EXTREME EFFICIENCY Part 2 by DustyBottums - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest *** The Below is an extended segment from this story, written for us by the Extremely talented author and CGI Animator, DustyBottums (creator of Mankillers). For the Full Story of "Extreme Efficiency (Part 2)", please visit our Member's Section at Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com), OR purchase it on its own on our AC site. Thanks all, and as always, hope you Enjoy! *** ********** Mahoney felt rather than heard a deep thud. He looked at the floor, and then at Tatiana's feet. Her slick, gleaming boot was swelling. The instep rose, the toes creaked as they broadened, and then, impossibly, the calf swelled outward, stretching the material with an audible creak. Mahoney's vision tracked upward. Just above her knee, he saw the gleaming black material of the suit stretch, pushed out from inside, slowly swelling outward as Tatiana moaned aloud in unknowable pleasure. Above and on either side of her knee, tell-tale bulges of...of muscle?...pushed outward, making the reflected light on the bodysuit glimmer and shift entrancingly...mounds of muscle in a tell-tale double tear drop shape were plainly evident now, her quadriceps and hamstrings pulsing, swelling, thickening, growing to unthinkable dimensions...and the effects were spreading. Her thighs...the latex creaked as if under great stress, and Mahoney watched wordlessly as Tatiana's now-very long thighs were...filled...expanded...grown...remade; it was like watching a sausage being made, Mahoney thought crazily. The bodysuit is like the casing, and the swelling, growing muscle inside is like the meat, pushing the casing out, making it swell, and grow, and bulge. His eyes widened. She is being remade, he thought. Remade into the most perfect, extreme, efficient example of herself. The sheer pinnacle of human potential, powered by an organism no one had ever seen before, or could even understand. Tatiana couldn't care less about what was doing this to her, or about understanding it. All she knew is that it felt like nothing she had ever known or could ever know. It was beyond words; it was like being born again. She cried aloud in her pleasure, and felt the power coursing from her core into the farthest reaches of her body, filling it like liquid fuel would fill an empty tank, replacing weakness, emptiness with perfect, complete power. Her thighs pushed out to unheard of dimensions, becoming round, full, inhumanly firm keg-shaped barrels of feminine might. Mahoney could see striations and the bulges of individual muscle groups right through the wafer-thin latex suit, each one a gleaming white highlight of reflected light on the inky, smooth surface of the suit. Tatiana turned, placing her hands on the wall, and the men stood googly-eyed as the same process engaged the physical structure of her ass; the latex creaked under the strain as the muscle beneath swelled and bulged. Large double hams of perfect, round muscle erupted there, forming sleek, feminine curves accented by muscular definition plainly visible through the material, her skin boiling like water in a pot, pulsing and pushing out, expanding, swelling with unbridled power. Tatiana turned to face them once more, and now the process seemed to accelerate; it took only seconds for the rest of her body to follow the same course as her lower extremities. Her waist, trim to start with, contracted with a sudden collapse, forming a delicious dichotomy to the swelling muscular apple shape of her bottom below. Mahoney watched, fascinated, while one...two...three...not six, but eight small, cobblestone-shaped mounds of muscle pushed out from the thickening shape of her abdomen. As her back began to flare out with newfound muscular width, Mahoney's mind spun out of control. Look at her abdomen! he thought. I could scrub laundry on those abs! Tatiana didn't just squeal in her unknowable pleasure now, she screamed it out with a volume she didn't know she could muster. Anna's shoulders squared and the black material bulged as her lattisimus came alive; they broadened, thickened, and threatened to spread like the wings of a great bird. Mahoney could see each individual striation in this perfect muscle, each line of tendon binding the swelling slabs of muscle to the dense bone beneath, and all visible through the incredibly thin layer of gleaming material. She looks like an anatomical drawing, he thought. Only smeared in the darkest of oils. Her chest suddenly swelled outward, thick, iron plates on muscle forming the foundation of her pectorals, and suddenly her breasts virtually exploded into being; a lightning-fast blast of ultra-firm rounded flesh pushing the gleaming black surface out in an impossible display. Mahoney knew instinctively that this whole thing was seemingly impossible, the strange juxtaposition of her now world-class bust at the top of the list. For a woman to display such raw, unbridled muscularity and power meant muscular leanness - and large breasts were indicative of a high body fat concentration. Yet, as Tatiana swayed to and fro, a part of Mahoney knew that the size, girth, and firmness of her perfect tits hinted at very unnatural origins. Even these massive attributes spoke of her haughty new power, standing huge, round, proud, and firm above the cobblestone pathway of her abdomen; every square inch of her body spoke of limitless power and hardness, and even these huge breasts supported this feeling, riding unnaturally high and firm on her chest. Her shoulders squared, and with a gruesome crackling, expanded nearly sixteen inches wider in a second, a space that was instantly covered by a swelling sea of muscle that pushed the black material of her suit up and out like a water balloon being filled by a powerful hose. Thick, rounded caps of muscle that somehow still managed to seem feminine rounded out her massive shoulders; with a grunt of pleasure, her neck swelled and thickened just a bit, and Mahoney swore that her eyes - her incredibly bright, intelligent, and oddly cold eyes - seemed brighter; so bright in fact that they seemed almost to glow from within. The power ran down her arms, her forearms puffing up and out in a thickening display of otherworldly power; her biceps trembled, vibrated, and swelled in a sudden expansion, a baseball-sized - no, softball-sized - no....no, bigger, rounder, and far, far harder than that - swelling into being on the thick, rounded aspect of her upper arm. Tatiana's scarlet lips pulled back in a grin, her expression filled with joy, passion, and the first hints of malice. She had trained so long, so hard, and had always been denied that which she had craved for so long, the power to do to her enemies what they so positively deserved, and to be able to do it with a single massive, casual, almost careless blow... But here, now...in only moments she had been given more power than anyone on the planet had ever known. She knew this to be true, for now even her mind seemed better, more exacting, faster...she saw the world with a sudden clarity that was breathtaking, and the first beings she considered with these awesome new powers of perception were the awestruck soldiers and scientists trapped in the room with her suddenly extraordinary form. Her muscular rebirth now nearly finished and fading to a rosy glow deep within her - not unlike the satisfaction she felt after a furious sexual conquest - she raised her thick, rounded muscle-packed arms alongside her head and powered them down in a double bicep flex, the smooth balls of feminine might stretching the black latex to its shredding point. Just before it exploded from her body, she grinned, and said aloud, "No, no...that just won't do." She closed her eyes, and channelled the pin-point accurate train of her thoughts toward the material hugging her body...and felt it change. It softened, it warmed, and it...became her, it melded with her sizzling hot skin beneath it. The reach of her nerves grew like the tendrils of a plant, up, and up, and now ran all through it; the shining, slippery black surface was effectively combined with her body, perfectly melded to every sweep of muscle and hugging every sleek curve of her new, incredible body. "I still want it to creak, though," she said aloud with an evil grin. "I like that part of it." She flexed the thrumming mound of muscle that danced on her upper arm, and was rewarded with an audible creak of latex-skin. Her spirits seemed to dance in the thrall of her excitement, and she felt a pleasant tingling in the small hardened tips of her nipples. All she wanted to do was just wrap her new meaty arms around one of these delicious men and -- "Fuck!" one of the soldiers exclaimed, in a mix of terror and wonderment. One side of Anna's lips rose in a one-sided smirk as she realized how unintentionally perfect this response was. Every nerve ending on her body sang in a high symphony, and a burning, raging ache seemed to pulse at her core. "Oh, yes, I agree," she chuckled. "'Fuck,' we absolutely will...but only after I make it possible for us to have a little alone time," she grinned. "So...why don't you take a nap until I'm ready?" In a flash of glistening, inky black latex-skin, she pivoted at the waist, and her long, sleek muscular leg flashed out in a blur almost too quick to track. Her foot slammed into the face of the soldier nearest her, the one who had spoken, and his body was blasted backward as if he had been fired from a gun, his eyes rolling up as he barked out an involuntary "huhh!" sound. Already unconscious, his body spun through the air with a hissing sound before slamming into the bulkhead behind him and landed in a disjointed, unmoving heap. Then the room turned to chaos. Men in lab coats, privy to more information than the guards, panicked and ran to and fro, desperately seeking an exit. They got in the way of the soldiers, who reacted to the threat as their training dictated. Another young soldier drew his 9mm side-arm, and in a fluid motion brought in to bear and fired a round. The hulking, gleaming shape of the female intruder flashed into motion with alien grace, pivoting at the knee and waist, one bulging arm thrown up and back...and the bullet passed through the space she had occupied just a quarter second before, to ping harmlessly off the metal wall. "Wha-" he started, but by then, the slaughter had begun in earnest. Tatianna turned, her lower arm pistoning up like a hydraulic ram to obliterate the jaw of the man nearest her. His head buckled from the force of her blow, and as she extended her arm skyward, his body followed, rocketing up and away from her like an Apollo launch vehicle, his head oddly misshapen, like a flattened bag of bony plates held together by fragile skin. His body accelerated upward, only to slam into the 20-foot ceiling with enough force to make it crumple in upon itself with a gruesome symphony of crackling bone. The body clung wetly for a moment before dropping like a bag of wet gravel to the floor... but by then two more soldiers had died horribly by Tatianna's hand, their lives blasted from their bodies by furious hand strikes so powerful they left visible craters in the corpses. Another guard reached for her, but Anna's impossible reflexes proved too fast once again. With a hiss of disturbed air, her right hand flashed up to seize the wrist of the man. With a pivot and a blurring motion, her left hand shot up to explode his elbow with a palm strike. Her grip tightened on his wrist, and it crumpled beneath her hand like a stick of chalk. Her grin widened as he mewled weakly, and she blurred into motion once again, this time striking him three times in a split-second, each one further up his arm, the last one in the armpit, where she felt his shoulder joint explode under the force of her punch. As she landed this shot, she released his arm, and the man was thrown bodily across the room from the force of her strike, colliding into two of his comrades with enough force to break bone. A hulking black man stepped before her, his hands raised in a traditional boxer's stance, but Anna was almost too thrilled with her new body, her new abilities, to notice him. She drew her right arm down hard, her thick forearm curling up, forcing the granite peak of her bicep skyward in a muscle flex of more power than she or anyone else in the room - maybe the world - has ever seen. "....aaaaaand here it is," she nearly moaned to herself. "The power, the strength I've always wanted. Enough for a single killing blow." Her ice-cold, nearly electric eyes fell to the man before her. "So...you're curious to see it, hmm?" she laughed, and raised her feminine fists, her stance light and loose, where his was heavy, slow, and awkward by comparison. "Okay, bitch," he grumbled. "You make the first mo--" Tatianna's strike was so fast, neither he nor anyone else in the room could have seen it coming, yet here it was: a perfectly placed, perfectly executed right jab to the face. It started at the floor, channelled up through her oaken thighs, curved at her waist before travelling across her back; then the power shot across her shoulder and down the thick muscled mass of her arm as she extended it behind her iron fist at a speed none of the men in the room could comprehend. Her fist split his defense with a hiss of moving air, and the titanic force of her blow transferred itself to his head. With a sound much like a thudding, big-caliber gunshot, the man's head seemed to liquify; his face folded around her fist with a thick concussive BOOM sound. It was as if the man's head had been struck by a steel beam shot from a pneumatic cannon. The natural shape of his head, and his life, was blasted from his body in a split second. She froze, arm extended in a perfect pose, his body literally impaled at the end of her elegantly, frighteningly muscled limb, twitching. Silence filled the room for a second, the only sound the soft squeaking of the dying man's feet on the steel floor as she held his weigh aloft, impaled on her fist. Slowly, Anna drew her hand back, and with a sound like a shovel being pulled from wet concrete, the flattened sack that used to be a cranium sagged backward as the lifeless, twitching body toppled to the ground. Again, Anna flexed her massive, unnatural arm, the power practically crackling as the muscled girth of her limb trembled. Her eyes gleamed, and her lips pulled back in feral grin. Slowly, her vision rose to see the terrified men before her. "Who's next?" she asked simply. A terrified technician tried to bolt past her toward the sealed door; Tatianna plucked him off his feet as easily as she would have if he were a tiny child. Her mind exalted again at the sheer ease, the sheer nothingness of the effort it took to lift the man. The strength flowing through her body was practically inhuman. "Mmmmm, delightful," she moaned, and wrapped her arms around the terrified man. She closed her eyes, arched her back, and drew him toward her, against the rock-hard form of her newly supercharged body. The cannonballs of her biceps flexed like living steel, and the powerful girth of her forearms pulsed with untold power as she powered around the hapless man, pulling his shrieking body against the granite hardness of her own, up into the heavy round steel of her bosom. "....Huuuurrrrlg!" the man managed to exclaim as her arms squeezed shut around him, rising closed into a deadly steely embrace. The breath was driven from his lungs and his tongue was forced from between his lips by the building force. The fragile calcium cage of his ribs and spine collapsed with a grisly muted crackling sound as his feet kicked reflexively. Anna let up her fearsome hug only when she felt her arms against each other. Fantastic! She had lifted a full-grown man from the floor as if he were a mere plaything and crushed the life from him with nearly no effort at all! The resistance his torso had offered was nothing; she had barely even noticed it and it did nothing to slow down the rate of her crushing. She had crushed an opponent to paste in less than three seconds. Laughing wildly, she threw the horribly misshapen form aside and seized another man with her now-large black-coated hands. He screamed in terror and lashed out, his hands bouncing off the armor of her chest with no effect at all. Anna laughed louder and repeated her maneuver; again she was rewarded with the horrible liquid gurgle and crackling sounds as she pasted this second man. The ease! The effortlessness! The ecstasy of it all! Another terrified technician, another fragile male wiped out. This time Tatianna seized the man by the shoulders, flattened her hands, and flexed the bulging muscle of her chest and arms, powering her palms together - and through - whatever was between them in a second-long muscular burst of power. With an abbreviated shriek, the man's torso collapsed, his shoulders driven together through the space that used to house his heart and lungs. Gleaming white shards of splintered bone erupted from his chest and back, a fine crimson mist of his blood took to the air. A soldier punched her side; Tatianna's now-enhanced hearing heard the fragile bones of his hands break as his fist impacted the female armor of her shoulder. Too fast for him to recover, she blurred into motion and took his offending wrist in her left hand. Leaning over slightly, her right foot blasted out in a vicious side kick. Her foot collapsed the man's chest as it struck, transferring its momentum to his overmatched body. His body rocketed away from her...at least, most of it. She still held his wrist in the iron grip of her hand. His shoulder separated surprisingly cleanly, like a wing pulled off a fly. With a savage grin, she swung the dead man's arm in a viscous arc; it served as a club as it crushed the throat of a panicked soldier. Eyes wide, he blubbered and clawed at his throat, turning away from her. Anna powered her right leg up into a straight front kick, which propelled the man's body away from her as if he had been shot from a cannon. He impacted the far wall face-first and at such a velocity that his corpse rebounded halfway back, leaving only a vaguely man-shaped smear on the smooth steel surface. Tatianna flexed the sleek, bulging girth of her right arm, her eyes sparkling with glee and disbelief. What strength! What power! It was as if she had been granted the strength of a fantastical comic book character. Strength, yes, but what of her other attributes? Her skill in dealing death with her hands and feet? Her strangely beautiful, balletic grace? Would they be affected by her body's new mass, weight, and bulging muscle? With barely any wind-up or preparation, Tatianna leapt skyward, rotating, bringing her legs around in a titanic, eerily graceful cartwheel. She balanced for a split second in mid-air, her left arm extended downward to where her hand had come to rest on top of the head of a panicked soldier. Her lips pulled back in a savage crimson grin as she simply rotated her hand on her wrist; the delightful sensation of the man's neck bones crackling to dust beneath her power travelled up her arm in a nearly sexual delightful shock. With more of her unnatural grace, she flipped up into a crouching stance on the long steel lab table that ran down the center of the room. A squealing technician skittered by, trying to find some safe haven in this room gone mad. Something new in Tatianna's mind allowed her to see this, and the rest of these pathetic men, in a whole new way; it was almost as if she was experiencing some form of hyper-awareness. It was almost as if time had slowed down for her. She knew how many men still lived in the room, how many individual bones her various attacks had shattered, how many long cylindrical florescent bulbs were suspended from the ceiling; she could hear the rapid-fire thrumming heartbeat of the idiot technician trying to run past her. Apparently her senses were now as optimized as her physical abilities. Casually, almost lazily, Anna reached out and cupped the palm of her left hand over the forehead of the man as he ran. With one minute flex of her power-packed form, she pulled him up, back, and then down, the back of his head first, where it crumpled against the steel corner of the table she knelt upon. "11 dead, 1 unconscious," she cooed. "Who likes their odds?" Two more panicked technicians died when she lifted them from the floor like rag-dolls, her hands cupped around the back of their heads. With what was to her was a minuscule burst of power, she flung them together, her hands powering their heads into each other. With a wet concussive THUD, the skulls of the men seemed to explode wetly, blasting the nearest wall with dripping gore. Tatianna dropped the limp, twitching bodies and turned toward the technician known as Mahoney, intending to find out everything he knew about this freakish thing inside her, that had melded with her, and was almost surprised by a blast of gunfire. The last upright soldier held his double-barrelled riot gun before him; it was a high-powered 4-gauge shotgun designed to thin crowds quickly. He pulled the trigger and the kick of the weapon nearly drove him backward. Tatianna saw all this in slow motion; the burst of muzzle-flash, the expanding gas cloud, the flash of the heavy metal slug round leaving the barrel. The slug slammed into her mammoth left breast with a heavy concussive thud that ran through her entire torso. The full, round shape of her tit bounced up and inward before settling back to its normal position, unnaturally high and proud on the armor plating of her chest. The gleaming black surface of her catsuit-skin glimmered in the harsh lighting. Silence settled after the roar of the gunshot ... ...save the light metallic plink! sound of the now-flattened slug hitting the floor. "Bulletproof, to boot," she laughed throatily, and in a blur, seized the shotgun from the man in on oversized fist. A ripple of forearm muscle made the shiny highlights dance across the surface of her skin-suit, and her fist closed around the over-matched weapon. The metal barrel crumpled closed and the carbon-fiber stock almost seemed to explode into tiny charcoal colored fragments. The offending soldier raised both his hands and began pleading. "P...p...please," he nearly moaned. "Please don't hurt me!" Anna raised the fist that had obliterated the weapon, and touched the massive, smooth, slick surface of the breast that had so easily absorbed and deflected the shotgun blast. The feeling of her own touch was almost electric; her breath caught a little and her eyes slipped shut. She squeezed the huge expanse of her new enhanced breast, feeling its unnatural weight and unworldly firmness. Suddenly the delta of her sex blazed into being once more, and she felt a slippery heat bloom in her most intimate region. "Well," she cooed, her other hand rising to caress her other breast, "aren't these something?" Her lips pulled back in a smile, and she used the superhuman strength of her hands to massage the impossible firm, fullness of her bosom. Her beauty had always been such that no one had ever complained about her bust before; in fact, she had always thought herself relatively well-endowed when considering her lithe, dancer's frame. But this! Whatever the black substance had done to her muscles and frame, it had also done to her feminine curves as well. While not comically huge, her new attributes were far more than a handful, and staggering in their weight, shape, and firmness. Which gave her an idea. A dark humor sprang into her nearly electric eyes. "Why did you shoot me there, mister?" she tittered, stepped closer to the man, who backed up a step in terror. "Don't you like my new breasts? Hmmm?" She kept inching toward the terrified man, her long, shapely, slick-covered legs bulging as she shifted her muscular weight. He retreated until he was backed against the steel wall. "No!" he blubbered. "P...p...please....no!" "No?" Tatianna pouted. "You don't like them after all? But they're perfect; all men should love them." "Help! Help!" the man began to scream. "Here," she smiled, "how about you take a look at them up close, hmm?" Now nearly on top of him, and looking down into his eyes, she leaned forward. The soldier was trapped between her mass and the wall, and was instantly stuck to the spot. As she leaned down, he saw what was coming, and tried to fend off his fate, even for a few more seconds. His hands rose to press against the mass of her tits, trying to stop them from crushing him. "Yes!" Anna chirped, her eyes closing in delight. "Harder!" She raised her muscled arms over her head, and continued her leaning position. Struggle as he might, the last soldier simply could not resist her might. Her enormous bosom practically rested against his own chest now, and even though he was trying to push her away as hard as he could, hard enough to make the muscles of his arms sing for relief, he barely made a dent in the huge, gleaming steely orbs of tit-flesh. The gleaming latex skin dimpled a tiniest amount under his fingertips; beneath that, the unnatural and unthinkable firmness of her newly enhanced body took over, and the heavy mass of her breasts seemed to be sculpted from whatever steel the rest of her was. Suddenly, Tatianna leaned back, momentarily freeing the man. With a knowing grin, she pivoted suddenly and shrugged her left shoulder; the bulging mass of her left breast swung in a tiny arc and slammed into the soldier's face -- the mass, weight, and momentum of her super-tit was too much for his meager mortal frame; the energy she included in the maneuver was fearsome. Instead a pillow-light, this felt like getting hit with a 25-lb sack of wet cement swung the defensive line of a football team. The impact drove his head backward, where it slammed off the wall. A high-pitched whine rang in the man's ears as he was stunned into incoherence; his eyes literally spun in their sockets. WHAM! - she repeated the maneuver with the other breast, the huge bulging mass slamming into his face with the force of a sledgehammer. Soon she just rotated her shoulders in an alternating rhythm, her impossibly huge and firm tits blasting the man's head to and fro, making him look like some insane bobble-head doll, helpless and grunting incoherently before her. In a last desperate act to save himself, he raised a hand to ward her off; Anna's eyes lit up with newfound excitement. Her hands gripped her breasts and pulled them apart, revealing glossy black cleavage between them. The man's waving hand slipped into the deep valley between the globes of her super-tits, and Anna then reversed course and pushed them together ever so slightly. The soldier's eyes swam back into clarity as a new pain was added to his misery; the delicate structure of his hand was now trapped between the proud boulders of granite-like tit-flesh. Anna's fingers dimpled the gleaming skin of her tits more than his had, but not by much. The firmness of the huge spheres of flesh was nearly total. She chuckled, and pulsed her grip on her tits. A muted POP sound was heard, and the solider mewled out in misery as a knuckle was pulverized by the pressure exerted by her granite-like tit vice. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did the softest part of me just break some of the hardest parts of you?" Anna wondered aloud, her tone at once awed by her own abilities and freakish strength, and pleasured by her complete and utter dominance over this room of helpless men. "Hmm?" she added, and pushed again, to be rewarded with two more fractured knuckles and a new cry of pain from the dazed man. "I. Asked. You. A. Question," she seethed, and flexed her hands and chest, and a new, louder POP was heard as the man cried aloud. "You know what?" Anna wondered aloud. "As sexy as this is - and I have always thought a beautiful woman fondling her own breasts is just about the hottest thing in the world - I'm not sure it's necessary. Should we find out?" she cooed, the crimson, glistening ring of her lips slightly parted. The man gagged an incoherent reply as Anna let her hands drop to her sides. The impossibly firm melon-sized tits still held his hand trapped in the deep valley of cleavage. The soldier tugged gently, trying to retrieve his battered hand, but the grip exerted by the muscles of her "softest" region were still too much. "I guess I've gained new abilities, too, mister," Tatianna grinned. "I guess I can see the future, because I know what's going to happen. I'm going to flex the muscles under these utterly incredible tits of mine...and you're going to lose that hand." "Wha--? Wait, no-" the battered soldier began, but it was too late. The pectorals and deltoids beneath the glossy, gleaming black skin swelled and surged as Anna flexed hard; the impossibly high and firm tits closed together, eliminating the space between them, including the relatively fragile calcium structure of the man's hand. The iron globes of Tatianna's breasts ground together in a muscular flex, pulping the skin and flesh of the man's hand and powdering the small, delicate bones beneath with a gruesome, flesh-muted crackle. His warbling scream would have made an observer's skin crawl, but Anna just smiled, her slick crimson lips pulling away from her white, perfect teeth in an expression that was half-smile, half-wolf's snarl. She leaned away, and the man's ruined appendage slipped out, a red and white mass which he cradled, whimpering...but not for long. Anna leaned forward again, the huge round masses of her breasts threatening to crush him again. Try as he might, this mouse could not escape this stalking cougar; he pawed weakly at the offending masses, his arms too weak to resist. Lower she leaned, lower, lower, lower....and he tried to push back ... Anna leaned harder, and after a split-second of power-filled vibration, the soldier's left arm broke with a muffled CRACK. He mewled in protest, and second later, his right arm followed with a clear, sharp report. He screamed weakly, his arms dropping to his sides, new joints appearing halfway down his forearms. "Shhhh now," Anna mocked him, "we can't have you making all this noise. Here," she smiled evilly, "why don't you rest your head in here." With her long-fingered, gleaming hands, Anna pulled the massive firmness of her bosom apart, and nestled the soldier's face squarely between them. Suddenly, the doomed man felt the honeydew-sized masses of her breasts around his head, his face, leaving only his eyes above the swell of the gleaming, slick black surface of her skin. Unnaturally round and full, the weight of the gleaming orbs felt...too firm against his face - evidently, her breasts had become as superhuman as the rest of her body. Tatiana grinned down at him, where she pinned a full-grown man against a steel wall with the "softest" part of her, and her eyes positively sparkled with sudden sharp malice. This fool had underestimated her, even after he had witnessed her dismantle an entire contingent of his fellow soldiers...and for that, he would pay. ***** Continued in our Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com) Exclusive, Member's Only Section OR purchase it individually in our site's Updated Format! *****