Gathering Dark: Genocide pt. 1

Genocide heard the doors close behind her as she strode into her private chambers. Her personal bodyguard snapped to attention and gave her the Nazi salute, which she returned as she anxiously made her way over to her personal workbench. The last several hours with Succubus had been some of the most physically pleasurable in her entire life. Her body still ached in places. The demoness had brought her to new heights of ecstasy using both pleasure and pain in ways Ilsa had never even thought of. From a scientific viewpoint it was a marvelously fascinating experience she hoped to repeat. In the meantime she was left to consider the demon's offer and for that she needed to be alone. Succubus was incredibly dangerous and she was not entirely certain of her motives. She knew the whole truth was being kept from her and that the demoness was a master of crafting lies...but Ilsa had studied under Dr. Goebbels and Himmler.

As she affixed her chemical injection system to her wrist and made sure the connections that ran along her spine and neck were secured, Ilsa's brow furrowed. Succubus may not have the same goals, but for now she would be a powerful ally, an unexpected player in the events to come. Early on Genocide had considered going to Ultraviolet, but considered her arrogant opinion that "supers" were the master race would clash with her own ideology. Besides she was far too public and was making far too many waves. Succubus had made the offer and seemed to geniunely be impressed with Ilsa, as she should be. In return for use of her equipment, technology, firepower and soldiers (and the night of passion), Ilsa would be allowed the means to crush her enemies under her bootheels. A token of the demon's respect and "goodwill". She held the small red vial up with her gloved hand and let the light of the room shine through it, dancing a crimson shadow off the walls.

Gritting her teeth she opened the vial and emptied it's contents into the reservoir at the base of her neck. She slipped on her filtration mask and breathed deep. Her fingers trembled as she slid them over top of the activation switch on her wrist unit. Scientific curiousity beat out any trepidation she might have had about this deal with a devil and it clicked as depressed it, causing the chemical mixture to begin pumping into her body with a hissing sound. Immediately she knew something was different this time and her back arched as she threw her head back and let out a soft moan. Her muscles began to rapidly expand, buldging and throbbing all over her body as they always did when she used the formula, but it was much more intense and she felt her body getting heavier and larger.

"Mein Gott die unglaubliche MACHT!" Ilsa cried out as her eyes, normally taking on a green glow began to glow with a dim red light. She felt her rapidly bulking body reach it's limit, the light on her wrist sensor turning red as well in warning, but still she continued to expand. Her elasticated leather top shredded and ripped off her massive chest, unable to hold her huge firm breasts, each the size of her soldiers heads. She bent over, her back rippling with new muscle as the injection system burst loose in a series of pops, splashing greenish fluid in all directions. Her face pressed hard against the chemical mask as it too expanded, her neck becoming as thick around a man's waist, her thighs straining against her leather pants. She was easily 8 feet tall and must have weighed over 350 pounds of sheer muscle and still she continued to grow.

The soldiers continued to stand at attention knowing now would be an incredibly bad time to disobey or show fear. But afraid they were as their leader snarled and ripped the mask from her face smashing it into the lights overhead, a face that was becoming increasingly brutish and monstrous. Her voice became deeper, moans becoming ogrish belows, as she struggled back upright. The pants were reaching the limit as her thighs and legs grew thicker and more powerful, and her boots began to pop and tear from her rapidly increasing girth. A wave of incredible power and pleasure hit her hard and she gasped at the feelings her new body were giving her. Holding up her massive hand to her face she saw her wrist unit continued to flash red. Gritting her teeth she did a quick calculation through her pain and realized that if it was still activated then her growth was far from over...

To Be Continued.

Once again, Genocide (and her lovely henchwomen) was co-created and rendered wonderfully by my super-talented partner

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