just took it all in but gradually they kept looking at one another for longer and longer spells and the longing grew within each of them as the shock of the transformation wore off. In the two years or so they had grown first as friends, then as lovers sharing of themselves, now came this physical and spiritual change. In these moments of silent thought, he proposed and she accepted. Their courtship was completed – they pledged their holy troths under the fading western desert sun. In that moment of becoming husband and wife to each other they sought the blessing of the Supreme One. From this time forward whatever came, they would face it together. Once all was completed, slowly she responded to his non-verbal body language, for now no words – oral or mental were required – they both understood. Slowly the pair embraced and kissed for the first time in days as equals – as Mega God and Goddess. And then much more together on the ground – becoming as one.

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Back at the encampment, AlexG held his beloved Goddess DeniseH in his lap. They were observing the pair of newly made God and Goddess in the distance holding hands and then embracing and kissing. Then after a space of time, they were reclining on the ground in their duel passions with each other and privately PSI meshed on their personal channel.

“Darling they are a wonderful couple, I think this world is in very good hands.”

“I agree, that they are – this planet couldn’t have asked for a better pair to guide and protect it.”

To be continued . . .

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