Xena's torture was relentless and had left Emily delirious. The constant forced orgasms kept much of her higher brain functions limited as Xena probed the older woman with digits and toys. The seemingly unending assault was required, however.

  Because Xena refrained from introducing her own bodily fluids to Emily, the process to heal the previously obese, overworked, and overly stressed government agent had to be extended.

  Xena did this because having Emily being obedient to her felt far too easy and also counterintuitive to her pns.

  She wanted to humiliate Emily for her insults and her ego.

  When the fat dy finally slimmed down enough, Xena even started to partake in sampling her juices. Hold the now healthy Emily's cunt over her open maw and finger her till her excess grool trickled out as if the woman was a rge coconut.

  Over the several hours Xena treated the director to nonstop action, the shibari that rebecca tied the woman in came loose as the unhealthy weight was drained from her. Her organs healed from the damages incited by Nilbog, her skin cleared and firmed up from the decades of stress and age catching up.

  Even the coffee stains on her teeth were removed.

  By the time Xena was done with her makeover and an application of [Bimbofication Beam], Emily would have to buy almost an entirely new wardrobe as her improved physique and fashion tastes would leave everything she currently owned ill-fitting.

  Of course, while Xena was pying with Emily, she made sure to feed her libido with her two newest seedbeds.

  Trish fell victim to her curiosity and was now impaling herself of her own volition on Xena's erect phallus. She too, was transformed into having cartoonishly sized breasts and phat ass as well as the standard harem package.

  Both women having their massive breasts milked steadily.

  Nothing reting to being merchants remained as all signs of drug abuse or homelessness was erased and what was left was women in their prime... with humongous mammaries.

  Their bellies full of protein, washed down with dairy. Their libido sated and despite cooling outside temperature, their bodies were warm as the hive had become quite comfortable at a nice 69 degrees.

  The only things of issue for them were the difficulty with walking and the ck of variety.

  Though Xena might be able to solve the issues she did have to return the, now fit, Emily Piggot to the PRT HQ.

  "I'll be back in a jiffy, girls. Just gotta return this to the authorities."

  Xena carefully pulled Trish off of erection, her rge hand holding the pale woman by her waste like one of those torso fleshlights. She gently sat her on the ground where she slowly recovered from the intense sensations.

  Trish used her oversized breasts to lean on as Rachelle scooted over next to her.

  "Boss...?"

  Rachelle called out when she made it to Trish's side.

  "You can call me Xena or Mistress if you must use a title. My "civilian" identity has been thoroughly burned by now."

  Rachelle blinked in surprise at that, unaware of what had happened outside of the comfy confines of the hive.

  "Well, Xena, could you get us some TVs or such while you're out?"

  Rachelle quickly brought up her hands, preemptively waving off any offense she might have caused as she saw the corner of Xena's lip curl up.

  "N-Not that you aren't adequately providing for our needs but... Idunno, I've always wanted to own a ft screen, y'know? One a' them Dragon brands or the like. If-if it isn't too much to ask of ya?"

  Rachelle tapped her fingers together while avoiding 'eye' contact as she made her case.

  Xena tapped a finger to her lips as she held Emily under her arm like a football, still fingering her holes and abusing her erect and throbbing bean.

  Xena gave a beaming smile to Rachelle as she replied.

  "Sure! I'll swing by a Best Buy on the way back. Grab a few TVs, consoles, and the like." As she walked off, Rachelle heard her talk to herself.

  "Will have to see if Rebecca can remove any backdoors and see if we can get internet here."

  -X-

  Xena got done dropping off her pimp mobile with Sherrel as well as emptying her inventory of all of Yuri's possessions. She reyed to Rebecca her pns before shoving the moaning Human football into her inventory and activating her mover combo.

  She shot out of the hive with barely a whisper and was headed back to where she came from. As she drew closer and closer to the PRT HQ she felt her 'abandoned' daughter's presence grow in her mind. Xena chuckled to herself that the dumbasses decided to pull a Weynd-Yutani and captured the newly born Xenomorph instead of just killing her.

  The PRT of BB was just as incompetent as WY, but worse off since they cked the decades of failures and knowledge gained regarding her kind.

  It would surely bite them in the ass, but that wasn't her problem.

  Without much effort she flew into the lobby and plopped the nude and moaning director on the tiled floor, well within view of everyone who was present. Xena didn't stick around for the response as within the blink of an eye she was already out of the building and searching for the infamous yellow tag on a blue background.

  She flew high up into the air to get a better look of the afternoon city and after a few false positives, that wasted a couple minutes of her time, found her victim.

  She flew towards the building as she shifted her size down to a human size. She flew into the entrance of the Best Buy while cd in what could only be called a pink virgin killer sweater and nothing else. She turned off her intangibility and like a locust she just started looting anything not nailed down.

  She felt like a raider from a survival multipyer game. Quickly filling her inventory with every touch she gave to tv's sound bars, and the like. Nothing was spared as she even took items out of the confused evening shoppers' hands, even their carts.

  But, like all successful loot goblins, she had the unfortunate and unenviable task of inventory management. Her 96 inventory slots have been filled and while some of the items could stack with each other; video games stacked with video games of the same ptform and movies were segregated by whether or not they were Blu-ray or CD.

  Tvs, computers, and the like were given less freedom. Size, brand and specs were all over the pce and made it so that only a few non-copy items were allowed to be stacked. a 70" psma screen could not be stacked with a 70" LCD screen even if they were made by the same company.

  She deliberated on what to remove or repce as bystanders started to flee the building, while some stayed, calling the PRT or being the typical Brocktonite and recording her in her pink backless turtleneck sweater dress. Her ck of focus caused her hands to wander, with her mind in her inventory, her hands wrapped around her length and began to stroke the, currently, ivory flesh.

  A brave, or moronic, shopper stomped up to her. Interrupting her intense calcutions and her hands 'discrete' ministrations, Xena felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up to see an angry middle-aged man with his hand outstretched.

  "Give it back." He demanded.

  Xena quirked a brow. 20 feet away she dropped 6 corded office phones onto a shelf thus freeing up 2 slots.

  "I am sorry, give what back?"

  not a hint of understanding crossed her face which made the older man get even more Irate. He squinted his eyes as he shook his outstretched hand.

  "You know what! Give it back you pink bimbo!"

  His slight gut shook as he raised his voice, and a vein started to throb visible on his ball cap shaded forehead.

  She gave a ft stare at the attempted insult and cocked her hip.

  "Did you drive in on the short bus? 'Cause you are a fucking retard, you know that? Was your first thought really to walk up to a parahuman outside of costume, stealing from a Best Buy and demanding something from her? What did you expect? 'Oh, sowwy sir, hewes the item you wequested despite the fact that you nevew told me what it is'. Like honeslty, are you that fucking stupid? I could literally crush your head like a grape!"

  Xena emphasized her point by casually waving her hand through a nearby metal shelf, tearing or crumpling the metal in the process.

  The middle-aged man's eyes widened as he stepped back. Xena jerked her hand slightly towards him which caused him to stumble back as he scrambled away from her.

  She went back to her inventory management and continued looting, mumbling to herself.

  "Fucking Brockonites and their stupid ck of a survival instinct."

  By the time the first responders arrived, Xena was long gone and making off with more starting tech and tech accessories than even some PRT tinkers could get their hands on in their first year of service.

  The puddle of clear slimy fluid went undiscovered as it was soaked up by the carpet leaving an even dark patch in a dark pattern.

  Announcement So I made an oppsie. While I will freely admit that I do a bit of interpretation in regards to the CYOA this Fanfic is based on, I try to keep consistent to the source. I mistakingly allowed Xena's inventory to grab things from far away(still in the power's radius) when in reality it was only allowed to grab things she touches. The power does allow her to pce things within her radius without touching. With that being said I will be going back and making edits to chapter 8 and 14 as they show her cheating. The edits are so minor that I do not expect you guys to reread it nor would I reccomend doing so, but feel free to do so, I ain't God