The dictaphone

The ash storm abated slowly, but the winds still howled, occasionally drowned out by a deafening moan of the mile-high dragoness. Luckily the heavy security doors of the former military base dampened the noise considerably. In general, the base had been the best that could have happened to the inhabitants. It was far away from the ‘dragon-trails’, if such a term for distance was befitting for a being whose large strides could easily cover those distances in mere seconds, and its entrances were hidden behind small fake villages at the foot of large mountains. As long as no one did something really dumb to attract the attention of the mighty dragoness and her all-piercing gaze, they should be quite safe. Additionally large radiation-shielding seemed to disturb the dragoness’ unwavering gaze. The ravens, the tribe occupying the area had made sure everything would look regular to the massive being, who dominated humanities now-increasingly worn-out cradle. The inner circle was allowed to life in the base and populated the houses above the heavy blast doors leading into the facility. The outer-circles roamed the area, camped in the plains and built large shrines for the holy ruler of terra, Empress Vanessa. The leader of the Ravens sneered in disgust, her angelic face distorted by the malignancy of this expression. Empress…

The Ravens were special, they always had been, since the ascension of the dragoness and even more so now. From the first days of the downfall of humanity the new-founded tribe had mostly consisted of women. By now only women were full members, men only ‘taken in’ as slaves for the outer circle and for the purpose of reproduction. Christy smiled, this time the smile was genuinely positive. She had survived Vanessa’s ascension, despite being trapped under the expanding body of the relentlessly growing behemoth, understanding the situation fast enough she had led survivors on the dragoness’ body early enough, evading the lava-streams and through some kind of miracle even the bombing of the drake, safely hidden at the underside of Vanessa’s mountain-like bosom, not even the shattering of the dragoness’ scales had killed her, the behemoth absorbing the radiation. In a torturous climb she had led her pockets of survivors back on the ground, even back then the group had mostly consisted of young women from her own school and even the school of the world-destroying dragoness herself. Back then their chances of survival had been meagre. Christy had never been an idealist. She had known what would happen, when all systems collapse. After all, she had always dreamed of being not only superior in looks, but also in strength and power and she knew what she would do, if there was no one, who could stop her. She would take what she wants, whenever she wants to. So she searched for strong, combat-experienced or at least well-equipped survivors and convinced them – one way or the other – to protect her group. Fiercely she had protected every woman of her tribe and gained their unwavering loyalty by doing so. With her growing reputation more and more women had ventured out to join her tribe and finally their group had been large, well-equipped and trained enough to be independent. Raids on slaver tribes, mass-liberation of abducted women, had grown the tribe even more and finally they had discovered the military installation. All hardships, losses and the constant struggle in joyless, dark world, plagued by tectonic unrest, losses and the lack of any luxury – they had found a place worth to be called home. Even better, a place, which gave them the most precious good in the post-apocalyptic nightmare – hope! The military base had been deserted, it had served as hidden research base for a strain of research, which actually seemed to be stolen from a comic book, human enhancement for the creation of ‘super-soldiers’. The diversity of Christy’s tribe had proven to be invaluable, in the ranks of her followers had been several women with scientific knowledge or background. Ironically a former follower of Vanessa Barnes, Amber, had been the most successful amongst them. Quickly they had revived the research-project, with undeniable success. Muscle enhancement and growth treatments had pushed each member of the inner circle well above the human standards. Even each woman in the outer-circle was at least four-times stronger than the strongest man on earth, their endurance and tenacity had been increased at the same amount… and the inner circle, well…

“We are mhmm, so much better,” she moaned, her hands almost absently stroking the exposed tops of her breasts, working up and down the long line of her cleavage. Christy vividly remembered the day of her treatment, when the supple curve of her cleavage had emerged from beneath her ever-tightening leather, a pair of wondrous, succulent orbs making a slow-motion escape from their constraining leather prison, finally tearing it into shreds. Even if she had been her normal height, she would probably need at least an HH-cup by now… but she wasn’t at her normal height, she was towering fifteen feet tall, the reason why she could no longer leave the base, a human of her size would surely draw the dragoness’ attention. Along with her size and breasts, her muscularity and the size of her muscles had increased significantly. She would consider herself the second strongest being on earth, but she wasn’t entirely sure of this.

Christy gazed at Amber, who knelt before her large throne. The brunette had always been athletic, but the highest treatment had enhanced her massively, every muscle of her body had exploded in size, so while Ambers breasts were at least two cup-sizes smaller and she was ‘only’ ten feet tall, in proportion her muscles were even larger than Christy’s. There had been a time, when this would have annoyed Christy, but now she cherished her most loyal subject had been accordingly rewarded for her services and of course the body her hands and tongue explored every night. She gave Amber a sexy wink, the brunette immediately blushed.
Ahh, her innocence was so refreshing.
Every member of the inner circle was at least 8 feet tall and her whole tribe was more than able to fend off any threat on the surface… Now it was finally time to accomplish bigger goals… ways bigger!

“My queen,” Amber said most formal, “We’re still working on a way to create a more potent growth formula, but I’m not sure we’ll succeed.”

Christy rose from her throne and slowly approached the kneeling Amber. Spread-legged she lowered herself in front of the massively muscled brunette. The towering raven-haired queen was so close now that Amber could smell her, almost taste her. It was a special odour that spoke to her in the loudest possible terms, the distinctive smell of female arousal. They had shared the bed before their transformation, but Christy’s size seemed to amplify the scent; it was all around Amber, overpowering her. How hard it was to resist her… not to pounce on her in front of all the other women in the throne-room. Christy’s angelic smile showed that she enjoyed teasing Amber this way.

“But I’m sure, Amber! Fate led us here; we’re destined to … ascend! I’m sure of it!” the leader of the tribe answered.
“Just continue your research, don’t hasten and be thoroughly! We’ll all see the day of success!”