Biding her time, Selina watched Amber and the aryans having fun through the bars. A member of the aryans stood guard at the cell door, keeping her inside. An ironic twist in the penal system. Inmates guarding inmates.

The alarm system had been decimated by the white whale of a woman. She'd crushed the speakers and broken the lights, annoyances while she was having fun. A feat no one else could have done with them all being at least a dozen foot out of anyone else's reach. Now one lone speaker gave a high pitched, pained blaring sound. A broken, wounded animal. A metaphor for what the prison had become.

Entropy had been tamed by the new apex predator. The holding cells looked like the aftermath of a medieval battle. Fires burned themselves out, broken shields, cracked and smashed, weapons and bodies, all laid out across the hall. Amber had thinned the heard into a smaller, more manageable group. Easier to catch or kill any stragglers trying to escape when there were fewer people, after all. She was currently sat atop the rubble and bodies she'd created with her grand entrance. A throne of destruction. Her thick legs were splayed to either side, feet almost brushing the bars of the cells along each wall.

A new game had begun in the wake of the riot. A new set of trials. "Next!" Shouted one grinning aryan, stood in front of a towering foot. One Lobos member delved into the canyon of limbs, stepping away from the front of a long line. She had a thin scar over her nose and a defiant grimace. The woman shuffled forwards, eyes searching for any signs of a possible exit. Her journey took her passed Amber's ankles, deeper into the valley. Girthy legs loomed larger on either side of her as the path grew narrower. The heat and humidity pouring off of Amber increased, a cloying scent that was omnipresent in the room becoming more overpowering. In front of the woman was not only Amber, stretching skyward, but also a voracious, slick, crimson, throbbing, hungry cunt.

At this size the Lobos member could see every twitch of excited muscle, every drop of nectar and, of course, the engorged clit sitting smugly above the spread folds. It was huge, larger than an orange and had shrugged off the clitoral hood, bloated and practically humming in ecstacy. As she stared into the abyss, it seemed to stare back, swelling and pulsing tauntingly, more cum oozing out to drip onto the rubble below.

By virtue of Amber's size, she divided the room. New contestants in front of her, kept between her legs, previous stowed away behind her. In the shadow of her vast rump there were two groups of women. One, a disheveled group - tousled up hair, smeared make up, ashamed expressions - all soaked in thick, viscous juices. Each and everyone of them kept their eyes glued to the ground, refusing to make eye contact with one another... Or with the other group. The group of equally soaked dead bodies piled into a mound.

The name of the game: Make Amber cum or suffocate. It was a cruel, perverse game that the monster had thought up mid rampage while stuffing a terrified inmate into her slit. Once she'd brought the survivors to heel in the holding cells, she knew exactly how to create a group of 'loyal' subjects. Something to bind them all. Mark them. Brand them as her slaves. It was the perfect bonding experience for them all.

To Amber's delight, quite a few had been proficient at passing the test. Due to the colossal bundles of sensitive nerves that had been bolstered with G37, she'd been easier to push into climax for most. On the other hand, those too proud or not dexterous enough to pass were held down in her sex until they stopped struggling. The twisted woman had joked with her lackeys that those that didn't make the cut could at least have a taste of heaven before going to hell.

"Bet when you came to prison you never thought the pussy would be eating you." Amber sang, making herself laugh and sending her abs fluttering. She shot a wink to the Lobos member below who, surprisingly, didn't show any fear. She just grew angrier.

Selina realised it was Alvarez when she heard the voice drifting out from the danger zone. "Nah, puta, fuck that! I ain't eating your dirty, nazi snatch and it sure as fuck ain't eatin' me! Better fucking kill me now, hoe!" She couldn't see the source of the voice over the gargantuan curve of quad between them but a bittersweet smile curled Selina's lips. Of course Alvarez would say something like that. If only what was coming next wasn't....

Amber's almost white eyebrows rose high on her forehead. "Awwww, isn't that cute, guys?" She looked from one aryan member to the other near her feet, toes wriggling at their eye level. "She thinks she has a choice!"

There was almost a whistle of air as her hand came swinging down. Alvarez's entire body was slapped into the jaws of the beast. Hyena cackles filled the air, Amber grinding Alvarez into her cunt, humping her hand aggressively, mashing the doll into her erogenous zones. This was more brutal than any of the 'trials' before. Bundles of muscle bigger than a grown man flexed, floor quaking as Alvarez was fucked like a cheap toy.

Selina grit her teeth, watching, praying Alvarez would just give in and throw away her pride. She could barely make out the sound of tiny fists beating against the steel of Amber's inner thighs. It was drowned out by a moan. The powerlessness to stop this was crushing. Even if every inmate in the hall attacked Amber it would be completely futile.

Alvarez wriggled, fighting, turning her head, gasping for air wherever she could. That life or death battle served as nothing more than tingles for the giant. "Ah fuck. That's right, ke-keep struggling!" She said, words catching in her throat as pleasure spiked. She was enjoying the fact that her getting off was enough to kill someone - that she was sapping the life out of someone while they acted as her plaything. It was disgusting to watch. Her legs lifted in pleasure, coming down like felled trees to shake the walls. One aryan at her feet tumbled out of the way, rolling and dodging what would have been a life ending collision.

Selina did a double take, blood mixing with ice in her veins. Had that woman been in close enough proximity to be crushed before? When this had all started hadn't she been much further away from the foot? Selina looked from Amber's ass to her heel again and again. Being so frustrated she hadn't actually been paying attention to her, instead plotting an escape. This revelation troubled Selina though and now she stared along the leg that stretched passed the row of cells, mentally soaking in details. Had the massive posterior ahead of her been covering that much of the debris earlier? Had her gigantic thigh been blocking that much of the view? Selina felt anxiety constrict her chest when she saw it. A haze of heat, a half second of movement that didn't match the rest. A spurt of size. Amber was still growing. Selina blinked rapidly, eyes affixed to Amber. She tried to tune out Alvarez being drowned in cum, tried to ignore her friend being fucked to death - There it was again! Blonde hair shifted further out of view, demonic grin stretching wider, canines bigger, lips juicier. Selina's eyes wandered down. Tiny, sporadic bursts. Inches at a time, maybe. Amber was still growing. The notion was mind numbing. Her wrecking ball of a breast jostled as she moved, swaying back and forth as it swelled heavier. The huge, pink nub that sat proudly on her tit widened and thickened, rigid from pleasure. Selina needed to get out now. She needed to do something to stop her.

A wet gurgling could just about be heard as Amber thrashed up and down, breathing heavy. Alvarez didn't have long. Grimly, Selina wondered if this the distraction she needed? It felt dirty using someone else's death as a way to slip out, but -

Metallic clinking was the only warning the inmates got. Flashbangs exploded, ringing ears and blinding everyone. Tear gas followed. Inmates hit the ground and Amber, practically unaffected, waved away the clouds of irritant. Shepherding two aryans away from the attack, she led them to the third woman in front of Selina's cell. A hushed order was given. "Cell block A. Now." She muttered, hustling the women away with her palm. Selina had heard it all. A clap of deafening sound made her jump. Amber winced, whirling back around to face the double doors. A barrage of lead greeted her, digging deep into what marble like skin.

Encouraged by Amber's scream, they laid in. The giant shielded her face with a meaty arm, and swiped at the guards with the other. Selina couldn't help but think of King Kong on the empire state building, swatting at planes. The guards broke formation scattering, going for cover, but not before Amber's front had been pock marked, bloodied and bullet ridden. Elated by their success, Selina gripped the bars and peered out, hoping goliath would fall. All hope died when Amber instead rose.

Amber stood, back to Selina's cell. She wasn't looking at the muscled, sculpted knots across her back or the round, hunks of glute below. Even with her ears ringing her attention was drawn to a peculiar series of sounds filling the abrupt quiet. It sounded like someone was pouring out a bag of coins and, between the ivory pillars of Amber's legs, Selina saw a downpour of lead twinkling in the light. Bullets. Bullets that had just been lodged in her flesh and skin and bones. Bullets spat from her body, wounds healing, plugging the injuries, forcing the foreign material out. The guards all stared, bloodied, red holes filling, skin and muscle stitching itself back together until little pink marks were all that remained. Even they faded, leaving no scar tissue at all. Just perfectly smooth, white skin or red marks, a testament to her growth.

The moan that left the pale structure signified something else coming. Purple veins shimmered, the overdose of G37 in her system being awakened by the need to heal it's vessel. Amber ground her teeth and muscles flexed... And swelled... And grew. The sound of leather being pulled taunt, creaking, filled the air and the titanic shape before them pushed up and out. In the middle of the hall, Amber grew. She reached out, gripping the ceiling to steady herself as her head weeded closer to it, body twitching and shuddering as she struggled to stay upright. Selina hadn't been able to estimate the woman's height before but now as she filled the hall, floor to ceiling, she felt a dreadful comparison becoming apparent. The holding cells, one of the few rooms with an uncharacteristically high ceiling, topped out at 25 feet. A height that Amber had just encroached.

Finally the growth stopped and Amber ran her hands across the concrete her head was pressed against. Her voice had even more bass in it when she spoke. "Mhmmmm, fuck. Boys, you're really getting me worked up." She smirked. "Wanna try that again?" Their was a come hither look in her eyes beckoning them. If they weren't so traumatised it may have been alluring. Their dumbfounded faces made them look oh, so powerless. So defeated. So pathetic. She drank it in, squeezing her thighs together. It was hot seeing people this broken by her doing nothing but stand there. She didn't need to give a grand display of power. She didn't need to flex her size and crush them to dust. She didn't even need to scream or shout. All she had to do was stand there. Stand there and take all the bullets and huff in all the tear gas and let it make her even stronger and bigger and better. Shrugging off their most desperate attempts. No, not shrugging it off - guzzling it down, absorbing it, feeding off of it. That level of defeat made them delectably distraught. It showed them that she'd transcended them completely, a bastion of perfection that was un-fucking-touchable. She came again thinking about it.

Scared, powerless men gave a laughably predictable response to her most recent climax. They fired their guns. Scattered, unorganised shooting. A futile act to comfort them as they tried to turn tail and run. Just because she didn't need to give a grand display of strength didn't mean she wasn't going to. Her laughter rumbled like the thunder outside, storm still raging.

She was going to kill them all. All but one anyway. One that she'd ask a question to. She only had one question: 'Where's Smith?'


In the showers three women were continuing to bloody and bruise one another. The surroundings as well as the inmates were being battered. Waist high walls had been collapsed in some areas, blue chips of tile littered the floor like fallen leaves.  Pipes had been bent and ruptured, spraying water along one wall.

Trish and Jessica had done remarkably well as a duo. Both had received about as much damage as they'd dished out. The surprise attack from Jessica, the numbers game and the enclosed space were adding up. Vásquez was breathing heavy, blood dripping from her hip to mix with the puddles on the floor. Knife still sticking out of her back, she was covered in bruises. Left eye swollen, right eyebrow gashed open, blood in her teeth. Yet she refused to stop.

Jessica was gassed out, fuel tank running empty after repeated clashes. She'd protected her head from most strikes but had been taking hits every time she got close. Her limbs now felt like lead, forearms dyed blue and purple. Not only that, but she'd also been thrown against the wall, leaving her hunched over to the left, back and side aching. There were probably some broken bones somewhere.

Trish was doing even worse. Despite her stamina being better, she'd been fighting for longer than Jessica and her older injuries haggled her, sapping her energy. She still felt like she was seeing triple and, although adrenaline was carrying her, she felt like she could topple over at any second.

"What the FUCK are you guys doing?!" An angry voice bellowed. The trio didn't turn to look, afraid that the others would take advantage. Instead, they edged themselves around marginally, glancing precariously at the source of the voice. "Are you all imbeciles?!" Ranted a sweaty, red-faced Selina. She'd run here, through the holding cells and through the crowds in the halls. Everywhere she found morons still fighting. "You three are squabbling like children in the fucking showers while the whole prison is falling apart!" Her arms waved wildly. None of them had seen her this animated before. "Everyone! Punching and kicking and - People are dying!"

"Selina, this isn't the time." Vásquez said, not dropping her guard.

"This is the ONLY time. Andrea, you have to stop. You all do! Amber is tearing everyone apart. Lobos, Nation, K13, Niners!" That got everyone's attention. Heads turned to Selina now.

"Amber? What the fuck can she do by herself?" Grunted Trish.

"I do not know what she did but she is a giant now! Taller than you!" She pointed at Vásquez. "More than double your size." A ripple of disbelief killed the animosity momentarily.

"How the fuck is that even possible?" Jessica mumbled.

"Where's Jennifer? Where's Maria?" Vásquez asked, voice terse.

"I do not know! The riots are everywhere. Amber is in the holding cells but Maria and Jennifer are gone!" Selina answered.

"Jennifer wasn't in her cell this morning." Jessica said. Everyone looked to her, the only person in the group that had seen inside of her cell today. "Rachel was dead and Jennifer was gone." She said, voice steady and monotone, still not over finding her friend that way.

"Fuck." Trish had an epiphany, understanding what must have happened. She thought aloud, "they fucking planned this... Jennifer stole an ID card for Smith's little testing grounds. The aryans must have known. They - they kidnapped her and took her to the labs. That's how Amber grew. She must have used Jennifer to get in there and take a bunch of G37." The silence settled, each of the amazonians taking all the information in.

"We have to stop her." Selina broke the silence.

"Fuck that." Scoffed Jessica. "How would we even try? We're like toys compared to someone double her size." She jutted her chin angrily at her former opponent.

"She's killing Lobos." Vásquez stated, a new anger blooming. "I don't give a fuck how big she is."


"Ohhhhhhh." Trish waved her hands, "big, bad Vásquez on the case." She mocked.

"Fuck you." The titan spat back. "Didn't have any trouble fighting me, why you being a pussy now?"  

"Look how well that's going." Jessica was indignant, swinging her arms up wide to present her current state. She gave a grunt, leaning to one side to stop the pain. "I'm falling apart. So is Trish and so are you. This wasn't some walk in the fuckin' park, V. And if she's that fucking big, we can't do shit."

"If we weren't so beat up it wouldn't be a problem." Vásquez rubbed her eye, smearing the blood from her eyebrow out of her vision.

"Oh, and whose fault is that?" Trish leaned on a wall, adrenaline dwindling in her blood stream.

"Fuck off. You two both been planning this. If you didn't lie we wouldn't be here."

Trish stood and the atmosphere in the showers began heating back up. "Enough!" Selina barked. "Children. You're acting like children! Amber is torturing people to death and you still want to fight each other?" Trish stepped back and slunked down along the wall. Vásquez, proud and tall, finally sagged a little.

"So what? You got a plan?" Doubt laced Jessica's voice. There was a short quiet.

"I do not." Selina eventually said. "Maybe we cannot stop her but we need to at least help people. We..."

"Need to find Jennifer." Trish cut in. "We need to get to those labs and find out what happened. There must be some counter serum or something. They couldn't have been stupid enough to not have fail safes."

"We still need to go through the holding cells to get to medbay." Jessica added, shaking her head, clearly not enjoying that notion.

"Blah, blah, fucking blah. Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face." Vásquez drew herself up again. "I'm going. If you two have a spine between you, you'll come too. C'mon, Selina. Let's go."

"Andrea, we need to stick together!" The massive woman shuffled out, ignoring the smugglers protests. Selina followed, trying to calm her friend down. Jessica looked to Trish who threw her hands up, annoyed.

"Fuck it, let's go see how big this nazi whore actually is. Gotta go that way no matter what anyway."