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Finale.

Minutes later, the training session for the team had ended. Successes and failures tallied and noted for later observation, all four female metamorphs hit the shower room together.

"Sorry, sorry! I'm so sorry, Madame Richards!" Francine hadn't stopped bowing and apologizing for the past five minutes. Charlie by her part was more embarrassed than hurt. "I was greedy; I should have stopped when you told me to...!"

"Ah, eh... heh, it's alright already, Frannie," Charlie waved her hand dismissively, although it was still hard to admit to herself that the same little meek scientist apologizing to her so frantically had only moments ago buried her underneath a pair of gigantic latex look-a-like covered mammaries. "I wasn't hurt at all. I already was feeling a bit light-headed earlier."

"If you say so..." Francine frowned a bit, twiddling her fingers, unwittingly causing her arms to squish her breasts together within her towel. Charlie tried not to look, not out of jealousy for Francine's large bust size, but by the fact the eel's chest had just minutes ago been as large as herself. Charlie hurried her pace with Francine blinking in surprise and pouting, thinking that she hadn't apologized sincerely enough.

Kim hadn't even bothered with a towel. After she had discarded her SUN suit it returned to its default grass green color on the bench, and she felt free of all constraints. "Mmm, that's some really good material, but nothing beats the freshness of taking a hot shower, yeah!" the chameleon rushed to the faucets and turned them all on at once, steam quickly starting to raise inside the locker room for the metamorph's gym. On the opposite side of the spectrum and unlike Charlie and Francine who only needed one towel, the towering Beth had to use three. One for her front and one for her back, while one helped cover her rather bulbous rump and her extra abdomen which protruded behind her like a tail.

"Kimmy, don't open more than four shower heads at once. That's wasting S.W.O.R.D.'s water." The bee girl said as she hung her three towels and tied her long mane of crimson red hair with a fourth she had been carrying in her hand. She didn't like to wet her hair under a shower head.

"S.W.O.R.D. can afford it. WE got it some extra funding off the military projects when we saved Boulder from that jackass Voltaic, didn't we?" Kim argued with a shrug, her own sizable and scaly rack jiggling with even the slightest of movements. Charlie was almost afraid to take her towel off when Beth went in a stall, getting lustful leers from the chameleon as the water hit Beth's royal white fluff and made it mat down against her round breasts, exposing the usually hidden nipples. The color symmetry on the queen bumblebee's body was palpable, both her shapely behind and impressive chest a golden yellow that made her look even more covetable.

"Damn, Kim's just eating her with her eyes," Charlie thought as she slowly took her towel off and left it at one of the hangers. She had always felt awkward about taking showers with other girls, even if it was perfectly normal; this was actually the first time all four of them did it together and it was making more nervous than usual. The truth was that even before her transformation Charlie hadn't really had a body to speak of. Her metamorphosis had finally remedied that it seemed; Charlie was the proud owner of a pair of Ds. But in that department it seemed she was destined to lose against the taller girls. Kim was well above a size or two in comparison, being 5 inches taller than Charlie to boot, whereas Beth would easily put a super model to shame given the size difference to, well any other girl really.

But then Francine walked past Charlie, towel still on. The French girl barely made it to get her head wet with some hot water before she was intercepted. "Oh c'mon, don't do that, shorty." Kim laughed as she confronted the smaller eel, who meeped and held onto her towel harder. Charlie made a note of how adorable the French metamorph looked without her glasses on, which she hadn't been able to appreciate during their training session.

"Oh, Kimmy! Don't bully Dr. LeFleur," Beth huffed, putting her hands on her wide, wet hips. Her stare was showing just how upset she was.

"Psh, we're between friends here! Tsk tsk, I won't allow this kinda crap," the chameleon grinned as she put her claws on Francine's shoulders.

"Mon Dieu, non! S'il vous plait!" Francine blushed and hiccupped, trying to tear herself away from the reptile.

"Hah, got all twisted and can't stop speaking French, huh? C'mon Sting, help me out here! It's for your own good, squirt. We'll get rid of that useless modesty!"

Charlie seemed bothered by Kim's blatant harassment, stepping forwards with the intention to stop Kimberly. "Ahh, actually, I don't think that's a good..." her hand reached out but three out of four pairs of eyes went wide at the same time as Francine's squirming finally made the towel fall off on its own.

"Eeeeek!" Francine screamed as the towel slipped and fell off her body, the brusque movements of her arms managing to knock Kim's claws away but also sent her own chest bouncing. For once in her life, Charlie saw Kim shut up completely. Beth didn't fare any better. Francine, red as a tomato, threw her arms around her enormous pair of breasts, no doubt twice the size of Kimberly's, and they would've been bigger than Beth's too had they been at a more comparable height.

"Holy cow, literally," was Kim's only response after a delay.

The shy eel meekly hugged her breasts in an attempt to cover her nipple while curling down a tad. But the sheer amount of eel flesh poking from underneath and above her arms due to the squeezing of breasts only made it impossible for Francine to hide the vastness of her sexy bits.

Finally snapping back from the sight of Francine's naked form for the first time, Beth hurried over to Francine and put a hand on her back while the smaller girl shook from embarrassment. "Francine! Dr. LeFleur, please forgive her. Kimberly can be such a KID sometimes!" the half sudsy queen bee reassured while shifting a glare towards Kim, who quietly had begun scampering away, fading away. "We can see the water dripping down on you, Kim! Now apologize to Francine!"

"Ew, busted..." Kim cringed, her scales returning to normal. She whipped her wet chestnut hair back behind her shoulders as she turned around, "W-well... You're feeling a lot more confident about yourself, aren't you, squirt?!" she laughed heartily, looking over at the shivering, half-wet eel before her confidence broke into a million pieces: "M-maybe not..."

"Don't pay attention to the pervert, Frannie. You're okay, nothing to be embarrassed about," Charlie added her hand to Francine's shoulder, whose headfin perked up slightly after finally noticing Beth and her.

"Ah!" Francine finally snapped back, straightening up slightly. "I uhm... it's just... I apologize for screaming. I just have never shown myself to anyone like this before."

"Wait, not even to a guy?" Kim added, but instantly grew silent when Beth gave her a: "Not now." Look.

"Tsk," Beth sighed and shook her head, "You don't have to answer, doctor. Here, I can help you wash your back. How about that?"

Francine shook her head no to Kim's inquiry, her tail still curled around her hips and her hands on her heavyset bust to cover all her privates. "I really have never showered with anyone else before. Not even my own mother. I... I was afraid to show myself, but I didn't want to step back from the invitation since everyone was coming and... and well..."

Charlie started noticing the strain in Francine's voice and decided to comfort her, "Hey, I said it's okay, right? You have nothing we haven't seen already when looking at the mirror. Not. One. Word." She lifted her middle finger in the direction of Kim's opening mouth while frowning. As a result, the chameleon remained silent and rolled her eyes.

"You don't have to force yourself to do anything you don't want, Dr. LeFleur," Beth continued with a warm smile, "We're friends, we can understand. Can't we, Kim?"

"Aw, c'mon. I just pulled her towel down, it's not like I held her head inside a toilet or something!" Kim groaned, "Sheesh, reveal a pair of huge knockers and suddenly you're worse than Hitler and Genghis Khan put together. Where's my damn parade?" she muttered the last phrase, folding her arms.

For what it was worth, Charlie was enjoying herself. This was both a way to see a vulnerable side of Francine that she hadn't expected to see, a side that made her more alike to them as normal girls than all of her prodigal background did. And on the other side of the field, Kim was getting her ass owned by Beth. "Beth's right. Look, I'll make sure she doesn't do that again, okay?"

"Uhm... d'accord. But Madame Richards, Madame Myers... you too, Madame Sanders," Francine smiled a bit, "Merci. You three are really my first and only friends."

"Aww," Beth couldn't hold a tear escaping her eyes, tenderized by the moment. Charlie nodded, and even Kim approached without any intent to ruin the atmosphere it seemed, "We'll always be your friends, Francine!"

"Yeah, we're comrades. We gotta do our best, right?" Charlie put her right thumb up, getting a solemn nod of approval from Kim. "Look, let's just get this shower over with and then we can convince the cafeteria guys to make us some pizza to have a proper celebration. You like pizza right, Frannie?"

"R-right!" the eel began to let her smile grow into a sunnier grin. Beth couldn't help herself and cuddled Francine, unwittingly covering the top of her head and her shoulders under her enormous yellow boobs.

"Heh, you're gonna drown her, Beth." Kim chuckled, half jealous and half amused.

"Oh, don't think I'm letting you scoot free after what you did to poor Francine, Kimberly."

"Ack! Cut me some slack Beth, you know me, I'm always looking out for the team... Just wanted her to know we could all be chill without the whole drama setup just now."

"No excuses, young lady. You're sleeping alone tonight," Beth stuck her chin up regally, a confused Francine blinking while Charlie could barely hold her tears of laughter back when Kim began to flail and protest.

"Oh c'mon, you're not my mom, Beth! Sheesh...!" the chameleon groaned, but then a devious smirk returned to her face. "Well, if I'm not getting any then... YOINK!"

"Ahh!" Francine meeped again as this time she felt the chameleon's palms pressing down on her sizable rack, Kim's fingers sinking onto her soft flesh, making her whimper.

Charlie lost her cool and jumped behind Kimberly to try to tear her away from the helpless Francine while Beth continued to reprimand Kim, but never really let go of the moaning eel either. "Don't grope her, you PERVIZARD!" she shouted angrily.

---

Damn, it feels like high-school all over again. Remember how much you used to tease me? Going through boyfriends like used bras, even the cute ones I liked, making me feel embarrassed because I was so much younger, still a little girl. I miss those times. Everything was simpler, and I could get pissed off without really understanding why. It would pass eventually, and then we'd go back to being friends.

Now it's really hard not to be angry all the time; not only at crime or criminals themselves, but at people as a whole. They fear what they don't get, and they don't get us metamorphs. They don't get that we didn't ask to be made like this. And now that they saw what two of them could do to an entire city, they can only react with anger when they see us anyway. On TV, on the papers. It's amazing how metamorphs have been a thing for longer than I've thought. Brazil, the Caribbean, even Europe has metamorphs. Rumors or not, I'm just glad that our organization is investigating them; we're in charge of protecting, studying and potentially reintegrating metamorphs, even the bad ones, back into society. But sometimes, it just doesn't feel enough, you know?

So... I decided I'd change that. I can't really sit back and do nothing. Not when my friends and other people that could be the same as us are being discriminated against due to misinformation. If our research team fails, if Frannie can't find a cure, what would happen to those that are metamorphs? To those that could turn into metamorphs? They can't be hidden forever; they can't be treated like outcasts. They need to be able to return into a world that will welcome them back and treat them as what they once looked like, but still are: Human beings.

---

Charlie finally stood back up, dropping a bouquet of flowers which she promptly grabbed and pushed forwards with a trembling smile while her hair obscured her forehead and eyes, "I still miss you, Chris. Sorry I haven't been back to Phoenix more frequently. But I'll be sure to come back soon and... and I'll tell you about me again," she said as twin streams of tears flowed down her cheeks. "You used to tell me a lot of neat stories back in the day, most of which I hated since you made me feel bad about not having a boyfriend. Fair's fair, right?"

Hours had passed, the sun was setting down. Charlie's tear drops were falling alongside the first few raindrops from the darkened skies. The concealed scorpioness allowed herself a few long, sad sighs, but clenched her fists to remain strong. Charlie's titled head froze for a moment as her internal ears picked up a sharp sound in the distance. Her smile gained strength: "...and there's my cue. Hear that siren? My boss' boss wants my head on a plate whenever pix come out on the newspaper; if only he knew just how many more times I have, and will, keep pulling these stunts, heh."

Charlie made a quick check before leaping into a tree, where she left her stripped down civvies. With only her blue SUN suit on now, Charlie summoned her black armor and landed back down on the ground. Stinger's facemask grew over her mouth, nose and cheeks as she uncoiled her scorpion tail and looked ahead where the sound of police sirens contrasted the loudness of raging thunder above. "I still got the same job. And it's to protect and to serve. Even if people don't think they want it from me, I know what's right, and I'll push forwards. Just watch me, Chris. Watch me do what I promised you I would do."

The arachnid metamorph disappeared from sight, dashing towards the nearest building which she rapidly wall-ran on before she could chase after the police cars in the middle of a chase by skipping along the rooftops.

"Gawdammit all! This was supposed to be an easy job!" the driver hitting his gas pedal down couldn't help being distracted by the flashing blue and red lights on his rear view mirrors.

"Shut up and floor it!" his partner, another male with hidden heads and juggling a bag full of money and a pistol in his hands, couldn't stop panicking "How was I supposed to know that crazy old coot had a shotgun?!"

"Ya weren't supposed to take yer eyes off the old man, that's how!!"

"Shit, look where you're going man, you're gonna...!" The driver's car and brain had been racing so fast that watching the road while avoiding the police at the same time had become a luck-of-the-draw with pedestrians. Luck had just run out.

"Aw naw, man! GET OUTTA THE WAY!" the driver screamed at his windshield, but it was too late. All he could do was kick the brake pedal as hard as he could just as a woman and boy crossing the road were flashed by the car lights. The mother threw herself in front of the kid with a scream, dropping her umbrella. From one moment to the next, nobody could see or hear anything as the car spun out of control, making several other now-aware pedestrians scramble and escape as the car impacted against a building's walls. A loud, permanent honking sound remained with the driver's unconscious form toppled over the wheel, while the passenger's door flew right open and his accomplice fled.

"Shit! I'm outta here!" the second man said as he set off, using the confusion as a chance to escape while the police searched the smoking wreckage.

---

"W-wait! I haven't even thanked you," the woman from earlier, now standing atop a rooftop and cradling her sobbing child couldn't believe what had happened. But her child, who she had decided to sacrifice herself for, and even she were both fine! A figure had come out of nowhere, leapt in front of the spinning car spelling doom to anyone on its path, and just like that, grabbed them and leapt thee stories high. Their savior was about to take off, concerned about something. The woman reached to grab the person's arm, "Please... I...! Ahhh!" she screamed and let go as the female turned around. Eyes black as night, a weird yet colorful outfit on her, but a decidedly scary tail hanging above her head all were revealed during a flash of lightning.

"Yeah well, you'd also look terrible if you'd just been crying, lady." Charlie shrugged, already used to bad reactions, and jumped off. The victim fell to her knees, cradling her child even harder now.

"H-has the whole world gone mad...?"

---

"Gah, hah... hah...!" the criminal couldn't believe his stroke of luck. His lungs burned, but still he pushed himself. He had to make it out. No, he had already made it out, but he had to keep pushing on, he couldn't relax for even a second. He had fortunately left the police behind a number of blocks ago. The constant running, however, had put a strain on his legs. "Must... stop... take a small breather... That dark alleyway's gonna be safe. Got my gun..." with a few final grunts, he made a push and sat atop a full metal trash bin, his inflamed lungs recuperating with much needed oxygen. "Heh... haha... hahahaha! That damn idiot, getting himself caught like that. Now I don't have to split the cash. Genius, freakin' genius!"

"Hey, couldn't help hearing that you got some spare change. Think you could help a pretty lady back home?"

"GAH!" the pistol's muzzle flashed with a loud bang as a bullet impacted a wall high up, "Damn, did I get her?"

"Just hold on a minute, Yosemite. At which point in a sentence with "pretty lady" in it do you put "bullet", huh?" Charlie was frowning right at the robber cuddling his money bag for dear life. After jumping from one wall to the one right beside him, she clung to it with her feet and hands, glaring at the criminal from above, her stinger ready to strike.

"Whu-what are you...?" the panicked man asked, clutching his money harder as the skies lit up again and he saw a scorpion woman menacingly staring at him from the wall, "Fuck you, freak!" the robber turned around to fire again, but Charlie's tail smacked the gun right off his hands this time.

"Wrong answer," the scorpioness said, diving down with an axe-kick to the face. Charlie held her super-strength back, but the kick delivered enough blunt force trauma to knock the guy out into dreamland. "Sheesh, you really gotta work on your pick-up lines, buster."

Charlie looked around, making sure there wasn't anyone else around. She carried the unconscious criminal and the money bag under her other arm, and quickly wall-ran up to the rooftops again. Knowing the area of Phoenix well, finding the nearest precinct was a cinch for the arachnid heroine. She made sure use the cable ties in her SUN suit pocket to leave the robber and his bag of money right at the station's foyer, making noise on the door with her tail while she blew a kiss to one of the security cameras before fleeing the scene.

---

A short while later, Charlie returned to the place she had been in before and dug through the tree to find her clothes inside her bag. After changing into her civvies, Charlie put her shades on, despite it being late night already, and gave one final smile forwards, before turning around and disappearing into the night.

This time, Charlie was accompanied by a long flash of lightning that illuminated the whole cemetery, as she left the tombstone of one: "Christina Richards" behind.

The End.