Thanks!
And it's funny you should mention the conclusion, because lookey what I got here:
----ADDITION FINALE - FINAL UPDATE----
Will was expecting several things to happen after he punched Ferris in the face. First, she would stagger back from the blow, opening her up for a knee to the chin. If she was still moving after that, he could easily pin her to the ground at which point it would be fairly easy to subdue her while Lara found something to restrain this terror of a woman.
In short, he was expecting Ferris to take the punch like a normal person, and like not concrete wall.
Will froze as the woman glared at him with the eye that did not currently a fist jammed into it, her face twisting into a grimace that showed off all of her long, shark-like teeth.
"Oh sh-"
He didn't get a chance to finish his exclamation when Ferris made her move. Her hand lashed out, gripping his arm tightly as her face contorted in rage. Will cried out as she wrenched his fist out of her face, a red bruise already forming around her left eye. She then grabbed his head with her other hand and slammed it against the table, locking his arm behind him to keep him firmly fixed against the metal surface. She tightened her grip on Will's arm as he thrashed about beneath her in a futile attempt to escape.
"Wrong move, " Ferris hissed as she leaned up against him. Normally, the sensation of breasts pressing up against his back would have aroused him, especially when they were as large as hers. That wasn't the case in this situation. In fact, he felt a strange dullness settling in all over his body.
"Let me guess," Ferris said, "you don't remember being a lanky son of bitch named Wilson, do you?"
"I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about." Wilson said. He was finding it a lot easier to focus on the face of the woman pinning him to the table than her mountainous cleavage. He noted off hand that, while the bruise he’d given her was still expanding, her left eye didn’t appear to be swollen in the slightest.
"Typical," Ferris sneered, twisting her head back at the young woman cowering on the couch, her knees drawn up against her chest as she silently wept in fear. "You don't remember being the poster boy for frat life," she shifted her focus back onto the man she had pinned against the table, "and you don't remember being an insufferable slacker. There was no pain as you changed, no fear when you're body turned against itself. As far as you two idiots can tell, you've always been this way."
"Are you going somewhere with this?" Will said, "My arm's starting to go numb."
"The point," She continued, her voice slowly rising "is that you didn't suffer while I did. In fact, you look like you got the best deal out of all of us, and I can't tell you just how much that pissed me off!"
Ferris punctuated her tirade by squeezing the appendage she'd latched onto with all of her might. She was expecting Will to cry out, for his fingers to twitch against his will as the nerves in his wrist reached their breaking point. She wasn't expecting for his wrist to give out a loud crunching sound as it hardened in her grip.
A single word resounded in the minds of the room’s three inhabitants.
What.
Will used his captor’s momentary confusion as a chance to slip out from underneath her. It wasn't too hard, seeing as she was now clutching her own hand. Will quickly examined his arm, and had to fight the urge to gasp in shock at what he saw.
The indents on his wrist where Ferris had been squeezing him were the least of his worries. The skin around the area was now hard and had a metallic sheen. Sparks of purple energy danced up and down his arm as the rest of his lower arm began to shift from flesh into bronze.
He turned to Lara, who’d raised a hand up to her mouth as she gazed on in slack jawed horror, and then to Ferris, who was caught somewhere between shock and satisfaction.
“What did you do to me?” Will said, his voice cracking in fear. His lower arm resembled a bronze gauntlet now, and his upper arm was thinning out drastically as it compacted into a pair of black metal rods that curved into his torso. The definition that he’d gained not moments before was atrophying at an astonishing rate, giving him a terrifyingly gaunt appearance.
Ferris didn’t reply, as she was busy dealing with a sudden and splitting headache. She could feel it as something began to sift through her jumbled mess of memories once more. Complex military tactics poured into her head as new memories were spliced in to override the old ones, memories of growing up in an domed city that wished to be an empire, of a young girl’s burning desire to see that empire rise from the waves that had buried it centuries long ago.
She remembered her excitement when she’d been the first woman to be accepted into the ranks of the Steamflex corps and the countless hours that had followed as she mastered the art of piloting the famed exoskeletons. But most of all, she remembered the pride that had swelled within her sizable chest when she’d was named general in recognition for the critical roll she’d played in quelling the Foggernaut uprising. She didn’t notice herself growing a decade older as her body aged to match the new timeline, let alone the fact that the mark around her eye was turning a crimson red as it continued to spread out across her left brow.
The changes had reached Will’s shoulder now, transforming it into an immaculately polished bronze pauldrons. His waist imploded in on itself as skin and bone gave way to metal rods similar to those that had taken the place of his upper arms and lower legs. Bronze plates curved outwards in the semblance of thighs as his lower torso became a complex mechanism surrounding a tube of purple energy. His screams were cut off as his mouth fused shut into a small grill and his lungs were replaced by gears. Plates similar to those that had replaced his knees and thighs enveloped his upper body, curving out in a manner similar to a popped collar around the metal contraption that had once been his neck. Glowing purple portholes appeared on the various plates that now made up the bulk of his body as his head was reduced to a polished skull of iron and bronze. It was then, and only then, did his changes finally come to a close.
The occupants of the room were all silent for a long moment. Lara was practically catatonic as this stage, while Will held his eyes firmly shut, trying to convince himself that this was all some sort of nightmare. Ferris, on the other hand, was clutching her head as the last fragments of her old life painfully vanished from her mind, taking with it her old name. Any fit of panic she may have had was tempered by years of military experience, the same experience that helped her subdue her volatile anger, and the same experience that was chastising her for wearing so little in front of her men, figuratively speaking.
“Will?” Lara said pitifully, breaking the silence. She suppressed a gasp as the construct that had once been flesh turned and looked at her, its mechanical eyes twisting as they fixed on her.
That broke the taller woman out of her reverie. She looked at the two figures staring mournfully at each other, and fought the urge to gag.
Now, most people would need to shout in order to break others other of their thoughts, but not this woman. All she had to do was cough.
Lara and Will’s heads whipped around so quickly that they may as well have gotten whiplash, or at that would have been the case for the former. The latter would probably need to get their neck tightened.
“At attention,” the woman said dryly. Her voice was huskier than before, and carried a certain weight that came with years of ordering others around.
The room’s other occupants immediately jumped to attention, their eyes filled with worry and fear.
“Remind me Engineer Lara,” the woman began, “what is official policy regarding fraternization within the ranks?”
“Interpersonal relationships are strictly forbidden between ranking male and female officers,” Lara responded instinctively, her mind supplying her with knowledge she didn’t know she had.
“Very good, Lara,” the taller woman said before turning her attention to the construct standing in front of her. The fact that she could look down upon it appealed to her for some reason.
“And what is the first rule aboard my vessel,” She paused for a second to fish out a name, “Ensign Wallonia”
“You’re the boss” the newly named Wallonia replied in a bubbly, if heavily filtered, voice. The design of her bronze face shifted shifted every so slightly, becoming more feminine.
“Correct,” the woman smirked casually before grabbing the two soldiers standing before her by their collars and hefting them off the ground.
“Now listen to me very carefully,” She snarled, “I don’t care about whatever twisted fetishes or suck kinks you’re into, so long as you indulge in them when you’re not supposed to be doing your job. When you are on duty on my ship, you are turned off. Am I Clear?”
The two soldiers nodded vigorously.
“Say it,” the woman hissed
“Yes General,” They said synchronously.
The General twisted her ear. The question when unasked, but was answered immediately nonetheless.
“Yes General Mofette” They repeated at the top of their lungs.
“Good.”
And with that, General Frida Mofette of New Sufokia dropped the soldier and the ensign to the ground. The mark surrounding her eye coalesced into a crimson wing, the meaning of which had been the subject of just about as many discussions as her cup size.
“How much longer until the repairs are done?” Frida asked, her hands crossed behind her back.
“It’ll probably take another day, ma’am,” Lara replied, “Maybe two. ”
“You have until tomorrow morning,” Frida said calmly
“But…” Lara started.
The General glared.
“Yes ma’am” she replied hurriedly as she all but sprinted towards the hatch, buttoning up her jacket along the way.
“And take Wallonia with you,” Frida added, “Use her for spare parts if you need to. You don’t mind, do you Foggernaut?”
“Not at all ma’am,” Wallonia responded quickly, bolting after the young engineer.
Frida watched in amusement as they tried to beat the other in a mad dash to get to the engine room. Once they were out of sight, she walked over to the table, allowing her buxom body to sway underneath her instead of actively suppressing is movements as she normally did. There were pros and cons to having curves like hers, and constant swaying was one of them. She grabbed the six-pack she’d spotted earlier, then made her way over to the couch, taking a moment to wipe it down with the coat that the two deviants downstairs must have been using in their foreplay.
“Technophiles,” she muttered, tossing the coat onto one of the chairs before settling down on the couch she’d had installed. After all, if the Commander of New Sufokia’s armed forces wanted to spend a month personally overseeing a Stasili reconnaissance mission, then she could also search for the precious mineral in comfortably.
She smiled as she heard the sounds of the soldiers below shouting as they frantically worked on getting the disguised ship’s engines back up and running. A tiny, infinitesimal part of her was strangely ecstatic at this, but she dismissed it as part of the usual buzz that came with a job well done.
And by the King, did she love her job.
---FIN---
Final length rests at 25 pages, 12,800 words. Not bad, if I do say so myself. I'll be posting a complete version as a final post shortly.