AN: Glad people are liking how this story arc is going, I've been looking forward to this one for a while. And for anyone who cares, my new collaboration with LoudAutomata16, Archetypal (which you should totally check out if you haven't already) won't be pulling focus from Gigant. I intend to at least finish this story arc more or less along my usual schedule, and then we'll see where things go from there.
I also got a nice shout out from Debbiecync recently in their story, Grow, Adapt, Overcome, and wanted to return the favor. It's a pretty fantastic Loudcest story, easily one of my favorites, with lots of comfy moments, excellent lewd scenes, and the Loud sisters with super powers. If you haven't already checked it out, do yourself a favor and take a look.
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"Lori!"
The eldest Loud sibling's eyes snapped open just in time to see her bedroom door sail through the air and crash into the wall on the opposite side of the room, snapping into multiple pieces as it fell to the carpet below. Lori sighed, not for the first time regretting just how much more hectic life had become with multiple superhuman sisters now living under the same roof. She really needed to have a talk with Lisa, see if she could figure out a way to convince the little genius into reinforcing the house without revealing her own tendency to crush doorknobs like they were made of paper. It continued to infuriate Lori that she remained the only one of them who hadn't gotten the hang of opening a stupid door.
"Lori!" Hissed a voice from her now bare doorway. Right, she had this thing to deal with. Lori squinted her sleep blurred eyes, trying to focus on the clearly suicidal individual who had interrupted her rest, flinching away as the girl's bright yellow pajamas came into view. Well, that certainly narrowed things down.
"Literally what, Luan?" She growled, not bothering to hide her displeasure. Bad enough that the family joksester had invaded her space, presumably as part of a bit she we doing, but the younger girl's trademarked color was murder on her sleep deprived eyes. She gingerly turned back to the younger girl, and found Luan's face only inches away from her own.
"Lori!" Luan repeated for the third time, wringing her hands with worry. "It's bad, really bad! We need to talk right now!"
"About what?" Lori asked, suspicious. Luan certainly seemed sincere, but it was so very often true in this house that one's person's problem—
"About your color scheme!"
—was often very stupid. So very, very stupid. Lori choked down the rage that was bubbling up inside her, and took a deep, calming breath.
"My...what?" She asked, trying, as hard as she could, to not sound like she was only seconds away from murdering the younger girl.
"Your color scheme!" Luan jabbed Lori's tank top for emphasis and Lori winced in pain. That hurt.
"This, powder blue thing you've got going on!" Luan pinched a bit of the fabric and rubbed it between her fingers. "We need to change it! Now!"
"Why?" Lori growled, slapping the brunette's hand away. She resisted the urge to smirk as Luan flinched, and began to nurse the affected hand. Lori was the oldest, it was beneath her to be that petty.
"I-I don't know!" Luan confessed. "But I just have a feeling! We need to find you a new color scheme, and fast!"
Rapidly losing her patience, Lori prepared to respond with a scathing retort, but before she could, Luan produced a fistful of colored swatches and tossed them on the bed. Then another. And another. This repeated for some time.
"Blue's out." Luan said, sifting through the sizeable pile of color samples and now littered Lori's bed. "So's yellow. And purple, cyan, red..." She trailed off, seemingly lost in thought.
"Might as well rule out black right now, it'll just cause trouble later if we don't." Luan said at last, chewing her lip thoughtfully. "Pink too. And another kind of green. Oh, and another kind of blue. Might not ever come into play, but, you never know, right?" Lori didn't respond. Instead, she calmly slid out from underneath the covers, and began to make her way towards Leni's side of the room.
"Oh!" Luan smacked herself in the forehead. "I forgot some of the pastels! I'll be right back!" She hopped to her feet and dashed towards the door.
"Luan..." Lori intoned softly, as the younger girl reached the doorway.
"Yeah, Lori?" She asked, halting mid-stride and craning her neck around.
"Time for bed!" Lori roared. Luan had just enough time to hop backwards, narrowly avoiding being crushed under the heavy bed frame that now occupied the space she had been standing only moments before.
"G-good one Lori!" Luan called back, laughing nervously. "I guess we'll pick this up tomorrow?"
Lori didn't have it in her to respond. She crossed the room once more, and slid underneath the covers again, not caring about the colored samples that were strewn about in the process. She could worry about that after she'd gotten some sleep.
"Lori~..." Another voice whined from beside her. Lori rolled her eyes and turned on her side.
"That was my bed." Said Leni, her lower lip jutting out as she pouted angrily.
Lori shrugged. "It had to be done. Besides, its not like you ever sleep in it anymore."
"Linky and I use it when we play together!"
Lori's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Well maybe if you'd invite me to join you sometime, I'd know that!"
"Sometimes I need my private time with Linky." Leni replied, rolling away from Lori in a huff, and pulling the covers over herself. Again, Lori tried to calm herself down with a deep breath. It wasn't worth fighting over this right now.
Reasonably calm now, she laid down beside her younger sister and wrapped her arms around her, pulling Leni close with one arm and reaching for one of the girl's sizeable breasts with the other.
"No!" Leni shouted, slapping Lori's hands away. "Not tonight. You're being mean."
Lori growled in annoyance before releasing her hold on Leni, and retreating to her own side of the bed, rolling over in a huff. At least she could take comfort in the knowledge that all her sisters were accounted for. And since Sam wouldn't embark on one of her crazy schemes without Luna being involved, Lori could rest easy in the knowledge that Lincoln wasn't getting any action tonight either. For once, Lori could go to bed without having to worry about her little brother being in the arms of another woman.
Lincoln let out a very undignified squeak of surprise as a gigantic hand wrapped around his comparatively tiny body, and whisked him into the sky. For a moment he felt lightheaded as the now very familiar sensation of weightlessness that accompanied such trips kicked in. Mercifully, the journey ended as quickly as it started, and he quickly found himself suspended high in the air, staring into a pair of enormous brown eyes, obscured ever so slightly by a visor so translucent, it might as well have not been there to begin with.
"Why are those things even part of the outfit?" Lincoln found himself wondering aloud. "It's not even tinted! You can see right through it!"
The visors project a low level distortion effect which prevents bystanders from casually recognizing the Gigant, it's a security measure. Seven replied, matter of factly. But more importantly, it's there because it's part of the template! That's why you can't just change things on a whim! It has the potential to disrupt the essential functions of the uniform!
Glancing around, Lincoln could see that, yes, the now super sized Sid was wearing the same outfit that manifested whenever the other girls transformed, form fitting spandex in the girl's assigned color (though he noted that despite Seven's earlier outburst, Sid's shade of blue was noticeably darker than Lori's), accompanied by a set of white gloves, boots, and a scarf, as well as the aforementioned visor of dubious functionality. The one noticeable difference, as Seven had pointed out, was that Sid's version of the outfit left her shoulders bare. How very...strange...
"It wasn't on a whim, it was an accident!" Lincoln protested, shaking the wrist the bore the alien device emphatically. "And anyway, how's that any different from when you changed the uniform?"
That alteration was carefully and painstakingly planned out to the smallest detail, not a single molecule overlooked! And it provided a noticeable boost in combat effectiveness!
"Its a boob window! You took an outfit that already left very little to the imagination and subtracted material from it!"
I can't be blamed for your species' bizarre biology. Seven scoffed. Your ability to manipulate gionic energy hinges upon you being able to maintain physical contact with the subject. I'm simply working with the tools I've been given.
"SORRY TO INTERRUPT, LINCOLN, BUT ARE YOU FINISHED TALKING TO YOURSELF?"
Lincoln flinched as Sid's characteristically chipper voice, now amplified to thunderous volumes, washed over him, leaving a slight ringing in his ears.
"We should probably get back to dealing with this situation." He muttered, waving nervously at the all too attentive giantess.
It's far more likely that the situation is about to deal with you.
"H-hey there, Sid." Lincoln called out, trying to remain nonchalant.
"LINCOLN!" Sid boomed happily. "I'M HUGE!"
"I noticed." Lincoln replied, with just a hint of irony in his voice. Fortunately, Sid didn't seem to pick up on that.
"THIS IS SO AWESOME! EVERYTHING'S TINY!"
Lincoln's stomach lurched as Sid began looking herself over, inadvertently swinging the smaller boy around erratically.
"I'M LIKE ONE OF THOSE GIANT MONSTERS IN THOSE OLD MOVIES! DO YOU THINK I HAVE ATOMIC BREATH?" Lincoln's heart leapt up into his throat as Sid abruptly brought her hands up to her face, gasping in realization. "DO I HAVE A TAIL?"
Lincoln wasn't sure how to respond to that train of logic, but fortunately, he didn't have to. The world spun around him once more, and Lincoln quickly found himself standing standing on solid ground once more, albeit unsteadily. As he worked to regain his balance, Lincoln was able to ascertain that Sid had put him down on a nearby rooftop.
"LINCOLN!" The pale haired boy jerked his head upward as the sound of his name, and blanched as he saw Sid's enormous rear hanging in the air above him.
"LINCOLN!" Sid repeated, waggling her butt in his direction. "DO I HAVE A TAIL? TELL ME IF I HAVE A TAIL!"
"Would I be tempting fate if I said this couldn't possibly get any weirder?" Lincoln asked, unable to take his eyes off the now twerking giantess.
"Stop right there, evildoer!" Came a very angry shout from somewhere behind him.
At this point, I'm inclined to say yes, you would be.
In the last few months, Lincoln Loud had seen a great many things that were strange, titillating, and strangely titillating.
"LINCOLN? DO YOU SEE ANYTHING? I'M GONNA TRY WAGGLING MY BUTT HARDER!"
...case in point. But the girl standing before him was one such thing.
Near as he could figure, she was more or less his age. Long, raven black hair tied into a pony tail, set against dusky, sun-touched skin. It would be a rather attractive package if it wasn't for the incredibly severe expression she was shooting his way. However, that was where all semblance of normalcy ended. The girl was wearing something that vaguely resembled a school uniform. Like, the uniforms one might see at one of those really expensive, high end private schools. Primarily white with pink accents, and covered liberally with frills and bows, all of which were also pink. In stark contrast to the relative modest, if overdesigned nature of the garment, an incredibly short skirt and complete lack of sleeves left the girl's surprisingly toned arms and legs exposed, bare to both the elements and admiring onlookers. A pair of pink boots, and white gloves completed the outfit. Atop her head she wore a tiara, a simple, thin band of gold, surprisingly modest compared to the rest of her outfit, and decidedly unremarkable save for the small pink gemstone set within, which rested in the center of her forehead. The tiara wouldn't have been unusual in and of itself, Lola owned scores of the things. But Lola Loud was a six-year old girl with aspirations of princessdom, and an outfit which likely would have looked adorable on her somehow seemed...seedier, and less wholesome when worn by a girl roughly twice her age.
Lincoln was abruptly pulled from his thoughts when the mysterious girl produced a...magic wand(?), and pointed it directly at him. In spite of how silly it looked, Lincoln still found himself instinctively raising his hands in the air, idly wondering if this might be some kind of really weird, big city mugging attempt.
"I don't know what your plan is, but I'm stopping you and your giant monster right here!" It was a good line, classic superhero stuff. Would have been a lot more effective if it wasn't for the...everything, really. Still, A for effort.
Lincoln blinked in confusion as the significance of the girl's words set in. Giant monster? There wasn't anything like that here. Unless she was talking about...
"LINCOLN? IT FEELS LIKE YOU STOPPED LOOKING AT MY BUTT. I'M GONNA TURN AROUND NOW." Well this couldn't possibly get any worse.
The highly inappropriately dressed superheroine(?) jerked in surprise, only partially motivated by the sheer volume of the giant girl's voice. She lowered her weapon ever so slightly, and squinted trying to get a better look at him in the dim lighting. He presumed that the reason she'd been able to find him to begin with was thanks to his tendency to dress like a traffic cone.
"Did...did she say Lincoln?" The girl asked. Great, now the weird girl knew his name. This situation couldn't possibly get any worse. "A-And is that..." The mystery girl's jaw swung open like a rusty drawbridge, her shock suddenly very evident. "Is that Sid!?"
...oh hey, the situation somehow managed to get worse.
"I thought you said the visor was supposed to prevent this exact kind of thing." Lincoln muttered towards his wrist, trying to take advantage of the girl's surprise.
It prevents casual recognition. Seven replied. Clearly this girl knows your friend. Alternatively, the visor isn't function properly because you altered the costume template. I hope your satisfied.
"You know wha—AH!" Lincoln's retort was cut off as Sid's gigantic, smiling face descended from on high, coming to a rest only a little ways above the rooftop they were currently occupying.
"OOOOOH!" Sid exclaimed with interest. "WHAT'S GOING ON DOWN HERE?"
"Sid!?" The mystery girl repeated, evidently still in shock.
"You, uh, you know this strangely dressed person, Sid?" Lincoln asked, shooting his friend(?) a sideways glance.
"OF COURSE!" Sid giggled in response. "CAN'T YOU TELL IT"S ROOOOOO..."
The giantess trailed off nervously as the other girl snapped herself out of her funk, and began violently yanking her hand across her own throat, eyes flashing with murderous anger. Despite the massive difference in size between the pair, Sid was instantly cowed. Curious...
"Sid?" Lincoln prompted. "You were saying?"
Sid cleared her throat. "O-OBVIOUSLY I WAS GOING TO SAY THAT THIS IS OUR LOCAL SUPERHERO!" Once again, Lincoln looked the girl up and down. Stupid costume, check. Corny lines, double check. Yeah, that seemed to check out.
"SHIMMER SPARKLE RAINBOW PRINCESS, MAGICAL RON-RON!"
Silence fell upon the rooftop. Lincoln genuinely had no idea how to respond to...that, even with the insanity that normally characterized his day to day life. But "Ron-Ron" was growing redder by the second, her hands clenching her wand so tightly that it seemed like she would break the thing in half at this rate. Seemed like he should say something.
"It's...uh..." Lincoln fumbled, trying to find the words that would avoid escalating this...whatever it was. "It's nice to meet you. Ron-Ron."
"I didn't pick the name, okay?!" The raven-haired girl snarled, shooting a death glare at the giant Sid before turning her attention back to Lincoln. Great, that was exactly what he wanted.
"You!" She turned her wand in his direction once more, impressing Lincoln with the way she managed to make such a silly looking item seem so menacingly. "What the heck happened to her?"
"I GOT BIG!"
"I noticed!" Ron-Ron growled. She jabbed her wand at Lincoln. "How?"
Lincoln took a moment to consider the situation. "Sometimes when I kiss girls I turn them into giant superheroes" seemed like an answer that, while accurate, would only unnecessarily complicate things.
"NO CLUE." Sid shrugged. And at that moment, Lincoln saw no need to correct her. "MAYBE IT WAS SOMETHING I ATE?"
"Did tonight's menu happen to include nuclear waste?" Ron-Ron asked rhetorically. Unfortunately for her, such linguistic conventions typically didn't mean much to people like Sid Chang.
"UM...NO?" The giantess stroked her chin thoughtfully. "MAYBE I GOT BIT BY SOME KIND OF RADIOACTIVE ANIMAL?"
"Right." Ron-Ron rolled her eyes, turning back to Lincoln, much to his distress. "Well, traffic cone? What's your take on this?"
Lincoln bristled at the, admittedly apt insult, but held his tongue. "No, I can honestly say she wasn't bitten by anything."
"JUST LINCOLN." Sid added. The saddest thing, Lincoln ruminated as Ron-Ron turned her shaking, blood-shot gaze upon him, was that in all likelihood, Sid genuinely thought she was being helpful.
"You...did...what to her?!" Ron-Ron roared, suddenly seeming a lot less silly now that there were palpable waves of killing intent rolling off of her in droves.
"I didn't do anything like that to her, honest!" Lincoln protested. Turning to the giant brunette for help. "Sid! Tell her!"
"NO, HE'S RIGHT." Sid responded after a moment of consideration. The atmosphere instantly lightened, and Lincoln found himself breathing a sigh of relief. "I ACTUALLY BIT HIM. WHILE WE WERE MAKING OUT."
Ron-Ron rounded on him once more with an angry stamp of her foot, and Lincoln immediately curled into a ball, long honed instincts from years of living with sisters prone to violently flying off the handle at a moment's notice, finally kicking in. The key things, in his experience, was to protect your kidneys and your groin, those were the trouble spots. Particularly since there was something about this, clearly violence prone girl, that he was finding to be strangely terrifying and arousing in equal measure.
Fortunately, at that moment there was an explosion as something burst through the rooftop only scant feet away from where they were standing. When the dust settled, Lincoln found himself looking at a distressingly familiar tall, curvaceous woman, currently cracking her knuckles in anticipation.
"Oh good!" Lincoln called out. "Someone's here to kill and/or kidnap me!"
What surprised Lincoln most of all, was that he genuinely meant it.