Xena's day ended with leaving a shaky Vicky barely holding onto a frustrated Amy and gang retaliation in the middle of downtown.

  With a refreshed lust cycle, she used her flight combo to fly silently home. There she sated her hunger by tching onto one of Xera's teets and finally did something she hadn’t done in 4 days, sleep.

  Still tched onto the massive breast, she slept like a babe suckling away as Xera id more eggs and life progressed.

  -X-

  Emily Piggot paced her cell.

  She was utterly pissed off with just about every single person at the current moment, none more so than Xena. But she was also pissed off with herself.

  She looked at the one-way mirror and couldn't hide a blush as she saw the woman in its reflection. Even dressed in the PRT's unfttering loaner clothing she could see the utter bombshell hidden underneath.

  Where once there was a pig-like nose and double chin, now there was a petit nose and a pointed chin. Her bob haircut caused her to go from looking like what Shadow Stalker might have called a Karen into a hip stylish haircut.

  The grey T-shirt stretched over a set of perky double D's causing the logo to become wide while the midsection hung like a curtain, hiding away the 6-pack abs that she hadn't seen since Ellisburg.

  The short sleeves were nearly too tight for biceps that reminded her of all those weeks spent doing burpees in boot camp.

  Fat cellulite coated hips were slimed and toned down a touch yet still kept a nice soft yer of plush, perfect for autoerotic asphyxiation or just a simple p pillow. Her ass that was once fbby had turned into a nice round bubble that was nearly big enough to bounce a check off of.

  All in all, she felt like a whole new woman and was almost happy about it if not for all the baggage that came along with her new found health.

  Like the fact that she was currently in a 9x13 cell under suspicion of a variety of things, such as: being mastered, being a clone, being a Stranger, being an all-around imposter, public indecency, espionage, and any other inane thing that rat Calvert could reasonably convince Armsmaster to throw at her.

  She hated how that rat called off from work for such a bullshit excuse of food poisoning. She hated how she was forced to conduct the interrogation because of Collin's stupid fucking blunder. She hated how she was forced to experience Xena's slender fingers massaging pces she hadn't been able to reach in nearly a decade.

  And most importantly, she hated that she was forced to sit back in her cell while that bastard Lung assaulted the PRT HQ building in broad fucking daylight. She hated that she would have to spend the next three days in this cell to confirm her identity and to ensure she wasn't being mastered or that the changes to her body wouldn't cause some sort of bio pgue to be spread. She hated that she now knew why Xena could only heal women of age. And most important of all?

  She hated everyone right now.

  -X-

  Colin was not having a good week.

  He had thought Monday morning was going to be a good start despite the te hour. Help prevent Lung from dying to anaphyctic shock due to all of the insect bites, recruit an independent to the wards, and smile proudly come Wednesday when the PRT would issue a public announcement that He had captured the infamous Dragon of Kyushu with the aid of the new ward, Stick Bug.

  So simple, so efficient, so easy.

  Yet that wasn't what happened, despite his wishes. The inopportune timing of the city-wide arm forced him to abandon the capture of the ABB leader only after having administered the counter agents, thus allowing the monster free to be picked up by his gang members while he had to hurry up and wait for the location of the Endbringer to be announced. Only it wasn't a known Endbringer, it was- at the time- a brand new one. Right in the middle of the Bay area.

  But even that wasn't so simple. As soon as it appeared, it vanished, taking an ABB member with it and for several days nothing else. The whole PRT ENE was standing still and being given the orders to "hurry up and wait" for any sightings. Then there were, then they did, and then Colin made a blunder that had him benched from the interrogation that had cost the life of a PRT agent and the apparent kidnapping of the Director.

  He would have accepted if that was it, yet it wasn't. Now he was looking at two camera monitors from the "comfort" of the hospital ward with the left half of his body burned and bandaged, waiting for Panacea to come and get done with the more severe cases.

  On the left was said "Director" who barely looked like the woman, even her pre-injury photos, pacing her cell. Colin was genuinely conflicted about her situation. She was a one-to-one match for Emily Piggot but was biologically barely a few days old. But she knew far too much and matched her psych-profile to a T. Colin didn't know if he wanted the woman ciming to be the ENE director to be right or not. Yet, both Watchdog and the higher ups have all agreed that she is. They still didn't know what Bck Queen did to her exactly and Ms. Piggot didn't have any more input aside from vague descriptions of humiliation. Either way, the once corpulent woman was now fit to be an adult movie star or major celebrity.

  He let out a pained grunt as he shifted his head to the other monitor, the melted flesh pulling with the movement.

  Camera two showed the cell of Bck Queen's captured daughter, a fact verified when Panacea came in to heal those affected by the brazen ABB raid. Unfortunate that she wasn't here earlier, already half a dozen Officers have lost their lives to the fires and Oni Lee's suicidal bombings.

  Xena's daughter, subject BQ-02, was at first very violent upon waking up from when Browbeat captured her. However, ever since "she" molted and had eaten- the metal chains that had originally bound her- Subject BQ-02 had been calm and quite responsive, seemingly being able to understand English, though cking a way to properly communicate as she did not have an actual tongue.

  It surprised and horrified Collin somewhat when the initial gang attack happened. After having had her cell breached by one of Oni Lee's bombs, instead of fleeing towards her parent BQ-02 aided the PRT officers rather violently by attacking the ABB members, brutally maiming and killing quite a few before being frightened by the fire and running back to her cell. If it weren't for her timely intervention, Colin thought that maybe the casualty list would have been in double digits instead of what they got away with.

  What truly had Colin metaphorically scratching his head- he REALLY wanted to scratch his head, but the doctors told him not to- was the intervention of the Youth Guard on subject BQ-02's behalf. Citing that because Bck Queen admitted to having made her daughter the "normal" way and the fact that her DNA was stable, thus negating the biotinkered life cause, that subject BQ-02 was an empowered US citizen and therefore should fall under the jurisdiction of the Wards.

  He really wanted to argue against that, but they preemptively argued that if it weren't for him interacting with Bck Queen in her civilian identity as a PRT member, the birth of BQ-02 would have happened in a "safe" environment.

  He watched as one of the doctors handed a coconut to BQ-02 and when they motioned for her to eat it there was a loud crunch. He shivered at the sight and then grunted as his melted flesh was pulled by the action, thankful that his armor took the brunt of Lung's fire but still unhappy that it wasn't enough. Within mere moments of having the coconut, BQ-02's pharyngeal jaw snapped out and punched a hole in the side to get at the sweet flesh within, promptly drinking the milk and chewing the rest, shell and all.

  Colin was just grateful that none of the active wards were harmed, he honestly didn't know what would have happened to his career if any of them were killed.

  -X-

  Following her encounter with Xena, Victoria Dallon had never felt better.

  Aside from the initial exhaustion after whatever she did to her Vicky, she's felt stronger, faster, lighter, and overall healthier. As if she was given a VIP treatment at an upscale massage parlor.

  But after a good night's rest she found her to be getting easily irritated by her friends as they shopped at the mall. Then she started to get the jitters as if she drank too many energy drinks. Her mind kept on going back to her encounter with Xena and each time her mouth salivated at the thought but when she came back from her daydream, she just felt thirstier and thirstier.

  Her friends looked at her weirdly as she kept on stopping to get a drink at a fountain, and when that wasn't enough, she went to the nearest convenience store to buy a carton of milk.

  As the hours passed, she kept trying to quench her thirst. But while her stomach may have felt like it was bursting and could no longer handle any more milk her thirst was never satisfied. It just kept getting worse and worse and soon she found that for some reason her pussy started to feel thirsty!

  She did not get it. Vicky excused herself from her friends to use the restroom and while in the stall she pulled down her sodden panties seeing a trail of nectar connecting them to her soaked yet glistening lips, yet those lips felt as if they were in the middle of a desert, hot and dry.

  She touched her red and puffy lips only to hiss at how sensitive they were, her mind pulling up Xena's striking blue eyes and golden locks... and her massive cock and tits.

  Vicky knew she needed to see a doctor as there was obviously something wrong going on with her. She grabbed one of the absorbent pads from her purse and used it before exiting the restroom just the feeling of it rubbing her lips causing her to burn with need, said goodbye to her friends saying as an excuse that it was that time of the month and fled towards Amy.

  -X-

  He massaged his temples as he tried to split the timelines again, only to get another sharp stake of pain thrust into his brain. Ever since Monday's excitement Thomas Calvert, aka, Coil, has had his power go on the fritz,

  and he was beginning to have an inkling of what, or perhaps who was to bme.

  Thomas was also beginning to think that his power might not actually be splitting the timeline. The Endbringer arm on Monday acted like a real arm as when it sounded, instead of hearing it in both timelines he had the jarring experience of being woken up from deep sleep with a massive migraine.

  Instead of coming into office to help interview the new cape that Armsmaster blundered with, he found himself inside of his bunker and an angry Email from Emily for calling off. He honestly felt that was a good thing in retrospect, what with her being momentarily kidnapped by said cape. But the fact that every time his power interacted with "Bck Queen" it shunted him out of his power was causing him some slight frustration, to say the least.

  Even his pet had found her power failing whenever confronted with videos of the disgusting creature to the point that he was sure she wasn't lying about it. And he knows he can trust her power failing as he's tortured her enough in alternate timelines to disprove any notion of his Tattletale giving him false information.

  Thomas can't even properly refute the Youth Guard's asinine cims to protecting the monster's child as even that thing has been fucking with his powers, albeit to a lesser extent. Though he isn't sure if the spawn is the actual blind spot or if it has some sort of connection with its progenitor. Either way, whenever he attempts to have the thing killed or experimented on, his timeline quickly shunts him out afterwards. It's gotten to the point that he's had to take a few days off from using his power because of the backsh being so high.

  Thomas even made an attempt to contact Cauldron about the monster but has had no reply sent back.

  He was not looking forward to Monday, he was sure he was going to get an earful from that bitch.