Super Soldier 1

Tags: Breast Expansion, Ass Expansion, Lactation, Mind Control,
      Super Powers

Note: Inspired by the Deadpool movie.

Hanna rubbed her jaw as she walked to her car. She had caught a
hay-maker when sparing with Mike, and she could already tell
it was going to leave a bruise. Fortunately it was a Friday, so
she would have time to heal up before work. Hanna's boss,
Dr. Benson, was always uncomfortable when Hanna showed up with
a purple welt spreading under her eye or along her forearm.
The first time it had happened it had taken Hanna all day to
convince Dr. Benson that she did not have a secret abusive
boyfriend. Dr. Benson was a sweet lady, and Hanna hated to
worry her, but she was not going to give up MMA.

Hanna had been doing some form of martial arts ever since she was 16.
After puberty made high level gymnastics an impossibility she
picked up Tae Kwon Do. She could have continued to pursue gymnastics
at a recreational level, but for a girl who had been on track
for the Olympics before her hips widened and breasts filled out it
would have been a bitter pill to swallow. Instead she found that
her considerable athletic ability gave her a gift for kicks.

There was no Tae Kwon Do school around when she went to nursing school,
so she decided to try MMA instead. She immediately fell in love with the
sport. She turned out to be a better fighter than a gymnast. She
entered and won her first amateur match a few months before graduation.
She fought and won 6 more times during the next two years, and was
probably would have gone pro if the money was any good for women
in her weight range. At 5'10" and 180 pounds there were not enough
high level female MMA fighters to make her division interesting.
Now Hanna was glad she had remained an amateur. As a nurse she
had seen enough head injuries to think twice about building a
career of getting punched in the face. Sure, she had yet to be
knocked out or even really rocked, but sooner or later everyone got
slow. Hanna still trained hard, but her last fight had been
3 years ago (win by submission, guillotine choke). She was happy to
recede from the fight scene with an undefeated record and all of her
IQ points still in her head.

A dirty white van sped to a stop behind Hanna as she fished
her keys out of her gym bag. Three men in black tactile looking clothing
hopped out of the vehicle and surrounded her. The one in the center
pointed a TAZER as Hanna's chest and launched two sharp electrodes at
her. He hit her right in the center of her body mass, a textbook
shot. The electrodes embedded themselves in the taught fabric of Hanna's
sports bra between her breasts. The D-cup bosom which had ended Hanna's
gymnastics career provided enough padding to prevent a neural storm.
Even though her muscles did not fully lock up they did tighten.
She swept her hand up through the wires connecting the offending projectiles
to her body and stumbled towards her attacker. He grabbed her wrist
only to have his own arm twisted around into a joint lock. Suddenly,
Hanna's hips were under his and she was slamming him onto the pavement with
a powerful judo throw. She was about to dive on top of him to finish
the job, when a second TAZER hit her in the flank. This time her
whole body locked up.

When Hanna came to she strapped down in something in the general theme of
a hospital bed. If the bed had been in a movie it definitely would have
been one about an insane asylum, or a dangerous criminal. Hanna strained
against the thick padded leather straps that held her firmly in place,
but she was not getting anywhere. A saline drip fed into her arm, but
there was a second, smaller bag of fluid attached to her as well. It
was pale yellow and Hanna watched in frustration as it dripped into
the line which was feeding her veins.

Hours later a nurse came in to replace the bag of saline solution.

"Where am I? What are you doing to me?" Hanna demanded.

The nurse was silent.

"Fuck you." She spat.

Without saying anything he slapped her hard across the face.

That night the pain started. It started in her abdominal muscles,
but soon spread all over her body. Anywhere she had muscles Hanna
ached. At first it was dull, hard to localize, but then it started
coming in waves of acute agony. With every wave her body would tense
up, dripping with sweat and trembling from the exertion of it. At
first she screamed and moaned, but soon even that was too much
and all she could do was pant and sob into the soaked sheets.

There were no windows in the room but Hanna decided it was morning
when a janitor came into her room to collect the contents of
the small waste bin. Her pain was not as bad, but she was too exhausted
to care. Even the dull ache had disappeared by the time the nurse
from the day before came back. For a moment all he did was look
at her dispassionately. Eventually he spoke.

"Good. You're alive."

"Barely asshole." She said.

Without any visible emotion he hit her, hard. As if nothing
had happened he walked behind her and did something with the
metal frame of her bed. It settled and he wheeled her out
into the hallway. After a few twists and turns he stopped and
began to undo the straps binding her to the bed. He released
her arms last, and made sure to keep a grip on her wrists after
the were freed. Hanna was still weak from whatever had happened
the night before, so she could barely resist as he shoved
her through a door into a cramped room. A few minutes later
a tray of food was shoved through a flap under the door.
Hanna found that she was enormously hungry.

After she finished devouring the food much of Hanna's fatigue
seemed to have disappeared. In fact, physically she felt great.
She had not felt this vital since she was competing and
she wondered if the drugs they had been pumping her full
of had anything to do with it. Her breasts even looked
a little bigger, though that might have been a result of
their earlier electrocution.

Sometime the next day, the nurse came back.

"Turn around and put your hands through the door." He
instructed.

Hanna just stood there. The nurse produced a TAZER.
Before he could aim, Hanna said, "Okay, Okay. Jesus." 
She stuck her fingers through the gap in the door
and gasped a little as cold steel bit into her wrists.

The nurse yanked the door open and pulled Hanna roughly
towards him. Instead of resisting she moved with him,
and whipped her head forward to slam into his face.

"Son of a bitch." He said stumbling back. He took a swing
at Hanna, but she ducked under his arm and slammed her
shoulder into his chest. Without arms she could not perform
a proper take down, but she hit him hard and they went down
in a tangle of limbs. The nurse scrambled to get on top of
Hanna, and she let him, wrapping her long powerful legs around
his torso. He drew back to hit her across the face. With her arms
tied behind her back Hanna could not hope to defend herself, so
she did not try. Instead, when the nurse brought his fist towards
her face she shoved hard against his torso with her left leg,
pulling her head out of the path of his fist. She kept going, pivoting
around his shoulder smoothly catching him in a shoulder lock. She
leaned forward until his shoulder started making popping noises,
and then she leaned some more.

Hanna scrambled to her feet and brought the bottom of her foot
down hard against the back of the bellowing man's neck. Not
satisfied, she continued to hammer his skull into the hard
floor until orderlies rushed in to pull her off of the
corpse. They dragged her back to the room she had first
woken up in and stripped her down on the gurney against the wall.

A few minutes later an Indian man in a lab coat swept into the room.
"Hello Hanna. You destroyed some of my property today, I'm
afraid I can't tolerate that sort of behavior."

"I killed him?"

"Was it your first time? I must say I'm surprised. Watching the tape it
seemed as if you beat people to death on a regular basis. I had planned
on turning you into a bodyguard, nursing skills and hand to hand combat
are a lucrative combination, but you may be a better fit for our
assassination program." He seemed to consider the idea for a moment.
"Of course we will have to wait and see if you survive the treatment,
which is looking less likely after your antics today."

Hanna jerked her arms against the restraining straps. "Who the fuck
are you?"

The man opened a small refrigeration unit and removed several bags
of saline solution and drugs. As he began hanging them up he
said, "I'm your owner."

"What are you doing to me?"

"Making you more marketable. Did you know that chimpanzees are 8
time stronger than humans pound-for-pound?[1] With a little gene
therapy we can close that gap, or even reverse it. Of course the
problem is that not too many people survive. It's all the pain
I understand. The heart just gives out. With you I'm experimenting
with mixing in a little bovine DNA to stabilize the process.[2]
In light of your earlier misbehavior I'm going to double your dose.
If you thought it hurt the last time, you have another think coming.
It will be interesting to see if your heart gives out." He grinned.
"You look like a strong girl. I have high hopes for you!"

Hanna tried to jerk her arm away from the doctor as he went to insert
the needle, but he grabbed her and held her in place with an iron
grip. When he took his hand away there were bruises on her bicep.

He was right. The pain was much worse the second time. Hanna thrashed
on the sweat soaked bed as waves of pain washed over her. Her muscles
convulsed violently and without without pause. She was more exhausted
than she had ever been, and yet her heart was racing at a mile a minute.
The doctors words haunted her and she felt the icy grip of fear
along with the pain. She was afraid that her heart would give out in
this unknown place. Further down lurked the fear that she would survive
and her captors would forge her into some sort of killer.

Somehow the morning found Hanna alive. Panting with exhaustion deeper
than the grand canyon, and still bucking in agony every now and then,
but alive and past the worst of it. Three nurses or orderlies or whatever
they were collected her and transferred her to the cell. She might have
been able to get the drop on one of them, but not three.

It was not until she had been fed for the second time that Hanna
regained enough lucidity to look at herself. Her whole body still
had a reddish flush from the exertion of the night before. Cupping
and hefting her breasts experimentally she decided that they were
definitely bigger. Hanna was full figured to begin with,
so the change was not obvious, but she had definitely gained some
breast tissue. Standing up and looking at her ass she decided
that it might have gotten bigger as well. She wondered if the changes
might have something to do with the bovine DNA.

Hanna's treatment settled into a regular schedule. They would leave
her in the cell for three days (she counted by meal periods), and then
haul her out to be given a round of treatment. Sometime in the second day
she would be brought to a shower area for cleaning. There were always multiple
guards to move her, and she took a little bit of pride in being considered
high risk. The pain was excruciating, and never got any better, but she
slowly began to stop fearing for her life. It seemed that her heart could
take the stress of the drug.

The treatment seemed to be working. Hanna's muscles were becoming harder
and stronger at a rate which seemed to surprise even the doctor, despite
the double dose she was receiving. Her breasts, hips, and ass were all
growing at a similarly impressive rate. She had no idea what size she
was, but her chest was heavily stressing the tank tops that the orderlies
provided her to wear. As the weeks passed her ass stretched the spandex
shorts they provided further and further. They were beginning to get
uncomfortably tight.


It had been two days since Hanna's last round of treatment, so she was
pretty lucid. Her whole body constantly hurt, but it had been long enough
since her last ordeal that she was able to make out sensations besides
pain. As the pain receded Hanna slowly became aware of a new sensation
in her breasts. It was different from the ballooning feeling of growth
she had gotten used to. Instead it felt like her breasts were being
stretched tight from within. Hanna stood up and examined herself.
Her tits seemed perkier than normal, jutting forward without
any support. *perhaps the skin is not growing as fast as the
flesh* she though. The sensation was rather pleasant now, but
Hanna worried about what might happen if the trend continued.

Something peculiar happened the next time that Hanna was brought
in to be flooded with drugs. The routine torture was as painful
as always at first, but sometime in the middle of the night
the pain in her breasts started to recede. Hanna hardly noticed
it at first, after all the pain was mostly concentrated in her
muscles, but any point of comfort in her sea of pain was remarkable.
The night wore on and the void of pain in her chest slowly turned
into a source of pleasure. Each wave of pain was answered with
a matching wave of pleasure, and by the time morning came Hanna
felt she could bear the drug for the first time.

Hanna recovered quickly once she was back in her cell. Within
just a few hours she felt fully conscious and aware. Normally
she would spend two days in a stupor after each treatment.
She quickly noticed that her chest had grown even bigger.
Even with the increase in size it seemed to be perkier,
and Hanna could feel a little undercurrent of pleasure
buzzing within her tits. She concentrated on it and felt
herself grow wet from the unseen stimulation that seemed
to be playing all along her bosom.

It was the first time that Hanna had really been lucid
for the whole time she was waiting to be treated, and
she did not know quite what to do. At first she let her
mind wander, but her attention was always drawn back to
the pleasure buzzing in her tits. Eventually she resigned
herself to it and decided to focus in on the phenomenon.
She lay on the bed savoring the sensation of her mammaries,
falling into a pleasure-trance.

After a few hours of concentration Hanna felt herself swim
back into consciousness. As her mind shed the last few layers of 
her trance she became aware of a wetness spreading across the
front of her jumpsuit. With a start she brought her fingers to
the wet fabric. Hanna experimented with falling into a 
pleasure-trance a few more times. She only lactated once 
more, but it was enough to confirm the new development.

Her next round of treatment was even easier to bear than the
last one. Instead of writhing in agony on the bed Hanna
was able to bear it calmly. There was still too much pain
to fall into a proper pleasure trance, but it was no longer
an ordeal. For the first time Hanna was able to observe
her growth. It was very gradual, but she did notice it.
Her muscles hardly changed, though they did swell a little
bigger, but her chest and ass grew noticeably. It was never
fast enough that she could see a change, but a few hours
was enough time to produce noticeable results.

When Hanna got back to her cell she was not even breathing
hard. She quickly settled in to a pleasure-trance. It was
stronger this time, but she still felt in control. This time
she felt a wetness at her nipples after fifteen minutes. 

"Shit, I've got to find some way of controlling this."

She said to herself. So far none of the guards or nurses
seemed to have noticed, but she did not want them picking
up on it. She was not sure why she felt that way, but
the instinct to keep a secret was there.

At first she tried to stay out of a pleasure-trance all together,
but that was hopeless. She was always dragged back by the sensations
in her chest. She had more luck with controlling the trance. 
She kept it shallow, not letting herself get too lost in the pleasure.

Her treatments continued, and her figure continued to
grow ever more bodacious. As her body developed she grew
more adept at controlling her trances. The trance was unavoidable,
but why would she want to avoid it? She maintained a trance even 
during the treatment now. The trance gave her tremendous control of
her body. She could feel her blood moving in her veins, or the
air through her lungs. She could control individual muscles. Her
flexibility, which had suffered since her days as a gymnast, had 
increased dramatically as she simply commanded ligaments and 
muscles to lengthen. By far her greatest area of control was her 
chest. She had an intimate knowledge of the milk glands which 
filled out her sweater meat. With an effort of will she could 
cause them to activate, causing her already massive chest to swell. 
She never leaked unless she choose to. To conceal her ability 
from the guards she would frequently pretend to be sick, dry
heaving into the toilet. In reality she was dumping her milk.

One day the Indian doctor came to her see her. After the guards had
handcuffed her securely to her bed he walked in.

"Hello Hanna. You've certainly taken well to the treatment."

"Yeah thanks. Its done wonders for my complexion." She meant it to be
sarcastic, but she spoke the truth. The attractive nurse had become
a bombshell.

"You are done with the treatment. It's time you begin your training."
He said.

"How about fuck you?" She said.

"Right." The doctor motioned to the guards, who rushed forward to
hold Hanna down. She suspected she could have overcome them by
brute force, but she was still handcuffed and they had TAZERS. She
knew how that fight played out. While she was held motionless on
the bed the doctor snapped a collar around her neck.

"Let her go." He said to the guards. When they had backed away
he pulled out his phone and gave Hanna an apologetic smile.
"Sorry. This phone app is so clunky. I used to have dedicated remote,
but they say this should be more convenient. Oh yes. Here we are."
He thumbed a button and an excruciating pain slammed into Hanna.
For the first time in weeks she left her trace. "You mustn't
defy me or any of my staff. It is important that you are a willing
student."

In the morning, a fresh stack of cloths arrived for Hanna. It was
the first time that they had given her anything other than a
jump suit. She stripped down, long since having decided that
nudity taboos were just a sign of weakness. The panties fit
snugly, but comfortably. The bra was rather industrial looking.
It was made with a tough red and black fabric that had no 
stretch to it. Its tag said LL. She pulled the U-necked
garment on over her head, and was happy to find that it
was only a little tight. *Jesus, a LL. I did not even know
they came that big.* She thought to herself. They had given
her jeans and a green t-shirt, which surprised her. She
would have expected more institutional clothes, but who was
she to tell them how to run their evil super prison.

Once she was dressed she took a look at herself in the
polished plate on the door. It was a murky picture,
but she could tell that she looked hot in the tight jeans and
overstretched t-shirt. Her overripe body reminded her of
an anime character. The tight bra restricted motion to
an impressive degree, but her pillowy masses still bounced
and jostled subtly whenever she moved. The motion was slight,
but it somehow made the weight of her tits even more obvious
than when they were floating free in her jump suit.

She did not have to wait long before the guards came to
bring her to some sort of classroom. About ten other
people with collars around their necks sat at desk-chairs
around the room. All of the others were men. 
Hanna seemed to be the most physically
remarkable, though she did notice that one of the men had
swollen forearms and ankles. 

A short swarthy man sat at a desk at the front of the room. 
A phone danged from his left hand, but his attention was 
focused on a clipboard on the desk in front of him. When he 
spoke it was with a faint accent. "I'm Colonel Sax, 
formerly of the Mossad. It's my job to turn to into solders.
In many cases you are already quite accomplished, so I view
myself as a quality control officer more than anything. Others
have a more lopsided skillset, but we are here to get you up
to speed. If you have a skill that the others lack, or could
use help developing, I will expect your assistance with
instruction." He paused for a moment, then unbuttoned his
shirt at the top. A discipline collar was visible at his
neck. "I know that many of you are angry and afraid right
now, but I can tell you from experience that life as
a warrior slave will grow easier. You are slaves now. You
must accept that. But you are also warriors. You would
not have been taken if you were not some of the best killers
and fighters in the world. Your skills and abilities make
you very valuable, and the treatment has made you more
dangerous than you ever were before."

At the sight of the collar Hanna felt a bit of her defiance
melt away. She had been trying to figure out a way to kill
the man before guards could get in or he could activate her
collar, but it was much harder to plan the death of a man
who had been captured and tortured in exactly the same
way that she had. The knowledge that he was augmented
also made her less sure of her ability to overwhelm him
physically.

For the first two weeks they hardly seemed to do anything,
except march. They were housed in a communal barracks, 
which Sax made sure that they kept perfectly clean. Any 
infraction of the strict rules resulted in shocks from 
the collars. When they obeyed an order Sax would reward 
them with direct stimulation of their pleasure centers. 
Hanna's experience working with heroin addicts made her 
realize how insidious those bursts of pleasure were. 
The other prisoners seemed to be hooked on pleasing Sax. 
No human being stood a chance before that onslaught of 
pleasure and pain.

Hanna did not feel nearly as impacted by the prodding of
the collar against her mind as the other prisoners seemed
to be. The jolts of pleasure were sublime, but the just
seemed to blend into the fabric of her ever present
pleasure-trance. She would be swept deeper into the trace
when Sax delivered one of his electronic rewards, but it
was not that different from the pleasure she could
find herself by simply swimming deeper. Her trance was
not nearly as effective against the pain he doled out.
The neural hammer blow would rip her out of the trance
and leave her gasping on the floor, just like the
other prisoners. She did seem to recover more quickly,
but it was still enormously unpleasant.

Finally Sax decided that they were taking to discipline
well enough to start hand to hand combat training. Even
though he called it training, it ended up being more of
a knowledge sharing environment. All of the other warrior
slaves had some background in the military, mostly in
the special forces, so they spent their time in the
gym comparing styles and sparring. To Hanna's surprise
Sax asked her to teach brazilian jui jitsu to the others.

It was clear he had made the right choice for a grappling
instructor. Even though some of the others had backgrounds
in grappling Hanna could easily overcome them all. Part of
the reason was that she was easily the strongest of the
group. In some cases, like when she was compared with Alan
Fletcher, the contrast was almost laughable, but she could
overcome even the strongest of the others, Brad Tannings,
with ease.

Her dominance when grappling came from more than just
physical strength however. She had always had a
strong ground game, but her new found flexibility
opened up fresh options. At first she had been worried 
that her wider hips and huge boobs would throw off her 
game, but instead she found that they provided new  
sources of leverage. Her breasts in particular
found all sorts of uses. They made her triangle defense
impenetrable, as it was so hard for an opponent to get
his legs around her neck and chest. They provided a new
tool she could use to isolate a limb before putting it
in a brutal lock. Her favorite move they provided was
the breast smother. Once she mounted an opponent they
had no hope, all she had to do was lean down. It was more
versatile than just that, however. She frequently smothered
people from a partial mount, or when they were on top of her
but she had her legs around them. Her long flexible
legs and vice-like grip meant that any time her opponent lost
posture she could force them face down in a pile of breast
flesh.

The act of smothering a man into submission turned her
on. Each tapout left Hanna a little moist. She had
never gotten off on domination before, so she figured it
must be a byproduct of her pleasure-trance. Most of the
men seemed pretty turned on by it as well. It was not
uncommon for her to feel an erection in her opponent
after she forced a man to submit to her breasts. A few
times she had felt one twitching in orgasm against her
as they tried to resist.

Her striking had also improved noticeably. Her treatment
had been the most intense so she was the strongest and
fastest fighter in the group. Her chest did have a
tendency to jiggle violently when she made any sudden
moves, so a tight sports bra was a necessity for her
to fight. It also got in the way of her punches. Her
boobs were so large that they spilled over her arms,
which meant that every time she threw a punch she had
to shove her chest to one side or another. On the bright
side it was so bouncy that it was impossible to hurt her
by punching her in the torso. The bottoms of her breasts
hung just below her naval, which made it very hard to find
a place to land a punch which would not result in a soft
bounce back. Hanna had been a little worried that her
soft chest would present a huge point of vulnerability,
but the treatment had toughened up more than just her
musculature. The meaty shield covering her torso
meant that she could cover her head completely with
her hands. Combined with her lighting fast reflexes
and years of experience it meant that hardly anyone
ever hit her with anything significant.

Hanna's chest had reduced the effectiveness of her punches
somewhat, but it was more than made up for by her kicks.
Her long legs had always stood her in good stead, but now
they were backed up with extra leverage that her wider hips
provided. The treatment had caused her ass to swell almost
as much as her boobs, which gave her kicks thunderous power.
Sax had forbidden her from side kicks while sparring when
she tore a heavy punching bag in two with a single blow.

The one area of stand-up combat that Hanna was lacking in
was dealing with weapons. As a mixed martial artist she
was not used to fights with knives in the mix. Sax was an 
experienced Krav Maga practitioner, so he spent a few
hours every day tutoring her and other warrior slaves
with lacking weapons skills. Hanna was improving rapidly,
but the style was still unfamiliar.

Hanna's favorite thing about her new body was the way it opened
gymnastics back up to her. She had never completely gotten over being
forced out of the sport by puberty. Her tits and ass were bigger than
ever, but now she was so strong that it did not matter. When her
jiggling breasts tried to unbalance her, she could just wrench them
back into place. Her huge muscular ass let her leap the length of
a football field from a stand still. Her pleasure-trance seemed
to have improved her balance and coordination, and she was
getting better every day. She did not get much opportunity to
practice, but it was nice to know she could perform an Amanar
Vault without a springboard.

Hanna was increasingly enjoying the effect her body
had on the men around her. She had always been a beautiful
woman, so she was no stranger to catching poorly hidden
lustful stares, but it was the first time that she had enjoyed it.
She had always been happy with the reaction her body elicited in
specific men she was interested in, but never before had she
found pleasure in generalized male desire. She found herself
deliberately taking a long time to change, or hanging
out in a towel in the middle of the barracks. 

"Hey Alan." Hanna walked through the doorway of the communal bathroom.
Alan was in the middle of hanging his towel on a silver hook on the
wall.

He turned around, "Oh, I can shower later if you want." He said.
His eyes were glued to Hanna's body as he made the offer. She
wore a towel, but it did nothing to cover up the tops of her breasts
or her muscular legs. Each breast was easily bigger than her head,
and yet they both jutted forward proudly. Over a foot of cleavage
was visible.

She smiled. "Don't bother. Privacy is just one more thing they
can take away from me, so why hold on to it?" She opened up
her towel, giving the former MI5 sniper a view of her fertility
goddess figure. She held the blue towel behind herself, letting
its dark fabric provide a contrast with her pale flesh. "The
Buddha tells us that desire is the root of all suffering. They
can only hurt us if we let them."

Just before she turned on the water she heard Alan mutter,
"Then I'm in for a lot of suffering" to himself. She smirked
and stepped under the warm stream, letting her chestnut hair
get soaked. She watched Alan out of the corner of her eye
as she lathered herself up. He was doing a poor job of
hiding his stares, and it did not take long for him to
grow erect. He tried to hide his arousal by turning towards the
wall, but there was a lot to hide, and he did not do a great job.

Hanna felt herself growing aroused by the impact her body seemed
to have on the man. Her pleasure-trance deepened and took on
new texture. She felt her mind opening up. She became extremely
conscious of sensation. Her senses flared, and her focus flitted
from point to point. She followed the progress of a single
drop of water traveling down Alan's arm without looking at it.
She could hear far off thumping cavitation in the water pipes.

Alan's breathing sped up as Hanna rinsed herself off. She ran
her hands over her ripe body, forcing the soap off her skin.
Her attention was jerked towards the sniper when he started
twitching. He tried to hide it, but in her heightened state
of consciousness she was attuned to his every movement. Her
trance seemed to be bucking with him. Hanna felt as if her mind
was being sheared in two for a moment, and then she felt something
pop. Suddenly she was one person with two minds. Her thoughts ran
in perfect parallel. She was not merely multitasking, she literally
had two minds. One mind focused on observing Alan, while the other
calmly finished the shower and began drying off.

The mental schism only lasted for about forty seconds, but it
was a very intense and alien experience. At the end it felt like
two different though very similar sets of memories were being
merged back together. Hanna was a little worried that she
might have lost something in the reassembly, but she was too
excited by this latest gift of the trance to pay it too much
mind. She finished drying off, not spending very much effort
on preserving her modesty. "See ya later, Alan." She said,
and sauntered back into the barracks, flared hips swaying under
her towel. He could only grunt in reply.

The last few echos of the experience had faded away by the time
that Hanna finished getting dressed. She chewed her lip and
ran her fingers along the hem of her tight grey t-shirt.
*Brining a man to orgasm by my presence if pretty hot, but
that can't be just the result of having tits bigger than
basketballs. I wonder if I'm producing more pheromones or
something.*

They started firearms training a month after hand to hand combat.
It was a total role reversal for Hanna. She went from being the
best to the least skilled in a single day. All the others
had extensive firearms skills, though Alan Fletcher had the
most. Sax had recruited the former MI5 sniper to be the
firearms instructor in much the same way that he had asked
Hanna to teach grappling.

"Ok, focus on your breathing. Let the shot surprise you."
Alan's British accented voice seeped into Hanna's mind
as she sighted down range. She held the hand gun with
slightly bent arms and squeezed the trigger. **BANG**
It sounded muffled through the hearing protection she
was wearing. She rode the kickback and brought the
barrel back into position. The big .45 had a big punch,
but to Hanna's enhanced musculature it was tamer than
a .22.

Even though she was the worst of the group Hanna found that
she really enjoyed shooting. The focus it required fit well
with her trance. She could spend hours at the range without
noticing the time going by, allowing herself to be swept up
by her meditation. She was getting much better too. Ever day
her scores grew closer to Kuo Lan's. Kua had been a Chinese
intelligence officer, but his specialties lay in the area of
electronic warfare. Still, he had been in the regular army for
five years and he was no slouch with a pistol or rifle.

Hanna's breasts did make shooting a little tricky. Her massive
chest was so large that it could be seen from behind even
when her arms were at her sides, so it was inevitable that
it would get in the way. When Hanna held a pistol her arms
forced her tits together, squeezing them up and putting
even more strain than usual on her shirt. It would have
been impossible for an ordinary woman to hold her hands
steady while fighting the pressure of abundant breast
flesh, but Hanna's strength stood her in good stead.

Her chest did not interfere with her when she was using
a rifle nearly as much. In a standing position her
boobs pressed the weapon up a little bit, but she could
easily press it down into the pillowy shelf with her
cheek. In fact the presence of her breasts helped her
steady the gun. When she fired from a prone position
her chest did not interfere at all, except that it
propped her up by almost a foot. The increased profile
was not ideal for a sniper, but it did not bring her
much higher then the swell of her ass anyway. You
can't be good at everything.

[1]: Not actually true.
[2]: Because science.
