(Content Warnings: Hyper Body, Shatterings, Mass Destruction, Mass Freezing)
A frozen city lay still in shimmering ice, or at least, the remains of it did. Much of the inner had been devastated by the strange accident unleashed just hours before, and to this scene, came black vans and helicopters.
Agents like those that sparked this chaos earlier by trying to freeze Plumpie Bombshell for capture, rushed in, their vans treating the ice like it was regular pavement thanks to special tyres. Their mission was simple, to clean up the entire mess, by smashing anything left.
Bursting through a frozen door in a suburban house, wearing bright orange protective gear that kept them warm and safe from the lingering effects of the disaster, four agents encountered a frozen family - a daughter in her late teens, a father, a mother.
The father was a well-built shirtless man, muscles frozen into rippling ice as he was trying to wrap a blanket over the window to keep the freezing out - a vain effort. Some of his fingers had already snapped away. His tight workout shorts were iced over, a large bulge below the now-frozen spandex.
The mother was wearing a sundress, now a solid mass of ice, though some had cracked off exposing her lack of underwear. With wide hips and ample breasts, the mother was mostly intact, bar a crack in her leg.
The daughter, her mother's child, also had large breasts and wide hips, but wore only a boob tube that had barely held them in, and hotpants so small her wide booty was squeezing out. All o
None of this meant a thing to these agents, as they shattered the three. The father's pecs became icy lumps flying across the room, his toned abs and butt became dust. The shorts and his pelvis shattered, whatever lay below that bulge never seen as the sledgehammers simply pulverised it. His bare feet were cracked and shattered, toes broken off, ankle snapped. His face was pulverised, the poor man rendered virtually unrecognisable.
The mother was struck and broke in four, one leg spinning away, an arm, breast, and her head rolling off, her pelvis and one other leg whole, the other arm and most of her torso wobbling, before more hammer blows came. Her smooth legs in ice became just crumbled up shards, the pelvis that had once birthed the now frozen daughter nineteen years before being flattened and crushed. Her head was shattered apart, an eyeball rolling away only to be stomped on by the methodically vicious agents.
The daughter was slammed in the stomach, snapping her top off, seeing her head slam and smash into the floor. A kick took an arm off, hammerblows to the top of her severed legs caused cracks to flow down and turn the once cute booty into nothing but splinters of frozen ice. Pounding and smashing, the agents rendered the entire family into slush, only the sheer cold of everything stopping them melting.
And this was the scene city-wide, the agents swooping in, sealing the place off, destroying all evidence. They had contained the other flowing clouds with powerful aircraft, blowing it all back and into the city over hours, sparing most of another nearby town.
But as the snow had fallen, it claimed what it struck. And the agents had been smashing away as soon as the snowstorm that turned all to ice had been forced to settle back in the city it began.
A farmer and his entire staff, his cattle, his horses, all had to be shattered by the orders the agents had. His pretty daughter, in her early twenties, was crushed as a van smashed into her, along with the horse she was frozen on. Her head span and smashed into another farmworker's body, the stablehand shattering into fragments. An agent crushed the remains of her leg still in a frozen stirrup. The van had taken care of most of the work.
They descended upon the cattle too, smashing and crushing them to finer remains than they would ever be as ground beef. Horns and bells, hooves, tails, udders, all flew around as the agents smashed the herd to bits. Farmhands with them were cracked, blows to their heads causing their bodies to crumble and splinter into piles with the destroyed cows.
They ignored the farmer's frozen dog, being careful, something that could confuse an observer, but the agents all had their orders. That did not spare other cattle, or three milkmaids inside the farm's most unusual feature, a live museum display showing how milk was once collected. One plump-chested maid was kneeling at a cow, speaking to a visiting group, all frozen in place. A hammer to one of those mounds saw it crumble and crack, the maid's once cute uniform shattering too. Her body toppled, iced over panties exposed as her crouching lower was all that was left, until that too was smashed.
The other two, one wide-hipped, one blessed with a bubble but, were standing by the visitors, and set upon too. A short-skirted tourist had the hammer slammed right between her legs, splitting her in half. One snooty plump woman in a fur coat was cracked to bits, her husband's frozen leer at the now-shattered maid soon wiped out with a hammerblow.
On the highway frozen solid, car after car and driver after driver were smashed into by trucks fitted with rams, agents behind smashing anything too large. A hand, a foot, ahead, a breast, a leg, anything that looked like a human part in ice severed from the rest of the frozen bodies.
Deeper and deeper into the city they went - a van ploughed through a frozen crowd, sending frozen limbs flying. Agents caught up, cleaning up.
Into even schools they went, smashing apart the principle in her office, sitting at her desk, short skirt and plumpbreasts that were the fantasy of many an older student being broken, her glasses dropping and cracking entirely. Her smooth legs sitting in place were cracked and mixed with her chair, her pert butt broken mercilessly.
The receptionist, a younger woman with less bountiful gifts, was simply smashed to bits by a blow to face through the window. The security guard, a stocky but muscular man, was cracked apart, his hands stomped on as they fell off. In the first classroom, they began with the teacher, who was frozen writing on the chalkboard. A hammer smashed that arm off, and her ponytailed head was next. The frozen classroom stared lifelessly as the agents smashed their teacher apart, before turning their attentions to the pupils too. They had orders, and few exceptions to them.
Into a supermarket they went, smashing those frozen shoppers still standing. But here, a few unprofessional agents were working. One beautiful woman in the clothes aisle was stripped of her frozen clothes carefully, the agents leering at her body - plump large breasts that had been squeezed into a too-small bra, a shaved and flat pubis, wide hips, a butt that must have jiggled before it was frozen, and smooth long legs. They were chided to get on with it, and with a shrug, smashed the beauty apart. The sales assistant helping her, a mousy looking girl, had long been broken to bits.
In a gym, the agents swarmed. Many of those working out had already fallen victim to mishaps. A weightlifter smashed apart by his own efforts. Yoga classes, spandex-clad contortions too difficult for the icy transformation to stay stable. One perfect bubble butt in shorts was all that seemed to remain of one, and it was cracked without mercy. The remnants of those on running machines, some having been flung across the room, were cracked apart and crushed. One woman on the abductor machines had her legs ripped away by the machine's movements against her then unresisting ice body,her teetering torso simply cracked apart. Into the showers went the agents, finding frozen men and women alike under the streams.
They took a little vindictive pleasure in laughing at how small some of the showering men seemed thanks to their developed bodies. They leered at the women and men alike, but still smashed them all.
Into the front of an office block that somehow still stood went a team, carrying explosives. A few moments later, a bomb planted in front of a frozen receptionist detonated, pulverising her and melting almost her entire body, as well as causing the whole structure to collapse in on itself in a flurry of icy crystals, everything within smashed.
On and on this vandalism went, and the agents remained totally oblivious as something else on a mission neared.
The robotic woman, designation 80M853LL, flew in, set to Soldier Mode. The mechanioid was built in the image of her owner, Plumpie Bombshell, the woman whose shattering had sparked this whole debacle. High above, stealth systems keeping her hidden from the agents below, 80M853LL was tracking not their actions - but her mistress, every last bit of ice she had smashed into.
Landing in the park where most of Plumpie's frozen remains lay, 80M853LL expanded her large synthetic breasts and butt from their already hefty GG defaults, and hollowed them out to store the shattered remnants. Scanning painstakingly, she detected each and every fragment with her enhanced vision protocols.
Methodically she worked, capturing even the most miniscule of fragments that were once part of the human Plumpie Bombshell, knowing full well sooner or later she would encounter agents as they moved deeper into the frozen wasteland the city had become.
And so she did, a handful of the orange-clad agents spotting her. Three, which a quick scan confirmed to be one man and two women. Sledgehammers ready, they rushed her.
"Contact, contact, possible hostile, engaging," they said, almost like robots themselves.
But 80M853LL was not like them. They were flesh and blood. All they had were suits, sledgehammers, bombs, and guns. She had all the powers of the real Plumpie, or close approximations.
In an instant the three froze, not in ice, but like mannequins. Paralysed, they were even more helpless as 80M853LL began dancing, the sounds of her swollen and quivering artificial curves unleashing a hypnotic wave. The bounce, slap,and badoink-badoink sounds penetrated deep into the minds of the three agents, making them helpless and obedient to her, rather than slaves to the orders of whatever mad government experiment had caused the disaster.
"<<Oʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ, SLAVES. Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴜɴɪᴛ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 80M853LL. Cᴏɴғɪʀᴍ.>>" 80M853LL said, a sultry voice pouring from her self-heating sillicone lips and into the very core of the three agents.
"Yes, we obey Mistress 80M853LL," They gasped in pleasure.
"<<Yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ Uɴɪᴛ Dᴇsɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 80M853LL, ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴀʟʟ ᴏʙᴇʏ Uɴɪᴛ Dᴇsɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 80M853LL's ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ. Yᴏᴜ sᴇʀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪsᴛʀᴇss, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀʟʟ ᴀɪᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍɪɴɢ Uɴɪᴛ Dᴇsɪɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 80M853LL's ᴍɪsᴛʀᴇss, PLUMPIE BOMBSHELL>>"
In delighted bliss,the three entranced agents obeyed. When more arrived, they helped distract them, and soon, 80M853LL was forming a small army of enslaved assistants, a delighted legion of helpers hanging off every electronic word, scouring the city to her whims and commands, helping to slowly but surely recover every fragment of the real Plumpie Bombshell.
However, she couldn't have too many, and some agents exhibited a risk they might resist. One captured group of four were given special orders - remove their suits, clothes, and dance until they froze.
The four, all women, obeyed, yanking off their orange suits revealing they all wore merely bra and panties below. In the cold air their nipples grew, even as they yanked down to nudity. A blonde with medium breasts and wide hips performed a ballet as she was freezing over. A brunette with jiggling breasts free from her bra did hip thrusts, making her boobs wobble. A bubble-butted black haired agent twerked and jiggled her booty. The last, a redhead, began to breakdance. She span on her head as she began to freeze, spinning away like a top until she fell, legs flying away, swaying boobs rolling off frozen and cracking.
The twerker toppled face first, bubble butt thrust in the air above the rest of her broken body. The hip-thruster froze mid motion, the inertia causing her legs to crack, leaving them standing as her upper body toppled, now sold boobs bouncing at first before shattering on the next impact, along with causing the rest of her upper body to crumble. The ballerina stood en pointe as she froze, a few seconds as a marvelous statue before gravity won, and with a shatter and crash she slammed down.
80M853LL carried on, searching and retrieving, enslaving agents, and where required, making them take care of themselves.
Another group of agents that seemed a threat were ordered to strip, but rather than dance, 80M853LL noted with scans all wore thongs, the one male with a jockstrap. With some of the mischevious thinking that she shared with her mistress, 80M853LL gave them a simple order:
"<<Yᴏᴜ sʜᴀʟʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴜᴄᴛ ᴀɴ ATOMIC WEDGIE ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ!>>"
Laughing and giggling like schoolgirls (and a schoolboy), the very much adult but enslaved agents chased each other, in naught but their undies. One woman, with a round ass, was caught by the man, and he yanked her thong hard - the pausing making her freeze up, and his actions making her split in half, from pussy to the top of her head! Each half fell to the side, cracking and crumbling on impact. The man's victory was short lived, another of the women got in front and grabbed his jockstrap, yanking it up, and causing him too to split, half his penis and a testicle either side, a giggle still frozen on each half of his face as they fell to earth. A tugged brastrap made one woman's upper body snap off and fly away, her lower destroyed with the wedgie seconds later, until only one agent remained - and climbed up a mostly-intact streetsign, catching her thong on it, and dropping - splitting herself in two then smashing to the ground a second later.
And so it was that 80M853LL continued, nothing to stop her mission, and any that risked it, being made to humiliate themselves before destroying themselves as they had smashed so many others....