CHAPTER 8
[Rachel]
Turning towards the wrecked door of Michael's penthouse, Rachel sauntered back towards the bedroom, looking for her clothes. In truth, she was still digesting what had happened. Just yesterday, she had been a successful, hot woman, bordering on cougar-hood, and still out on the prowl for the man that would be her lifelong companion. Today, after perhaps the best sex of her life, she was now a successful, hot superwoman, and involved with a billionaire playboy whose sperm could re-make women from the inside out.
After the mega dose of nanites that Michael had pumped her with a couple of hours ago, she had fallen into a deep sleep under the sun by the pool. Absorbing the solar energy from the sun, the nanites had gone to work while Rachel had slept, and when she awoke, the transformation had been completed. Optically, her rose red hair had thickened and lengthened to half cover her butt cheeks, while her boobs had grown almost 2 cup sizes from a D to a big DD. They had maintained their nice drop shape, and were crowned by dark pink areola that covered almost a third of their surface. Her skin had regained the elasticity and perfect pigmentation of youth and all the lines and stretch marks had vanished.
But more significantly were the physical changes that lay underneath. Aside from having become the peak of human natural physical perfection -- she was as fast and as strong as any Olympic athlete, strong as a weightlifter, fast as a sprinter, agile as a gymnast -- the two main physical changes that had taken place were in her hair and her boobs. Rachel's hair composition now made it stronger than steel, but soft as silk. Its length and thickness could be controlled with a thought. If she needed it, her red hair could wrap her body in a bulletproof cocoon. Because she could also control how each individual strand moved, Rachel could also weave her hair into a razor sharp fan, or individual tentacles, strong as steel. Meanwhile, her boobs had transformed into miniature explosive factories. They had grown in size to store the explosive "clay" that her boobs now excreted, and her nipples had to be bigger to squirt the new thick mixture. On command, her boobs could squirt anything from C4 equivalents, to new concoctions unknown to modern science. Of course, she could only produce and store as much as her DD-cups could carry, and would need time to generate more if she were to exhaust the supply.
Perhaps best of all, all these changes, how they had come about, and how to use her new found powers had all come together with the mutation. The new information had been written directly into her brain, and she had instinctively known how to use her new powers, just like she had to save Michael moments ago.
All in all, it had been an unbelievably eventful and fruitful 24 hours.
Turning her thoughts back to the present, she overheard Michael and Amanda, Michael's head of security, discussing what had just happened.
"Sir, we don't yet know how those three broke into the place. Security downstairs appears to still be intact. We also don't understand why they only sent 3 agents, since if they wanted to ensure they were successful, they could have sent a much bigger team." said Amanda, walking next to Michael as they returned to the apartment.
"I can't believe we lost 2 girls just like that... I thought we had prepared for this..." said Michael, staring into Amanda's big green eyes.
"Well, we never expected them to breach security in this manner. We thought that if they assaulted, we would have to face them at the lobby, where the girls have an 8-women team ready, armed to the teeth. Joanne and Anna were only meant as a final safeguard, to accompany you if we needed to evacuate you. They were not ready for a full scale fire fight with super-soldiers."
Amanda was wearing a skin tight white lycra tank top and matching white and blue running shorts. Over which, she wore a webbing with two automatic pistols, several grenades and spare magazines. At her hips were holstered two sub-machine guns, with spare magazines slotted on her belt above her butt crack. The skin tight outfit left nothing to the imagination, and Rachel caught Michael eyeing Amanda's boobs as they bounced.
Hmph. Looks like if I stay with Michael, I'm going to have to accept that he's always going to be a playboy, always looking out for new pussy. I shouldn't be too upset, Amanda's pretty damn hot, so at least he's not settling for ANY piece of ass.
Amanda was a blond, in her late 30s. After a career in special forces, she had left to form her own security firm for rich businessmen. Being a hot blond made her business boom, and the fact that she only hired women guards was a big perk. When she heard about Michael's interest, she had leapt at the chance. She had shown up with 24 of her best looking agents, all dressed in bikinis and toting assault rifles. Michael had not only hired her immediately, he had bought the entire company for more than 5 times what it was worth. He had tripled everyone's salary to top it off, and invested in living quarters in the city for all the girls. Mandy had NOT been pleased, especially when she realised that Michael was quite taken by Amanda. Amanda was just under 6 feet, athletic, but with nice natural C-cups. She had big green eyes, sexy features, and a low purring voice. A blond bombshell that actually knew how to use bombs. Who could blame him.
"Sir, we're still not sure how they managed to break into the building. I've got teams sweeping the building right now, to make sure that there are no other surprises waiting for us. More importantly, I find it strange that if they knew they could break in, why they would send such a small team. They made it all the way to your penthouse. If they had sent a bigger group, there would be a much higher chance they would have succeeded in their objective." she said.
Michael, eyes still on Amanda's boobs, gave a half-wit "uhh" response. Rachel was certain that he hadn't been listening to Amanda's update. Slightly irritated that her lover was eyeing another woman, Rachel sauntered forward, brushing her tits against Michael's arm as she passed him.
She immediately felt Michael's attention shift to her.
I'm sure he's eyes are locked on my ass now. Take that blondie!
Refusing to give Michael the gratification by acknowledging his gaze, Rachel continued into the penthouse and headed to the bedroom.
I wonder where Lisa is... Come to think of it, I should be scared out of my mind. Last night, I was happily leading my life, hoping to get a good... And the next morning, I'm some kinda of super hero chick with a chemistry lab for boobs. I just killed some assholes that tried to whack my lover, and now I'm wondering around his bedroom looking for my bra... Top that...
Bending over the side of Michael's bed, Rachel found the torn remains of her bra and panties.
Well, so much for that idea...
She tossed both pieces of torn lingerie aside and picked up her dress, pulling it on over her head. Her augmented boobs stretched the tight dress to its limits, and threatened to spill out over the top. She knew she looked amazing, and turned around to catch Michael ogling her boobs. Amanda was still providing her update, though Rachel also noticed an somewhat irritated expression on her face.
Can't be fun trying to update your hunky boss while he's busy staring at another woman's chest. I wonder if she's working for him just for the money, or cos she's hoping to bag him as well. Hey, for all I know, Michael's been banging her all this time... hmmmph.
At this point, two more of Michael's female bodyguards entered the apartment. Just like Amanda, they were hot chicks, one was a blond while the other was a dark brunette. However, unlike their boss, both were heavily decked out in tactical gear, and only their heads were uncovered. The blond signalled to Amanda, who excused herself and made her way to speak to both of them privately.
