There was a wicked flair to Kate's smile as she pulled the dog tags over her head and onto her neck - the sort of smirk that someone got when they were up to something devious. The smile remained as the dog tags suddenly glowed, their brilliant golden sheen filling Jane's vision for a moment before subsiding as Kate quickly tossed the tags back onto the table in front of Hetzer. "Trust me, ma'am - this is gonna be super useful." She grunted as she dropped the sheet she'd been using to cover up her nudity. "Gonna... restore some lost capability to the USAF..."
She'd used that term before, Jane quickly realized. A while ago, in a conversation about the one thing she'd always wanted to fly, but never got the chance to. That big, ugly truck of a craft that had nonetheless been enormously inspirational to multiple generations of kids. A craft that had been deadly, yes, but only because fools had failed to keep it properly maintained.
"Oh my god." A grin crossed the plane-woman's face. "Did you...?" Baron nodded, and Jane couldn't help but squeal. "Oh my god you did!"
"Did what?" Hetzer asked, an eyebrow raised. She got her answer pretty quick as Kate's skin began to rapidly shift its pigmentation. Rather than going to gunmetal gray, it became a contrast of white and black - and while the white sections were clearly gaining a metallic sheen, the shine on her black sections was different. More... ceramic in nature. The kind of ceramics that can withstand enormous heat strains... like the kind experienced on re-entry from the Earth's atmosphere.
Between Jane's legs was a wet patch of oil as she watched Kate's transformation progress, her hair becoming white and black in alternating strips as a NASA logo became emblazoned on her chest, contoured by a pair of increasingly large breasts that shifted to the orange shade of fuel tanks. As the rivets appeared up and down her body, Kate moaned at the feeling of her thighs widening, something emerging from them - a pair of incredibly powerful engines with incredible amounts of thrust vectoring, capable of carrying her into low orbit along with plenty of cargo. Wings were quick to follow, a massive delta wing that emerged out of a platform on her back that they could easily fold up into.
Of course, she wouldn't be a human-space shuttle hybrid without a cargo capacity... and Jane quickly got around to behind Kate as she guessed where that might appear. Sure enough, Kate's buttocks, already rather impressive, ballooned out into an alluring round, perfect, and downright huge ass - or rather, a cargo bay in the shape of an ass. Jane reached out to grab the hatches, just to test it out - the moan from Kate as she massaged the firm exterior confirmed that it was every bit as sensitive as it was juicy.
Unable to hold herself back, she spun the other lieutenant around, staring into her eyes for just a moment before driving in for a kiss. Metallic lips pressed into each other, gliding around, letting through rubber tongues that were desperate to taste each other's bizarre, half-person half-machine interiors. Her hands couldn't help but keep gliding down to that enormous rear end - Jane definitely had the more gigantic rack, but Kate's ass was quite literally out of this world. She scarcely resisted as Kate's thigh engines ignited, and within seconds they were blasting off, leaving behind a bewildered Hetzer and Park.
"Did she...?"
"Yup, looks like she did." Park shruged as she confirmed the other colonel's question. "Guess that leaves the two of us... with those tags."
"Hmm. I suppose it does." Hetzer leaned back in her seat, staring through the hole the two women had punched into the roof. "I can't use it, of course. Need to stay free of magical influence."
Park raised an eyebrow as she stepped over. "Really? What a shame." Biting her lip, she reached up to unbutton her uniform. "It's a noble sacrifice. One you should be compensated for."
The kiwi narrowed her eyes. "Colonel Park, are you propositining me?"
Her answer came in the form of Park dropping away her uniform jacket, quickly followed by pulling off her tank top below so that an impressive new pair of breasts could hang free, no bra restricting them. Hetzer stared up at the other colonel with a death glare at this conduct... for all of about two seconds, before shooting up and diving into the newly-minted woman's considerable expanse of cleavage.