Lori let out a small sigh of relief as she returned to the relative sanctuary of Lincoln's room. She glanced around for the sake of formality, mostly out of habit. Luna was still out somewhere, presumably with Sam. Following the incident at breakfast Luan had holed herself up in her room and remained there ever since. Not long after, an ashen faced Lynn had followed suit, seemingly shaken from having come very close to being flattened, and she had just verified for herself that the youngest Louds were downstairs, doing as they did under the watchful eyes of their parents, blissfully unaware of the the morning's drama. Lucy remained the only Loud completely unaccounted for, and Lori knew that actively looking for her spooky sibling was an exercise in futility. One did not simply find Lucy Loud, unless she wanted to be found.
Thus, content in the knowledge that she had done the bare minimum to adhere to the security measures that she, Leni, and Lincoln had agreed upon, and far too mentally fatigued to care any further, Lori let herself into Lincoln's room, pleased to find that the door had been left unlocked in anticipation of her arrival. She still had trouble with doors. An unlocked door was pretty manageable as long as she kept calm and paced herself, but a locked doorknob quickly turned into a lump of crushed, useless metal in her hand, she had no idea how Leni managed it ("I just, like, turn the thingy, Lori.") Lana had started asking inconvenient questions around the fourth time she'd been asked to replace Lincoln's knob in a fairly short amount of time, so Lincoln had opted to simply leave his room unlocked if he knew she was coming.
Lori was even more pleased to find Leni and Lincoln sitting companionably on Lincoln's bed together. For the moment, it was nice to be free of the drama, of the stress. It was just her, and her two favorite people in the world.
"So..." She asked, taking her seat opposite Leni, one of them on each side of their little brother. "I've been trying to keep mom and dad from blowing a gasket over the ruined table. Hope you guys have been working on a plan to fix Luan."
"Ya huh." Leni replied, nodding with that big Leni smile spread across her beautiful face. "Linky's going to seduce Luan."
Lori took a moment to dust the plaster off her hand before returning to her seat. Lincoln said nothing as he retrieved one of the many posters he kept on hand for just such an occasion, and applied it to the fist shaped hole now ventilating his wall. He figured he could do this about three more times before he'd have to bring Lana in to start patching things up. Again.
"You guys want to run that by me again?" Lori asked through gritted teeth.
"I said, Linky's going to—"
"Seven!" Lincoln yelped as he leapt back onto the bed, wrapped his arms around Lori's angrily twitching body "Why don't you explain the plan to Lori!".
Very well. The machine grumbled as Lincoln began to rub soothing circles into his older sister's back.
As you know, our hypothesis based upon the data available to us, is that Lincoln has inadvertently infused Ms. Luan with gionic energy. Lincoln's inexperience with the process has caused Luan to undergo a sort of pseudo-Gigant transformation, resulting in an irregular increase in her body mass, which is causing her no small amount of distress. Three heads nodded in near unison, signifying understanding.
Moreover, as we observed this morning, the process does not appear to be complete. Luan has continued to grow, likely as a result of the energy she was infused with continuing its function without any sort of oversight, and she shows no signs of stopping.
"Great." Lori grumbled. "Can't wait to see what April Fools is like when Luan's the size of a house."
Both Leni and Lincoln winced at the thought. "Well, at least we'd be able to hear her coming." Lincoln supplied, trying to find the bright spot in that dismal vision of April Fools Yet to Come.
Fortunately, it shouldn't come to that. Seven interjected. I believe I might be able to salvage the operation Lincoln began, manually take control of the wayward process in motion and correct it, assuming Lincoln can once again interface with your sister.
"And by 'interface', you mean..." Lori prompted, her expression showing that she suspected what the answer was and didn't care for it.
Lincoln will need to kiss Luan again, obviously.
"Obviously." Lori twitched in annoyance.
"And he needs to get to second base with her." Leni added, drawing perplexed looks from her siblings.
"Is that like, part of the calibration process or something?" Lori asked, uncertain.
"No." Leni interjected before Seven could respond. "But Linky's really good at being, like, touchy feely." She beamed at the younger boy and planted a kiss on his cheek. "And Luan looks like she needs to feely touchy."
"Touche, Leni." Lori replied, rolling her eyes.
"Touchey!" Leni sternly corrected her.
One quick detour to the kitchen, and Lincoln was on his way to Luan's room, a satchel of goodies at his side.
"Mom and dad want us to go to the movies as a family tonight." Lori had said. "But fixing Luan takes priority, so I'll convince them to let you stay home and take care of her. That should give you all the privacy you need to..." She grimaced. "Do...whatever it is you need to do."
It sounded all well and good on paper, but Luan was in a fragile emotional state right now, it felt wrong to try and ingratiate himself to her under false pretenses. Also, she was huge and kind of scary right now, which didn't do much to help his nerves.
You'll be fine, Lincoln. Seven said, in an oddly reassuring tone. You have proven surprisingly adept at gaining the affection of your blood relatives thus far, I see no reason why things should be any different with Luan.
"That's not something to be proud of!" Lincoln hissed, glancing around warily.
Truly? You seem quite content when you're with Ms. Leni and Ms. Lori. In fact, just the other day I distinctly remember the three of you—
"Lincoln?"
Hello convenient distraction. Lincoln turned his attention outward, happy to be pulled away from that particular conversation. Lynn's head was poking out of her doorway, the sporty Loud looking uncharacteristically apprehensive. He quickened his stride, and was gladdened to see that his older sister's worry seemed to abate somewhat, a small smile found its way onto the athlete's face as he made his approach.
"Hey, Lynn." He greeted her, smiling in spite of his nerves. "Feeling better?"
"A little." She gingerly stepped out of her room, quickly looking up and down the hallway before pulling her door closed behind her. However, Lincoln noted that she didn't actually shut the door, instead leaving it opened just a crack. "I was actually hoping to run into you."
"Really?" Lincoln drawled. "Well it's pretty luck you did. What, with me living all the way over there—"
"Shut up!" Lynn growled, cutting him off with quick shoulder punch. Lincoln chuckled as he rubbed the impacted area, now she was looking like her usual self.
"Listen!" Lynn waved her hand in front of his face to ensure she had his attention. "I wanted to get out of the house for a bit, thought I'd go for a run."
"Aren't you guys all going out tonight?"
"A quick run!" Lynn snapped. "I run fast! It's what I do!" She looked like she wanted to say more, but stopped herself and took a deep, calming breath.
"Anyway, I thought maybe you could..." Lynn trailed off, blinking in surprise. "Wait, what do you mean 'you guys.'"
Lynn looked him up and down. Then she took a long look up the hallway, towards Luan's room. When she turned back to him, she looked significantly less happy than she had been.
"You're gonna go to that, 'best brother in the world', thing that you do, aren't you?"
Lincoln coughed, embarrassed at the unexpected complement. "I mean, I'm going to try."
"You remember that she tried to kill me earlier, right?" Lynn asked, dryly.
"But she didn't!" Lincoln protested. "Besides, you were kind of asking for it."
"How was I supposed to know that this was the one day Ms. Pranks-a-Lot couldn't take a joke!" Lynn crossed her arms and looked away. "Besides, the only reason I didn't get flattened was because..." She cleared her throat. "b-because you...saved me." Ah, that was it.
"Look, Lynn." Lincoln stepped forward and put one comforting hand on Lynn shoulder. "You didn't need me to save you. I was just quicker on the draw than you were. And I didn't even do that good of a job of it."
"Seems like it was a good enough job to me." She turned back to him, lips quirking upward around her frown. "I mean, I didn't get flattened, right?"
"Actually, that's because our superhuman sisters stepped in to intervene. Which is also my fault, by the way." Is what Lincoln wanted to say. Instead, he just shrugged noncommittally. "Well, now I've got to try and help Luan. I mean, you'd want me to help you if you were feeling down, right?"
Lynn didn't respond, but her expression softened considerably. Suddenly, without warning, the older girl lunged at him. Years worth of instincts honed from countless sibling brawls kicked in and Lincoln flinched, simultaneously bringing his fists up in a sorry excuse for a boxing stance. Seconds later, his brain caught up, helpfully informing him that he didn't appear to be under attack.
I don't believe she is attacking you, Lincoln. Seven opined redundantly.
Lincoln lowered his gaze, ever so slightly, and found his field of vision obscured by a field of chestnut brown hair. This, combined with the crushing weight around his waist, led Lincoln to realize that Lynn wasn't attacking him.
See? I told you that you had a talent for this.
Lincoln ignored his companion, lowing his hands and awkwardly wrapping them around his older sister, returning her gesture of affection.
"Just be careful, Linc, okay?" Lynn asked, her voice strangely quiet.
"I'm always careful."
She snorted. "No. You're not. Ever. But try this time, okay?"
Lincoln chuckled in response, and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I promise."
"And...also..." Lynn tightened her grip on him, the hug going from tender to fierce in an instant. "Tell her that if she lays one finger on you, I'll break every one of her funny bones."
"I think they're all funny." Lincoln gasped, touched by the sentiment, even as Lynn squeezed the very breath from his body.
"Challenge accepted!"
Lincoln approached Luan's door with no small amount of trepidation, though feeling somewhat encouraged by that strangely heartfelt exchange with Lynn. He noted the telltale signs of her passing: large indentations in the carpet from her footsteps. Cracks in the wall on both sides of the hallway, presumably from where she'd lost her balance and tried to steady herself, unused to compensating for her increased size and weight. And, most telling of all, what could charitably be called her bedroom door. What had once been a stalwart defender of the teen aged girl's room, resolute in defending her privacy from all who might threaten it, now hung loosely in its frame. Only a single hinge holding it up by a metaphorical thread, while the door itself was covered in numerous, crisscrossing cracks. So numerous, in fact, that Lincoln was pretty sure he could actually see into the room if he squinted.
Lincoln leaned forward to test his theory, but misjudged the distance, accidentally thumping his head against the mass of wood.
"Ow." Said Lincoln, more out of habit than anything, surprised at how little the impact had actually hurt, quietly marveling at how such a thing could be. It was only moments later that his query was answered, as the door began to tremble, and with one final shudder, collapsed into a pile of splinters and broken dreams. Saying a silent prayer for his fallen foe, Lincoln carefully stepped over the remains of the door, and into his sister's room.
"It's traditional to knock before you enter a lady's room." A tired and irritated voice called out as Lincoln entered the room. A quick scan of his surroundings did not reveal his oversized sister, as he'd expected. But the large mound of blankets atop Luan's bed seemed like a likely suspect for its source.
"Okay." Lincoln said, clearing his throat as he crept towards the bed. "Knock, knock."
There was no response, so Lincoln crept a little closer before stopping again.
"Knock, knock." He repeated, straining his ears for a response. Finally, his patience was rewarded.
"Whose there?" Came a soft, almost imperceptible reply.
"Your brother." Lincoln replied, maneuvering himself a little closer before stopping again. One more, he waited for a response.
"My brother, who?" The reply came a little faster this time. Seizing the initiative, Lincoln tiptoed forward a bit more, now coming to a stop right in front of the bed.
"Your brother...uh...Lincoln?" He finished lamely. "Who is me." He held out his hands awkwardly, as if to say, "ta-dah!"
A pair of big brown eyes poked out from the folds of the blankets, quickly darting around the room before finally settling on Lincoln.
"That was...terrible." She said softly. "Really, really terrible."
Lincoln shrugged, not contesting the statement. "I'm not a comedian." He said. "I just play one in my sister's room."
There was a soft snort of derision as the blankets shifted, revealing Luan's face. She seemed to have calmed down since the incident this morning, but the older girl's usual cheer was emphatically absent. "Take my advice, kid." She said sardonically. "Don't quit your day job."
Apathy seemed like a much safer bet than anger, so Lincoln decided to push his luck. Unshouldering his satchel, he sat down on the bed, and leaned against Luan, quietly marveling at the size difference between them. He suspected she'd grown since this morning, but it was hard to verify exactly how much with her laying down the way she was.
"Come on, Luan. I thought you were my biggest fan." Lincoln felt his heart leap up into his throat as he felt Luan tense up next to him. Seconds passed, and he began to worry that he might have touched a nerve there. Then...
"Pffft. HA HA HA HA!"
Lincoln let out a soft sigh of relief as Luan's laughter rang throughout the room, quite possibly the first time it had done so that entire day. It was a good sound, and he allowed himself to relax for a moment, soothed by the cadence of the older girl's mirth.
"You're a dork, Lincoln." Luan said, fondly. She freed one hand from her makeshift cocoon to wipe a stray tear from her eye, while reaching out with the other and wrapping it around him. The motion dislodged a layer of blankets, and they fell from her frame, revealing a bit more of her shapely frame. Specifically, her enormous breasts, barely contained within her borrowed sweats, gently undulating up and down in response to their newfound freedom.
"And you're my breast friend." Lincoln said without thinking. As soon as the words left his mouth, he let out a quiet yelp and clamped his hands over his mouth, as if that could somehow contain the damage. Luan gave him a strange look, but, to his surprise, there wasn't a hint of anger in it. Wordlessly, she tightened her grip on him, and gently pulled him closer to her, until he was face to face with her mammoth mammeries.
"See something you like, little boy?" She asked, coyly.
"Busted." Came Lincoln's immediate reply. A moment passed, and the pair broke down laughing once more. Luan flopped backward onto the bed, still giggling, dragging Lincoln along with her, due to her ardent refusal to loosen her grip on him. Lincoln allowed it to happen, having little choice in the matter, and soon found himself cuddling with the larger girl.
"Thanks, Lincoln." She said at last, once laughter had downgraded to mirthful tittering. "I really needed that." She opened her mouth, as if to say more, but a loud grumbling noise emitted from her stomach, and she immediately closed it, reddening with embarrassment.
"Sorry." She said, wincing. "I...uh..."
"Got it covered." Lincoln reassured her. He reached one arm out towards his sachel, but couldn't quite reach it, constrained as he was by Luan's iron cuddle. He looked back at the girl, and gestured for her to release him. Luan frowned, seemingly not pleased by the request, but she complied anyway. Lincoln rolled towards the edge of the bed, retrieved his bag, then hurried back, his return trip quickened by Luan reaching out and yanking him back towards her.
"You left before we could eat." He explained, rifling though his bag. "So I made you some sandwiches." Finding what he was looking for, he retrieved a small armful of hastily wrapped packages. He handed them to Luan, who accepted the bundle gratefully, and then immediately began to tear into the parcels.
"I also, uh..." He fished around a bit more, before producing a usb drive. "I grabbed a few episodes of that show I was telling you about, the one that Clyde's into." Luan managed to tear her gaze away from the sandwich she was currently violating, and look at him, questioningly.
"That toku one." He clarified, flushing slightly, suddenly feeling self conscious. "I don't know if it's any good, but you like that stuff, so I thought...maybe we could watch it." He coughed. "Together."
Luan said nothing, looking at him, then at the flash drive, then at the deconstructed pile of meats and cheeses she was partway through consuming, and finally back to him.
"Where have you been all my life?" She asked, quietly.
Lincoln didn't know how to respond to that. "Right down the hallway, I guess?" He replied, laughing nervously. "Right where I've always been."
Luan considered this for a moment, then nodded. She set aside her half finished meal, and pulled Lincoln into a tight hug. "I guess you have been." She said, laughing softly as she nuzzled her face against his.
"Not to be that guy..." Lincoln began. "But they keep using this exact same footage in every single episode."
"Watch." He pointed at Luan's laptop. "That guy pushes the button to fire a missile. Then it cuts away to three enemy ships flying away from his ship. Then the ships do a completely unnecessary loop-de-loop right into the missile, which manages to destroy all three of them at the same time."
He could feel Luan shrugging behind him. The pair was lounging sideways on her bed, Lincoln playing the part of the little spoon to Luan's much larger spoon. It had been somewhat awkward at first, as the only way they could comfortably arrange themselves into that position was for Lincoln was to rest his head within the older girl's cavernous cleavage. But Luan didn't seem to mind, and Lincoln couldn't deny that Luan had the most comfortable pair of pillows he'd ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
"It's stock footage." She explained. "Filming this stuff is expensive, and these shows are made on a shoestring budget. So they try to reuse as much stuff as possible. Sets, costumes, and even entire scenes, just like that one."
"Is that why every single fight happens in that other dimension?" Lincoln queried. "So they can just keep reusing that same set with the fog and the black background."
"That's right." Luan giggled, tightening her grip on him and planting a kiss on the top of his head. "Look at you, Mr. Big Brain."
"How gracious, coming from Mrs. Big Bo—" Lincoln once again clamped his hands over his mouth. He hadn't actually said anything this time, but after his previous outburst, he didn't trust himself. Confident that he had things under control, Lincoln lowered his hands, and nonchalantly glanced over his shoulder. Luan was looking right at him, a knowing smirk on her face.
"Something you want to say, Linky?" She asked, teasingly.
"Nope." He replied quickly, and turned back, trying to focus on the show. Luan giggled, much to his embarrassment, causing the soft flesh underneath his head to quiver slightly. Then the older girl leaned down, pressing her cheek against his.
"Hey, Linc?" She asked, her warm breath tingling pleasantly against his skin. "I just...I just wanted to say that I'm really grateful for you being here."
"N-no problem, Luan." He stuttered, taken aback by the girl's sudden closeness. "Seemed like the right thing to do." They laid there, for a bit, enjoying the intimacy.
"I just don't know what happened to me." Luan said at last. "One day I'm perfectly normal—" She cut herself off. "Well, you know. Normal for me." She let out a self-depreciating chuckle. "And the next, I'm suddenly a giant freak."
"Come on, Luan." Lincoln protested, turning around to face her, trying to ignore the way she squirmed as he inadvertently manhandled her melons. "You're not a freak."
"Lincoln. There's a hole in my doorway where my head crashed through, and I'm so stacked I make Leni look like Lynn." She replied, dryly.
He couldn't argue with that. "But you carry it well."He replied, trying anyway. The flat, unamused look she was giving him suggested that he'd missed the mark, just a bit.
"Look, Luan." He began again, this time demanding his brain provide him with better words. "You've always been beautiful, and that hasn't changed. There's just...more of you now."
"You make it sound like I'm fat." She grumbled, giving him a squeeze.
"Certain parts of you are." His oxygen deprived brain briefly opined, but he quickly reasserted control over himself.
"The point is, you're not a freak. You're just different now. And there's nothing wrong with that. There could never be anything wrong with you." He wasn't quite sure when it happened, but at some point during his speech, he'd reached up and gently cupped the larger girl's face in his comparatively tiny hand. "As far as I'm concerned, you're perfect. And you always have been."
Luan let out a slight gasp, and suddenly her already large face looked so much larger. It took Lincoln a moment to realize that was because of proximity, though who was moving closer to whom, he couldn't say. Regardless, the comedienne looked absolutely lovely in that moment, and any doubts he'd had about that night vanished, as those last remaining inches between them disappeared.
"What am I doing?" Luan asked herself as she lay there, passionately making out with her little brother.
"Enjoying myself." She replied, as she felt Lincoln's tongue slip into her mouth, gently teasing against her own, eliciting an involuntary, but incredibly pleased moan from her. Wow, where had little bro learned to do that?
"With Lincoln!" That annoying part of her growled, strangely transfixed on that point.
"I know!" Luan took Lincoln's tiny hands in her own and pressed them against her enormous breasts, shuddering as the younger boy's small, but strangely talented hands danced over the surface of her pleasure peeks. "And he's distressingly good at this!"
Luan rolled onto her back, pulling the boy along with her. Lincoln clearly knew what he was doing, and Luan had every intention of allowing her little brother the space he needed to work his craft. Reluctantly, but realizing that air was quickly going to become an issue at this rate, she broke the kiss, just for a moment, allowing the younger boy to come up for air. It seemed she had made the right decision, as he immediately began to greedily suck in lungfulls of precious, life preserving oxygen. Luan giggled at the sight, and chose to allow him a few more moments respite. With the way her motor was revving, it was likely to be the last bit of rest he'd get for a while.
And there, in that instant, at least to her hormone addled brain, everything seemed perfect. Lincoln straddling her, his love struck eyes illuminated by the light of moon peeking through the window. That same light, suddenly...vanishing...as the night sky outside was suddenly replaced by a giant...eyeball?
"What...the—" That was all Luan was able to say before an enormous hand came crashing through her bedroom wall, and her world went black. A moment later, her vision returned. But as she lay there, head swimming from the suddenness of it all, she instantly realized that something very important was missing.
"Lincoln!" She called out, trying to get to her feet, and immediately falling to the ground as her body began to convulse. Pain wracking her body as tiny yellow sparks began to dance along her skin.
Lincoln gulped fearfully as the world around him went black, twisting and turning as he lost all sense of orientation. It was a sensation that had become far too familiar to him as of latte. Eventually, things settled enough, that he was able get his bearings, somewhat. He still couldn't see anything, but knew, intrinsically that it wasn't from blindness. He reached out and felt around a little, confirming his suspicions. Fingers. Yep, he was being held in an enormous hand. And seeing as how Lori and Leni weren't the type to destroy their own family home, that left a distressingly short list of suspects as to who his captor could be. Once again, vertigo overtook him as the ground beneath him surged upward, and then vision, at last, as his prison began to unfurl around him.
"HELLO, LINCOLN." He winced, at the sheer volume of the greeting. Once the discomfort had passed, he finally managed to get a good look at his captor, and nearly collapsed with relief.
"Hey, Maggie!" He shouted up at the raven haired girl
A small smile broke out across the girl's face. "YOU REMEMBER ME?"
"Of course!" He looked around noting that, as he suspected, he was suspended a considerable distance off the ground, held within the giantess' palm. "Not that I'm not happy to see you—"
"I'M HAPPY TO SEE YOU TOO!"
"Fantastic!" He squawked in surprised as the giant girl took him in both hands and began to nuzzle her enormous cheek against him.
"Maggie!" He shouted, trying to get her attention.
"WHOOPS." She released him from her grip, carefully tilting her palm so he had a flat surface to sit upon. "SORRY ABOUT THAT. I GUESS I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY."
"That's fine!" He called back. "But speaking of being carried away..." He trailed off, and gestured around him, feeling like the situation spoke for itself.
"OH." She said, apparently realizing what he was getting at. "RIGHT. UM, I GUESS I'M KIND OF KIDNAPPING YOU."
"Ah." Lincoln replied, unsure how to respond to sucha frank admission. "Any chance you could...not? I was kind of in the middle of something. And..." He blinked as a brief flash of memory returned to him. "And I think you might have smashed my house. Just a little."
"NOPE." Maggie shook her head emphatically. "BUT DON'T WORRY! I'M TAKING YOU SOMEPLACE SAFE!"
Lincoln had been about to respond by saying that this was, under normal circumstances, a perfectly safe neighborhood. But circumstances immediately conspired to prove him wrong.
"Look out!" He shouted, pointing past the giant girl's head. Maggie, for her part, immediately jerked her head to the side, just in time to avoid being smacked in the head by a flying car. There was a loud crash as the improvised missile smashed into the ground some distance below them.
"HEY!" A voice cried out. In unison, Lincoln and Maggie both turned towards the source, and Lincoln let out a gasp of surprise. There stood Luan, every bit as large as Maggie, and looking considerably more angry, her modesty barely preserved by two strings of clothing fragments that had inexplicably stretched out just enough to form a sort of makeshift bikini. She strode forward purposefully, seemingly undeterred by her state of undress, every step audible as her enormous feet crashed against the ground, her significantly more enormous breasts swaying in the wind, straining to be freed from their precarious confines. She stopped a short distance away, relative to her current size, and gestured threateningly at the raven haired giantess with one gigantic fist.
"GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER!" She snarled, eyes flashing with barely repressed rage.