Transcendence - Project Hyper Legacy (Transform/ Growth, FvX, Size, Unrealistic)

Story by Kristanna Griefshire

Hi again.

I know that the Project Hyper story is still to be concluded, I am kinda stuck on the last chapter. But I already know what will happen, I just need to finally finish writting. And I wasn't about to let that supress my other ideas for this continuation. So here follows.

This is a continuation inside the same universe of my story Project Hyper, taking places years after. Old characters are present but new ones will be introduced. While reading the old story is not an absolute necessity to understand this one, it certainly helps.

Tags include: Sci-fi, aliens, military, futa on futa, futa on female, excessive cum, excessive size, cum inflation, cum vomit, extreme stretching, unrealistic, womb penetration, double/ triple penetration, tentacles, growth/ transformation, rough sex/ rape, BDSM, war themes, politics.

Sand flew at Leticia’s face, she squinted, keeping only one of her dark brown eyes barely open while running through the desert plain of the planet Lazten. It was just a short run from the shuttle into the base, but certainly it wasn’t made easier by her long, black business suit skirt. That moment alone was more than enough for the inspector to confirm her dislike for this place. Unlike many of the inspections and tours she used to take part across the Galactic Alliance territory, this one was not in a weapons or supply facility. The “resource” being made here were the soldiers themselves. More specifically, F.U.T.A. (Frontier Universal Tactical Armada) soldiers.

The exact location of this facility was so classified that Leticia Hwong needed to have her credentials upgraded by the admiral before she could even come to the planet’s orbit. She was rendered unconscious and wearing noise canceling headphones for the entire landing. This entire trip had been, as popularly said in the military circles, a “Scorpion’s nest”. Reason why Leticia was so relieved when the door to the hangar in front of her opened that she just ran inside without a care.

Through her sand filled eyes she saw a few guards, but paid no mind to them, focusing on getting away from all that wind. The only relieving fact constantly running through her mind was that her stay was going to be short. A complete tour through the facility should take her the afternoon, maximum. Compile the details of the process, report to the newly promoted Admiral, then leave this place for good.

As the door shut behind her stopping the annoying gusts of wind, she cleared her face with the cuff of her black coat. It immediately became painfully obvious to the inspector why everyone she met was wearing goggles and boots. Most of the bases she visited before Lazten were in more hospitable places, closer to Earth and the core of the Alliance’s territory. This one was hidden in a ball of sand that spinned too slow, making the days and nights last up to 54 hours. The difference in temperature each time of the day was abysmal, not to mention the constant winds. The inspector was also pissed that none of the locals had given her the gear required, allowing her to be a victim of the harsh conditions. So much for hospitality.

Leticia blinked, the blurry vision coming slowly back to normal, she squinted her already thin Korean eyes. Stumbling around she looked for a face, someone to talk to and get directions. But was quickly stopped when she bumped against something pleasantly soft. The breasts of one of the female guards. Leticia almost fell backwards as she looked up to the towering soldier, she seemed to be at least two meters tall to so easily surpass over the inspector’s average 1,70m.

“Ah… I am inspector Leticia Hwong, C-can you take me to who is in charge of this facility?”

The soldier saluted formally in respect, her military short grey hair as well as defined muscles gave her a more masculine appearance. She was definitely unique in the fact that she had a very dark skin, and the usual black facial traits. A wider nose bridge, big meaty lips. Yet her hair was bright silver. And as Leticia wrapped her mind around the black amazon she heard her firm voice. “Private Evans reporting, I’ll be your guide. Glad you made it through the storm. Please follow me.”

The base had regular, boring Galactic Alliance military architecture. When you’ve been to one of them, you’ve been to all of them. Metal walls, metal columns, metal floor. A sea of standard grey and cold, with nothing that didn’t have a reason to be there. Leticia couldn’t help but notice the figure of the guard in front of her, which unlike the decoration of the base was miles apart from standard. She wasn’t just tall, she had a body thickness and hourglass figure that should be virtually impossible. Her skin tight grey uniform emphasized the extremely wi

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