CBvsLotU - Chapter 75: Size the Day (Patreon)

Chapter Seventy-Five: Size the Day

Medical supplies were a precious commodity, but in the end, Azula was forced to accept that they would do the group little good if their moral continued to slip away. Against her better judgement, she sided with the popular choice and decided to leave the hospital behind, unexplored. Being out on the streets was a stressful necessity, made even worse in the wake of the Hell Hound assault. She had no intention of opening up their primary course of action to debate. There was nowhere to go back to and staying still would do them no favors. The fate of the Bunker had made that perfectly clear to even the most pessimistic of the survivors. Although she’d allowed herself to be swayed by the group’s fears once, Azula vowed to not let it become a common thing. She was in charge, and she would do what needed to be done to get as many of the group to the airport as she could. She had little interest in popularity contests.

The only positive Azula took from the sudden thudding vibrations of heavy footsteps rolling across the asphalt was that it gave her plenty of time to prepare for whatever fresh hell was coming their way. A trio of Zombie Factories lumbered their way into a side street, eyes fixed on the crowd of potential prey as they trudged forward. There were two males and a female. Bloated tits leaking thick globs of tainted milk over a bulbous, ever-pregnant belly and two swaying pricks the size of thick tree-trunks. The cocks stirred at the sight of so many alluring females, but it was a sick joke to think that they’d be able to penetrate any of them without absolutely destroying the body of their victim. Not that it would stop the male Zombie Factories from trying their best to get some sexual relief.

Baroness was quick to direct a three-woman unit to handle the threat, making sure to point out that they only needed to distract the beasts long enough for the others to get away. Hope Van Dyne, Fio Germi, and Jeanette Vasquez broke away from the rest of the crowd, hurrying into the side street to do their duty. Azula took charge of the others, ushering them to hurry on ahead. If there were other threats lying in wait there, things would get much worse, but it was a risk that needed to be taken.

Fio and Vasquez had heavier weapons, maybe not enough stopping power to put the behemoth zombies down completely, but certainly strong enough to cause some damage. The pair broke apart to opposite sides of the street, lining up their shots and focusing their fire on the female Zombie Factory. The large caliber rounds managed to pierce the oversized female’s thick hide, but didn’t do much to dissuade her. Unclipping a frag grenade from her belt, Vasquez pulled the pin and chucked it towards the female. The explosion left the tops of her wide shins blackened and managed to knock her back a couple of steps. There was no doubting that the fuckers were tough, but the longer they took to get down the road meant the more time the rest of the group had to get away.

While Fio and Vasquez worked to be the biggest nuisances they could to the Zombie Factories, Hope got to work becoming a genuine threat to them. Her suit was more or less functional, but the Pym Particles worked sluggishly within the Necropolis. The ability to shrink and grow with rapid flashes had become a much lengthier process. Whatever edge shrinking would give her in the fight was rendered nonexistent due to the elongated time it would take to reach her Wasp-like size. With the Zombie Factories primarily focused on Fio and Vasquez, Hope slid free the single expansion disc she’d come into the Necropolis with. She slapped it against her slender belly and activated it, feeling the tingle of its effect rushing through her body. Her body expanded and stretched, growing larger with agonizing slowness. But her partners did their job well, buying her the time she needed to match the Zombie Factories in terms of daunting stature. Looking out at the world with the perspective of a giant, Hope felt a different kind of power swelling within her.

“Hey, uglies,” she called out, her loud voice echoing down the street, drawing the attention of the Factories. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”

The street rumbled beneath her feet as she charged ahead, meeting the pair of males head on. She was panting by the time she reached them, amazed by how much exertion it took to move her supersized body. She pushed the ache in her muscles aside and focused on the fight, snapping one leg up in a slow arch that connected with one male’s swollen balls. She twisted to the side as she brought her leg down, curving a punch towards the second male and smashing her knuckles across his jaw. The first male stumbled back, clutching at his bruised testicles while the other stumbled to the side, slamming his shoulder into the front of a townhouse.

Vasquez stared slack-jawed at Hope’s giant form, trying to work out the logistics of how such a thing was even possible.  Fio was less shocked. She’d seen her fair share of crazy shit even before becoming an unwilling tourist in the Necropolis. Her biggest takeaway from Hope’s increased size was the fact that she had no choice but to admit that the woman had a stunning ass. At Hope’s thirty-foot height and standing behind her, it was hard to notice much else. “Vasquez,” she called over to the shocked woman, maintaining her shots on the female Zombie Factory. “Target’s still up.”

“Right,” Vasquez replied, snapping out of her shock and returning to the fight. “Let’s rock!”

The pair were forced to get more mobile as the female drew near, swiping her hands down at them. The street was narrow and the female was huge, but there was still enough room for Fio and Vasquez to maneuver around her as they fired away into her expansive gut and into her heavy breasts.

Every punch Hope delivered sapped startling chunks of her stamina. She’d given up on kicking, too unfamiliar with her size to maintain her balance very well. The hits she took were worse, oversized nerve endings sending jolts of agony through her body. She was thankful for the suit’s impact dampeners, but even with them, each blow she sustained threatened to overwhelm her. Her instincts told her to shrink to avoid the strikes, but she knew that was not an option. On the contrary, it would only doom her. Pushing through the fatigue and the pain, Hope shoved one of the males back and focused her attention on the other. She ripped a fire escape ladder away from the wall of one building, using it as a makeshift club to smack the creature, knocking his head from one side to the next. She let the unorthodox weapon drop and pushed aside the revulsion she felt, snagging hold of the thing’s throbbing erection. Her giant fingers tightened and she let out a groan of disgust as she felt the flesh pulse within her grip, squirting out thick lines of jizz as she tugged the factory closer. Hope released the male Factory’s twitching prick and grabbed hold of his head, slamming it into the front of the building. The head popped in her hands from the impact, leaving her fingers sticky with chunks of brain and blood.

Hope’s head swam, dizziness washing over her as she fought to stay conscious. Her body couldn’t handle her giant size any longer. With one Zombie Factory dead and the others at least wounded, the group would have enough time to make their escape. Turning away, she switched off the expansion disc, feeling the tingle of its effects and the resulting relief of her body slowly shrinking back to a normal size. With her back to the remaining male Zombie Factory, she didn’t notice how fast he was able to shake off the pummeling she’d given him. She heard the thud of his feet and turned her head, looking back over her shoulder. Her eyes widened within her helmet, realizing her mistake but too tired to do anything about it.

The male Factory’s large hands closed around Hope’s shrinking waist, tackling her to the road. The impact knocked the air from her lungs as the weight of the creature smashed onto her back. The ground shuddered with the force of a minimal earthquake. Not enough to bring down any of the buildings on either side of the street but more than enough to distract Fio at a critical moment. Instead of dodging the female Factory’s clenching grip, she stumbled right into it. The fingers closed around her and tugged her into the air. Her legs kicked about as she tried to get her oversized rifle around to get a clear shot at the female. In her struggles, she wound up losing her grip on the weapon completely, watching with horror as it fell back to the ground below.

Disoriented and with her body still shrinking, Hope squirmed helplessly beneath the male Factory. He kept her pinned, working the head of his monstrous cock into the cleft of her ass. Fio hadn’t been the only one admiring it. Hope screamed as the creature tore through the back of her suit, fucking his way through the material and into her tight rear. She was still large enough that the penetration was only painfully humiliating instead of impossible, but with the Pym Particles continuing to work away at the slow task of reverting her to an average human size, that would not last for long. The Factory lifted himself up from the ground, dragging Hope’s skewered body along for the ride. Her oversized legs kicked out, smashing up chunks of asphalt and kicking a fire hydrant free from its bolts. A geyser of water erupted, showering down over her but providing no benefit to her situation. Her head tilted forward, watching in horror as her belly expanded and retracted at the same time, shrinking around the massive erection while her skin stretched taut.

The Zombie Factory fucked his way deeper into Hope’s diminishing form, pulverizing her guts and crushing her organs. Her vision blurred from the agony. Her throat bulged before she vomited up thick chunks of destroyed innards into the helmet. Her bones dislocated and shattered as her shrinking body became a skin-tight sheath around the creature’s pumping member. She very nearly made it back to her original size before the internal damage finally ended her life. The male’s hands closed around her devastated carcass, crushing her tits within her damaged suit as he jerked her remains back and forth along his length. With a pleased groan, the Zombie Factory came. Hope’s head popped off like a cork, riding the torrent of jizz shooting through her body. Her mangled legs, barely attached to the stretched lengths of bloody tissue that had been her crotch cradled the monster’s swollen balls – badly bruised from the kick she’d delivered at the start of the fight – before tearing free and flopping to the ruined street.

Arguably, Hope’s gruesome demise was even more shocking than her sudden size growth, but Vasquez was too busy worrying about the shit situation to notice much of what had happened to the woman. She focused all of her efforts on the female Factory. More specifically, trying to shoot Fio free from the thing’s clutches. Her machine gun wasn’t designed for accuracy, making it difficult – and downright risky – to try to shoot through the female’s wrist. Being the last fighter standing also meant she had the full focus of the female to contend with, dodging and ducking under the lashes of her free hand. Her weapon was hot in her hands, on the verge of burning her, but she was determined to save the woman. “C’mon, you ugly bitch,” she growled as she unloaded another flurry of shots into the female’s rotund belly. “Just fucking die!”

Vasquez had plenty of ammo. The big zombie bitch moved sluggishly enough to make dodging her easy, albeit stressfully exhausting. The male Factory was still rubbing Hope’s corpse up and down his cock. Even dead, she was proving to be a pretty good distraction. Fio was still alive, straining to pry the creature’s fingers away from her body. All she needed was a bit of time. The female had taken a lot of damage. Vasquez had to hope that she was close to death. Just a few more shots, a lucky bullet through something sensitive, anything to turn the tide and get Fio free. If she’d paid even a little attention to what had happened to Hope, she might’ve seen where the woman’s head had landed. Her foot came down on the thing, shifting her balance and tripping her onto the ground. She grunted as her machine gun came up, smacking hard against her chest, smoking barrel grazing across her cheek and searing her flesh.

Vasquez screamed and pulled the weapon down, tearing a patch of her cheek away in the process. Her eyes widened as she saw the giant female’s hand descending over her. “Fuck y – “ The marine’s body flattened with a greasy crunch, her machine gun becoming a part of her as it was driven through her breastbone. A spray of blood squirted from the edges of the female Factory’s hand. Pulling her hand back, what remained of Vasquez was revealed, a gory slop of crushed tissue, shattered bone, broken metal, and – tangled amidst the gruesome slop of her head – a tangled length of red bandana.

Fio’s hope faded as she watched Vasquez flattened into the world’s goriest pancake. “No, no, no,” she gasped as the female Factory lowered her to the deep crevasse of her gooey snatch. She retched as the stink of the female’s fluids filled her nostrils, too busy trying not to puke to let out a scream as she was fucked head-first into the Factory’s folds. Viscous vaginal fluids leaked across her squirming body, soaking into her clothes and smearing across her flesh. Forcing the wiggling young woman halfway into her sex, the female let her kicking legs dangle between her meaty thighs for a moment. Extending her middle finger, she brought it down to her crotch and rammed it up against Fio’s, fingering her the rest of the way into her clenching cunt. Her kicking boots vanished into the nightmare snatch with a wet slurp, the inner workings of her twisted reproductive system drawing her the rest of the way into her waiting womb.

Fio lost a good deal of her clothing on the way through the tight ring of the female Factory’s cervix. Nudity was the least of her concerns as she found herself floating within the sack of corrupted amniotic fluid. Clinging to the air she had left in her lungs, Fio swam upwards, hoping to find even some stale oxygen to suck down. When that failed, she turned around and planted her boots against the roof of the creature’s womb, kicking out and dropping back to the bottom. Her fingers clawed helplessly at the opening to the cervix, finding it far tighter now that she was trapped inside. Fio’s glasses slipped off, floating away from her. She ignored the loss, teeth clenched and lips sealed tight as she punched at the female Factory’s inner walls.

The female Factory let out a pleased growl, stroking her bulging belly and enjoying the squirms of her victim. Fio’s lively struggles spurred along the female’s persistent arousal, resulting in fresh spurts of cunt honey from her giant, rotting snatch. The movements faded away by the time the remaining male Factory came to her. His cock was still hard, Hope’s skin still stretched around his girth. The street was rocked with another small earthquake as the two giants dropped into an embrace, engaging in the third most disgusting form of monster copulation to take place in the Necropolis. The flesh-condom of Hope’s corpse pumped into the female’s quivering sex, easily plunging through her tight cervix to prod at Fio’s floating corpse.

***

Safely away from the Zombie Factories, Azula’s group was too relieved to have escaped facing the nightmare creatures to waste much time worrying about whether or not the trio of women would survive their mission and make it back to the group. After the run from the Hell Hounds and then the Factories, Azula could see the fatigue eating away at the group. They needed to rest. The large church looked as good a place as any to find sanctuary in. Azula had no interest in putting it to a vote. “Everyone inside,” she ordered. “We’ll secure the perimeter and create a blockade to keep the monsters out. I want everyone to get some rest. We’ll need as much energy as possible to make the final push to the airport.”