While May fretted over her new additions somewhere on the other side of the city another gorgeous red haired goddess dealt with issues of her own. Looking down from a high-rise office building in one of the meeting rooms of a pharmaceutical company she had established for herself in this time line Thundra of the Femizonian Empire listened in on the group of researchers and marketeering specialists behind her. Glowering down at the populace below she was forced to listen in as her staff (All women by the way) shouted over each other with figures and reports.
"X-Hot-Ic sales are through the roof Miss Thundra, you would not believe the feedback we’ve been getting over this stuff!" Cheered a blonde haired woman in a blue business suit, a folder in her well-manicured hands of the sales reports from the previous week. The Femizon had bought the pharmaceutical company with a small fortune in ‘well planned’ investments less than a month ago, her plan was to have her R&D lab duplicate the chemical cocktail in her blood to make every woman on Earth a Femizon like herself, ensuring and cementing the future she came from.
A dark skinned woman in a green business dress smiled as she gave her own account of the research and production of Thundra’s new product "Honey who would have thought that a drop of your blood had the stuff to turn anyone into a bombshell? Miss Thundra you are gonna be rich! Like STUPID rich!!!"
"Tell me sisters… What do you see when you look out this window?"
Slowly going quite the staff at the table looked to each other in confusion before one of them chirped up an answer. "Sunny skies?"
"MEN!" Growled the 7 foot tall giantess as she turned to the others in stern rage, her fists clenched tightly just before pointing down angrily at the pedestrians several floors below. "I helped you develop the Femizon formula so that the women of this time period would rise up against its male oppressors and what are they doing? NOTHING!"
One of the women in a lab coat and name tag stood up from the table, shifting the glasses on her freckled nose to go over one of the reports from the lab. "Well Miss Thundra you had us make a chemical that performs a startling transformation on a living subject, and to be honest… What were you expecting these women to do once they became, well… You?"
"Yeah believe me." Called out one of the marketing specialists. "If I had a body like yours I’d be hitting the beach every day and the dance club every night until it hurt."
"Bah!" Raising one of her arms up Thundra flexed, her muscles were like solid iron behind creamy smooth skin. "A body like this should be devoted purely for battle, to scour this land of men and all their evils." Slamming her hands against the long table the other women gasped with a start when the room shook with the impact. "And yet from what I’ve read the women of this city have not done a single thing against their chauvinistic jailers, tell me why!"
"Well… We did the research and found that when X-Hot-Ic is taken in prolonged amounts arousal and sexual activity sky rocket, more than likely the reason they AREN’T killing men like you want them to… Is because they’re probably screwing them."
"What of our trial volunteers? Surely THEY have done their sisters proud and killed every man they’ve come across."
A shared murmur from the women made Thundra glower just as they came up with answers. "Well there was patient 3BG2; age 84, was suffering from paraplegia and severe dementia, after an entire bottle she now possesses your almost identical figure and strength and her intellect has nearly doubled." Smiling at the report Thundra leaned up with pride. "And what of her now?" Skipping a few pages in the report the scientist continued. "Currently she has taken up a profession in pornography under the name ‘Tongue Twister’… Heh…Clever."
"Then there’s patient 6GU1 she was in our commercials; age 31 she was covered in burn scars and injuries from a previous house fire, the formula repaired all the damage to her skin and body and now she possesses the same physique and height you do, she is ALSO now the bouncer at a local strip club which she too has been known to dance every weekend under the alias ‘Hot Mess’."
"Impossible! What of patient 4HY3? She had all the ear marks of a TRUE man hater!" The dozen or so women at the table scoured through the reports until they found the folder with said patient, skipping past page after page until they found the details they were looking for. "Age 78, was released from prison after a 25 year sentence for repeated assaults against men, including attempted murder." Chuckling Thundra smiled at that. "As per your orders we gave her an entire bottle’s worth at the first go to see the results… She is now over seven feet and almost 200 pounds of muscle and feminimity!" Laughing heartily Thundra applauded at the news just as the woman continued. "Today she is happily married to an aerobics teacher and a mother of four."
"Wow, four? But we only gave her the formula a month ago." Gasped one of the marketing specialists, blinking at the information. "Yes well it seems X-Hot-Ic has strange effects during prenatal growth, the infants take in the formula and begin to develop at an accelerated rate, not only that but I’m not surprised she ended up so fertile, what with all the hormones boiling away in her system after such a large amount."
"WHAT?! But the Femizon formula contains sexual inhibitors to prevent such things from happening, the idea of… Fornicating with such beings disgusts us!" The red haired giantess shuddered visibly in disgust at the mental image. Looking to each other with a knowing look the ladies at the table behaved wearily before one of them piped up. "Yeah… That’s the thing, we couldn’t peg a few of the ingredients to the formula in your blood so we had to improvise with a few elements to get the replicated formula to work." Seeing the Femizon glare daggers at her the scientist took caution to the wind and continued. "We… We couldn’t replicate the inhibitors and some of the development enzymes we found just don’t exist here, at least not on Earth anyway so we filled the gaps with bovine hormones, it looked stabile enough for consumption.
Slamming her fist into the table the ladies cried out in shock when Thundra took a chunk right out of the wood and metal. "ARE YOU TELLING ME NOT ONE OF MY NEWEST SISTERS HAS HARMED A SINGLE MALE SINCE THEIR APOTHEOSIS?! HAVE THEY NOT DONE A SINGLE THING? WHAT DAMAGE HAVE THEY DONE AT ALL?!
Shivering in fear one woman raised her hand to show a report from the local hospital. "The-there has been a rise in pelvis injuries in the male population after X-Hot-Ic hit the market."
"GET OUT!!!" Watching her staff practically run out of the office Thundra turned to look back down through the window at the people below, her anger boiling away and threatening to fog up the glass.