Archie's Mom - Part 7
by Archie Fan -  betty_cooper72@yahoo.ca 
With their ranks increased World Domination ensues


Overnight the new women had increased their number nearly fifty fold. The
other Breeders had been used almost non-stop and once one woman was pregnant
another took her turn while the first gave birth. Now Riverdale was overrun
with almost one hundred and fifty thousand women.

With so many women, all of whom were incredibly powerful, one would have
assumed that it would have been chaos. But that was not the case. All of the
women who had been birthed overnight obediently followed their mothers, and in
turn they followed whoever their trainer had been. And then lastly the
trainers followed the owner of their gym. The three owners Mary Andrews,
Hermione Lodge and Penelope Blossom formed the triumvirate leadership,
although Mary was the figurehead of the group.

The town of Riverdale lay in ruin. The women had destroyed cars and buildings
as they tested their new strength. The scene of women attempting to one up
each other with their displays of strength and destruction had been both
impressive and frightening.

Riverdale High was one building that had been rather thoroughly destroyed, and
in fact it looked more like a scrapyard with the large number of mangled
vehicles that were now there. Eliza and Theresa Lopez, the fourteen year old
twins who now each stood 8'5", had been taking turns throwing cars at the
school. However their teacher Miss Grundy had come along and one upped them as
she threw a school bus at the school. All of the walls had been knocked down
and only bits of foundation remained standing while the vehicles were twisted
and torn and unusable.

The triumvirate had gathered the huge crowd of women as best they could on the
Lodge Mansion grounds. There were acres of rippling massive female muscles as
far as the eyes could see. The three leaders stood on the balcony above the
main entrance. Behind them stood Betty, Veronica and Cheryl, whom they
considered their top lieutenants.

"Ladies, today is the day," Mary announced. "The day that we change the
world!"

A huge cheer erupted from the crowd of women.

"You all know what needs to be done," Mary said once the cheering had died
back down. "Hit hard and hit fast for maximum initial casualties. We want to
sow chaos and fear." The women cheered once again. Mary turned around as Betty
and Veronica brought out the last non- Breeder male in Riverdale, Pop Tate the
former owner of the diner The Chock'lit Shoppe; the local diner was now a pile
of rubble.

Tate was a big man at 6'2" and a somewhat overweight 270 lbs., but next to the
women on the balcony he looked like child. Betty he shoved him none to gently
and he fell to the ground at Mary's feet. He looked up at Mary fear in his
eyes as she stared back at him a frightening grin on her face and a sadistic
glint in her eye.

"Feeling scared little man?" Mary asked. "Because you should be."

She grabbed him by the neck with one big hand and lifted him into the air as
she turned around once more to face the crowd of women. They all cheered as
she held Tate aloft. She then grabbed his ankles with her other hand and then
brought him down spine first onto one of her huge thighs. Tate's spine
shattered with a loud crunch as he screamed in pain. She let go and let him
drop to the ground where he lay there paralyzed and sobbing. Mary crouched
down to look him in the eyes.

"You think somebody is going to stop us little man? Well think again, nobody
can stop," Mary taunted him.

"Fuck... you..." Tate cursed her between ragged gasps.

Mary just smiled as she straightened back up. She placed her foot on the side
of his head and then flexed her massive upper body. She then powered her leg
down crushing his head flat like a grape as the women roared their approval.

With the display of dominance over, the women they then dispersed to prepare
for their attack. They focused on the major population centers first with
Betty, Cheryl and Veronica leading attacks against New York, Los Angeles and
Chicago respectively while other women attacked smaller cities such as Dallas,
Philadelphia and Boston.

Tens of millions of people died within the first hours of attack as the women
mercilessly slaughtered everybody that they could see. Nobody was spared in
the initial attacks; men, women and children were all killed without
hesitation as the streets of the cities ran red with blood. As the women moved
on to other cities the military attempted to form a response, but there was
much chaos and confusion as to what was going on.

After destroying Los Angeles, Cheryl and the women with her moved down to San
Diego. Many of them had taken particular pleasure in destroying Hollywood as
they felt that it was largely responsible for the engendered stereotypes that
had held their gender down.

Their first target in San Diego was the large naval base. Not all of the ships
that used the port as their home base were currently there as many were
stationed elsewhere, but there were still a significant number of ships in
port including three Ticonderoga-class cruisers, eight Arleigh Burke-class
destroyers, three Oliver Hazard Perry- class frigates, one Tarawa-class
amphibious assault ship, five San Antonio- class amphibious transport ships,
two of the new Independence-class littoral combat ships, three Avenger-class
mine countermeasure ships, four assorted military cargo ships, two coast guard
cutters and the biggest target of them all, the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier
the USS Ronald Reagan which was in port for a crew change.

The base was on high alert given the very recent attack on Los Angeles, and
when the women arrived they moved to engage. Cheryl and her women arrived at
the base plummeting out of the sky having jumped the entire distance between
Los Angeles and San Diego in a single leap. The landed just outside the base
which was surrounded by a fifteen foot high chain link fence topped with
barbed wire. The fence did absolutely nothing to slow them down as they tore
through it like it was merely cobwebs, brushing it aside with the merest wave
of their hands. Marines armed with M-16 rifles, M-4 carbines and M1014
shotguns quickly moved to attack. However the Marines were momentarily
startled at the sight of these towering naked and muscular women that had
taken their fence out with more ease than a tank would have had. However when
Cheryl reached the closest one and with one hand flung him over her shoulder
sending him hundreds of feet in the air and thousands of feet inland towards
the city towards his imminent death, they began to open fire.

Cheryl laughed as bullets and shotgun pellets struck her impossibly hard body
and just bounced off like they were made of rubber. After letting them
futilely attempt to kill them for a few moments Cheryl and the women quickly
went on the offensive. Bodies were crushed, skulls were flattened and limbs
were severed as they tore apart the Marines with brutal efficiency.

The slaughter of the Marines caused many of the remaining staff at the naval
base to attempt to flee. Cheryl ordered many of the other women to hunt the
down including her own daughter Cherry.

Her 8'0" daughter took off eagerly after a group of naval officers attempting
to escape in a military truck. They had barely reached the gate when Cherry
suddenly landed on the ground in front of the truck. She stood there with her
hands and hips and her proud naked chest thrust forward as the truck collided
with her. The truck crumpled and the metal twisted around her body while
Cherry stood where she was firmly rooted to the ground, defying the very laws
of momentum and inertia.

Most of the officers were killed instantly in the crash as they had not been
wearing seatbelts. However the driver had been, and although he had a broken
arm and his face was cut up from broken glass from the windshield he was able
to climb out of the wreckage and attempt to run. He didn't get much more than
five hobbling steps before Cherry shoved the wreckage of the truck off of
herself and caught him, picking him up with one huge hand by the back of his
collar.

"Sorry but there's no escape for you," Cherry said.

She then placed his head in the crook of her free arm and slowly flexed her
bicep. The already huge muscle swelled even larger pressing the man's head
against her forearm. He started to scream in pain but only for a brief second
before his entire skull collapsed from the pressure spilling blood, brain and
skull fragments across Cherry's massive arm. She smiled with delight as she
tossed the decapitated corpse aside and looked for other victims to hunt down.

Meanwhile Cheryl and those who remained with her were moving to deal with the
ships that were docked at the moment. Realizing that, docked as they were the
ships were simply stationary targets that could easily be destroyed; many of
the ships were attempting to put out to sea. However it was taking time for
the bigger ships to get up and running, however several of the destroyers and
frigates were up and running and were beginning to make their way out of the
port. At Cheryl's direction she sent one woman each to deal with these ships.

Eliza and Theresa Lopez were making all of this killing and destruction a
competition between the two of them. The fourteen year-old twins were now 8'5"
behemoths and their current kill count was tied after Los Angeles at sixty
seven thousand eight hundred and forty three. Each of them was going after one
of the destroyers as they were the larger of the escaping vehicles.

Eliza landed on the front deck of the destroyer USS Dewey, the force of her
landing was enough to cause the bow of the deck to dip ever so slightly
beneath the water before the ship righted itself, although it continued to
bob. The 5-inch automated deck gun moved to attempt to target her but Eliza
quickly moved to the turret and tore the entire assembly off of its mounting
and sent it sailing overboard into the water. She then looked up at the bridge
and leapt up as though she was about to attack the bridge directly but then
she slammed back down onto the deck intentionally driving her feet through.
She smashed all the way through and out the bottom till she struck the bottom
of the harbour. She then coiled her legs and launched herself back up,
smashing a second larger hole through the bottom of the ship as she emerged
from underneath, the force of her jump taking her all the way back to shore.
She stood on shore watching as the ship very quickly took on water and sank
almost instantly.

Theresa meanwhile had landed on the back of her target the USS Preble. The
ships SH-60 helicopter was on the back deck as it had been scheduled to go out
on a flight. Deciding to be a little creative Theresa grabbed a hold of
helicopter by its tail and then jumped high up into the air taking the
helicopter with her. As she neared the top of her jump at about two hundred
feet she spun around twice and then flung the helicopter down at the fleeing
destroyer. The Helicopter quickly turned into a large missile and it slammed
into the destroyer at near supersonic speed. As it was heavily loaded with
aviation fuel it exploded in a massive fireball tearing apart the entire
superstructure of the destroyer and leaving it aflame. The burning remains of
the destroyer began to slowly list to port and sink taking its entire crew
with it.

Theresa made her way back to shore and began arguing with her sister Eliza
over who had just killed more; although neither of them knew how many people
had actually been aboard either of the two ships they had just destroyed.

All around the harbour ships were being sinking as the women destroyed them.
Cheryl however had saved the biggest target for herself, the USS Ronald
Reagan. The huge aircraft carrier was docked at the furthest end of the base,
the bow pointing inland. Cheryl leapt through the air towards it intending to
land on the stern of the ship however just as she was about to land she saw
that the ship had one of its RIM-116 surface to air defense missile launcher
pointed at her. It fired a missile and Cheryl was unable to do anything as the
infrared homing missile flew towards her and exploded.

The crew on the ship cheered as Cheryl struck the water about twenty feet away
from the stern of the boat. They were all congratulating each other and
feeling hopeful when the entire ship lurched upwards and the bow of the ship
end up on land. They looked around wondering what could have done such a thing
only to find a very angry and completely unharmed Cheryl standing at the bow
of the boat. Her face contorted in fury Cheryl dug her hands into the keel of
the massive aircraft carrier. Then slowly she began to lift the entire ship
out of the water. Slowly but sure the ship began to rise up, the stern going
higher and higher and Cheryl raised the ship towards vertical.

Her muscles bulged obscenely from the effort but she showed no other sign of
strain. As the ship rose higher and higher, airplanes and crew members began
sliding off the deck and plummeting to the ground near Cheryl. She paid no
attention to this focusing instead just on lifting the massive ship. Soon she
had the entire ship pointing straight up in the air above her head. The ship
could be heard groaning as it had not been designed for this.

All of the other women had paused what they were doing to see Cheryl's
incredible display of strength and they cheered her on. Showing off Cheryl
slowly took one hand off the ship and with just one hand held the entire ship
in the air. She pumped the entire vessel, which weighed well over one hundred
thousand tons up and down a few times before she gave a massive shove and sent
the huge ship sailing into the air. The ship spun around in the air and then
began to break apart, huge pieces flying off and falling into the ocean. The
main structure snapped into about five equal pieces as it disappeared beyond
the horizon.

Cheryl flexed her huge arms once more as the other women cheered before
resuming their destruction of the naval base.

By the time Cheryl and her women had just finished dealing with the rest of
the naval base, they were just beginning their destruction of San Diego when
several nearby airbases attempted to attack. B-52 bombers from Nellis Air
Force Base in Nevada and Edwards Air Force Base in California dropped
thousands of bombs on San Diego intending to sacrifice the city to stop the
women.

The city was soon reduced to rubble as the big bombers circled for
confirmation that they had been successful. The bombers were slowly circling
waiting for the smoke to clear and see if they had been successful when
suddenly a huge muscular form came flying upwards at them. Cheryl smashed
through the wing of the plane sending it into a death spiral as it plummeted
to the ground. Moments later dozens of other muscular forms came flying up
through the air as more women smashed through the planes before they continued
onwards over the horizon to their next target along with Cheryl. Several of
the bomber crews were able to successfully eject from their aircraft and they
floated down to a landing in the burning rubble that had once been San Diego.
Since the women had all leapt off for somewhere else they thought that they
were at least safe for the moment. However when they landed they discovered
that they were dead wrong.

The airman found themselves surrounded by a group of eight gigantic women
clearly of Indian origin led by the 8'7" Mona Patel. The rest of the group
consisted of Mona's 8'6" daughter Tina, and Tina's six 8'0" daughters that had
been born just the night before. Cheryl had left them behind specifically to
handle any airmen that may have ejected and then given them another target to
attack afterwards.

"You should have stayed on your little airplanes boys," Mona said as she
rubbed her hands together while flexing her huge arms. "Your deaths would have
been a lot quicker."

The airmen had no idea on where to go, with all of the smoke and fires
surrounding them they weren't even entirely sure which direction was what.
Several of them just began running in every direction. Tina's daughters took
off after them, more than happy for the fun of chasing the men down before
killing them.

One group of five men however hadn't run and as Mona and Tina calmly
approached they saw that one of them men had broken his leg in the landing and
his comrades had decided not to abandon him. They stood around their wounded
compatriot nervously staring at the two massive women, their brown skin

sparkling from sun and the many fires.

"Your dedication to your friend is admirable," Mona commented. "But in the end
foolish and futile."

To prove a point Mona shoved the two nearest men aside and brought one big
foot down on both legs of the wounded man, breaking the other leg and
shattering the injured leg further. The man howled in agony as his legs were
crushed flat underneath Mona's foot. Mona then reached down and gripped him
around the shoulder and pulled upwards tearing him apart at the waist, his
organs spilling out on to the ground. He managed one last brief but soft cry
as he died in Mona's hands. She then threw his torso to the ground and stomped
it flat with her other foot.

"And just think what we're going to do to the rest of you," Tina said with a
smile as she admired her mother's handiwork.

The men tried to run but they got nowhere. Tina grabbed one of them by the
head with her massive arm and squeezed crushing his head in a matter of
second. Mona grabbed another by the arm and swung him in a big looping arc
before bringing him down onto his head, his head imploding as it struck the
ground.

The last two men had gotten perhaps four or five steps further, but Mona and
Tina caught them in no time. The mother and daughter each pressed a man up
against their massive bodies, their heads caught between their enormous
breasts. The two then embraced, revelling the feeling of the two men squirming
against both their bodies and each other as they struggled futilely to
extricated themselves. However their meagre bodies were no match for Mona and
Tina's magnificent physiques and they were slowly crushed to death. As their
titanic tits pressed together the men's heads were squashed flat causing a
brain matter and blood to ooze up and across their tits.

"Goddess I just love how easily they break against our magnificent bodies,
mother," Tina moaned as she broke the embrace with her mother letting the
remains of the two crewmen slop to the ground.

"Indeed it is rather enjoyable," Mona agreed. "But come daughter, there are
still many, many more people to kill."

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New York City lay in ruins. The towering skyscrapers that had once dominated
the sky now lay in ruins. The streets were filled with rubble and human
remains. The majority of the two hundred women who had destroyed the city had
left for other targets, but Betty, Eve and her eleven other daughters were
combing the remains for survivors and finishing them off.

Betty was combing the ruins around the Chrysler Building when she heard a
faint cry for help. Betty followed the sound to where the terraced crown of
the building had fallen down onto the street when her daughter Eve had broken
it off. As Betty approached she could see that there were many vehicles
trapped under the heavy metal structure, whoever was calling for help was
probably trapped in one of them.

With just one hand Betty lifted the big metal structure in the air and scanned
the vehicles that she had uncovered. Eventually she came to a stretch
limousine. The front had been squashed completely flat, but the back was
relatively intact although the roof was somewhat caved in. As Betty neared the
limousine she could hear somebody banging on the roof.

"Please somebody help," a woman's voice pleaded.

Betty thought that the voice sounded slightly familiar. She had planned on
just crushing the car, killing whoever was inside; but now she was interested
in finding out whom it was inside there. With a big shove she flung the metal
structure she was holding aside where it smashed through the remains of other
buildings. She then dug her hands into the roof of the limousine and tore it
open like she was opening a Christmas present.

"Oh thank you I... Ahh!" the woman inside screamed when she saw Betty.

Betty stood there with an amused look on her face. Despite the fact she was
dirty and had several small cuts on her face Betty recognized the woman in the
limousine as model Katy Keene. Before she had begun training with Mary, Katy
Keene had been somebody that Betty had admired. She had gone from a girl from
a middle-class family to be one of the most famous fashion models in the
world, a dream that Betty had once wished to accomplish. Katy continued to
scream in terror as she stared up at Betty, causing Betty's smile to turn into
a frown.

"The only reason I haven't killed you yet for all that screaming is out of
respect," Betty said. "Now shut up!"

Katy instantly went silent. Betty smiled once again.

"Good, now I'll have you know that at one point in my life I looked up to, I
wanted to be like you," Betty said.

"Uh, okay," Katy stammered.

"Of course being like you now... well obviously things have changed," Betty
said.

"I don't know what you mean," Katy said.

"I'm going to make you a one-time offer," Betty said. "Since I once wanted to
be like you, I'm going to give you the chance to be like me."

"Be like you?" Katy asked. "How is that possible?"

"No questions," Betty replied. "You either accept or decline."

Katy looked around at the devastated landscape that had once been the proud
city of New York. This mysterious blonde woman was obviously at least
partially responsible for this. She hadn't said it, but Katy was quite certain
that if she refused then the blonde woman would kill her. If it was simply a
choice of life or death, Katy didn't want to die.

"Alright, I accept," Katy said.

"Good choice," Betty said. "Let's get you out of there first, my name is Betty
by the way."

Betty helped Katy out of the limousine lifting her out with just one hand.
Katy was amazed at how and hard Betty's muscles were. She reached out and felt
Betty's bulging bicep only to find it was as hard as stone. Her eyes went wide
in amazement.

"Impressive right?" Betty asked flexing. "And soon you'll have one just like
it."

"But how?" Katy asked for the second time.

Betty responded by shoving Katy's face up against her nipple. Katy tried to
squirm away from it.

"No you must drink," Betty said. "That is how this works."

Katy could feel just how hard Betty's breast was and she knew that all Betty
had to do was press and she would have her skull crushed against the huge
breast. However her do anything to survive instincts kicked in once more and
she wrapped her lips around Betty's nipple and began to suck. She was amazed
at the taste of the stream of milk that began to flow into her mouth; it was
unlike anything she had ever had and she hungrily began gulping it down.

As she did Katy could feel her body changing; over every part of her body she
could feel muscles growing and expanding. She could feel her arms and legs
lengthen as she grew taller. But the most dramatic change was to her mind.

Katy's mind was flooded with the shared information of everything she was now
capable of. She knew of the hierarchy, of the Breeders and most importantly of
the plan to eliminate men. She also knew that

she was lucky to have been transformed, the plan did not call for many other
women to be changed as using the Breeders was more efficient, not mention
pleasurable.

The entire change lasted only minutes. When it was done Katy now stood a
towering 8'7" and was as inhumanly muscled as the rest of the women.

"So how do you feel?" Betty asked.

"Amazing!" Katy exclaimed as she looked over her new body. "I want to see what
this new body can do."

"Then follow me," Betty said. "My daughters and I have another city to
destroy."

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At the Cheyenne Mountain Complex the military was struggling to handle the
situation. The reports didn't seem to be making any sense. The attackers were
all very large and very muscular naked women. Somehow they had destroyed over
two dozen American cities and a new report had just come in that Columbus Ohio
was now under attack. More disturbing was the fact that they had lost contact
with all of the aircraft they had sent to attack San Diego.

The General in charge was at a loss for words, in his thirty-seven years of
military service he had never seen anything like this and he had no idea how
to respond to it. As far as he could tell there was close to fifty million
people dead already and whoever these attackers were they showed no sign of
stopping. The one thing he found confusing was how despite how easily they
seemed to have taken out big cities like New York and Los Angeles these
attackers had completely ignored the capital up to this point.

"Sir we just lost all contact with our units in Atlanta," one of his
lieutenants reported.

"Do we know what happened?" the general asked.

"The last call was really panicked but they mentioned a giant woman who was
tearing them apart with

her bare hands. They mentioned how their weapons just seemed to bounce off of
her without a scratch," the lieutenant replied. "Then there was a scream
and... and that was it."

The general looked down at a map of the country he had spread out on a table.
He took a marker and put an X through Atlanta.

"Just who are these people and what do they want?" the general wondered aloud.

Just then there was a loud boom and the complex felt like it shook ever so
slightly.

"What was that?" the general asked alarmed.

There was another boom and then another, it kept up for almost a minute.

"Sir we've got reports that Colorado Springs is under attack," a second
lieutenant announced.

"Then they're here," the general muttered under his breath.

"Sir you're going to want to see this," a third lieutenant said. "I'm putting
it up on the main screen."

The feed on the main screen which usually showed the positions of all aircraft
over the continental United States switched to the camera just outside the
main entrance to the facility. The feed showed a group of enormous and
immensely muscular women advancing on the complex. A woman with long black
hair whose face looked like she was only seventeen or eighteen led the group.

Outside the facility the few guards who were stationed on the surface fired
their weapons at Veronica and her daughters, however the bullets just bounced
off of their impossibly hard bodies like they were little paper balls.
Veronica's daughters moved quickly to kill the guards while Veronica herself
advanced towards a Humvee with a .50 cal machine gun mounted on top that was
firing non-stop.

Veronica reached vehicle completely ignoring the constant spray of bullets
peppering her and dug one hand into front bumper. In one smooth and easy
motion she lifted the vehicle up off the ground drawing frightened screams
from the occupants. They had no chance to escape however as she spun and threw
the vehicle into the air. It sailed up and over the nearby mountain
disappearing on the other side of the peak.

With the guards eliminated Veronica and her daughters made their way into the
tunnel that led to the blast door into the facility.

Back in the main control room the camera feed changed to a camera watching the
blast door. As the general and the rest of his staff watched in horror and
amazement Veronica, who was leading all of her daughters, walked up to the
blast door and stopped and rubbed her hands before smiling at the camera and
winking. Veronica then dug her hands into the thick metal door, the metal
bending and twisting in her hands as though it were clay. She got a good grip
and then as they watched in awe she tore the entire door right off, the
groaning sound of the metal being ripped could be heard echoing all the way
down to where they were. She then tossed the door aside like it was a large
piece of cardboard and continued into the facility followed by the other
women.

"Lock everything," the general ordered. "Full lockdown."

His staff hurried to fulfill his orders. Meanwhile the general went to his
office and sat down at his desk. He opened a drawer and took out a bottle of
bourbon, a glass and his service pistol. He set the gun down in front of him
and poured himself a large glass of the bourbon. He had done everything he
could but there did not seem to be anything that could stop these women.
However he didn't want to give them the satisfaction of killing him, he just
had to drink enough to work up the courage. Veronica made her way through the
corridors of the underground bunker. Her body was so wide that her shoulders
were rubbing both walls and her head was mere inches from the ceiling.
Veronica had been claustrophobic and such a tight space would have bothered
her, but now that she had changed she found that she was not afraid of
anything. Not there was anything for her to fear, she was now so powerful
nothing could harm her.

As she strode along a few of the bases personnel had tried to stop her,
however she just continued walking crushing them to death with her gigantic
bulk, or with one she swatted him aside into the wall like swatting a fly, his
body burst apart from the impact also like a fly being swatted.

Eventually she reached a blast door. Behind it was the main command center
which was Veronica's target. As she approached the door she could hear the
screams of other personnel being killed by Valerie and her other daughters
elsewhere in the base. Veronica felt a twinge of pride at what her daughters
were accomplishing.

An amused smile played across Veronica's face as she thought about how just
twenty-four hours ago her idea of being a mother had been being Archie's wife,
and having two children a boy and girl. Now the idea of marriage repulsed her
and while Archie was the father of her children they were all girls and they
were already all grown up.

Veronica dug her hands into the blast door. It wasn't nearly as big as the
main door into the base and that door hadn't given Veronica any trouble.
Veronica ripped the door open as if it were made of paper, the metal screaming
loudly in protest but unable to provide any resistance against her inhuman
muscles. There were about forty military personnel inside the command room and
all of them stared at Veronica in terror. She stood in the door for a moment
slowly looking them all over planning how she would kill each one of them.

She never finished however as was interrupted by one man opening fire with his
sidearm. Soon the rest of them all opened fire at her. Veronica stood there
the bullet bouncing off her impenetrable skin, just letting them shoot till
they were out of ammunition. Their fear would be so much greater when they saw
how useless their little guns were.

Just as they were finishing Veronica felt one last bullet strike her. It
didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable. Reaching up she pulled the bullet,
which was stuck between her teeth like a piece of food, out of her mouth and
tossed it aside where it clinked.

"Who was that?" Veronica asked angrily.

Nobody moved but a few of them singled out a female officer who was still
pointing her pistol at Veronica.

"You're first," Veronica declared.

Veronica reached the woman in two steps and grabbed her head in one hand and
squeezed, bursting her head apart and essentially decapitating her. From there
it was veritable slaughter. Some of the staff tried to flee past her out the
door but Veronica was too quick for them. In just three minutes all but two
men lay dead on the ground. The last two men Veronica had their head trapped
in the crook of her two huge arms.

She was about to kill them when she heard a door open. She turned around to
see a man dressed in a general's uniform holding a pistol and a mostly empty
bottle of bourbon. He leaned uneasily against the doorframe and Veronica could
smell the booze on his breath.

"What do you want from us?" the general asked as he staggered forward a step
only to slip backwards and lean against the door once more.

Veronica replied by slowly flexing her arms. Her biceps swelled larger
pressing against the two men's skulls causing them to cry out in agony.
Veronica just smiled as continued to flex her arms until eventually both men's
heads burst open from the pressure like a pair of smashed water balloons.
Blood and brain poured out over Veronica's huge arms and onto the floor.

"You may have killed my men," the general slurred. "But you'll never kill me!"

He went to raise the pistol to his head but Veronica stopped him snatching the
weapon away and crushing it into a ball of useless metal in her fist.

"So you want to die?" Veronica asked. "Well in that case I've got a fate
that's worse than death for you."

The general fell to the ground sobbing. Veronica stood over him letting him
cry for a while, revelling in his misery. She then grabbed him and hauled him
up pressing his mouth against her large nipple.

"Drink!" she ordered him.

He did nothing so she pinched his nose forcing him to suck as he tried to
breath and once he did she felt her milk flow into his mouth. Once he started
drinking the general found he could not stop until Veronica pulled him off and
dropped him to the ground unceremoniously. As he lay on the ground he could
feel his body growing muscular, back to how it had been when he had been a
soldier just joining the army. Then his pants felt tight and moments later
they tore open as an impossibly long cock flopped out. As Veronica watched it
quickly grew hard and stuck up like a flag pole.

Just then her daughter Valerie appeared.

"The base is secure mother," Valerie said. "My sisters and I have wiped
everyone else out."

"Good job, I'm proud of you," Veronica said. "As a reward here is a present."

Valerie looked at the general whose huge cock stood at attention. She then
looked up at Veronica who gave a nod of approval. Not needing any further
encouragement Valerie quickly impaled herself on the general's massive shaft.

Veronica watched as her eldest daughter fucked the general until he came. She
then got off and began going through the rapid pregnancy as Veronica had with
her. She then gave birth as Veronica assisted, holding her granddaughter for a
moment before handing the large infant girl back to her mother. Valerie took
her newborn daughter and began to breastfeed her.

"What are you going to call her?" Veronica inquired.

The little girl was rapidly growing into a muscular women before the general's
very surprised eyes.

"I was thinking Cheyenne after this place," Valerie said.

"Very nice choice," Veronica commented.

At this point Cheyenne was finished growing. She had long lustrous black hair
like both her mother and grandmother and at 8'0" she was as tall as her
mother. The general was lying on the ground babbling incoherently in disbelief
at what he had just witnessed.

"Oh do shut up," Veronica said. "Your role in life now is to serve us, you
will help make more of us and when we don't want that we shall use you for
pleasure."

The general was quiet but he continued to sob silently. While the three women
were talking about where they were to head to next he then noticed that one of
the two soldiers that Veronica had killed last had dropped a pistol not far
away. He reached out for it planning to kill himself and at least deny these
women of his services as a Breeder. He checked the chamber and saw that it was
still loaded and he brought the gun up to his temple. Veronica, Valerie and
Cheyenne all looked at him just moments before he pulled the trigger.

He fell to the ground in agonizing pain, but the pain didn't stop. It just
continued an extremely agonizing throb. He let out a scream of agony.

"Well that was foolish of you," Veronica said. "You can't be killed now, at
least not by guns like that. You'll still feel all the agonizing pain, but you
can't die.

The general realized her was still holding onto the gun. He tossed it aside as
he lay back down and cried inside about his fate.

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President Obama was alone in the Oval Office. The secret service wanted him to
evacuate to the bunker below the White House but he had refused. He'd just
received word that these women who were attacking ever US city it seemed, had
managed to break into the Cheyenne Mountain Complex despite the fact that it
had been on lockdown. If that couldn't stop them then the bunker here would be
no more effective either.

He felt that this whole attack on his country was rather strange. While
attacking the major population centers had made sense they had left Washington
D.C. alone despite the fact that Baltimore and Norfolk which were both close
by had been left in ruins.

He walked over to the window to lookout across the lawn and then he noticed
that off in the distance he could hear gunfire. As he looked out he saw the
Washington Monument disappear from sight as it toppled over.

"So they're finally here," Obama said to himself.

He'd heard the stories and seen the blurry images that had been uploaded to
YouTube of what these women were capable of. He had also noticed how they
seemed to enjoy their victims' fear. He intended to face his death with
dignity and not show any fear. He knew that they were going to kill him and
he'd sent his wife and daughters down to the bunker. His hope was that neither
of them would have to see the other die.

Just then one of his secret service men burst through the door.

"Mr. President please, we need to get you down to the..." he never finished
his sentence as something had pulled him back outside.

Obama heard him scream in terror on the other side of the door before there
was a loud splat noise and he fell silent. Moments later a huge red headed
woman who was nearly nine feet tall forced her way through the door, breaking
the doorframe as it couldn't accommodate her size.

"Hello there Mr. President," Mary greeted him with a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"I take it you're the leader of these women," Obama said.

"One of them, yes," Mary replied.

"I have just one question for you," Obama said.

"Seeing as how you're about to die I guess I can indulge you," Mary replied.

"Why? Why are you doing all this?" Obama asked.

"Because the time of men is over," Mary replied. "It's time for the new age of
women."

"But you've been killing millions of people," Obama stated.

"Yes and we're going to kill billions," Mary said. "We will have this planet
to ourselves."

"America may not have stopped you, but the rest of the world will," Obama
said.

"I don't think so," Mary said as she turned to leave.

"I thought you said I was going to die?" Obama called after her.

"Oh you are," Mary replied over her shoulder. "It just won't be me killing
you, it will be her."

As Mary left the room, a second woman entered. One who Obama was quite
familiar with.

"Well don't cha know that you're about to die?" Sarah Palin asked him.

The former governor of Alaska turned news pundit now stood at gigantic 8'7".
Her entire body bulged with enormous muscles. Obama thought he might have
laughed at the sight of her head on top of a neck that was about two feet
thick if it were not for the fact that it was also downright terrifying.

Back before all of this Mary hadn't cared much for Sarah Palin or her
politics. In fact for the most part she had disagreed with them. But then Mary
had been trying to come up with the most humiliating way to kill the president
and she'd immediately thought of Palin. During the initial attacks Mary had
gone up to Alaska where Palin was and had transformed her and brought her to
Washington. Now that she was another one of the new women, Palin no longer
cared about any of the political issues from before and Mary found her much
more likeable now.

Mary smiled as she heard Obama's screams of pain emanating from the Oval
Office as Sarah Palin brutally broke all of his limbs one by one before she
killed him.

Mary walked out of the White House and onto the lawn. She could hear the
sounds of battle and death throughout the city. By now most of America lay in
ruins, more than half of the population was dead. When night fell they would
once again use the Breeders to increase their numbers and in the weeks to come
they would methodically take over the world.

The End