Zeobide: Lori's in love with both Leni and Lincoln. So she doesn't mind sharing with Leni, because the three of them are in an equal relationship with each other. Throwing another girl into the mix would disrupt that balance. Buuuuut she probably doesn't have anything to worry about. Probably...
Luan and Maggie faced off, towering high above the neighborhood below them. The former, a titan of sisterly vengeance. The latter clearly weirded out by the half-naked giantess screaming at her.
"Give me back my little brother!" Luan snarled, shaking her fist threateningly at the raven haired colossus. Her unbound hair, flowing wildly in the night air, lending a certain manic edge to her actions. She stomped one foot on the ground for emphasis, inadvertently flattening some poor sap's car in the process, but neither girl payed the blatant property damage any heed.
"...Or what?" Maggie asked tilting her head to one side.
"Or...or I'll clobber you." Luan replied, puzzled. She shook her outstretched fist again, this time with a little less certainty. "I thought that was kind of self-explanatory."
"I'm being screamed at by a giant exhibitionist." Maggie explained, patiently. "I'm not taking anything for granted at this point."
"I'm not an exhibitionist!" Luan screamed, charging forward and taking a swing at the other girl, Maggie just barely managing to dart out of the way in time. "I just can't find anything in my size!"
"And you're one to talk!" Luan continued, punctuating each sentence with another followup attack. "That suit looks like it's painted on you!" fwoosh "But seriously, can I get the name of your tailor?" whiff "This Nancy Archer look just isn't doing it for me." fwip "And more importantly..." swish "Can you" shoop "Stop...DODGING!?"
Growing increasingly frustrated with her inability to land a hit on her opponent, Luan followed her last exclamation with an over exaggerated wind-up motion. Maggie dodged again, not recognizing the feint for what it was, and found herself right in the path of Luan's other fist.
SMASH!
The sound of that rage propelled punch finding its target was like music to Luan's ears, and there was a brief, crystallizing moment where time seemed to stop, the other girl's bewildered face contorted by the meaty hook she'd just taken straight on. Then, physics returned from its bathroom break, and the force of the blow sent Maggie flying a short distance away, her king sized keister victimizing a poor toolshed that was just doing it's job.
"Ha!" Luan crowed "I knew you were thirsty for punch!"
Dazed from the blow, Maggie felt around with her free hand, the one that wasn't protectively cradling her literal boy-toy, and staggered to her feet.
"You hit me."She said, dumbly, swaying unsteadily as she found her footing.
"In the face!" Luan affirmed.
"My own father never hit me." Maggie murmured, gingerly feeling the impacted area.
"Well...I'd hope not." Luan replied, blinking in confusion. "That would be domestic abuse."
Maggie abruptly stopped swaying, and locked gazes with Luan. There was a certain intensity in her eyes that hadn't been there previously. Slowly and deliberately, she reached up with one hand, and began to unzip her bodysuit, exposing a glimpse of her own considerably cleavage.
"Woah, woah!" Luan shouted. Holding her hands up in protest. "Look, I'm not one to judge, but I don't swing that way!"
Rather than replying, Maggie simply deposited her literal boy toy in the crook of her plentiful peaks.
"Don't worry, Lincoln." She whispered, adjusting her cushioning in an attempt to provide maximum comfort to her tiny passenger. "I'll protect you."
Task completed, Maggie straightened up, then settled into a combat stance.
"Round two." She growled.
"Seven!" Lincoln yelped as he struggled against the most comfortable cushions he'd been trapped between that day so far.
Think you might narrow that down a bit? This has been a strange day, even by your standards.
"Why is Luan big!?" Lincoln clamped his mouth shut as the world around him began to tremble. Maggie had finally engaged Luan properly, charging across the battlefield and locking arms with the opposing giantess, each girl struggling to overpower the other. It was terrifying, trapped as he was.
"...ger." He corrected himself as his vision suddenly became nothing but the vast expanses of Luan's maidenflesh, smashing against Maggie's own glorious globes, not unlike a pirate ship preparing to board a hapless merchant vessel. "Why is Luan so much bigger?!"
I told you I was going to fix her.
"RAAAAH!"
Lincoln flinched as another quake rocked his prison, a wordless cry of aggression from one of the titanesses above him splitting the sky.
"I thought you were going to make her smaller!" He shouted, once the ringing in his ears had subsided somewhat.
No. I was trying to fix her. The machine repeated, as if he was slow. By wayof finishing the job you started.
"GET OFF!" Maggie roared as she struggled against the economy-sized comedienne.
"I WAS GONNA!" Luan retorted. "BUT THEN YOU SMASHED MY HOUSE AND KIDNAPPED MY BROTHER!"
Maggie's face scrunched up in confusion, as she puzzled over this response. Then understanding dawned upon her, and she faltered somewhat, loosing a bit of ground in the process. "Y-YOU...A-AND HIM...?" The normally pale girl's complexion reddened considerably.
"HEY!" Luan barked, getting right up in Maggie's face without breaking the grapple. "I DIDN'T JUDGE YOU FOR HITTING ON ME! DON'T YOU DARE KINKSHAME ME!"
Red turned to purple, as an enormous vein began to throb on the other girl's forehead. "I WASN'T—EEP!"
Lincoln desperately tried to drown out the conversation happening around him, choosing instead to focus on what Seven had sad earlier."
"Wait, it was always the plan to make her this big?" He asked, as the struggle between the two giants began anew.
More or less, yes.
"With me trapped in the house with her?!"
I told you. Seven replied, exasperated. You can't just make something bigger, or smaller for that matter. The only way to restore her original size was to complete the process you'd already begun.
"By turning her into a gigant?" There was an explosion of air pressure as Luan landed another decisive blow on Maggie, the Raven haired girl lurched backwards a few steps from the impact, though thankfully retaining her footing this time.
Precisely.
"Then why is she naked?" Lincoln jerked his head towards Luan's still swaying mammeries. "Mostly naked." He corrected himself. "Almost implausibly, just barely clothed. To the point where it's almost worse than being outright naked."
Because I didnt have a chance to complete the process.
Maggie reeled from the blow she'd just taken, but managed to avoid tumbling over again with a defiant stomp of her foot on the ground. She wobbled, just a bit, but it seemed like she'd managed to stay up.
Rage, a strange and unfamiliar sensation to a girl who's default response to most things was blase indifference, coursed through her being as she glared at her opponent. Luan, apparently heartened by her repeat success, was bouncing on the balls of her feet, jabbing confidently at the air, clearly eager to resume the melee. The motion had the inadvertent effect of causing her oversized breasts to gently undulate up and down. Seeing this, Maggie found herself cupping her own breasts, for the first time in her life feeling self conscious at how small they seemed by comparison.
"What the heck do those Loud girls eat?" She thought to herself. "Bad enough that she was forcing poor Lincoln to play her sick games, but she was probably smothering him with those things too!" She blinked, as another trecherous thought wormed its way into her psyche. "Wait...he doesn't...like them like that, right? He couldn't possibly. Those things are ridiculous!" Maggie unconsciously squeezed her boobs together, wondering, fearfully, if they might not be enough for Lincoln. She was drawn from her thoughts with a start, as a frightened yelp rang out. It was at that point that she realized she was very likely crushing her precious cargo.
"Sorry, Lincoln!" She hissed into her chest, mortified at the faux pas. Much to her relief, a tiny hand jutted out from her cleavage and gave her a reassuring thumbs up.
"Hey, Sadsacks!" Luan taunted. "We doing this, or are you just going to keep touching yourself?"
Maggie abruptly released herself with an embarrassed squeak. Then the rage returned. She turned towards her opponent, shaking with barely repressed fury, and raised one trembling fist. Time to stop messing around. She hadn't wanted to hurt anybody, but this girl was asking for it. The time had come to show off the fruits of her training...
"Now, Maggie" Darkness began. "The key to mastering the terrifying cosmic energies I have bequeathed unto you and your explosion-prone coworker, is willpower."
"As in, mustering the desire to succeed against all odds?" Maggie asked.
"No." Darkness gently corrected her. "That's dumb."
Maggie dutifully jotted this down in her notebook, before looking back up at her employer, signaling that she was ready to proceed.
"That self-help book stuff forces you to entertain the possibility that failure is an option, however remote it may be. When you wield the power to flip causality on its head, this is a thing we call..." A whiteboard appeared beside the entity, and he carefully began to write upon its surface in nice, neat handwriting. "S-T-U-P-I-D" He underlined the word three times and drew a frowney face next to it. Darkness took a moment to consider his work, then, seemingly satisfied, returned to his seat.
"Instead," He continued. "Consider your enemy to be a thing that needs to be crushed." Maggie raised one hand, waiting to be called upon. "Not literally!" Maggie put her hand back down, and resumed writing in her notebook. "I meant...uh, metaphorically?" Darkness floundered somewhat, searching for the right words. "It's hard to translate these concepts into ideas that can be understood by beings who can only conceive of a finite number of dimensions. You need to impose your will upon your opposition. Force them to submit to your interpretation of reality, because it is inherently more valid than their's. Is any of this making sense?"
Maggie flipped her notebook around, displaying a page consisting entirely of one giant question mark.
"...Alright." Darkness said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe a practical demonstration would be helpful here. We'll start with something simple." He reached over and activated his intercom. "Gladys? Send in Richard from accounting."
A few moments later, the door to Darkness' office opened up, and one of his small, insectoid minions waddled in, this one wearing suspenders and a pair of horn-rimed spectacles. Maggie sat up, looking on with interest. The strange little people who staffed Darkness' nebulous operations were always so funny and—
Darkness snapped his fingers, and in an instant Richard was engulfed in a pitch black pillar of crackling black energy. When the pillar dissipated, all that remained of the creature was his slightly scorched glasses. Maggie looked to Darkness, questioningly, her lower lip trembling.
"Oh." He said, noticing her expression. "Don't worry about him, he was stealing lunches." Maggie scowled, walked over to Richard's remains, and kicked the glasses into the wall, at which point they shattered into tiny pieces of charcol and glass. She then returned to her seat.
"Good girl." He said, nodding approvingly. "Richard was a particularly loathsome creature, so I decided reality was better off without him." Darkness shrugged indifferently. "It's possible he may have disagreed, but that didn't matter because my will was stronger than his. Understand?"
Maggie pondered this. "What if I don't want to...uh, explode people?"
Darkness sat back in his seat, pondering this. "Well, I suppose we should start with baby steps. You are, after all, limited by your pitiful meat parts, both literal and figurative. I suppose we'll have to work our way up towards cosmic annihilation." He looked at Maggie, then back to what little remained of Richard, then back to his protege. "For the moment, when you need to deal with bad people, just make this motion with your hands..." He demonstrated for the girl's benefit. "And recite this simple verbal command..."
Taking a deep breath, Maggie formed a fist with her hand, then extended her thumb and pointer finger, resulting in something that looked vaguely like a handgun. She nodded at her handiwork, then pointed her makeshift weapon at Luan. The girl in question frowned in confusion.
"What are you trying to—"
"Pew." Maggie said. The instant she did so, a blast of pure black energy erupted from her finger and rocketed towards he opponent. Luan just barely managed to jerk out of the way, sending the blast careening past her. She looked at the empty space that she had been occupying only moments earlier, and waved one hand through it, noting that the air that the blast had passed through was still hot. Distressingly so.
"What in the—"
"Pew, pew." Maggie recited. "Pew." Each utterance causing another blast of obsidian energy to fire. Within moments, Luan was frantically darting too and fro, desperately trying to avoid the fusillade of projectiles.
"Wow." Lincoln remarked, having finally managed to wriggle his head above flesh level once more. "This got one sided really quick."
It already was.
"Yeah." The white haired boy conceded, gesturing towards Luan's desperate, but impressive display of acrobatics. "But now it's one-sided in the opposite direction."
Fate is a fickle mistress. Or so I'm told.
"It helps when one side has lasers." Lincoln opined. "Speaking of, you were saying that you couldn't finish the job on Luan?"
Correct. Maggie interrupted the process. I would estimate that I was somewhere around 80% complete when you managed to get kidnapped from the comfort of your own home.
"That's why Luan has the size, but not the super powers." Lincoln mused, choosing to ignore the barb. "Is it still possible to finish Luan's transformation?"
Absolutely. But you would need to reestablish contact with her. Which seems like it would be...difficult, given the circumstances.
"I have confidence in Luan. She'll give me the opening I need, I just need to wait for it."
Decision made, the pair continued to watch the scene before them, Lincoln noting that Luan was, ever so slowly, managing to close the distance between the pair.
A question. Seven announced, not waiting for Lincoln to acknowledge him. I thought you were fond of this girl.
"Maggie?" Lincoln reddened slightly. "Yeah, she's nice. When she's not kidnapping me."
Then why work to assist in defeating her?
"Friends don't let friends be corrupted by evil energies." Lincoln replied. "Or something. Besides, if this keeps up, Luan's going to get blown to smithereens."
When you put it that way, I suppose that is the most sensible decision.
"Pew pew! Pew!"
Luan twitched in irritation before swaying through another round of energy blasts. This was getting really, really annoying! Fortunately, years of clowning had made her incredibly flexible.
"Pew pew pew! Pew pew!" Which was the only thing keeping her alive, at the moment. She cartwheeled past the next few blasts, just barely managing to adjust her trajectory so as to avoid crushing a neighbor's house under her oversized hands. Almost there, she just needed to get a little closer...
"You've done well so far!" Maggie announced. "But now it's time for my ultimate attack!" The raven-haired girl took a deep breath, and Luan readied herself for what was certain to be an impressive display of power.
"Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!"
Luan couldn't help but feel disappointed as her vision suddenly filled with a seemingly endless torrent of those same stupid energy blasts.
"Dang it!" She grumbled, crouching down, and preparing to make her big move.
"Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!Pew!" Maggie began to pant from the exertion of reciting her special attack phrase. "Pew!" She spat one last time, before wobbling forward catching herself before she fell over completely again. She took a deep, ragged breath, before straightening back up again, and pointing her finger towards Luan once more. Except...Luan wasn't there anymore.
"Did I win?" She asked, looking around puzzled. That was when she heard the telltale sound of air being displaced by something incredibly large. Which sounded like it was coming from right above her—
"Taste the agony of, DE FEET!" Luan roared as she sailed downward, having flagrantly spat in the face of physics by leaping high into the air, and landing upon her opponent feet first. The impact was incredibly satisfying, doubly so when the momentum of her blow downed the other girl once more, causing her to slam into the ground with a meaty, earth shaking WHAM. Luan pressed her advantage by quickly scrambling up, and rushing towards her downed foe, wrapping herself around the other girl with the practiced ease of a expert contortionist.
"And now for my special attack!" She announced. "Boobie Trap!" Having pinned the dark haired girl's limbs down, and presumably cut off her ability to fire those stupid energy blasts, Luan proceeded to smother the other girl with her ridiculously oversized tits. She garnered a certain, strange satisfaction from watching the brother-napper squirm, trapped within her absurd cleavage.
I think that's your opening. Seven opined, as Luan's gunboats docked against Maggie's face.
"Yep." Lincoln nodded in agreement, freeing himself from his confinement with a mighty jerk of his body. "Hang tight buddy, this is going to be rough..."
It was at this point, wrapped around her wriggling opponent as she was, that Luan realized she hadn't thought beyond this point, and didn't really have any idea of where to go from here. She supposed her only real option, unless she wanted to get blasted again, was to simply hope she could hold onto the other girl long enough for her to pass out.
"Mrrrrglf flump!" Maggie screeched, her words muffled by the copious amount of padding around her face.
"What was that?" Luan taunted, chuckling to herself. "I couldn't quite make that out."
"I...said..." Maggie growled, beginning to crackle with black energy. That...didn't look good...
"Get...OFF!" She roared, a blast of energy exploding from her body in all directions, sending Luan careening backwards.
The stars were bright tonight. Luan observed. But those birds that kept flying past her face were getting really, really annoying.
"Luan!" Called a tiny voice...probably really far off. She didn't want to be Luan right now anyway. Luan was getting shot at by magic lasers, and exploded by magic explosions. She wasn't entirely certain, but those really angry sounding footsteps were also probably going after Luan too. Yeah, definitely seemed like the best thing to do was to just lie down for a while. Let someone else be Luan.
"Luan!" there was that voice again. She pursed her lips, trying to remember why it sounded so familiar. But it was hard to focus. The birds wouldn't shut up, the ground wouldn't stop shaking, and now there was this really distracting tingling down by her chest. She didn't mind that last part so much, it was actually feeling kinda nice. Just a little bit higher, and she'd—
"Luan!" The girl started, surprised as a tiny figure suddenly appeared in her line of sight. She tried to focus, but her head was swimming. Something really familiar about him too. Cute looking though...
The tiny boy scrambled up and onto her face, with a surprising degree of nonchalance. As if he practiced climbing up giant girls on a regular basis. Definitely familiar looking. Name started with a...letter of some kind. Was he Luan?
"Um...look." He said, breathing heavily from the exertion. "I know things look pretty bad for you right now, but I'm almost certain I can fix it. Maybe. Anyway, you just gotta trust me on this, okay?"
"I have this many fingers!" She shouted, wiggling her toes for emphasis.
"Hoo boy..." He grimaced, looking at his wrist. "You sure she's going to be okay if we do this?"
Better than she'll be if we don't. We're out of time, initiate the transfer!
That...was weird. She heard another voice, but she didn't see anyone else. Maybe the cute boy could throw his voice. Like that dummy. Uh, Colonel Crackers? Wait, that wasn't quite—
"Here goes nothing." The boy muttered, running up to her lips and taking a deep breath. "Sorry about this Luan!"
"I dun wanna be Luan!" Is what she had intended to yell out, but then the small boy pressed his lips against hers, and she was suddenly distracted boy how nice it felt. This wasn't so bad at all. Moments later, when a feeling not unlike electricity began to course through her body, she abruptly changed her mind. This felt fantastic...
Maggie approached her fallen foe, breathing ragged, exhausted from that unexpected burst of power. She needed to remember to ask Darkness what that was all about...but for the moment, everything was fine. She'd managed to free herself from the crazy girl. Now, all she had to do was make sure she was down for the count, and she and Lincoln could finally get away from all this insanity. Just the two of them. Maybe he could get a job with her. Maybe he could have Fiona's job. She could definitely get behind that. Lincoln as her supervisor definitely sounded like an upgrade. He wouldn't yell at her so much, that's for sure. Unless she was really, really bad. But Maggie was confident that the pale haired boy could come up with more...creative solutions, to curb her wayward behavior...
Maggie was pulled from her pleasant daydream as Luan's downed body exploded in a blinding flash of light, the effect exacerbated considerably to eyes that had grown accustomed to the dark. She flinched away, and began rubbing at her eyes, desperate to massage vision into them once more.
When her vision finally returned to her, she was dismayed to see that the body was gone. And considerably more dismayed to see the bright, spandex clad figure standing in its place. Looking completely unharmed, and distressingly energetic, this far into the battle.
"Justice had found you, villain!" She proclaimed, posing dramatically, her white scarf and long flowing hair waving behind her in perfect, concerted unity. "Your brother-thievery stops here!"
She pointed at Maggie as burst of sparks erupted behind her, briefly illuminating the night sky. "For now you face the Emissary of Laughter, Gigant Yellow!
"...What?" Came Maggie's eloquent reply.