PROJECT: APEX

Chapter 5 - The Matriarchy

Written by: GrowthGooru

The ground shook beneath their feet as the heavy THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... of the approaching soldiers echoed through the air. The thudding sound barely drowned out the chaos between Evelyn and Vanessa, who were still clutching at each other and struggling on the debris of the destroyed R&D building. But as the giantess soldiers neared, the earth vibrated with a force all its own.

The first to come into view was Lieutenant Wolfe, standing a commanding 10'6" tall. Her muscular body towered over everything around her. Behind her were Sergeant Thompson at 10'3", Sergeant Murphy at 10'2", and Private Harris at 10'4". All of them were naked—none of them had clothes that could possibly fit their new, enormous forms. Their bare skin stretched tight over their powerful, muscular frames, breasts bouncing with each step, and their massive thighs flexing as they moved, leaving a trail of destruction with every footfall.

The soldiers’ approach was slow but sure, each step causing the ground to shake as their feet pounded into the earth. As they stopped, they looked down at the shattered landscape and the men below. Ian and the General, Holloway, were dwarfed by their size. The soldiers’ towering bodies cast immense shadows, their eyes scanning the wreckage with disdain, and the men below them seemed like ants beneath their gaze.

From Ian’s perspective, the size difference was overwhelming. He was still struggling to comprehend the sheer magnitude of their transformation. Lieutenant Wolfe, towering at 10'6", was nearly five feet taller than him—her bare form standing so tall that Ian had to crane his neck at a sharp angle to meet her gaze. Even Sergeant Thompson, a full 10'3", was more than a foot taller than Ian, her presence like an unmovable force that dwarfed him entirely.

Next to them, Sergeant Murphy and Private Harris were slightly shorter, but still far above Ian's height, their bodies exuding raw, muscular power. As they shifted their weight and looked down, the sheer scale of their growth was evident in the way their bodies rippled with strength and dominance.

But even these towering soldiers paled in comparison to the two giantesses, Vanessa and Evelyn. Vanessa had grown to 15'4", a full five feet taller than Lieutenant Wolfe and standing an almost insurmountable height above the General and Ian. Evelyn, who had once been the largest of them all, was now outgrown by Vanessa, and her body—massive and jiggling with raw, destructive power—still held dominance, but she was no longer the undisputed giantess.

The difference between these super-soldiers and the men around them was striking. Holloway, standing at 6'2", looked like a child next to Wolfe, his eyes barely able to meet the Lieutenant's gaze, her colossal breasts nearly at eye level. Ian, only 5'8", was even more insignificant—his height barely coming up to the base of Wolfe's enormous thigh, let alone her towering chest.

The men below, huddled in the chaos, found themselves forced into an almost voyeuristic position. From their low vantage point on the battered ground, they could constantly glimpse the towering, naked super soldiers—whose bodies were a raw exhibition of power. Every time they looked up, their eyes were met with the sight of these colossal women, their bare pussies displayed in all their unadorned glory.

From the front, the giantesses' enormous breasts obscured everything, swaying and jiggling with every movement, while from behind, their gigantic, curvaceous buttocks and shifting thighs dominated the view. The men struggled to find any clear line of sight; every angle was overrun by the sheer magnitude of these women's bodies. In that surreal moment, the men could do little more than stare in a mix of awe and helpless desire, utterly at the mercy of a new world where power and beauty had become one in these titanic, unyielding forms.

The soldiers looked down at Ian and Holloway, their eyes filled with a mix of disdain and amusement as the General and the soldiers were utterly dwarfed by their presence. The tension in the air was palpable, and the sense of power these women now held over everyone in the camp was undeniable.

Vanessa, standing at 15'4", and Evelyn, still formidable at 14'4", were now more powerful than ever before. Their giant, jiggling forms seemed unstoppable. The base was already in ruins, and these women—once just soldiers—had now become the true rulers of the camp, with their strength and size leaving the men powerless.

The General, now standing at a mere 6'2", was dwarfed by the towering ten-foot tall soldiers before him. He straightened his posture, trying to project authority as best he could, despite the immense size difference. He glared up at Lieutenant Wolfe and the others, knowing the situation had spiraled out of control.

"Enough!" General Holloway barked, his voice filled with urgency. "Lieutenant, Sergeant, you will engage the two of them and stop this fight, now!"

The soldiers, all towering over him, turned their gazes downward, their expressions a mix of amusement and indifference. Lieutenant Wolfe, standing at 10'6", let out a low chuckle as she crossed her arms, her enormous chest jutting out and casting a long shadow over the General.

"Aw, what's the matter, General?" Wolfe cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You look so... cute down there, so tiny. You really think we’re going to take orders from you now?" She let out a laugh that shook the air around them.

Sergeant Thompson, standing just behind her at 10'3", grinned playfully as she stepped forward, her muscles flexing with each movement. "Yeah," she said, voice dripping with condescension. "You’re just so adorable down there, looking up at us. Like a little bug." Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she leaned down closer, making Holloway feel even more insignificant.

Sergeant Murphy and Private Harris, the other towering women, joined in the mocking chorus, their voices filled with laughter. "Aww, I think the General’s lost his grip on command," Murphy teased, her wide smile making her already large face look even more menacing. Harris, similarly, added, "How could we possibly listen to you when you’re so small and weak now?"

Holloway stood there, fists clenched at his sides, but unable to do anything as the soldiers continued to bully him. Their towering bodies, immense in both size and power, made him feel utterly helpless. His orders, once carried with military precision, now seemed laughable in the face of their towering dominance.

"Tell you what, General," Wolfe continued with a playful smirk, "how about you sit tight while we handle things?" She leaned down, her face coming closer to his, her breath warm against his skin as she teased, "You really are too cute to give orders now."

Ian, standing beside the General, looked up at the towering women, his own sense of powerlessness growing by the second. The soldiers were all towering over them, their confidence and size practically suffocating. He could only watch as Holloway was completely emasculated in front of the massive women.

As the soldiers laughed and continued to make fun of Holloway, it was clear: the balance of power had shifted, and these once-tough military women were now the true force to be reckoned with. And the General? He was nothing more than a small, insignificant man trying to maintain control in a world where he no longer had any.

—

Evelyn’s transformation surged into overdrive. Her eyes locked on Vanessa’s as her lips, still locked around Vanessa’s sensitive nipple, sucked with an unyielding hunger. Amid the chaos of their struggle, Vanessa cried out, her voice wavering between protest and reluctant pleasure:

"Augh! Hey! Stop that! Mmhhhh.... fuck..."

Even as the protest echoed, Evelyn’s sucking grew more desperate—each audible gulp,
"Mmmph! mmph! GULP GULP GULP Mmmmhhhhhh-" accentuated her insatiable drive. With every pull of that titty milk, her entire body began to expand. Her head and limbs stretched in tandem with her swelling breasts, which grew so enormous they swallowed up Vanessa’s upper body entirely.

Vanessa’s initial protest gave way to a strange, conflicted sensation. Her voice, filled with both the pleasure of the unexpected contact and the shock of what was unfolding, slowly began to fade. "Please... Evelyn, no..." she managed weakly, as her own awareness blurred between arousal and horror.

The transformation escalated: first Vanessa surged upward, reaching an astonishing 15 feet. Then, as if driven by an uncontrollable force, she pushed past that—16 feet, then 17 feet—each increment fueled by the heady mixture of milk and raw desire. In a final, explosive burst, Evelyn’s body expanded dramatically. Her enormous, jiggling breasts—now titanic in scale—swelled outward, completely engulfing Vanessa and pinning her down beneath their crushing weight.

Evelyn now towered at an awe-inspiring 18'5", ten feet taller and far more massive than she had been just yesterday. As her expanding curves pressed down, Vanessa was smothered under the overwhelming mass of Evelyn’s colossal form. Amid the chaotic din, Vanessa’s once defiant voice faded into a quiet, regretful whisper—a stark testament to the brutal, transformative power of Evelyn’s relentless growth.

In that charged moment, with debris and chaos surrounding them, the struggle had become a raw, unyielding display of dominance and transformation—a horrifying and mesmerizing fusion of desire and destruction that left Vanessa silenced beneath Evelyn’s unstoppable expansion.

Evelyn’s massive, bare form loomed over Vanessa as she pinned her down with an almost primal force. Their eyes locked in a silent, charged battle even before the assault began. With a sudden, earth-shaking motion, Evelyn’s two powerful hands slammed into the ground—THUMP! THUMP!—each impact reverberating like a heartbeat of raw power.

Her body moved with both brutal force and seductive allure. Naked and unapologetic, Evelyn’s enormous breasts rose and fell with each shift in her stance. As she thrust them upward and then slammed them back down onto Vanessa, every movement accentuated the seductive swell of her curves. Her nipples, already hardened and glistening with intensity, became sharp points of desire against the soft, trembling flesh of her opponent.

“Uh oh... looks like I’m bigger again... way bigger this time,” Evelyn taunted with a dark grin, her voice both playful and commanding. With each adjustment, her sculpted, naked thighs and legs flexed powerfully—jiggling slightly as if to underscore the raw, animal magnetism of her form. The way her thighs moved, smooth yet sinewy, drew the eye irresistibly, a display of both strength and unbridled sensuality.

Vanessa’s muffled cry of “Argh! Evelyn!” mingled with the sound of the pounding earth and the soft rustle of skin against skin. Despite the intensity of the assault, every detail of Evelyn’s physicality—her taut, hard nipples, her glistening skin, and those irresistible, jiggling naked thighs—was a testament to a beauty that was as overwhelming as it was dangerous.

“Get off me!” Vanessa pleaded, her voice a mix of terror and a conflicted desire, her body betraying the conflict between submission and resistance. Evelyn only smirked, leaning in as she whispered, her tone dripping with a heady mix of menace and seduction, “Ah. Ah. Ah... you asked for this, Captain. Now tell me—do you want to be my little assistant when I take over, or should I suffocate you under my mountainous, tantalizingly hard nipples and these irresistible, jiggling naked thighs?”

In that charged moment, every element of Evelyn’s form—from the way her nipples caught the light to the captivating jiggle of her exposed thighs and legs—spoke of a power that was as intoxicating as it was inescapable. The tension between them crackled, a dangerous promise of domination and desire, leaving Vanessa trapped in a moment where resistance and submission blurred into one overwhelming sensation.

“Listen to me…” Evelyn’s voice was low, dark, and dripping with authority, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “I’m the Captain now.” She pushed her enormous chest into Vanessa’s, her forceful movement sending shockwaves through the earth. A deep rumble followed, and a massive crater erupted beneath them, the ground buckling under the weight of Evelyn’s colossal form.

Vanessa’s body was almost completely pinned, the sheer weight of Evelyn’s massive breasts and her unyielding pressure making it difficult to breathe. “Fine! Just get off me!” Vanessa gasped, the weight of the situation becoming undeniable. She saw the look in Evelyn’s eyes—a wicked, triumphant smile—and knew she had no choice but to give in.

With a soft chuckle, Evelyn slowly released her grip, pulling back just enough to allow Vanessa some room to breathe. The massive, soft weight of her breasts spilled over the ground like two mountainous forces of nature, rolling off the sides as they settled, jiggling lightly with the movement. Evelyn stood tall, her body now fully upright, her presence overwhelming as her form towered above Vanessa.

As Vanessa rose to her feet, she felt a flush creeping up her neck and face. Her head barely reached Evelyn’s shoulders now, a stark contrast to the towering giantess standing in front of her. Her body felt small and insignificant next to the sheer size and strength of Evelyn’s towering form. Vanessa's blush deepened as she looked up at Evelyn, her once-confident position now reduced to looking up at the colossal woman in front of her.

The dominance Evelyn exuded was impossible to ignore. The difference in their size felt even more apparent now—Vanessa’s head only coming up to Evelyn’s broad shoulders. The immense curves of Evelyn’s body, her mountainous breasts, and towering thighs made Vanessa feel more like a doll than a warrior. She was utterly dwarfed and humiliated by the physical dominance of the woman who had just claimed victory.

—

Vanessa stood frozen, her mind scrambling for words, but none came. Evelyn, with a smirk, wrapped her colossal arms around her in a tight embrace, pulling Vanessa close. The sheer size of Evelyn’s chest engulfed her face, trapping her head between the soft yet powerful curves of her cleavage. Vanessa’s breath was smothered as she felt the weight of Evelyn’s massive body press against hers. The sensation of being completely overpowered made her pulse quicken, though she couldn't quite place the mix of fear and something else that stirred inside her.

“Augh! Evelyn!” Vanessa cried, struggling against the grip that held her so firmly.

“Mmmmhh... I think you mean Captain now,” Evelyn purred with a devilish grin, enjoying the sight of her dominance over Vanessa.

After a long, teasing moment, Evelyn slowly released her, pulling back to examine the scene. She took a step back, towering over the smaller figure of Vanessa as she looked down at the destruction she’d caused. Her gaze swept over the surroundings—the massive crater in the earth, the trembling base camp, and the way everything seemed so small in comparison to her.

With each slow, deliberate movement, Evelyn’s immense size became even more intoxicating. As she took a step forward—THUMP!—the ground quivered beneath her titanic form. The base camp shook violently, and Vanessa could feel the earth tremble beneath her own feet. Evelyn's pulse raced with excitement. The way everything trembled in her wake, from the crumbling base to the people around her, made her pulse race with an unfamiliar thrill. She felt a heat surge inside her, realizing just how much control she now wielded.

“God,” Evelyn sighed with satisfaction, her voice a low hum as she looked down at Vanessa, her body responding to the sensation of her growing power. “You are just so cute now... all small and helpless. I love being bigger.”

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed, but she couldn’t deny the flush creeping up her neck. “Yeah, yeah…” she muttered, her words a half-hearted attempt at resistance. It was hard to hold onto her pride when standing next to the colossal force of nature that Evelyn had become. Vanessa was utterly dwarfed, unable to escape the crushing weight of Evelyn’s presence.

As Evelyn took each slow, deliberate step, the world around her seemed to bend under the weight of her enormous presence. Every movement she made caused the entire base camp to tremble violently, from the deep rumbling of the ground to the rattle of equipment and crates. Pots, pans, and other objects on nearby tables shook and toppled over, sending clattering sounds echoing into the air. The ground beneath her feet cracked and shifted, leaving massive foot-shaped craters with audible THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! sounds as she advanced with terrifying ease.

Vanessa stood, frozen in place, unable to tear her eyes away from the colossal force that was Evelyn. The sense of power and dominance that radiated from her was overwhelming. With every step Evelyn took, the entire camp felt it, as if the earth itself was bowing to her.

Evelyn’s gaze shifted downward, and she saw the general attempting to climb back onto his feet, struggling against the shaking earth beneath him. He barely made it up before he saw her approaching, his breath catching in his throat. As he slowly looked up at her, his eyes widened in sheer awe and fear.

Her towering form loomed over him, and his head barely reached the bottom of her knee at her terrifying size. Evelyn’s chest swelled with a mix of satisfaction and amusement as she looked down at the tiny man, who was now at her mercy. His hand trembled as he reached out, placing it on her shin, his fingers barely able to wrap around her massive leg. The scale of her size, how insignificant he seemed against her mountainous frame, hit him like a tidal wave.

"You're so tiny now," Evelyn purred, her voice booming like a thunderclap in the air. She leaned down, towering over the general, her immense form casting a shadow that seemed to swallow him whole. "Do you feel that, General? The earth trembling beneath my every step? You're nothing compared to me now."

The general’s eyes darted up to meet hers, and all he could manage was a quiet, fearful breath. He was completely dwarfed by Evelyn, and his every instinct told him to submit, but pride and stubbornness held him frozen.

Evelyn’s smile deepened, her voice a low, playful tease as she took another step forward. THUMP! The ground seemed to buckle beneath her, and the base camp seemed to quake once again. “I can feel you trembling, General. I’m going to take everything from you,” she mused, her words dripping with promise.

As Evelyn leaned down, the general stumbled backward, his eyes wide with panic, his mind overwhelmed by the sheer size of her. He tried to back away but had no chance of escaping her towering presence. The ground trembled beneath her enormous form with every shift, the weight of her steps causing the earth to shake and rumble like an earthquake.

In an instant, the general's retreat became futile. He was nothing compared to Evelyn’s massive size. She was now a towering goddess before him, a force of nature he couldn’t even comprehend. He took one more fearful step backward, but before he could do anything else, Evelyn's attention snapped to Ian, who had been trying to hide amidst the chaos.

With a cruel smile, Evelyn’s massive fingers shot down toward Ian, snatching him up effortlessly from the ground. Her hand wrapped around his body like a cage, and in a swift motion, she lifted him high, holding him in front of her face. Ian’s world shrank to the size of her enormous fingers and her gigantic features. Her lips, impossibly large and curved, filled his entire field of vision. Her eyes, like twin moons, loomed over him, cold and piercing.

"Look at you," Evelyn purred, her voice a low, vibrating hum that sent shivers through Ian’s entire body. "Hiding from me, trying to avoid responsibility." She moved Ian closer to her face, her enormous nose blocking his view of anything else. "You thought you could escape the consequences, didn't you? But now... you’re in my hands, little one."

Ian barely knew what to do, his thoughts scrambling as he looked up at her. Her overwhelming presence was suffocating, and the size of her body made him feel like a speck of dust in her world.

Evelyn chuckled darkly as she examined him, her lips parting to reveal the intimidating size of her teeth, though she didn’t speak. Instead, she slowly turned him in her grasp, inspecting him like a piece of art, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"You couldn’t finish the serum, could you?" she said, her voice a mockingly soft, sing-song tone that made Ian’s heart race. "You failed. And now look at this mess. Your precious R&D center is a pile of rubble, all because of your inability to get the job done." Her fingers tightened slightly around him, emphasizing her control over his fate. "But now... I’m here. And I’m in control."

Her smile grew wider, her lips curling as she took a step forward, causing the base camp to tremble again with each earth-shattering step. Ian could barely even register what was happening as her colossal form loomed over him.

"Everything is mine now, Ian," Evelyn purred, her voice rich with satisfaction. "The serum, the power, the ascension... it’s all mine. You were just the stepping stone. Now, you’re nothing but a toy in my hands."

She leaned in even closer, her massive face taking up his entire view, and Ian could feel the heat radiating from her as she watched him struggle beneath her gaze. "Do you see it now?" she whispered, her breath hot against his tiny body. "Do you understand what happens when someone as small as you tries to control something they can't even comprehend?"

Ian, trapped and powerless, could barely think straight as her words washed over him. The sheer size of Evelyn, the dominance she exuded, and the weight of her control crushed him. He was nothing in her eyes—just a speck in her world.

"Now," Evelyn said with a cruel smile, "tell me, Ian... do you regret not finishing the serum? Do you regret your failure?"

Evelyn’s smirk widened as she held Ian in her grip, watching him squirm slightly under her gaze. “That’s good,” she purred, her voice smooth and laced with satisfaction. “You’re a good little toy.” Her fingers gently pressed him into her palm as if to emphasize just how fragile he truly was. The overwhelming heat of her skin, the softness, the power—it was all too much. Ian, reduced to nothing but an accessory, couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of humiliation.

“Now, I want you and all your other little toys to fix this mess,” Evelyn continued, her tone dark and demanding, as she glanced down at the general who had retreated under her massive shadow. “Including you, old man.” Her eyes narrowed, sending a shiver through the general’s spine. His face was flushed with embarrassment and fear. He’d never felt so insignificant in his life, standing before someone who had completely shattered his authority with just her presence.

—

As the general and the other men scrambled to repair the destroyed R&D center, Evelyn’s gaze shifted toward the rest of the group—her towering companions. The dominating women, all far taller and stronger than the men below them, stood watching the scene unfold, enjoying the chaos they’d created. Laughter echoed from some of the women as they taunted the men, verbally abusing them and making fun of their attempts to restore what had been destroyed.

Evelyn’s laughter blended with the sound of the others, a cruel and mocking melody that seemed to mock the men’s every struggle. Their humiliation was a source of amusement for her, and she found herself savoring every second of it. “Pathetic,” she muttered under her breath, watching them scurry like ants beneath her.

But not all of her towering companions found it amusing. Lt. Wolfe and Private Harris stood a bit apart from the others, their expressions muted and strained. Unlike the others, they seemed uneasy, their faces a mix of sadness and embarrassment. They didn’t join in the laughter or taunting. Instead, they looked at the scene with guilt-ridden eyes, perhaps questioning whether they were complicit in what was happening, or just too small and powerless to stop it.

Evelyn noticed their discomfort and raised an eyebrow, her gaze flickering between them. “What’s wrong with you two?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You don’t like seeing them squirm? Or do you just feel bad because they can’t even get up to your knees now?” Her words were teasing but sharp, a reminder of how small and insignificant they were in comparison to her.

The two men exchanged a glance but said nothing, their faces tinged with guilt and regret. They couldn’t argue with Evelyn’s dominance—there was no point. Not anymore.

As Wolfe and Harris approached Evelyn, the enormity of the situation became even more apparent. The tallest of the ten-foot-tall soldiers barely reached Evelyn’s hips, their heads just grazing the lower curves of her colossal body. The thought crossed Wolfe’s mind—how easy it would be to simply sit on them, to crush them beneath her overwhelming size and strength, suffocating them without a second thought. The idea was both terrifying and intoxicating, a vivid reminder of just how powerless the soldiers now were in the face of her absolute dominance.

Beside her, Harris was visibly pouting, his eyes casting up and up, unable to tear his gaze away from Evelyn as she loomed above them. He could barely even make sense of her towering form as she leaned down, her enormous body shifting and shifting, until her face came into view, her massive eyes looking down at them with an almost playful curiosity. Her breasts, still impossibly large and heavy, swayed with the motion, each subtle shift sending tremors through the ground, vibrating the air. They were so massive now that they seemed to obscure everything beneath them, creating an almost otherworldly effect, one that felt both mesmerizing and frightening.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To be the biggest women on the planet?” Evelyn’s voice rumbled, smooth and low, as she leaned even closer, making sure the two were fully within her field of vision. Her gaze moved over them slowly, sizing them up with an almost amused air, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. She could barely register them as more than specks on the ground. Her immense figure dwarfed their presence, and their faces, so tiny in comparison, seemed almost comical as they looked up at her.

“You know,” she continued, her voice laced with mock sweetness, “you two are so cute standing there so...small. Do you realize how insignificant you are next to me now?” The teasing tone in her voice sent a shiver down both of their spines. Harris, unable to contain himself any longer, let out a small, frustrated sigh, looking up at her with a mix of anger and humiliation.

Wolfe, however, remained silent for the moment, her thoughts racing as she considered the weight of her situation. She wasn’t just smaller than Evelyn now—she was utterly powerless in the face of her overwhelming presence. Harris’s pout deepened as they both stood there, waiting for whatever Evelyn might do next, her heart pounding in her chest before she suddenly opened her lips.

"Y-yes, Captain," Harris blurted out awkwardly, his face flushing scarlet as he averted his eyes from her overwhelming presence.

"Harris, what the fuck?" Evelyn snapped with a teasing edge.

Then she turned her attention to Wolfe—whom she affectionately called Serena. "Ooh... Serena, you're still so tough. You know what I could do with this big sexy body, what it could do to you, sweetheart? You should fall in line, soldier. Before I decide to discipline you."

Wolfe spat back a curt, "Fuck you."

Evelyn's eyes lit up with wicked delight. "Oh! I can't believe those words came out of such a pretty mouth... you should put it to better use."

Before anyone could react, Evelyn bent down, her towering form casting an immense shadow over the pair. Her hand reached out and clutched Wolfe's face, gripping the back of her head firmly. With deliberate, possessive motion, she forced Wolfe's face against the slick, inviting heat nestled between her thighs. A low, throaty moan escaped Evelyn as she buried Wolfe's face in her open wetness, the sound echoing in the trembling air around them.

The raw power of her dominance was undeniable, every movement charged with both command and carnal desire. As Wolfe's protests were muffled against her skin, Evelyn's laughter—sultry and triumphant—filled the space, leaving no doubt about who was in control.

Harris’s face burned a deep red as she watched the spectacle unfold before her. Every time Evelyn moaned—a rich, throaty sound that vibrated with raw desire—the entire air seemed to tremble. Evelyn’s enormous hands held Wolfe’s head firmly in place, forcing each muffled gasp and whispered plea from her captive lips to punctuate the charged silence.

Harris’s eyes stayed locked on the scene, a mix of arousal and helpless awe coursing through her as she took in every detail of the giantess’s dominance. The way Evelyn’s colossal features—the swell of her ample curves, the commanding intensity in her eyes—seemed to swallow up everything around her left Harris breathless. Despite the chaotic power of the moment, a part of her couldn’t help but be drawn to the intoxicating display of control and vulnerability playing out beneath that towering presence.

For a long, charged moment, all that existed was the sound of Evelyn’s moans, the soft, desperate sounds escaping Wolfe’s restrained form, and the palpable tension that enveloped them all—a mix of forbidden desire, humiliation, and raw, unfiltered power.

Evelyn’s body convulsed in a series of powerful, earth-shaking spasms as she reached the peak of her climax. Her deep, guttural moans grew louder with every shudder, echoing over the trembling base camp as she surged with each explosive spurt. Her voice, thick with raw desire, rang out, “Fuck...fuck fuck...I'm gonna cum! AAWWWHHHHNN!!!” as the intensity of her orgasm rewrote the very limits of her form.

With each massive spurt, Evelyn’s entire being pulsed with unbridled raw power, every explosive surge setting her form into a mesmerizing dance of dominance and desire. Her nipples, hard and proud, pressed against the soft swell of her full breasts as they rippled with each shuddering pulse, accentuating the delicate curves of her torso. The gentle swell of her hips merged seamlessly with the enticing jiggle of her ass cheeks, each movement causing her thick thighs to flex, shift, and bounce in a symphony of erotic energy.

Her feet, vast and commanding, dug deep into the trembling earth, expanding and leaving deep impressions as the ground buckled under her weight. With every surging spurt, her hips rose higher, effortlessly passing over the heads of the ten-foot-tall soldier test subjects, whose awestruck eyes traced the ascent of her colossal form. They watched, transfixed, as her immense body continued to stretch and swell, each pulse of pleasure pushing her from one monumental height to the next, a living vision of goddess-like power and sensuality.

All the while, Wolfe, still held firmly by Evelyn’s colossal hand gripping the back of her head, felt the shift in gravity itself. The force of Evelyn’s ecstasy lifted Wolfe slowly off the ground. Her feet, once planted firmly on the trembling earth, began to leave the surface, her toes curling as she was suspended in mid-air. Every convulsive spurt from Evelyn’s climax sent gentle yet irresistible tremors through Wolfe’s body, forcing her further upward, her view dominated by the vast, pulsing expanse of Evelyn’s overwhelming form.

Evelyn’s enormous features—her quivering lips, the swell of her ample curves, and her commanding eyes—ensured that Wolfe, caught in the midst of this chaotic metamorphosis, was entirely at her mercy. The base camp and all who witnessed the scene seemed to fade away, leaving only the intense, almost divine moment of raw power, pleasure, and utter submission, as Wolfe’s delicate form dangled helplessly in the wake of Evelyn’s ascendant climax.

With each massive spurt, Evelyn’s entire being pulsed with an unbridled, raw power that rippled through every inch of her form. Her enormous, throbbing nipples hardened into prominent peaks atop soft, voluptuous breasts that rose and fell with the force of her ecstasy. Every curve of her body was a masterpiece of desire—the gentle swell of her soft curves, the inviting jiggle of her ass cheeks, and the muscular shift of her thighs as they flexed and bounced with every explosive burst.

Her body surged, shifted, and swelled as if fueled by a primal energy, each pulse marking her unstoppable transformation. The ground beneath her quivered under the pressure of her expanding feet, which spread wide against the trembling earth, staking their claim with an undeniable force. As she grew, her hips rose majestically, soaring upward beyond the heads of the ten-foot-tall soldier test subjects who watched in stunned awe. Their gazes, fixed on her towering presence, bore witness to her ascension—a glorious, erotic metamorphosis from 18 feet to 20, then 22, and finally to a staggering 24'6" of goddess-like magnificence.

As Evelyn stood towering above the soldiers, she could feel the shift in the air as her body continued to expand. Murphy and Thompson, both 10-foot-tall Amazon women, found themselves suddenly dwarfed by her increasing size. They had been used to standing tall, their heads reaching above the average soldier, but now, they could barely make eye contact with Evelyn as she loomed over them.

Murphy's throat tightened as she looked up, her gaze traveling past Evelyn’s colossal breasts, up to the curve of her hips, and finally to her thick thighs, which now seemed as if they stretched on forever. Her feet were planted so firmly on the ground that she felt like she could break the earth beneath her, and the sheer mass of her thighs was overwhelming. The space between them and her body was rapidly shrinking, and she could feel the ground rumble under Evelyn’s every movement.

Thompson stood frozen, her mouth agape as she watched Evelyn’s hips swell even larger, her thighs rippling with power. The sheer mass of Evelyn’s body was enough to send shockwaves through the air, and Thompson felt the force of her growing presence pushing down on her. Looking up at her thighs, her head now level with Evelyn’s massive ass, the sight was enough to make her shudder. Their once equal height difference now felt like nothing in comparison to the vastness of Evelyn’s form.

They gulped in unison, eyes wide with both fear and awe. The realization hit them as they looked up at her—Evelyn wasn’t just towering above them now, but she had reached a height that they couldn’t even fathom. Her ass and thighs were now on a level with their own heads, the soft sway of her body almost hypnotizing, and they could only watch in stunned silence as she continued to swell, inching closer to a classic giantess status.

Evelyn's immense size loomed over them like a force of nature, her towering presence casting a shadow so overwhelming that it swallowed the once vast space they’d occupied. Murphy and Thompson stood frozen, their mouths dry, unable to tear their eyes away from her impossibly large form.

—

As Evelyn took another step, the ground beneath them trembled, a deep, rumbling sound echoing through the air. The sheer weight of her body sent vibrations that felt like shocks, and both women could feel the ground shift under their feet. Her hips swayed with each movement, the soft jiggle of her thighs causing the earth to shake. Her body seemed to stretch endlessly upward, every inch she gained making her even more commanding, more unyielding.

"What's the matter?" Evelyn's voice rang out, dripping with amusement as she surveyed the soldiers beneath her. "You two seem a little... tense." Her lips curled into a devilish grin, clearly enjoying the intimidation her size caused. She flexed her thighs as she casually examined them, clearly unaware of how small and insignificant they had become in her presence.

Murphy swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "What... what do we do now? We can’t stop her... she's just too big."

Thompson’s gaze was fixed on Evelyn's rising form. "We’re not even on her radar anymore. She’s towering over us, and we're... nothing."

Murphy tried to take a step back, but Evelyn's enormous presence felt suffocating, like the space was closing in on them. She glanced nervously at Thompson. "We need to get control back... before she decides we're just ants to be squashed."

Evelyn's laughter rang out, playful yet menacing. "You think you can take back control?" She leaned forward, her face towering above them, her gaze fixing on the two Amazon women. "You’re mine now... You’ll never be the ones in charge again. You’re looking at your new Captain, Goddess Reyes."

Murphy and Thompson exchanged helpless glances, both aware of how powerless they were in the face of Evelyn’s unstoppable growth. Whatever they had planned before—whatever control they thought they might have—was slipping through their fingers, as Evelyn’s sheer size and overwhelming presence turned their world upside down.

The air felt thick as Vanessa, standing near Evelyn, tried her best to stay out of sight. The overwhelming size of the towering giantess was impossible to ignore. Evelyn’s form was massive—her every step a thundering event that made the ground tremble beneath them. Vanessa could feel the vibrations in her bones as she stood frozen, doing her best not to draw attention to herself.

Her shoulders were now level with Evelyn's thick, muscular thighs, and her eye line barely reached the top of her hips. She could see Evelyn’s body in ways she never thought possible—how the curves of her body seemed to stretch endlessly upward, and how her sheer presence filled the space around them like a living, breathing colossus.

Vanessa’s heart raced as she shifted uncomfortably. Evelyn's immense size was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, and the open, intimate space between her legs felt dangerously close to Vanessa, her head positioned just inches above Evelyn’s exposed, glistening pussy. The subtle, damp scent in the air made her feel even more insignificant as her size made her feel incredibly small and vulnerable.

Vanessa couldn’t help but stare up at the giantess, feeling utterly dwarfed by her towering form. Evelyn’s attention was elsewhere, but the sheer size of her body was impossible to ignore. Every shift in Evelyn's stance sent tremors that seemed to reach deep into Vanessa's core.

The realization hit her hard—there was no way she could challenge this. The difference in size was too great. All she could do now was remain quiet and hope that Evelyn’s attention didn’t fall on her. She felt like a tiny, insignificant speck next to a force of nature, and she couldn't help but feel trapped in Evelyn's shadow.

The tremors caused by Evelyn’s overwhelming presence sent shockwaves through the base camp—men and women alike stumbled or fell over in their haste to escape the quivering earth. Amid the chaos, Evelyn’s voice rang out with predatory clarity, “Vanessa, dear, I need to test a theory.” The words shattered the quiet. Before Vanessa could protest, Evelyn moved with a fluid, predatory grace. Without another word, the giantess reached under her arms and effortlessly scooped Vanessa up, seating her on her lap with a resounding TWHUMP! that reverberated across the trembling ground.

In one swift motion, Evelyn’s hand extended to Private Harris. With a mischievous glint in her enormous eyes, she pushed Harris’s head—small and delicate in comparison—onto Vanessa’s milky, engorged nipple. “Suck. Drink. and Grow. It’s just a theory,” she cooed with a giggle, her voice a sultry promise of both dominance and decadent pleasure.

Harris, caught in the overwhelming heat of the moment, moved closer, her eyes locked on Vanessa’s massive nipple. The sight was arresting: the soft, supple flesh glistening with wetness, the gentle swell and natural curve inviting an irresistible, almost magnetic allure. As Harris pressed her lips to it, her gaze lifted reverently, and a blush crept over her face—a mixture of awe and forbidden desire.

“Y-you don't have to—” Vanessa began, her voice a strained murmur of protest and arousal, but she was quickly cut off. Before she could form another word, the hunger of the moment overtook her. With a swift, decisive motion, Harris bit down, her mouth closing around the tender flesh, and began to suck with fervor, her actions igniting a charged energy that filled the air.

Evelyn’s laughter—both wicked and delighted—filled the space as she watched the scene unfold. The boundaries between command and submission blurred, and every touch, every sound, resonated with an overwhelming promise of growth and transformation—a theory put into action with the raw, unyielding power of a giantess in full, decadent control.

Harris’s transformation continued in a fevered, pulsing rhythm that left everyone breathless. Vanessa, still watching in a tense mixture of worry and arousal, could barely register the erotic symphony of sound and movement as Harris’s body surged with each large, muffled burst. Every gulp punctuated the raw transformation, and with every pulsing spurt, Harris’s form expanded in both height and voluptuousness.

Her delicate features began to change—her breasts, once modest and soft, swelled outward, growing rounder and fuller with an almost liquid smoothness, the skin stretching taut as they ballooned with power. Her ass expanded too, rounding out into an irresistible curve that pressed enticingly against the air, each motion emphasizing its soft, inviting contour. Even her lips, already plush and inviting, seemed to plump further, growing in size and fullness with every burst of transformation.

“N-no... please, Harris... stop... aawwhn...” Vanessa’s whispered plea trembled in the charged atmosphere, a mixture of concern and desire woven into every syllable.

But Harris, caught in the overwhelming heat of the metamorphosis, could only respond in muffled, conflicted moans. “Mmmph... GULP GULP GULP S’good... mmph...” The sounds, both desperate and ecstatic, resonated as her body began its dramatic ascent.

From her initial height of 10’4”, a particularly powerful surge sent Harris shooting upward. Her form elongated and expanded, her breasts rippling and her ass rounding out further as she soared to 11’6”. The transformation didn’t stop there—a second surge lifted her even higher, her head and shoulders stretching as she reached 12’8”, her every curve exuding raw, sensual energy.

A third burst of that potent energy made her grow further still. Her expanding form reached 14’5”, and with one final, magnificent spurt, Harris towered at a staggering 15’6” tall. Every inch of her body now pulsed with an intoxicating blend of strength and desire—the transformed curves of her breasts, the mesmerizing swell of her ass, and her ever-plush, enticing lips marking her as a living embodiment of raw, erotic power.

"Mmm... thank you, Capt—erm... Vanessa... that was sooo good." Harris's voice, sultry and breathless, trailed off as she rose to her full height. 

Now towering at 15'6", she loomed over the other ten-foot-tall super soldier test subjects, whose shoulders barely reached her hips. She was even two inches taller than Vanessa who was at 15’4, Harris's transformation was now complete, and as Evelyn released her, Harris stood up, her eyes widening as she had to look up slightly to meet Vanessa's gaze.

Evelyn's laughter, rich and teasing, resonated with a deep, sultry tone looking down at them, even while sitting down, her legs spread wide apart showing off her enticing wet entrance to her giant vagina. "My theory has been proven... you ladies... can make each other grow... have fun with that... and each other... mmm..." Her giggle, both dramatic and sexy, filled the space, leaving no doubt about the deliciously potent power of their shared transformation.

All across the base camp, the air vibrated with a wild, uncontrollable symphony of desire. Sultry moans, the wet, slurping sounds of sucking, and explosive, loud orgasms echoed from one bunk to another, spilling out into the mess hall and even reverberating through the surrounding structures. In every corner, the growing women—demanding and ravenous for even more power—engaged in a heady, erotic frenzy.

Some women gathered in secluded alcoves to breastfeed one another, their ample chests pressing together in an intimate, fevered communion that only fueled their insatiable hunger for growth. In other areas, groups of women lost themselves in self-pleasure, their fingers and mouths exploring their own bodies as they sucked on their increasingly plump nipples. Each stroke, each suck, only made them larger and fuller—a never-ending cycle of erotic expansion that seemed to defy all natural limits.

Elsewhere, a different kind of scene unfolded. With dominant authority, some of the towering women forced men to bring them to explosive orgasmic heights. They loomed over their prey—commanding, relentless—while other women, in acts of pure, carnal unity, fixated on each other’s breasts. Every caress, every lick, sparked another burst of growth, another shuddering convulsion that shook the very foundations of the base camp.

Harris's voice cut through the charged atmosphere like a command, sultry and insistent. "Come on, ladies... now's your chance." With that, she spread her wide, powerful thighs invitingly, a silent promise of pleasure and growth. Both Sergeant Murphy and Sergeant Thompson hesitated only for a moment before obeying the unspoken command. They eased themselves onto Harris’s ample, inviting thighs, their eyes locked on the enormous, pulsing breasts that beckoned them closer.

As they began to suck eagerly, their lips moved rhythmically, their mouths and throats bobbing with each passionate gulp. Every stroke, every caress along Harris's engorged flesh sparked another explosive burst of growth—her breasts responded in huge, foot-long spurts, expanding rapidly until they nearly matched the magnitude of her towering form. Harris moaned loudly, a deep, reverberating sound of pleasure, her cheeks flushing a deep, intoxicating red as she watched their synchronized, fervent ministrations. Their heads bobbed in time with their sucking, an erotic dance that melded desire with the raw, almost supernatural power of transformation.

Meanwhile, Wolfe watched with a mixture of disdain and disbelief, her eyes narrowing as she observed her fellow test subjects—bunk mates who once stood shoulder to shoulder with her—now being outgrown in front of her very eyes. Their transformations, so vivid and uncontrollable, highlighted a new hierarchy that she could neither ignore nor accept.

"Awww... Lieutenant, what's wrong... am I being a bad girl... mmmmhhh..." Harris purred, her sultry tone dripping with both mischief and desire as she moaned louder. Her words mingled with the sound of eager sucking and gasps echoing around the camp. Murphy's mouth worked feverishly, her desperate gulps punctuating the charged atmosphere, and with each pulsing burst of pleasure, Harris's body responded—growing steadily until she reached a towering 15'4". Her breasts exploded into massive, watermelon-shaped mammaries that spilled luxuriously past her chest, each curve a bold, mesmerizing display of raw, erotic transformation.

Sergeant Thompson, not willing to be left behind, continued to drink in the decadent pleasure. With every deep, rhythmic suck and audible moan of ecstasy, her body surged with power. After a few more tantalizing gulps, a shuddering gasp escaped her as she began to grow. In a matter of moments, she reached a staggering 15'8", her breasts expanding into gigantic, sumptuous curves that stretched well past her lower half, a living testament to the intense, pulsating desire that fueled their metamorphosis.

Dr. Hastings lay sprawled across the cool, rough surface of the guard tower, her already imposing ten-foot-tall frame a study in defiant sensuality. The fading light accentuated every curve of her voluptuous form, and as she began to moan softly, she brought one hand to her chest. With deliberate, self-indulgent grace, she started to suck on her own huge, engorged nipple. Each slow, rhythmic suck sent shivers of pleasure rippling through her body, and her moans grew louder—each audible sound an invitation to the unearthly transformation that was about to unfold.

Below, a lone patrolling guard paused, transfixed by the surreal spectacle. His eyes widened in disbelief as the sound of her pleasure mingled with the unmistakable cadence of growth. Dr. Hastings’s body responded to her self-stimulation with an almost magical intensity: first, she swelled past 10'3", her skin rippling as if infused with liquid power. With another deep, guttural moan, she pushed on further—her height rising to 11'4", every inch of her expanding form a testament to her intoxicating, self-fueled desire.

Her breasts, already ample and inviting, grew even larger, the soft, supple curves blossoming like ripened fruit under the heat of her own pleasure. The guard could hardly tear his gaze away as she continued to feed her transformation. Another burst of sensation, and she stretched higher still—12'6", then 13'9", each growth spurt accompanied by a rising, passionate moan that filled the air with raw, erotic power. Finally, with one last, shuddering spurt, Dr. Hastings reached an awe-inspiring 14'4" tall, her entire being alive with the surge of self-induced ecstasy.

Every audible moan, every gasping breath, echoed against the surrounding structures as if heralding a new era of unbridled, erotic transformation. The patrolling guard, now completely transfixed and speechless, could barely believe what his eyes were witnessing—a living, breathing giantess, her body an ever-changing canvas of desire and power.

By the time the afternoon rolled in, every woman in the camp had soared past ten feet in height. Their stomping steps, heavy thumps, and the constant, resounding tremors they created turned the camp into a living, breathing testament to their newfound dominance. The structures themselves groaned and quivered under the force of their power, echoing with the relentless beat of their erotic conquest.

The men, now painfully dwarfed and utterly overpowered, were forced to retreat. They huddled inside makeshift shelters or fled the area altogether, their voices lost amid the cacophony of lust and transformation. The camp had become a realm ruled by these colossal, insatiable beings—a world where pleasure and power merged into one, unstoppable force, and where the raw, unyielding energy of their growth claimed every inch of space.

—-

The General sat in the dimly lit interior of his tent, his hands pressed against his temples as the incessant thumping from outside rattled the very foundation of his fragile sanity. Every step from the growing women sent shockwaves through the ground, and the constant tremors, amplified by their massive forms, reverberated through the walls of his tent. It was overwhelming—each loud thud felt like a pulse beneath his skin, an inescapable reminder that the base camp was no longer under control.

His mind raced, thoughts tumbling over each other. The sheer scale of what had unfolded was beyond anything he'd imagined, and he couldn't even begin to process the surreal nature of the chaos surrounding him. The women, now towering well over ten feet, were no longer just soldiers—they were something else entirely, their growing power and confidence expanding with every passing minute.

The flap of the tent stirred, and Ian entered, his posture rigid as he stepped inside. Behind him was a male private, his eyes wide and unfocused, like a deer caught in headlights. The private was visibly shaking, barely able to keep his bearings in the midst of the physical and psychological upheaval.

"Sir," Ian began, his voice strained, though he tried to maintain some semblance of discipline. "We've got a situation... It's only getting worse."

The General didn’t look up immediately, his mind still swirling in frustration. He could feel the tremors in the ground as a particularly powerful step sent a shock through the air. He clenched his fists.

“I can hear it, Ian. I can feel it in my bones,” the General growled. His voice was laced with growing frustration. "Every damn step shakes everything we built here... We're losing control. They're everywhere."

The private behind Ian muttered something, though it was mostly incomprehensible—his mind still reeling from the transformation he'd witnessed. His gaze seemed fixed on a distant point, far away, as if he were trying to escape the overwhelming reality.

Ian shifted uncomfortably. "We need to do something... Sir. We can't just let it go on like this."

The General finally turned his gaze toward Ian, his face a mixture of weariness and resolve. "What exactly do you propose we do, Doctor? This is beyond anything we prepared for. It's a storm... and we're caught right in the middle of it."

A series of louder thumps punctuated the conversation, each one more forceful than the last. The ground vibrated underfoot, making the tent sway as though it were a flimsy structure on the edge of a volcanic eruption. The private stepped back, his face ashen, clearly overwhelmed by the physical and psychological effects of the transformation around them.

The private, still frozen in shock, couldn’t focus enough to even speak, his mind paralyzed by the spectacle unfolding outside. His breath came in short gasps, the thumps from the growing women outside now drowning out everything else. The reality of their power—and the terrifying unknown of how far it would go—was too much to handle.

Ian looked around briefly before leaning in closer. "We need to evacuate every able man, and I mean man. No more women… we can’t risk another situation like this, and I need a new lab and an assistant and time. The longer this goes on, the harder it'll be to contain. The way they’re growing... it's like a wildfire, and we’re stuck here in the middle of it.”

The General slowly nodded, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications. "We don’t have much time, do we?" he said, almost to himself. "Not much time at all."

The tension in the air was palpable, and the General could feel his patience thinning with every passing second. The tremors outside were growing more pronounced, each step of the towering women shaking the earth beneath them like a drumbeat signaling the collapse of everything they had built. The private behind Ian was now visibly shaking, his face pale, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Ian was right: they were caught in the middle of a wildfire, and there was no way out.

Just then, the loud, deep thump of another heavy step rattled the ground beneath their feet. The tent shuddered violently, the walls trembling as if they might tear away from the frame. Another step. Then another. It was getting closer. Much closer.

Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice broke through the chaos outside.

“General…”
The voice was unmistakable. It was Lieutenant Wolfe—but it was no longer the voice of the woman they'd once known. The timbre was different now, amplified by the sheer power of her growth.

With a forceful rustle, the flap of the tent burst open, nearly sending it crashing to the ground. Through the opening, Wolfe’s towering form appeared, her massive silhouette blocking out the sky above and casting a shadow that swallowed the entire tent. The General’s eyes widened in disbelief. Wolfe now stood at least twenty feet tall—her once modest frame had expanded to a scale that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

“Step outside, General,” Wolfe commanded, her voice dripping with confident authority as she surveyed the interior with hands resting on her hips. Her gaze swept over the occupants inside until it landed on the General. He was stripped down to his underwear and undershirt—a stark, vulnerable contrast against her immense presence.

Wolfe’s eyes traveled downward, a blush warming her features as she glanced past her giant breasts and enormous nipples, over her wide hips, and down to the diminutive figure of the General. With a slow, deliberate sigh, she bent over slightly, her ample curves filling the space around him.

“You should go, all of you… men. You can’t live with us anymore… we’ve outgrown you…” she purred, her tone both teasing and final.

“Lieutenant, this is our base camp—we can’t lose it—” the General began, but his words were cut off by Wolfe’s imperious laugh.

“You aren’t,” she interjected coolly. “We’re going to take care of it now. Just go, you Doctor McKay and the rest of the male officers and soldiers. Get out of here before Doctor Reyes causes some real damage—god forbid someone gets hurt.”

The General grimaced as his eyes shifted toward the commotion outside. Through a ragged window of sound, he saw Evelyn—giggling and moaning as she played with herself—while soldiers exchanged tender, regretful kisses and gentle caresses. It was an absurd, surreal tableau of the new order.

“Okay,” the General finally muttered, resigned, “Report to Delta-West when you can get some time away from these… new giantesses.”

“Be safe out there, General. I’ve got a feeling that this isn’t going to be the end of it,” Ian added, his voice strained with both concern and disbelief.

As if on cue, the cacophony outside—the relentless thumping of giant footsteps and the mingled sounds of erotic delight—grew louder, closer. The trembling ground made it impossible for the men to ignore. With no time to lose, Ian, the General, and the rest of the men hurriedly began packing up. Amid the chaos, the towering ten-foot-tall women of the base camp teased and bullied them good-naturedly, toying with their scant belongings as they scrambled to leave.

The orders were clear: a long patrol was to be mounted for the next few weeks—a time to regroup and strategize as the new world order unfurled outside, leaving the men to wonder what power, passion, and peril lay ahead.

Height & Growth Chart (Chapter 5)

Evelyn
Height: 14'4" > 24'4"
Weight: 1,400 lbs > 1,871 lbs
Cup Size: O Cup > O Cup
Dosed with: 400 ml of growth serum

Vanessa
Height: 15'6" > 25'6"
Weight: 1,540 lbs > 2,064 lbs
Cup Size: P Cup > P Cup
Dosed with: 400 ml of growth serum

Sergeant Thompson
Height: 14'0" > 15'8"
Weight: 1,437 lbs > 1,677 lbs
Cup Size: S Cup > M Cup
Dosed with: 200 ml of growth serum

Private Harris
Height: 15'4" > 16'0"
Weight: 1,593 lbs > 1,871 lbs
Cup Size: S Cup > N Cup
Dosed with: 200 ml of growth serum

Lieutenant Wolfe
Height: 10'6" > 15'3"
Weight: 872 lbs > 1,506 lbs
Cup Size: M Cup > S Cup
Dosed with: 200 ml of growth serum

Sergeant Murphy
Height: 15'2" > 15'6"
Weight: 1,252 lbs > 1,548 lbs
Cup Size: L Cup > O Cup
Dosed with: 200 ml of growth serum

Dr. Hastings
Height: 14'4" > 14'5"
Weight: 1,419 lbs > 1,524 lbs
Cup Size: I Cup > L Cup
Dosed with: 200 ml of growth serum

General Holloway
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 210 lbs

Ian
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 170 lbs

Average Male Soldier
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 180 lbs

Average Female Super Soldier
Height: 10'0"
Weight: 1,800 lbs
Cup Size: J Cup
Dosed with: 100 ml of growth serum