And that's all that you recall from that night?
"Yes!" Lincoln kept his voice low, mindful of his slumbering, oversized sister. "We..uh" He coughed, embarrassed. "We kissed, yeah...a-accidentally, but that!" He gestured towards Luan, "Shouldn't have happened!"
How so?
"Because this has never happened any other time when I've kissed Leni or Lori? Because you have a big song and dance you need to go through before you transform someone—"
I am physically incapable of singing or dan—
"Yeah, yeah." Lincoln cut off the frustratingly literal minded machine entity. "And most notably, because she's big." Lincoln held out one hand to indicate how the already existing size discrepancy between himself and Luan had been further exacerbated by her unintentional upscaling. "But she's not unreasonably big."
Define 'unreasonable'.
"If this was a normal transformation, the house wouldn't be standing by this point." Lincoln stated plaintively. His eyes then narrowed in suspicion. "Wait, how is it that none of this stuff has occurred to you by now?"
It has. Seven replied. Quite some time ago, and neigh instantaneously. But I wanted to test your own deductive skills. He paused. You have performed passably. I suppose that is a significant accomplishment by your standards.
"Gee, thanks." Lincoln rolled his eyes. "Now can you hurry up and tell me what went wrong here?"
I have...a theory. There was an uncharacteristic hitch in the machine's voice, a hint of uncertainty that Lincoln was unused to hearing from his normally unflappable advisor.
"Care to share it?" Lincoln asked, when an explanation failed to be forthcoming.
Not yet. Too much data remains unprocessed. For now, we should rejoin your sisters and inform them as to what has transpired.
"I'd love to." Lincoln replied. "Only one problem."
And that is?
Lincoln jerked in place, straining against Luan's ironclad grip, but the arm wrapped around his midsection failed to budge in the slightest.
Ah. Yes, that is a problem.
"She's not Leni strong. But she's got a real good grip on me." Lincoln was panting from the exertion.
I may have a suggestion. I have little knowledge of the inner workings of your species, but based on your previous interactions with your sisters, I believe proper stimulation might provide an opportunity to escape unnoticed.
"Meaning?"
In the words of Ms. Leni, I believe you should 'Feel her up.'
Lincoln's eyes widened, his mouth forming a perfect "O" as realization set in. Against his will, his eyes were drawn to Luan's now substantially enhanced curves, the pair rising and falling in near synchronicity as the slumbering girl softly breathed in and out.
As I recall, Ms. Leni seems to enjoy it when you—
"I know what Leni likes!" Lincoln snapped irritably. He then immediately facepalmed with his free hand, realizing not for the first time just how commonplace his degeneracy had become. Well, no time to dwell on that now, circumstances dictated that he cop a feel on yet another one of his sisters.
Lincoln gently reached out one trembling hand and carefully brushed away a few remaining scraps of Luan's shredded pajama top, taking special care to refrain from making contact with her skin just yet. His task completed, Lincoln took a deep breath, then as gently as possible, cupped her right breast in his hand. He froze as the older girl began to stir, taking advantage of the cessation of activity to marvel at the fact that despite holding a little handful of Luan, a significant amount of her soft, maiden's-flesh bulged outward, incapable of being tamed by his all too inadequate hands. Eventually, Luan settled once more. Lincoln wasn't completely certain, but her smile seemed more pronounced than it had been previously.
Steadying himself once more, and all too aware of the extremely pronounced erection he was now sporting, Lincoln began to slide his fingers up his older sister's mountainous mammary, desperately trying to ignore the fact that Luan was visibly beginning to quiver in his grasp. Once he'd completed his assent, he steeled his nerves one last time, planted one trembling thumb atop Luan's noticeably erect nipple, and pressed down upon it, as if he was igniting the world's softest, and most tantalizing lighter.
"Oooooooh."
The effect was instantaneous. Luan let out a low, elongated moan of pleasure, clearly appreciating his ministrations. It was...distracting. So much, in fact, that Lincoln nearly missed his opportunity. As Luan's body spasmed in delight, there was a brief instant where her grip had loosened sufficiently. It proved to be exactly what Lincoln needed. With reflexes born largely out of instinct Lincoln slid out of Luan's grasp like a snake, rolled off the bed and landed onto the floor, harnessing the momentum of the tumble to spring back to his feet, with nary a moment wasted. Lincoln spared one last, longing glance at his still squirming sister, and quietly made his exit into the hallway.
Lincoln started heading towards Lori and Leni's room, but stopped himself, deciding to first stop by his own room. Since he was up, he might as well change his clothes. No need to unnecessarily complicate things by meeting with the girls while still smelling like Luan. Lincoln slowly made his way down the hall, seemingly managing to make it to his bedroom door without waking anybody else up. Once there, he gently cracked open the door, slipped inside, and allowed himself a small sigh of relief. No need to further complicate the situation by drawing unnecessary attention.
He started towards his closet, then froze, puzzled. Because Lincoln had not slept in his bed the previous night, it stood to reason that his bed should still be in the same condition as it had been when he'd made it the previous morning. Instead, the bed was in a notable state of disarray. Moreover, it looked a lot lumpier than a vacant bed should be. Once again entering stealth mode, Lincoln cautiously crept towards the bed. Now, considerably closer than he had been, he could hear the low rumble of snoring from beneath the covers. Clearly someone had decided to occupy his vacant bed, the only question was who?
Arriving at his destination, Lincoln grabbed hold of the covers, and gently pulled them down. The first thing he saw was Lori and Leni, sleeping peacefully in a loving embrace. The second thing he was was blackness, as the world around him suddenly disappeared. It happened so fast that brief rush of wind past his ears and the warm, soft sensation currently suffusing his body on all sides, being the his only indication that he hadn't suddenly been struck blind by the sight.
"Mornin, little brother." Lori murmured sleepily, nuzzling her face into his, affectionately.
Sniff, sniff
"Linky?" Leni asked, equally groggy. "Why do you smell like Luan?
"...And then I came back here." Lincoln concluded. He and the girls were sitting in a semi-circle atop his bed, having deemed the situation severe enough that it warranted a cease to their impromptu cuddling session.
"You kissed Luan?" Lori asked, crossly.
"She actually kissed me." Lincoln corrected her. "And she didn't do it on purpose, we sort of...fumbled into it."
"I thought Lynn said that a fumble was when you didn't score?" Leni opined. Lincoln and Lori briefly exchanged glances, neither certain as to how literal minded their sister was actually being.
"And then you did that...zappy thing you do?" Lori continued. She looked around, suddenly worried, as if expecting a giant Luan to come bursting through the walls at any moment.
"I don't do that!" Lincoln protested. "Seven's the one who makes all that, embiggening...stuff happen. I just give the energy a place to go." He looked down at the device on his wrist. "Right, Seven?"
Actually...on this occasion, I think you might have, Lincoln.
"What is it that you are trying to say, Seven?" Leni pipped up.
I don't have enough data to be certain, but what I do have seems to support this hypothesis. You'll recall my mentioning that the males of your species react strangely to the energies I infuse you two with to enable your transformations. That is why Lincoln serves as a medium for the transference, as he is unable to harness the energy for himself.
Lori and Lincoln nodded in acknowledgement, remembering their previous conversation on the topic. Leni had started to shake her head, but seeing her siblings reactions, quickly changed it to an eager nod of agreement, the nervous smile on her face rendering the change somewhat pointless.
As Lincoln said, I did not initiate an energy transfer when he and Luan were intimate with each other.
"Really poor choice of words there, pal..." Lincoln gulped nervously as a large, throbbing vein suddenly appeared on Lori's forehead.
I have also checked my records, and can confirm that level of energy I am currently storing has remained consistent since your last encounter. Meaning that I could not have caused your sister's transformation.
"Meaning...?" Lori asked, giving Lincoln a sidelong glance.
It is my belief that by continuing to have served as a medium for gionic energy transference, Lincoln's body has somehow learned to produce its own supply of energy. In essence, he has become a sort of organic battery. Its fascinating, really, I've never seen anything like it.
"So, Linky gave Luan the zappy zap?" Leni asked, her features scrunched up in concentration.
Correct. Seven affirmed. Lincoln, as an organic being, does not possess the same safeguards I do. When he found an appropriate vessel, his body instinctively discharged his stored essence inside of it. Though, I suppose a 'premature discharge' would be a more fitting term, seeing as how there was no need to do so at the time.
Lincoln slapped his hand against his face, groaning at the extraterrestrial device's continued misuse of the english language. He then noticed that Lori had begun to extend her arm in his direction. Lincoln opened his mouth to ask what she was doing, but before he could Lori's pinky finger lazily slid out, and with the all the gentleness of the first snow of winter settling onto the ground, flicked him in the forehead.
"Ow!" Lincoln cried out, as the blow sent him reeling backwards, and very nearly tumbling to the ground. As obvious as it was that Lori had tried to be gentle, it still felt like he'd been pelted in the head by one of Lynn's baseballs.
"Linky!" Leni cried out, pulling the boy close and planting a soothing kiss on his injured face.
"Lori! Don't be mean to Linky!" She admonished her older sister.
"Sorry little bro." Lori did look genuinely sorry, clearly having underestimated her own strength. Then her frown returned. "But you already have two busty girlfriends!" She gestured, indicating herself and Leni. "And then you just, went and made yourself another one!"
His forehead still throbbing as it was, Lincoln was suddenly glad he'd refrained from mentioning the very pleasant chat he'd had with a certain, buxom, raven haired giantess only a day earlier. It seemed like that knowledge could only make the situation worse. Fortunately, Seven unexpectedly came to his rescue.
"You do seem to have a type, Linky." Leni added, unwittingly proving his point. Nestled as he was within her cavernous cleavage, Lincoln felt like it would be futile to argue the point.
"Et tu, Leni?" He asked wryly, taking a different approach.
"Bless you." Sometimes he couldn't tell if the older girl did that on purpose.
With all due respect, Ms. Lori, Seven interjected, getting them back on track, Lincoln is not at fault here.
"I'm not?" Lincoln asked, blinking in surprise.
"He's not?" Lori echoed, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Indeed. Seven affirmed. Transforming an organic lifeform into a gigant is an extremely complex process, that is why devices like myself were constructed to guide the process. Subverting the laws of physics is no small feat, one does not simply 'make' something bigger.
Elsewhere, the eldritch embodiment of evil, more colloquially known as "Darkness", "Mr. Darkness" to his new hire, and that inutterable growling noise Fiona made in her throat whenever he pushed her too far, was peering over a batch of reports sent over from marketing. Suddenly, he felt the physical body he'd constructed for himself tense up in a way that was, strange and unfamiliar to him. Just as he was about to vocalize his surprise, his body spasmed violently, and he...sneezed.
"I don't remember giving this body the capability to do that." He murmured to himself, quietly marveling at one of the rare moments of genuine surprise he'd ever felt in the span of his timeless existence.
Without the proper training necessary to guide Luan's transformation, Lincoln simply poured himself into her—
"Oh come on!" Lincoln shouted in annoyance.
—and without further instruction, the energy simply sat there, likely dispersing on its own over time. That would explain the delay in her growth, as well as the...aberrant growth she experience elsewhere.
"Great." Lori grumbled, sighing in exasperation. "Alright, so...just how big are we talking?"
Lincoln took a brief moment to run through what he could remember. He reached out and cupped Lori's breasts experimentally, eliciting a squeak of surprise from the older girl.
"L-Lincoln!" She shouted, her cheeks, tinged pink with pleasure decidedly at odds with the anger in her tone.
Lincoln ignored her and continued his examination. Satisfied, he proceeded to fondle Leni's more sizable bosom. She, by contrast, merely cooed in delight, and leaned forward so that he could get a better grip.
"I'd say closer to Leni's." Lincoln announced, nodding appreciatively at the fashionista.
"I win!" Leni cheered, once again grabbing the younger boy and yanking him close for a kiss and a cuddle.
"I was asking how tall she was!" Lori growled, pulling the pair apart. "And you!" She jabbed one finger towards Leni. "You need to get control yourself!"
"But I missed Linky." Leni protested, pouting cutely.
Lori wasn't unsympathetic, she'd missed their little brother herself. With how close the three of them had become as of late, it felt...strange, alien for them to be separated for any period of time. And it wasn't a feeling she particularly enjoyed. Still, they needed to focus.
Suddenly, the human stomachs in the room began to growl loudly.
"Uh..." Lincoln chuckled in embarrassment, and glanced at his clock. "Maybe we should continue this after we get some breakfast in us."
Lincoln poked his head out of his bedroom and quickly swept his eyes across the hallway. Much to his relief, the hallway appeared vacant. Good, he had no desire to invite unwanted questions, like why his two eldest sisters were hanging out in his room this early in the morning. Motioning to the girls, Lincoln slipped outside and casually began to head towards the stairs. As previously agreed upon, he was given an opportunity to get some distance away from his room before Lori took her leave, followed by Leni shortly after. It would still look strange for them to be there, seeing as the girls' room was on the opposite end of the house, but it was considerably less suspicious than the three of them moving as a unit. Upon reaching the stairs, Lincoln allowed himself a small sigh of relief, feeling like he was in the clear, and he began to make his way downstairs, heartened upon hearing the familiar footfalls of Lori and Leni following suit soon after.
As he descended the stairway, Lincoln heard the distinct, melodic tone of something both delectable and not especially healthy sizzling in a skillet. An experimental sniff of the air downstairs confirmed his suspicions. Eggs and bacon. Somebody was making breakfast. Perhaps, a bit more eager than he should be, Lincoln cleared the last few steps with a short hop, and wheeled into the kitchen, trying to resist the urge to lick his lips.
The sight there was a welcomed one. As he suspected, mom was manning the stove, platters of already prepared food set off to the side while she worked to prepare the latest batch, her spatula sending food flying two and fro in a dance that was, nevertheless, fully within her control. Years of having to feed their oversized family clearly paying off, a master at her craft. Not far away sat Lynn, sipping a glass of juice as she eyed the mounting pile of bacon with laser-like focus.
"Hey, Stinkon!" She greeted him, her jovial tone and the smile on her face taking the sting out of the nickname. But he couldn't fault her on her good mood, bacon day was a special day.
"Lynn." He replied, returning the greeting with a nod of his head. It seemed to him that her smile got a little bigger, but that was more than likely due to the telltale thump that signified the addition of new members to the bacon pile. He discretely ran one hand across his mouth, just to make sure he wasn't drooling. Suddenly, Lynn's expression changed entirely, her cheerful exuberance now replaced with .
"Lori." She growled, tightening her grip on her glass. "Leni." She added in the same tone, indicating that his sisters had joined them.
"Morning, Lynn." Said Leni, blissfully unaware of her little sister's ire. The blonde straightened in place as the sights and sounds of the kitchen at work caught up to her, she drifted towards the stove, caught in breakfast's magnetic pull. Lori wasn't so easy to placate.
"What's up your butt?" She asked, irritably. Lori stopped in the doorway and leveled a glare at her younger sister.
"Nothing." Lynn replied, pursing her lips. "Absolutely, nothing."
Lincoln winced at the naked animosity on display. Those two had been at each other's throats for a while now, and for the life of him, he just couldn't figure out why.
"Kids?" Rita called out, not taking her eyes off her work. "Would you mind setting the table? We'll be ready to eat once I finish this last batch." She slid the already prepared platters of food further down the counter.
"Sure, mom." Leni chirped reaching fo the food. Thinking quickly, Lincoln slipped in and snatched up the platter of bacon before she could. Leni blinked in surprise, presumably at how eagerly he'd done so, , but she took it in stride, shrugging her shoulders and moving to pick up the remaining egg platter.
"Hey, Lynn!" Lincoln called out, inserting himself in the middle of his remaining two sisters. He held out the platter and waved it around for emphasis. Immediately, the athlete's gaze turned from Lori, to him, and then platter in his hands, locking upon the still sizzling meat with the same sort of intensity she normally only exhibited when she was in the middle of a competition. Lincoln experimented by moving the platter some more, first side to side, then up and down. Lynn's gaze followed its movements with near perfect precision.
"Come on Lynn, the sooner we get set up, the sooner we can eat." With that Lincoln spun around and started heading towards the door, giving Lori a knowing wink as he passed her. The older girl's only reply was a sniff of indifference, her frown remaining upon her face. Her animosity apparently forgotten for the moment, Lynn hopped to her feet and quickly followed after him.
Lincoln headed towards the dining table, Lynn trailing in his wake, and Leni following shortly behind. Once there, the trio set about preparing the dining area. Glasses, forks, plates and napkins were swiftly retrieved from their respective storage places and spread around in uniformed dining sets both quickly, and efficiently. If there was one thing Louds knew how to do, it was eat.
Lincoln was putting the finishing touches on the final place setting when his ears perked up, detecting the sound of heavy footfalls descending from on high. Dad was out at the restaurant, Mom and the eldest girls were here with him, and there was no way his little sisters would be making noises like that. Which meant, either something terrible had escaped from Lisa's lab (again), or...
Mustering up as much nonchalance as he could, Lincoln turned around, slowly and deliberately. As suspected, there was Luan. An uncharacteristically unhappy Luan, slowly and unsteadily making her way down the stairs, as if struggling against gravity itself. She was doing fairly well until she got about halfway down, then a clumsy, miscalculated step threw the whole process off kilter. Expecting to find purchase and finding only cruel, empty air in its stead, Luan began to topple over. She swing her arms out, presumably attempting to regain some semblance of balance, but with her increased mass it was a fruitless endeavor. In a last ditch attempt to save herself, she desperately reached out for the banister, but as she wrapped her fingers around the normally solid wood, it shattered in her grasp, an almost comical look of surprise spreading across her face as her grip reduced that portion of the banister to splinters. Then gravity took its toll, and Luan tumbled to the ground. Lincoln winced in sympathy as she bounced once, twice, and then finally landed at the foot of the stairs in a crumpled heap.
Luan's tumble was met with only silence from Lincoln and his sisters.
"Pfft, HA HA HA HA HA!" Well, mostly silence. "Way to stick the landing, Luan!" Lynn jeered, barely managing to choke out the words, doubled over with laughter as she was.
Lincoln shot a worried glance towards his athletic sister, hoping she would take the hint. Unfortunately, Lynn wasn't even looking his way.
"I thought it was Summer, but apparently it's FALL!" Lynn burst out into another round of giggles, pounding one fist upon the table to punctuate her amusement.
"Lynn..." Lincoln hissed, trying to get her attention. Too late, unfortunately. Luan shot an angry glare at the younger girl, and began climbing to her feet.
"Luan!" Lori called out, as she. entered the dining room. "Mom says she's told you not to practice your routines on the—" The eldest Loud daughter cut herself off as she took in the scene before her. "Wow" she murmured, almost so low that Lincoln was barely able to hear it.
The reaction was not unwarranted, Luan wasn't looking much like herself at the moment. The normally colorfully dressed, cheerful girl was now anything but. Her hair flowed freely in the air, incapable of being contained by a run of the mill scrunchie at this point. In place of her traditional outfit, she now wore a set of gray, unflattering sweats, likely borrowed from dad's closet in light of the fact that her usual wardrobe was unlikely to fit her at her current size. The clothes were unflattering to the extreme, but they did much to hide her newly acquired curves, save for the noticeable protrusions in the chest area, and the dull grey coloring matched surprisingly well with the dour, unhappy expression on her face. Lincoln suddenly regretted leaving her alone as he had, he could only imagine how terrifying it might have been to wake up in the state he'd left her in.
"S-shut up, Lynn!" Luan shouted, face red from both anger and embarrassment as she tried to climb unsteadily to her feet. Eventually her feet found purchase, and she was able to rise up from the floor. Struggling with her new center of gravity as she was, Luan was incapable of standing up completely straight, but even crouching as she was, she still loomed over the younger girl. It was difficult to accurately measure her from his current vantage, but Lincoln estimated she was somewhere in the neighborhood of seven feet tall now. Which was worrying, given that would make her considerably larger than she'd been earlier this morning.
Unfortunately, Lynn was too consumed with her own amusement to see the impending danger. "What are you going to do?" The sporty Loud wheezed, still doubled over with mirth. "Fall on me?" Luan's eyes flashed with anger, and Lincoln immediately recognized that Lynn had made a terrible mistake.
Letting out a low growl from deep within her throat, Luan lurched forward and swiped at Lynn, the sound and movements making her seem less like the free spirited jester that she was, and more like an angry bear. Fortunately, Luan has misjudged the distance between them, and she missed Lynn by a considerable amount. Unfortunately, she ended up hitting the table instead, and even heavy as it was, the sheer power behind the blow sent the table flying high into the air, scattering foot and silverware in all directions. Lincoln's sigh of relief quickly turned into a gasp of terror as the table bounced off the ceiling with a loud thump, and quickly began plummetting back towards the ground, directly towards him and Lynn.
Acting purely on instinct, Lincoln dove forward, tackling Lynn to the ground in the hopes that they would clear the impact area. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite forceful enough, and he could already see that they weren't going to escape the worst of it. Lincoln held the other girl close and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for gravity to take its toll. There was a loud whump, sort of sound, and then...silence. The very palpable sensation of impact, but no pain. Cautiously optimistic, Lincoln slowly opened his eyes. There was the tabletop, only scant millimeters from his soft, vulnerable flesh. Lori and Leni were flanking the heavy slap of wood on each side, his sisters keeping it safely held aloft, and away from their younger siblings.
"You okay, little bro?" Lori asked, worried. Completely unphased by the load she was casually holding. Lincoln was about to reply in the affirmative, when a loud, distraught gasp drew his attention.
Lincoln turned his gaze towards Luan, who stood completely still, aghast, hands clamped over her mouth in shock.
"I didn't..." She whispered, tears filling her eyes. "I didn't mean, to..." She trailed off, sobs wracking her body.
"Luan!" Lincoln called out to her, but before her could say anything else, the comedienne leapt to her feet, and fled back up the stairs in a surprising display of athleticism, in stark contrast to how clumsy she'd been only moments earlier.
The only sounds that could be heard were those of loud, heavy footfalls, followed by a door slamming in the distance.
You might have handled that better. Seven opined.
And now, something that Auto asked me to write.
Omake Which Is Also Tentatively Canon, Because Why Not?:
Panic had set in as Royal Woods found itself under attack by yet another rampaging monster. The rampaging beast, looking remarkably like a shapely female in a black body suit, cackled with glee before taking a deep breath, and then expelling a blast of white hot flame from its mouth. While no hapless citizens were caught in the blast, having wisely learned by this point to quickly flee in the exact opposite direction whenever a giant woman in skintight clothing made an appearance, a number of immobile and distressingly flammable vehicles were. The resulting explosion could be heard for miles, the blast itself rising high into the air, not unlike the rapidly mounting value of the property damage being accrued by the rampage. The woman surveyed her handiwork, letting out a dark, satisfied chuckle. Then...
WHAP!
She found herself reeling from a large, heavy blow delivered directly to her face. As she jerked backwards, vision blurring from the liberal application of blunt force trauma to her person, she caught a glimpse of the object that had felled her so, an enormous...news reporter's microphone?
A second giantess stepped onto the scene, her caramel colored skin pleasantly juxtaposed against her yellow coat and skirt. With practiced ease, she snatched the microphone out of the air and brought it close to her face in a single motion, not slowing her stride for an instant.
"Katherine Mulligan here, coming to you live from an astounding height of fifty-feet tall." She said with a confident smirk on her face. "I'm here with the beast that has been rampaging through our beloved city. Tell me, ma'am, do you have any last words before I heroically defeat you on national television?"
"Y-your mic isn't connected to anything." The other woman observed, her words slurred as a result of he recent head trauma.
"Ha HA!" Came Katherine's reply, and she delivered a second mighty blow to her opponent's face.
"I am vanquished!" The woman exclaimed. "In a manner which is sure to result in unprecedented ratings!" She then exploded into a dazzling array of crowd pleasing colors. A mighty cheer arose from those, previously unlucky enough to escape the site of the monster attack, and Katherine took a moment to bask in her well earned glory.
"Thank you, citizens of Royal Woods" She continued, once the raucous had subsided somewhat. "And now for Patchy Drizzle with the weather, while I..." She let out a dark chuckle of her own, "...pay a visit to my ex-boyfriend."
"KATHERINE!"
Katherine Mulligan awoke with a start, arms flailing wildly before finding purchase against her desk, just in time to prevent her face from having a very unhappy reunion with her keyboard.
"Katherine!" The voice called out again, noticeably irate. "I need the report on that dog show! And I need it ASAP!"
"I'll be right with you, boss!" She called back, "Right after...these..." She frowned as she took in the sight of her word processor displaying several hundred pages of sleep induced gibberish. "...messages." She sighed unhappily, and went about correcting the damage caused by her impromptu nap.