Sort of a request for gggg78910

"superheroes turned into expecting mothers!"

This is unfortunately a supervillain turned into an expectant mother so doesn't count for the request, although helps lay the groundwork for a Super Breeder Serum turning the world's heroes into breeding stock 🙂

Sort of a prequel to:

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It was the closing days of World War II and Hydra was on the run. Their last alpine holdout shuddered beneath the Allied bombardment, concrete chunks crumbling from the bunker walls as Steve Rogers stalked the corridors, pistol in hand. Another boom of artillery, another pressure wave pulsed through the hall, blowing out his eardrums. Nazi soldiers rounded the corner, rifles flashing. He angled his shield, the men dropping dead from their own richochets. He stepped over their bodies.

He was taking a risk moving ahead of the Allied assault like this, leaving even the Howling Commandos behind, but Hydra had shown an incredible knack for survival, repeatedly slipping from their grasp to take root elsewhere. He wouldn't rest until Red Skull was brought to justice. In the dark, something squeaked beneath Steve Roger's foot. It was a child's doll, black button eyes stitched onto a skull of red fabric. His blood red cold. He'd braced himself to find many manmade horrors in Hydra's laboratories but not this. To his left, a wooden horse rocked with the distant explosions. The concrete walls were a mixture of posters, some teaching the German alphabet while others were Hydra propaganda, bucolic scenes of happy, red-skulled men and women harvesting fields of wheat for the war effort.

This was a children's nursery deep inside a military fortification.

"Wie schade. It would have been beautiful," said the Red Skull sadly behind him. Steve span and fired, his hand lurching wide at the last moment. Red Skull didn't even flinch as the bullet nicked his crimson skin. He merely sneered liplessly, stroking his jutting abdomen. "I expected as much, mein Kapitän. We both know you lack the will to harm an innocent. Let alone eight of them," he cackled. "Now you are not the only one with a shield."

Steve recoiled in revulsion from the figure in the doorway, his gun hanging limp. He'd always been told never to hit a woman, let alone shoot one, but this was... he wasn't sure what this was. When he'd fought the man only months before, the Red Skull had been tall, imposing and very much male. This woman was so grotesque swollen with child that her zeppelin-like belly and buttocks barely fit through the nursery door. "What's happened to you?!"

"I have achieved the Hydra ideal. Cut off one head and two more shall take its place," the Red Skull proclaimed. "Behold Erskine's serum taken to its maximum potential. You have destroyed my army. I will simply breed another."

"You did this to yourself?!" Steve gasped. "You're insane!"

"Your interference left me little other option. Did Erskine never tell you? This was always his plan for his ubermensch. He was afraid of what men like you and I might create. He planned to neuter us, once the war was over. But I embrace it proudly. Soon HYDRA will stand as master of the world, borne to victory on the wings of the Valkyrie." He winced as a tiny, powerful foot kicked his bladder from inside, and he clenched his soft thighs together to avoid an embarrassing accident in front of his hated foe. There were certainly indignities in turning from a Super Soldier to a Super Breeder. Not least among them had been mating with every last one of the soldiers under his command, once his new serum had accelerated the Super Soldier serum to its final stages, and warped his body into a fertile female. There was some relief knowing those men had taken the memory of that night to their graves, following Captain America's rampage through the bunker. He was unsure which of the men had the glory of being the father of his children, his Homo Superior, though he suspected he had stepped over several of their bodies on the way here.

Ahh, such strength! he thought with delight as another super fetus played fußball with his bladder.

"You're wrong. Erskine was a good man," Steve barked.

"You will see what a man he was -and you were- soon enough," he retorted.

Though the Red Skull's thighs vied for space whenever he walked, his gun arm was as fast as it had ever been. In a blur, he drew and fired his pneumatic pistol. Steve staggered back, staring down at a dart embedded in his chest, pumping a payload of pink fluid into his veils. The convulsions of agony, exactly as they had been in the vita radiation chamber, brought him to his knees.

"A pity. You would have made an excellent breeding stud. Auf Wiedersehen, Kapitänin. I have a plane to catch."

Steve watch helplessly as the bloated, red blimp of an ass waddled slowly away down the corridor with a squeak of black latex. The burning in his muscles was building and pooling deep in his abdomen. It was as if his pelvic bones were being wrenched apart. His hip joints clicked loosely as he dragged himself doggedly to his feet, pursuing his nemesis with an increasingly wiggling gait.