A real pickle of a tactical operation.

The Mammazon Tamara Wight sat in the drivers seat of the nondescript black van parked down the street from her targets residence with a worried crease in her brow, grinding her teeth in frustration. She had seen a lot of strange things since the XXX-virus took hold of the world but tonight was close to taking the cake.

For her the infection had been a godsend of a blessing. She had been a sad, chronically single, thirty-something corporate drone wasting her life away in an insurance call-center cubicle with a thyroid problem and a failing true-crime podcast. On the fateful day when the WHO formally declared the world-wide pandemic, she officially had a following of seven subscribers and two of those were her aging parents.

Now she was a Somebody; the strong right hand of a powerful, beautiful business woman with respect, responsibilities and a tall, vigorous, athletic body that she could have never dreamed of possessing in her past life. Sure... Mistress Sierra was a monster with literal slaves locked away in her high-rise HQ basement but weren't they all monsters of a kind now? Mistress Sierra was just a more successful monster and so long as she continued to give Tamara purpose and a steady feed of that precious, potent man-seed, she would continue to be her iron fist.

She was good at it after-all, who would have guessed that fat, ignoble Tamara White from the fifth floor customer service department would have a natural knack for cracking skulls, **** men, leading assaults and corporate security. It troubled her a little at times, usually as she went to sleep but before long Mistress Sierra would turn her impossibly gorgeous, radiant attention on her again, melting away any doubts or insecurities like faint mist of a hot summers day and gifting her with another invaluable hit of exquisite man-cum.

So Tamara Wight knew which side of her bread was buttered, knew she was very good at her new vocation and that was why she found the current circumstances so damned frustrating! It had began when a nearly naked bimbo in a tiny pair of Lycra workout shorts had shot by right under the nose of her patrol van, laughing wildly and running like greased lightning through the dark, empty, suburban intersection as though all the hordes of hell were chasing her.

Tamara was beyond surprised when a short moment later an actual, true-to-life monster raged through the same intersection hot on the fleeing woman's trail, roaring and running on all fours as often as not. There could be no doubt it was a male monster though, it had been stark naked and the swinging mass of brutal meat between it's legs had been unmistakable. Her mouth watered at the sight of it's swinging immensity and some of the weirder rumours she had been hearing lately were suddenly confirmed. A male XXX-infected existed and was running free in the streets!

So she had leaped straight into action, killing her headlights to reduce her target visibility and relying on the street lights to follow the hulking great man-thing from a debatable safe distance, all while jumping on the radio give her second searching patrol squad instructions. Her mistress would want this new creature captured and caged, no doubt about it.

She had two squads of four Mammazons in matching black, unmarked vans for this search and seizure operation of which her own vehicle was the first. Behind her in the back were her three squad-mates dressed like her in combat boots, snug fitting camouflage pants, a industrial strength sports bras and webbing utility harnesses. Strapped to them and every available surface of the vans interior were their trade tools.

Animal control leash poles, cattle prods, restraining cuffs and collars were fastened securely to the vehicle's walls. Cans of mace, tear gas, flash-bang grenades and extendable batons hung from their belts and harnesses, hell... she even had a genuine CODA All-Purpose Net Cannon locked away in a big tool box in the back if she needed it. She had thought she had everything she might require in a nonlethal seek and capture mission.

Except maybe this one, Tamara worried at her bottom lip in an old show of anxiety she hadn't presented in months.

She was confidant in her own strength and that of her girls, they were Mammazons for Christ's sake! They regularly bench pressed over 600 pounds each and barely broke a sweat. The XXX-virus had given them new forms with strength enough to take any man they desired but as they had cruised quietly past a family sedan carelessly knocked up onto it's side, tires still spinning idly, by the rampaging man-beast she wasn't sure that it would be enough.

It was the scene that had played out in the front yard of the residence that had her suddenly rethinking her carefully laid plans, after all no plan survived first contact and a good leader had to be flexible and adaptable. Though what she had seen as they waited on their back-up to arrive was truly game changing.

She had pulled up at one end of a quiet suburban street and killed the engine just in time to see the racing, bouncing amber haired beauty dash up the front path of the only house still lit up at this hour. She couldn't hear much from this distance but could see through her compact binoculars the massive man-thing tear through the white picket fence and roar in furious challenge at the front door.

Her squads gasps had echoed her own as they all clustered around the front seat and watched a female creature of impossible beauty step through the open doorway to stare calmly at the raging beast tearing up the front lawn. At first Tamara had wondered if here was another of her Mistress's unique Queen Bitch XXX-strain but the look in the eyes of this heavenly figure was not one of sneering untouchable aloofness but one of quiet confidence and endless compassion.

She was transcendent in her beauty, with a long waterfall of chocolate curls flowing down the slender curvature of her back tickling the tops of her full firm hips and glorious heartshaped ass. Her breasts were immense, full ripe teardrops of perfect pliant tit-flesh that defied both gravity and the imagination. She was naked but for a frilly pink and white lace thong and supremely confident standing there in her natural state, achingly beautiful face serene. Tamara Wight had never seen anyone like her as the heart rate spiked upon sighting her. The celestial woman almost glowed with life, vitality and inhuman grace.

The heavenly figure had spoken words to the beast, this mad creature of grotesquely engorged muscles, great bulging veins and immense physical mass, calm words of command if her poise and expression were anything to go by. Had her eyes flashed jade green in the night darken front porch? Tamara couldn't be sure but whatever she had said the creature hadn't taken it well and tore up a huge sod of lawn and soil to hurl at her.

Then suddenly He was there, stepping smoothly out the door, moving quickly in front of the chocolate haired goddess and knocking the heavy dirt projectile aside with a perfunctory swat of his wrist so that it impacted the weatherboard exterior of that house with a heavy splat!

He was a divine contrast to the monstrous male in the front yard. The entire squad of Mammazons had gaped at his appearance.

They watched awestruck as this tall figure stepped out into the yard with no hint of fear, he was naked and the hard play of his powerful muscles as he moved with effortless adroitness was like a sweeping symphony made manifest. He was a walking work of chiseled art standing there in the moonlight, black lit in silhouette by the light spilling from within the house, as if all the greatest Renaissance Masters had come together and joined their talents to create a one of a kind masterpiece simply entitled "Man". His hair was thick and full, his jawline was strong and defined, his eyes clear and bright, his skin smooth, unblemished and glowing. He looked like a golden idol to all Tamara could dream of desiring in a man and more, so much more.

She had nearly swooned when he had spoken to the monster, she couldn't hear his voice at this distance but she could imagine it clearly enough, strong and commanding and filled with promises that would never be broken. The over-grown man-thing had shied back from his assured approach, suddenly confused and hesitating like an injured animal. She could seeing it's great shoulders rising and falling as the mutant creature panted for breath, backing away from the glowing god's slow, confident steps.

She had to slap her squads grasping hands away from the binoculars, deaf to their plaintive begging to let them see, as she watched him with riveted attention. Her free hand had strayed down between her camo-clad thighs, seeking out the mounting, molten heat smoldering there. He had his hands up and was speaking again, like some magical monster whisperer calming the raging man-beast with small gestures and soft but firm words. It had settled back on it's haunches now, staring at it's own massive hands as though confused, it massive brow furrowed in puzzlement.

The lights of the house next door came on unexpectedly and almost ruined everything, the monster reeling about in surprise and roaring again. Two teenage girls, high-school age and uninfected, in pajamas stood huddled together in the front door of the neighboring house looking terrified at the display but then The Man shouted an immediate command that struck the beast-thing like a whip crack, turning it's attention back to him where it began to cowered.

The glowing goddess re-emerged from the house, now modestly attired in a soft satiny bathrobe that hung to the tops her silky thighs on barely concealing her modesty, it was belted closed at the waist and she carrying a similar garment for him. Without ever breaking eye contact with the monster, he let her slide it over his shoulders then she had to reach around him to tie it shut, her stunning face snuggling lovingly against his strong, broad back as she did so. When she was finished she remained there, hands sliding up his impossible body as she pressed herself into him from behind, heedless of the danger she was in by being there.

It was clear that it didn't matter to her, she was with Him and so long as she was, nothing would be allowed to hurt her. Her posture shouted this fact as she relaxed her radiant, angelic body against His, like a love-struck newly wed or perhaps a happy kitten? Tamara had pressed at her quivering, womanly folds through the sturdy cotton covering her lap and felt a wet patch beginning to form there. She couldn't help herself even as she silently berated herself for being so weak.

The golden God pointed a hand to the two girls - he knew them! Of course he did - and calmly gave them instructions, the younger girl tried to ask something but the older girl cut her off and hustled them both inside, closing the door behind them. Then, completely focused on the hunched and trembling figure of the mutated man, He reached out a firm hand and rested it on the creatures rocky shoulder.

That was when it happened, the monster shrank. There was no other way to describe it and it was impossible but right there in that front yard the giant man-beast deflated like a ruptured balloon. It's massively muscled limbs slimmed down, it's chest and back constricted, it's hands and feet shrank down until all that was left was a tired and slightly worried looking, balding, middle aged man huddled naked on the front lawn. Tamara had gasped with both disbelief and the flood of ecstasy rushing through her at witnessing the young godling's dominance, her powerfully muscled thighs trembling. Behind her it sounded like her squad-mates were panting so hard they might have been hyperventilating.

With a satisfied smile, the towering demigod had helped the naked man to his feet and lead him back into the home, his pale sagging butt shining breifly in the moonlight before the door closed behind them. As if nothing almost supernatural had just played out on the front lawn and now Tamara was expected to go in there and capture these targets.

Coming back to herself she whipped her hand away from her hungry, tremoring pussy and scowled back at her squad of Mammazons. They were meant to be a group of bad-ass XXX-infected bitches, not staring blankly ahead with dreamy expressions on their faces, looking like a bunch of silly schoolgirls spotting their favourite teen heart-throb. She was her mistresses chief enforcer, she was a professional dammit and she had a mission to complete. Then the frustration returned redoubled...

How the hell was she going to do this? How was she supposed to go up against something like that? One man who could literally blow up into raging muscled behemoth if provoked and the other a shining paragon of strength and masculine beauty seemingly come down directly from the heavens themselves. Not to mention a female infected of some gorgeous new strain that made even Tamara weak at the knees to look upon. Her Mistress would want all of them.

This would mean a drastic change to their usual operation protocols to say the least. Then the vans two-way crackled to life and bringing her back to the present.

"Alpha Squad, we are in position and awaiting instructions. Do you copy?"

That meant the second van containing Beta Squad had made it's way up the other end of the street and was now similarly positioned to her own with eyes on the house. Tamara dropped her binoculars to pick up the radio and turned to face her own watching squad as she spoke as much to them as to the other vehicle.

"Beta Squad, I copy. There's been a change in plan. The perceived threat level is higher than anticipated. This is no longer a simple smash and grab. We are going to need some... insurance."

Her eyes fell on the neighboring house, the front porch light still lit up but the door closed. Two young uninfected teens that were known to and under the protection of that angelic being, it would be enough. It had to be! Her mistress would never forgive losing so many unique individuals for her to study and toy with, so coming back empty handed was not an option. Her voice hardened with resolve...

"...this is what I want you to do Beta Squad. Listen up and listen well."