The General's Ascension (Patreon)

*Not gonna lie, I loved how this came out and I couldn't wait to release it. This being muscle growth mini giantess/super soldier serum type content I'm not sure how much appetite there is for it among the Patreon crowd so I'm making this an off schedule added extra if you're as into this as I am. If you ARE into it please like a comment. It's the only way I can tell what you folks think and there may be more of this kind of material if it gets a good response! As an extra I might release it before the usual 1 month embargo on other platforms.*

The lights in the observation room flickered and there was a click and a fizz as the extraction fan powered down. The assembled observers looked around for a sign of reassurance from the white coats. They in turn shot glances at each other. Then before anyone could speak the lighting sputtered into life and the thrumming of the fans returned to the background again. There was an audible exhale. The chamber under observation was full of a dense mist. The bright lights made it seem to glow from within and nothing could be seen. There were a dozen or so men captivated by this room filled with white fog. There were a few suits but it was mostly a gaggle of grey haired men in military uniform laden with medals. These were the top brass. The top of the top.

There was a hiss as pressure released and the airlock cleared. A couple of blue boys in hazmat gear hurried into the chamber. At first they were consumed by the fog but as it began to dissipate shapes could be seen. One shape was considerably larger than the rest. “Good God!” exclaimed some gruff grey haired general as the hazmat boys fell back in shock. In front of them was an enormous figure, twice their height and layered with slabs of rippling, hard muscle. She breathed deep breaths. Her chest rising and falling, taking in ever more air, getting used to the size of her lungs. Her hands clenched into fists and coils of muscle sprung to life in her forearms. A set of enormous breasts sat on her chest with nipples bitingly erect. She was naked as the day she was born; although this might bee the day she was born again, as a god.

The familiar stern face of General Melissa MacArthur looked back through the glass at the assembled men. She looked back at them from a height of around eleven feet. The procedure had worked. Worked beyond all expectations. She was just so massive, the men now attending to her in the chamber looked like children. It was a risk putting so senior an officer as the Chief of the Airforce through the process but nobody else could be trusted to lead. Now they all looked at her they were afraid. They had not realised how imposing a fifty two year old woman, once their peer, could look now that she was far and away the most powerful human on the planet. 

Now she spoke: “Inform the President that he is to wait on my attendance at the Whitehouse. I expect to meet him in the Oval Office for the formal transfer of powers to me. The time has come gentlemen.”