AN: Happy to see people are still enjoying this thing. Managed to put together enough material for another chapter, so here you guys go. Won't promise the next one will be done so fast, but we'll see how it goes.
Lynn Loud's mind reeled as she attempted to process the rapid fire series of events that had led to her current situation: standing high above the local park, clad in a sort of red jumpsuit that was entirely too snug for her tastes, and watching an equally large, previously rampaging monster woman, currently between rampages as she attempted to struggle to her feet.
"Hey, Lynn!" Squeaked a tiny voice from her shoulder. Oh right, and there was that whole thing too. Her little brother, favorite sibling, and not-so-secret crush was somehow responsible for this strange turn of events.
"Lynn! Are you listening to me? You've gotta—EEP" Lincoln's yelling was interrupted as Lynn picked him up off her shoulder, and held him up to her face.
It was definitely Lincoln, Lynn noted, size not withstanding. Same white hair, same dopey teeth. Those same smoldering eyes that turned her nether regions to jelly.
"Lynn! Lynn! You've gotta stop messing around! We've gotta—"
Lynn turned the tiny boy over in her hands, gently prodding at him at him with her finger, marveling at the sensation of his tiny body against her hand. His little turkey tail, the still damp fabric of his polo shirt, his...jeans. Lynn reddened slightly as she realized that her finger was now pressed squarely against Lincoln's crotch. And it occurred to her, that as she was, there was very little stopping her from just...taking off his pants...
"Lynn!"
It'd be so easy. Probably just need one good tug, and off they'd go...
"Lynn!"
She remembered doing something similar with one of Lori's dolls when she was younger. Lynn hadn't known what to expect at the time, so she wasn't aware enough to be disappointed when the little plastic man turned out to be completely barren down there.
"Lynn!"
But Lincoln, as small as he was, wasn't made of plastic...right? Surely there had to be something down there...right? As his big sister, it seemed only natural that she should give her little brother a very thorough inspection...
"LYNN!"
An extra loud yell broke the supersized athlete from her hormone induced stupor. She realized that she was now holding a very irate Lincoln right up against her face. A very irate Lincoln, desperately trying to pry her fingers off the hem of his pants. Whoops...
"...What's up, Linc?" She offered, cheerfully, as if all of this was perfectly normal. Lincoln flinched, and Lynn winced in sympathy, only just now aware of how loud her voice must be at this proximity.
"You...okay?" He asked, hesitantly.
"Totally fine." She replied, smiling in what she hoped was a reassuring manner.
"Are you sure?" He pressed, frowning.
"Why would you think otherwise?" Lynn asked, perplexed.
Lincoln wordlessly gestured to her giant fingers, still frozen in the act of preparing to pants him.
"I was just making sure you weren't...hurt." She supplied, hoping he would buy it.
"Uh uh." The expression on Lincoln's face suggested that he probably hadn't. "Were you even listening to a word I said?"
"Of course." Lynn scoffed, trying to act as if she didn't still have her fingers clamped onto her little brother's pants.
"Really?" Jeeze, Lincoln really needed to learn to be more trusting.
"Uh, yeah." Lynn rolled her eyes, trying to project confidence. "You were talking about how this is...uh...some kind of Ace Savvy thing."
There was a brief pause. "I mean...I guess that's true, from a certain point of view." Lincoln conceded at last.
"See?" It was at this point that Lynn finally loosened her grip and withdrew her fingers as discretely as possible. "And now I've gotta go over there and punch that girl in the face some more, right?"
"Also correct, more or less."
"Well there you go, easy peasy." With that Lynn gently placed Lincoln back on her shoulder, preparing to capitalize on her rapidly disappearing advantage ("Stupid hormones.") She grumbled internally. Then, a thought occurred to her. Lynn straightened back up, spun on her heel, and glanced around the miniature park. Finally, she found her target, and sped off...in the exact opposite direction of the fallen monster lady.
"Lynn!" Lincoln yelped, clinging to her neck. "Where are you going!?"
"Just gotta take care of one quick thing first!" She reassured him and picked up her pace.
"WOO HOO!"
Lincoln sighed, slapping his palm against his face. Admittedly, Lynn had been dragged into this fight with zero knowledge of what was going on, or what was at stake. So she could be forgiven for not taking things as seriously as she should be. To degree.
"YES!"
Even so, he couldn't help but feel annoyed that the super important thing she had to take care of before saving the day had turned out to be rushing to the basketball court.
"BOOM!" Lynn crowed, as she effortlessly made another basket by simply dropping the basketball into the hoop. "DID YOU SEE THAT LINC?"
"I saw, Lynn." He replied, wearily. He'd seen her do it multiple times, as a matter of fact. Entirely too many times, given the circumstances.
"I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT SEASONS STARTS!" Lynn shouted, pumping her fist in the air excitedly. "HAZELTUCKY WON'T KNOW WHAT HIT THEM!"
It was at this point that Lincoln caught sight of something very distressing in the rapidly disappearing distance.
"It's funny you mention that, Lynn!" He shouted, worriedly.
"WHY'S THAT?"
Lincoln didn't have a chance to respond—
"RAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
CRASH
—but as he sailed through the air, he found himself sincerely hoping that Lynn would appreciate the humor of being drop kicked in the back of her head by an angry, giant woman at that exact second...
"Alright, Sam." Luna said, slowly, trying to sound less exasperated than she felt. It wasn't easy. "We're at the park. Now are you going to tell me what this plan of yours is?"
The blonde snorted in amusement as she pulled into an empty parking space. "Babe, the window of opportunity on that plan closed hours ago." She shook her head, sadly. "So much popcorn shrimp gone to waste."
"I'm...sorry?" Luna ventured. "I'll try to control myself better, next time you break my mind."
"Apology accepted." Sam nodded happily, giving Luna a pat on the shoulder. Then another. Then a third, which lingered long enough to transition into a slow, sensual stroking motion.
"Sam." Luna said, flatly.
"Whoops." The blonde chuckled, withdrawing her hand "Sorry hun. You're right, we've got work to do. I'll just take a little something for the road."
Sam reached out again, cupped Luna's left breast in her hand, and gave it a quick squeeze. "There, that'll do it."
"Fantastic." Luna rolled her eyes. "So if the plan's shot, what are we doing here?"
"Winging it, of course." Sam scoffed, as if it was self evident.
Sam reached below her seat and withdrew a small piece of black cloth. "Here." She said, handing it to Luna. "Put this on and follow my lead."
Luna unfurled the cloth in her hand. "A ski mask?" She asked, confused.
"Its actually called a balaclava." Sam corrected her, indicating her own mask. "Now, and this is important. If we get hassled by any cops, I need you to calmly, but firmly scream—"
BOOM
Sam's explanation was abruptly cut short as the van shook violently around.
"What the heck was that?!" Cried Luna, frantically looking around the still shaking vehicle.
"Probably that." Luna followed her girlfriend's outstretched finger, and gasped as she saw a giant girl dressed in skintight red spandex crash into the ground only a few hundred feet away from the parking lot. Before she could properly react, a second giantess clad in a tight yellow-minidress leapt onto the scene, and immediately began laying into the first girl with her wrecking ball sized fists.
"God dammit!"
"Awesome!"
There was a moment of silence as Luna slowly turned towards the blonde.
"Awesome?" She asked in disbelief.
"Ya huh." Sam nodded happily, gesturing at giant sized melee going on before them. "It's a couple of babes in clothes so tight they might as well not be there at all, rubbing their fun bits all over each other."
She sighed in contentment as the girl in yellow pulled the girl in red into a headlock, inadvertently smothering her opponent with her oversized breasts. "What's not to like?"
"How about everything?" Luna flung out her arms in exasperation, one slamming into the passenger side door and the only very nearly braining Sam. "Those dumb broads keeping showing up whenever they feel like it, and then they just wreck stuff! Like my house! Remember that?"
"I mean, yeah, that sucked." Sam conceded. "But generally speaking, they don't actually hurt anyone. They just kinda show up and start fighting each other, maybe wreck some buildings in the process."
"That's even worse!" Luna huffed slouching down in her seat. "It's like rain on your wedding day! They just show up and wreck stuff because it gets in their way! They're like..."
She floundered, searching for the proper verbage. "They're basically a natural disaster! Like a tornado, or an earthquake! But with tits!"
"A sexy tornado." Sam purred, licking her chops. She then noticed Luna glaring at her. "What? Don't kink shame me, they're hot!"
Sam gestured towards the combatants. "Can you seriously look at those girls and tell me you don't want to climb those mountains?"
Luna hemmed, thoughtfully. "Maybe the one in yellow?" She conceded, at last, hesitantly. She started in surprise as Sam let out a guffaw.
"Of course you'd pick that one." The blonde cackled in delight.
"Meaning what?" Luna's eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Because proportionately, that girl's stacked like a bookshelf, and you are a boob girl, babe. Hell, I happen to know from personal experience that you're a boob fiend." Sam cupped her own very respectable C-cups for emphasis.
"Says the girl who just groped me?" Luna indicated her more modest, B-cup breasts.
"That's different." Sam wrapped one arm around Luna and pulled her close, planting a kiss on the rocker's cheek. "I like everything you've got, girl.
"But you're totally allowed to be superficial like that." Sam added with a wink.
"I-it's not like that" Luna protested, flushing with embarrassment. "It's just...I dunno, there's something about that girl in red that just doesn't do it for me. I can't quite explain it."
"I like her." Sam opined. "I mean, she's got nothing on that blonde one who's shown up a few times. You know, the one in green?" She let out a low whistle. "But this red one's fit as hell. I like that."
"Y-yeah?" Luna frowned, and discretely flexed her arm. It could be worse, having to lug around heavy music equipment gave her a bit more muscle tone than other girls her age...
"Uh uh. And her butt is out of this world." Sam planted a soft, sensual kiss on Luna's neck as she slid her hand down Luna's flank, and gave the Loud girl a firm squeeze on her derriere, eliciting a soft moan from the aspiring rocker.
"And I do have a weakness for girl with junk in her trunk." She purred, giggling as her girlfriend reddened further, this time with pleasure.
Sam licked her lips, preparing to go back in for another taste, when she stopped, certain she could hear something in the distance.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
"Hey, uh...Lunes?" She asked uncertainly, trying to listen through the disruption caused by the small earthquakes being caused by the giant lady fighting. "Do you hear something?"
"I hear something alright." Luna murmured as she leaned against Sam, presenting her neck to the blonde girl.
"Cute, honey." Sam gently pushed her back and rolled down the window, poking her head outside. "I could swear I heard—"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The sound was much more audible now. Sam craned her neck upwards, and let out a slight gasp.
"Uh, babe?"
"Yeah?" Luna replied sourly, clearly perturbed at the cessation of activity.
"Hypothetically speaking...if Lincoln was plummeting from really high up in the sky...what do you think he'd look like?"
"What?" Luna leaned over and pushed past the blonde so she could see for herself. True to form, she let out an equally startled gasp.
"Drive, Sam!" She shouted, yanking the blonde back into the van and slamming her hand on the dashboard. "Drive, dammit!"
Lynn growled angrily as she finally managed to free herself from the giant boob monster's grasp. The other girl snarled, and lunged for her, but immediately halted in place, as Lynn stopped her charge with a well placed kidney punch. Before she could recover, Lynn slid around the breathless girl and punched her in the back of the head as hard as she could, nodding in satisfaction as her opponent slammed into the ground.
"Did..." She panted, trying to regain her breath. "Did you see...that...Linc?" Lynn's voice pitched upward as she finished the sentence, causing her to sound remarkably like Leni. The confusion was warranted, however, as she'd only just realized that her little brother was no longer on her shoulder.
She quickly patted herself down to make sure Lincoln hadn't fallen anywhere...ahem, untoward. No, no, and...she spared a glare at her fallen, much bustier opponent. "Nope, definitely not there." She thought, bitterly.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"
Lynn's ears perked up as she heard a familiar scream. It was much tinier than normal, but very recognizable as a scream she'd heard many times before in her life. That meant he had to be...there!
Lynn gasped with delight as she finally managed to locate her wayward brother. A gasp that quickly became one of distress once he brain registered that Lincoln had inadvertently been launched high into the sky, and was now plummeting towards the ground very very fast!
"Okay, Loud." She thought to herself, crouching into a runner's stance. "It's fine, you've got this. Just pretend Lincoln's a baseball, should be easy with his hair color and pale, nerd skin. Then, all you gotta do is—"
WHUMPF
Lynn winced, her internal pep talk abruptly interrupted by Lincoln slamming into the ground a good distance away from her. Well...at least the ground broke his fall, right?"
Shaking her head, and dope slapping herself for good measure, Lynn began tromping towards her little brother, heedless of what was inadvertently trampled beneath her mighty feet. She chose to ignore the crunching of would, the cracking of cobblestones, and the screech of twisting metal that acted as the soundtrack for her desperate dash.
"It's FINE! It's FINE!" She told herself. "Lincoln's clearly got some kind of magic mojo going on. He'll probably be fine. I just have to get to him, and then we can—"
Lynn skidded to a stop as an orange van roared into sight, crashing to the ground with a loud squeal before rocketing towards her comatose little brother. Skidding to a stop only scant inches away from the boy. Lynn made to resume her charge, determined to tear that idiot a new one for endangering her Lincoln like that, but before she could two figures, faces obscured by black masks hopped out of the van, grabbed the boy, loaded him into the vehicle and drove off. All accomplished with remarkable speed and precision.
Lynn's brain simply couldn't process just how quickly this very strange occurrence had progressed.
"H-hey!" She roared at the vehicle that was now rapidly disappearing into the distance. "Bring back my brother you little—"
"RAAAAAAAARG!"
And for the second time that day, Lynn Loud was interrupted as a busty giantess drop kicked her in the back of the head.