Lisa Ex Machina: Just Some Extra Money Edition Round 2!
Lori stared up at the hulking figure in terror, "w-wait! Just wait a minute!" She squealed.
Lisa raised on eyebrow, "why? Were you planning on waiting before subjecting our siblings to a metaphorical train of rapists?" She let out a dark laugh, "perhaps you are going to tell me you were planning on being a 'compassionate' pimp with toilet breaks and days off?"
"I was planning on at least using lube!" She gasped, and regarded the grotesque phallus with abject terror. "The thing will literally leave me in diapers!"
Lisa looked down to her with flat apathy, then moved her arm without breaking eye contact. The massive hand reached over to the bulging-stomached men and fumbled around in one of their pockets, then pulled out a packet of lube. Still staring her directly in the eye the massive figure tore the packet open and took a moment to gently dab the contents around the fist sized head of her Impaler before tossing the empty plastic to the floor.
"Satisfied?"
Lori stared at the barely slicked tip with horror. "I-I think the other guy had another packet!"
Lisa narrowed her eyes, then reached over to the pile. James was blocking access to the other man's body, so she grabbed his ankle with two fingers and unceremoniously flung him across the room, where he landed with a thump and a splat. Bill's lube packet was clenched in his hand, and had burst as the rapist had clutched it for dear life during his own violation, but even so Lisa's thick fingers scooped up what they could and smeared it across her bulbous lower head.
Now the head was halfway done.
Maybe if there was two more packets they could have gotten to starting the shaft.
"L-Lisa please?" Lori begged with tears in her eyes. "I'll do anything!"
Lisa paused. "Anything?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Lori nodded with a speed to blur her features. "Anything!"
Lisa made a show of considering her offer. "…Maybe we can come to an arrangement, seeing as you had yet to actually conduct the worst of your crimes. You seem to have quite a few connections with Carlota and her companions- if you agree to certain stipulations and turn on your fellow degenerates we can discuss a reduced sentence of sorts."
"Oh God, Oh god yes!" Lori blurted. "Whatever you want!"
"Excellent," Lisa calmly put her free hand between Loris legs and parted them with two meaty fingers.
Lori gazed down in horror, "Wait- what are you-"
"Why don't we start with you taking your medicine like a woman?"
It turned out that Carlotta's circle ran to many places of power in the city, even as far as the State Senate and beyond if the investigation was right. Ronnie was rescued along with a few other kids who had been passed around between the well connected circle members and while Lisa's methods were far from orthodox, her own connections and the utter inhumanity of the circle's crimes ensured that the few voices demanding accountability for the genius were swiftly silenced.
Lori herself got off relatively lightly, (aside from having to wear an adult diaper until Lisa 'got around' to cloning her a new anus) the family as a whole was under the impression that she had been dragged into the circle by some kind of blackmail and that she Lisa had worked together to bring Carlotta down. Lisa alone knew the full extent of her intentions and made it clear that she would be playing close attention should the eldest forget the price of her failed ambitions.
Alas, while the family as whole was appreciative that Lisa had 'saved' Lori (her expanded anus being blamed firmly upon the circle), they were less than enthused about her new found stature. For while the formula that had allowed Lisa to assume the form that Luna quickly dubbed the 'Futa Hulk' (and while bearing suspiciously pink cheeks no less) was a temporary measure, Lisa had found herself appreciating a body as strong as her mind was clever and chose to continue making and imbibing her solution to 'maintain her gains' as it were.
This brought about a number of changes; for one even ignoring that Lisa seemed intent upon flexing her authority as the now 'biggest kid' for the sake of obtaining 'willing' test subjects, as well all kinds of petty abuses as Lori had before her (Lori remaining oddly compliant with Lisa taking her position) there were other concerns. She ate far more than she did before, inducing more strain upon a thinly stretched budget and as unused to her mass as she was, she often tripped, fell and more than once simply stepped on a smaller sibling.
But all of these were minor compared to her newfound habit of literally flexing her muscle wherever and whenever Lynn happened to be in sight. For as long as the (LEGAL IN YOUR JURISDICTION) genius had lived Lynn had used her superior physique to win arguments, soundly defeat her in Dust Cloud Brawls and be a general nuisance. Now having seemingly effortlessly beaten Lynn in her own field, Lisa took the time to casually educate her now very little ("I'M OLDER THAN YOU!", "My apologies smaller sister unit, my auricles can't pick up sounds from so far a distance.") sister on what she had subjected herself and her other height-challenged siblings to across the years.
It didn't take long for Lynn to decide that she'd had more than enough.
The final incident was a Saturday morning, most of the others were out- but Lincoln had been 'convinced' to assist Lisa in her latest 'experiment'. Said experiment was obviously her now usual flexing, as it was just her on a mat in the living room counting how many times she could use Lincoln as a weight to bicep curl- since even one of her expanded hands were large enough to simply grip his torso and bodily lift the annoyed middle child.
"Three hundred and eighty one-" Lisa caught sight of Lynn sourly staring from the stairs. "Oh, greetings diminutive sister unit. Have you come to participate in this experiment? Or simply to admire?"
Lisa pointedly flexed- instantly tensing her already shining muscles to bring every crease and vein to the hard surface of her Olympian body.
Lyn grit her teeth as Lisa presented her unearned strength, "nah, I've got soccer practice- you know, actual athlete stuff to do?"
"Oh, and what precisely makes your little game so much more 'athletic'?" Lisa smirked as she started curling her brother once more, Lincoln's flat expression detailing a man who was Done With Today but still wise enough to Know Better than to complain. "The exertion I have produced in five minutes undoubtedly surpasses the force that your entire team will produce across their entire game."
"Oh I dunno- skill earned in hard practice," Lynn snapped as she advanced. "Effort in every day we go out, the drive to win even when its looks like you're about to take a big fall- all stuff that can't come outta a tube! That's what makes a real athlete"
Lynn glared up at Lisa, now at her feet. "That's the difference between me and you."
Lisa regarded her with some impassive expression, still curling Lincoln during their conversation. "I see."
Lynn was taken aback, "dang really, I though- HRRGLLK!"
"I suppose then I had better start pushing myself to match your high standards." Lisa smirked. "Fortunately, both you and Lincoln are perfectly sized for such a purpose."
"PUT ME DOWN!" Lynn ineffectually attempted to wiggle out of Lisa's grip, but her arms were pinned as she became Lisa's second human dumbbell. "THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT!"
Alas, Lisa still had many years of annoyance and petty gripes to work through and a physique that meant curling such light weights as an eleven year old boy and a possibly stunted thirteen year old girl was easily something she could do for hours. Which she did. Well past the time when Lynn was due for practice, and well past the time when the team would have tried to call her, started without her and then finished up.
Finally, as Lisa's arms started to weaken- or at least build up enough of a sweat to warrant a brief break Lisa Loud unceremoniously dropped the silent sports star upon her feet as she wiped the sweat off her brow with a convenient orange shirt that happened to have her brother inside.
"Thanks Leese, this is really how I wanted to spend my Saturday morning." Lincoln griped, still suspended in mid air.
Lisa ignored him, taking a moment to fish out another of her glowing vials from the belt of the bottle green set of short trousers she'd taken to wearing and dumped the contents into her mouth.
Lynn ignored him as well. But her eyes weren't simply glowering on Lisa as usual, no; her most recent humiliation had sparked a deeper loathing- and as she examined Lisa's form she made a deeper connection.
She looked over Lisa's muscles, the frame- how heavy it was, how the sheer, unwieldy amount of flesh would likely hinder her reflexes and mobility. She then took in every detail of the girl (?) in front of her, largely ignoring her muscles and instead focusing upon the green pants and the make of the belt's buckle and the pouche she wore upon it. Then finally she mentally measured the distance between Lisa's arms and the rest of her body, and made a quick estimation of just how fast Lisa had moved when she'd grabbed her. With her internal map of the house well grooved into her mind since before she could walk, the board was set.
Then Lynn Loud made her play.
Lisa moved the second she registered Lynn's dart forward and jumped to a full metre to the side with her impressive legs- exactly where Lynn had guessed she would as the Sport Star kicked off the wall and their paths intersected. The two thumped together, and Lynn hung off of her belt for just a second- jumping away milliseconds before Lisa's mighty hands would have ensnared her.
Lynn landed with a thump and a roll, easily finding her feet to suddenly dart towards the front door- Lisa's belt flapping behind her like a tail!
The genius cursed herself for not using a more advanced buckle- but the pouches were already secure so whatever Lynn was planning she couldn't get at her formula.
Either way though; clearly the Sport Star needed to be reminded who was the new Alpha- and Lisa lanced forward to do exactly that.
Her legs made large- quick strides that closed the distance, five metres- three metres! Lynn's silly ponytail would be in reach in but seconds!
But the Sporty Sister heard her heavy footsteps and grabbed the stair banister, jumping to use her momentum to swing her smaller than average body up over the first few stairs. Lisa stumbled and skid on the carpet for a moment before catching sight of Lynn taking the stairs two at a time. She growled and jumped forward, taking the stairs three at a time- before stumbling again as her foot caught on one of the stairs and she had to catch herself, the wooden underside cracking from the force of her enhanced foot.
"Aww, what's the matter Einstein?" Lynn's jeer drew her ups to the girl standing near the top of the stairs. "Having some co-ordination problems in that new body of yours? Maybe you should'a tried some sports- does wonders for teaching it!"
Lisa glared at up the grinning jock, breathing hard. "Do not lecture me about learning any subject!"
"Aww," Lynn rested on her heels, then knotted her hands behind her and playfully swished as if there were no threat. "Did I touch a nerve there? I'm sorry, but I heard that stair crack and I thought I'd chime in. But maybe I'm not the right person who explaining how to control that kind of strength- maybe you should go get lessons from Leni-"
Lynn jumped across the banister to the living room below just in time for Lisa to plow through where shed been, cracking more stairs with her face this time. Lynn gave a whoop as she parkour-rolled through the momentum and jumped to her feet, dancing back as Lisa drew herself up and glared down from above. "Cease this nonsense or you will pay for this Lynn!"
"Sorry Einstein I can't hear you over all that losing," Lynn cupped her ears with her free hand. "What's that- go sell your formula to that blue haired weirdo and keep all the money? Wow that's real kind of you-"
Lisa's eyes bulged as the idea of a certain alcoholic dimension hopper gleefully undercutting her potential market came to mind. "YOU WILL NOT SELL MY SECRETS!"
And she promptly bounded down- or at least attempted to, the moment she rested her weight on the banister it gave a hideous crack- and Lisa Loud's massive body belly-flopped nearly a full building story's worth of height. Her enhanced skin and muscle easily absorbed the impact- but the wind was still knocked out of her, and she could only stare up at her sister as she did a little dance on the spot, stuck out her tongue at her and then sped off into the garden.
The genius growled once more with her first breath and forced herself onto her feet and lanced forwards once more, bouncing through the room and following Lynn through the back door into the garden where Lynn was-
No where to be seen.
"Up here muscles-for-brains!"
Lisa's head snapped towards the voice as best she could- then turned bodily the rest of the way. Lynn was scaling the house from the side, effortlessly jumping from handhold to handhold. She paused a moment as she caught sight of Lisa's form and took a moment to wave the belt and still sealed pouch at her.
"Return to me what is mine!" Lisa jumped a full two metres into the air- nearly catching Lynn's foot before the jock pulled it out of reach. The giant girl grabbed a handhold- but the drainage pipe held for less than a second before snapping and throwing her back. She barely landed on her feet with an earth shaking thump and tried again- but Lynn was already further up now and her hands didn't even come close.
"Aww, what's the matter- you no climb good?" Lynn laughed, "I guess that big body isn't great for everything after all- HEY!"
Lisa threw another of Lana's discarded toys at Lynn's body, sharing the same fate as the first as the athlete dodged with monkey-like dexterity. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXPENSIVE THE MATERIALS FOR THOSE WERE!"
Lynn glared down as Lisa looked around for another toy to throw, then plotted her course- jumping at Lori and Leni's closed window. Quickly her fingers reached to open it- but found it jammed!
"LYNN!" The Growling Goliath drew Lynn's attention again. "YOU CAN'T DODGE FOREVER!"
Lynn smirked as she eyed the shovel in Lisa hand. "Don't have to- you can't aim for shit!"
This time Lynn very nearly caught a shovel handle between the eyes- but she didn't. Instead the handle smashed through where her head had been mere milliseconds before.
And then right through the eldest girls' window.
Lisa froze, her rage was suddenly extinguished for a moment as she realised what she'd done- then shook her head as she remembered that Lori was her bitch now until the end of time. But it was enough time for Lynn to smash the glass into a larger hole with the padded pouch and unlocked the window.
"Thanks Einstein!" She cackled, and barely threw herself through the open window before Charles' doghouse exploded against the open window frame. But the rain of splinters meant nothing to her as she lay on the room's carpet.
Lori and Leni's vent was in sight.
By the time Lisa finally ran up the stairs Lynn was long gone, needing only half a minute at most to properly open and escape down the chutes. Instead all the gigantic genius could do was angrily shove the vent cover back on and fume as she paced.
It was clear now: the vents had been her goal all along- everything else was just a method to distract Lisa long enough to prevent the larger girl from grabbing her in the time it would take for her to get through one.
How!? She internally cursed, how was I outsmarted by Lynn? In this form I should have both mental and psychical advantages over her- but she outplayed me this entire time!
Her body ached as she paced- splinters and scrapes making themselves known as her adrenaline faded.
"Dang it," she sighed. "All of this over her petty jealousy, what- IS THE IDEA OF A SILVER MEDAL REALLY THAT MUCH AN ANATHEMA TO YOU LYNN!?"
No answer.
But there was an idea, Lisa's clearing mind whirled at her own words.
"Silver medal… medals… awards," Lisa Loud found her strategy. And she marched from the shard-ridden room and towards Lynn and Lucy's. She smirked in her victory as she found the yellow shine of Lynn Loud's many awards.
"Lynn!" Lisa called out, bundling the trophies into a makeshift bag made of Lynn's spare sheet "I have a trade for you!"
No answer.
"I know you can hear me through the vents, so do not attempt any petty deception diminutive sister unit!" Lisa tied the bundle together- and slung the bulging sack over her shoulder. "I have taken your assorted trophies from your room. If you do not return the vials to me- then I swear by Darwin, Asimov and Dawkins I will sit on them!"
The trophies weren't made of a metal so soft as gold- but Lisa's new weight would surely ensure the cheap substitute they were cast from would fare no matter. One good landing and they would be unrecognisable- even if Lisa would likely get a few bruises in the process.
The house was silent for a few more seconds.
Then Lynn answered.
"All OR NOTHING!"
Lisa blinked, the voice came from downstairs, not echoing through the vents as she had expected. "I BEG YOUR PARDON?"
Lynn called up again. "ALL OR NOTHING. GET DOWN HERE AND FACE ME ONE ON ONE, WINNER GETS THE JUICE AND THE TROPHIES!"
Lisa shook her head, then laughed. "Do you seriously think- YOU WILL BE CRUSHED LYNN!"
"THEN COME DOWN HERE AND PROVE IT!" Lynn's voice sounded smug.
Lisa frowned, something wasn't right.
Her pouch was sealed in case a sibling wanted to try something they had no right to- not even her 'colleague' would be able to open it without trouble. But apparently Lynn still had one more trick up her sleeve.
Maybe it would be best to humour her- in case that trick involved something disastrous. If nothing else Lynn was usually honourable enough to stick to an agreement, and Lisa was more than confident she could destroy the smaller sister with a finger in a straight fight. "FINE!"
There was a moment of silence, then a sudden low cackle rolled up from downstairs. "THEN COME AND GET ME LEESE!"
Lisa growled and raced down the hall, pointedly taking the stairs one at a time this time to avoid cracking one with too much force again and upon landing at the bottom turned to follow Lynn's continuing cackles.
Straight into the kitchen.
Lisa's eyes were first drawn to something she had never expected.
Her pouch was discarded on the floor, seemingly thrown aside without care despite the stipulations of the bet.
The belt was still intact, and the pouch lid still locked. But said lid was very much ruined, the leathery flap cut open with what Lisa's mind suggested was one of the kitchen-grade scissors their parents kept in the kitchen cabinet.
The glow within indicated that the vials were still very much intact- but the moving mass in the corner of her eye confirmed Lisa's worst fear.
"Heya Leese…" Lynn practically purred as her own meaty and massively expanded hand gripped Lisa's shoulder. "Ready to rumble?"
Lisa turned to face her similarly hulking sibling- Lynn's lucky jersey was no where to be seen (surely to save it from destruction), but her usual red shorts were stretched to their limit around the girl's thighs and crotch (suitably bulging where Lynn's own phallus surely now lay). "I-you-"
"Took the stuff?" Lynn curled her arm to see just how much a bicep the size of an average man's torso could budge. "Yeah- in case today wasn't enough to get it through to you- I'm not dumb."
Lisa looked over her sibling in all her overly muscled glory. She calculated the disadvantages Lynn getting used her new form would pose to adapting her years of sports and wrestling training compared to Lisa's superior experience in their forms, then ran a few simulations of the likely outcome in a true contest between the two.
It took only a second to realise she could wait for the formula to wear off them both and the results would likely be the same. "… Clearly this is pointless- I no choice but to surren-"
"Great- I knew you'd be good sport'" Lynn's fingers tightened on Lisa's shoulder- prompting a wince from her, and it occurred to her that after a week of getting 'flexed on' Lynn Loud's infamous ego might demand more than a simple victory. "Let's just go in the back yard to do it- maybe drop the trophies off with the juice first though- carefully."
Lisa sighed as she realised a beating was inevitable and lowered the Bag of Bling to the floor.
"And Lincoln too while we're at it- don't want him getting squished." Lynn pointed to Lisa's other hand- prompting Lisa to look at the still held Loud boy in her fingers. It suddenly occurred to her that she'd spent the entire escapade with one hand clenched around her impromptu dumbbell- and from the assorted dust, splinters and dirt sticking to (and in) him he'd felt every tumble and crash.
The long suffering Loud stared at the two of them, bruises forming on- well honestly it was easier to expect that every exposed inch of would be some shade of purple in a few hours.
"Oh- can I go now?" Lincoln sourly queried, and Lisa sheepishly lowered him to the ground before releasing him. He less climbed out of her palm so much as rolled out and simply flopped over to the bag of trophies where he lay as if the collection of hard metal was as soft as feathers.
Lisa's eye darted around the room. "I think we should perhaps prioritise medical care for-"
"Get. Out." Lincoln's voice was muffled from the face down position he was on the bag.
"I-"
"Lynn?" Lincoln asked without looking.
"Yeah bro?"
"Break her butt."
"Can do." And like that Lynn promptly started dragging her hulking 'little sister' out for a more thorough education upon the finer details of athletics.
A/N:
Sometimes writing a piece takes you places you don't expect, in this case the aftermath of the last Oneshot became whatever this is :P
