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Queen of the Monsters Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-03-31 01:35:52 +0000 UTC(contains human female to curvy lizard kaiju TF)
Commission for T.C.
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Starting a morning off with a positive attitude is a major factor in how well one overcomes the challenges ahead. And today was an especially important day. No detail could be spared. The ledger was filled with a perfect timetable. Breakfast was cooked to perfection and filling. The car had a fully charged battery. It was safe to say nothing can possibly go wrong.
“MOOOOOOM! There’s a spider in the bathroom!”
Stephanie Mitchell blinked into the mirror. Her reflection laughed back, looking perfect in the dose of powder she had just applied. “Of course, how can I ever predict you kids?”
The middle-aged woman exited her personal bathroom ready to kill in a styling blouse-skirt combo. High heels clicked in her long stride across the bedroom out into the hallway. To no surprise she saw a small boy of nine years standing outside the main bathroom three doors down.
“I’m here now, sweetie,” Stephanie announced upon reaching him. “Where is that nasty old spider?”
“B-by my toothbrush,” her son squeaked out, jabbing an index finger at the open doorway.
“Okay. Just sit tight.”
She gave the boy a comforting pat on the head. From his perspective, that stride into the dangerous area with such confidence was on par with an action hero. A minute later Stephanie emerged brandishing a wad of toilet paper with a triumphant smile.
“Ew! Mom?” the boy grimaced as the towering parent went into their living room towards a window. “You’re not going to let it go, are you?”
“Not everything has to be squished into oblivion, honey,” Stephanie explained, already dumping the degradable paper into their backyard. The spider trapped within would find a way out in no time, and a lot of better places to set up a web. She closed the window tightly once more, adjusting her raven hair in the slight reflection of its glass. “It never hurts to be nice to others, including nature. Have you finished breakfast?”
“Yeah, mom.”
“Go check on your sister then. The train departs for school in ten minutes.”
“Okay!”
Once he was gone, Stephanie fished her phone and keys off their resting place on the front door dresser. A few taps brought up the desired speed dial, only for her face to drop when the device returned nothing back. Indicator icons at the top of its screen reported a full charge, but no signal coverage.
“Hey, honey!” Frank Mitchell called from the kitchen table when his wife marched in, still gazing at her phone, like a stern scowl could somehow make it operate better. “Not getting a signal either?”
That whipped Stephanie’s attention over to her adoring husband. “Yeah! You mean yours went out too?”
“Half the west side is knocked out,” he explained with a laugh. “The news is saying an electric storm from meteors screwed with reception right before dawn.”
“Well, ain’t that a load of bull.” Stephanie shook her head, brow creasing deeper when attempting a few texts also came back negative. “Of course this magic storm would happen right before my big sale. I tell you, Phil better not try to cancel out on me.”
Frank took a swig of coffee while admiring his wife during her agitated distraction. Two kids and a career in real estate and she still carried a knockout figure full of energetic professionalism. If anything, parenthood only helped develop the gentle patience of a bear, reserving anger for those that truly deserved it.
“Frank!?”
“What?” Her patience was one of many things Frank loved about Stephanie, given that she had been talking to him during the brief detachment from reality.
“You were staring again, weren’t you? You always get that thousand mile face when you daydream about me.”
“Hey, I can’t help wondering why a demi-goddess hitched up with me. What were you saying?”
Stephanie rolled her eyes, giving just enough of a smile to signal the compliment was a good save. “Would you mind picking up dinner this afternoon? I won’t know the situation until I get there, and it might keep me all day.”
“Babe? You’re selling a house, not smuggling gold.”
“Not just any house, Frank! We’re talking about the Venkman mansion. The old dump no one’s wanted to buy for fifteen years. A sale like that can get me an executive seat and move us to beach side property. Ah shoot! I need to wrangle the kids and go now, actually. Love you!”
Once again she moved with the quick grace of a cheetah, dashing over to meet Frank with a peck on the lips before striding out of the room to the clicking of heels. Thankfully, the offspring didn’t give too heavy a resistance and soon she had one each of a son and daughter in the back seat of their Tesla.
Whatever screwed with communications today also took out the radios. So much for distracting the kids with a few upbeat tunes on their drive through the suburbs. Good thing it wasn’t affecting traffic much, outside a few technician trucks converging traffic. Stephanie hardly felt reassured by how confused they looked discussing the state of phone lines as she drove past.
Within twenty minutes, the car rolled into the schools drop off area and she turned so both kids could take turns getting their morning kiss.
“Be good today!”
“We will mom!” They replied almost in unison on their way out.
“Whoa! Look! What’s tha…”
Stephanie didn’t catch her daughter’s last words. Time was money, making her pull out back onto the road soon as the back doors closed. It did catch her notice that several other cars pulled to the curb with stunned drivers getting out for a better look at something behind her. Some kids were even pulling out cell phones aimed for pictures of the sky.
There wasn’t anything in the rearview mirrors, just a soft buzzing noise increasing rapidly in volume. A plane must be doing some low flying or something. Stephanie had less than an hour to get five miles across town for that to be worth gawking over. The kids will talk about this tonight if it’s anything important.
“What the heck is that!?” Stephanie grumbled as she turned left en route to the highway. The buzzing only got louder, despite the assumption she was driving away from the source. Quick checks in all the mirrors showed her nothing. “Ah!”
As if in answer to her confusion, a beam of strong green light engulfed Stephanie’s car from directly overhead. She only got a second to wonder how it’s unseen source could follow a vehicle at thirty miles per hour before the light’s intensity spiked. An arm released the steering wheel too late for shielding her eyes.
Being blinded didn’t nearly panic the usually composed mother as much as the heat. Her body burned with a feeling of being under a broiler, yet thankfully it wasn’t causing her clothes to catch fire. Senses faltered under it regardless, causing her feet to miss the brake pedal while her one hand couldn’t stop the wheel from making a hard right.
While her ears filled with the sounds of breaking metal and shattering windows, Stephanie reminded herself to teach those kids the importance of driver safety when they were old enough. Having a seatbelt and airbags left her alive enough to complain about the many aches the unwelcomed whiplash brought.
“Hey! Are you alright in there!?”
While the airbag made a decent pillow, the vocalization of another person reminded her the world still turned. A much younger blond girl was walking her dog only a few feet from where the car made its abrupt stop. Fear filled Stephanie for a second while struggling to right herself back into the driver’s seat. Thankfully, the most damage she had done was jump the sidewalk into a thick wooden fence.
“Y-yeah. I should be-haah!” Tension ran through Stephanie just for the simple act of sitting up. Muscles pulsed around the multiple sections of her back creating bulges under her tight skin. “Ah dang it! I hope I didn’t break my…”
SCHOOM!
KRRRTTT!
There was a rush of pain that elicited high screams from Stephanie followed by a dull sense of having a lot more weight on her back than normal. For a few seconds, she sat trying to process whatever had just occurred. Icy winds against her bare skin told that the back of her blouse and undershirt were destroyed. When she found the nerve to turn for a better look, the simple act became near impossible. Something had applied itself to her body with such force that it pierced straight through the car seat, pinning her to it.
“What the holy fuck!?”
“Oh, shit!” Glancing out the driver side window Stephanie could see the other woman backing away in awed panic. Her dog was also regarding this turn of events with concerned whines. “You… your bones exploded or something. That’s the weirdest disease I’ve ever seen.”
“The hell are you… oh!” It took a bit of fiddling with the rearview mirrors before Stephanie could get a decent glance at her problem. Sadly, the grey plates of solid bone weren’t that hard to miss. At least six of them each larger than the woman’s head, jutted out along the path of her spine. Their thin rims must have been sharp to pierce through inches of hard leather to keep her anchored in place.
An amazing feat considering their tips curved inwards instead of jutting out. It almost made them look like…
“Why did I just grow love heart spines? ACK!?”
Instead of an answer, cramps seizing up her right hand gave Stephanie a lot more things to be concerned about. She lifted it up into view, watching manicured fingernails thicken in rapid growth spurts. Polish flaked off in their harsh repositioning from the top of each finger to coming out directly at the tips. With a few soft snaps, their edges narrowed into sharp points while coloration darkened to jet black.
Stephanie couldn’t get out the scream building in her throat. Seeing her hand become tipped in horrific claws left her ogling them in a daze. Attempts at wiggling or shaking her fingers violently did nothing to remove them.
Things only got worse when she noticed the skin around each claw’s base began puffing out like a serious infection. Each tip bubbled several times in size, looking like oddly shaped dough balls, but the changes only continued down every knuckle into her palms. The entire hand clenched as it swelled, developing several bumps along a darkening green skin. When it uncurled Stephanie found her arm unable to support the monstrously huge hand that plopped into the crumpled passenger seat. It almost looked like an exaggerated plastic hand attached to her wrist, only with continued motor function over the powerful sausage fingers.
“What the fuck is this!?” Stephanie finally got out, getting only deep silence in response. She whipped a panicked glance out her side window to plead with the other lady for help, only for another shock to find them missing. In fact, for a car wreck so close to a school the streets were heavily devoid of anyone. “Someone? Anyone out there!?”
Changes only continued to creep over her arm, redirecting Stephanie’s attention back to it. With a rapid expanding of her wrist, the load of her changed hand at least lightened considerably. That did little to comfort Stephanie’s panic while her arm itself shifted to the same lumpy green shade before rapidly bloating with excessive muscle fibers. Bone’s cracked in several places while tissue groaned and stretched to keep wrapped around the elongating bases.
Within seconds Stephanie found herself struggling to control an arm longer and thicker than the rest of her attached body. The hand and elbow were easy enough to move despite the size, but her shoulder simply lacked the ability to lift the whole limb. That weakness didn’t stop it from continuing to push in against the damaged passenger door. It’s already cracked window snapped in an ominous chorus under her scalie green palm before the entire hatch shot off its hinges into the grassy area outside.
“Oh, shit!” Stephanie squeaked when tingling struck her left hand. Its nails were going through the same claw shifting process. There came a sharp pinch that only lasted a second before the rapid thickening of her fingers broke her wedding ring. Realizing what was coming, she fumbled with increasingly heavier digits to get her driver door open just in time.
It didn’t stop the thing from being broken off its hinged when her bicep grew thicker than an elder oak tree. By then Stephanie was more disturbed by how her arms extended out from the car and across the street.
More creaking brought attention to the trembling in Stephanie’s legs. She looked down at her bulging high heels with a gulp, watching the ends wiggle and bulge in the shape of defined toes. Just as the tightness got too unbearable, the leather shredded in a chorus of rips thanks to the sprouting of even more hooked black claws. The rest of the mother’s feet exploded out her shoes behind them, tearing at the nylon of her stockings with their expanding girth. In fact the entire structure of her feet changed in many harsh bone crunches, leveling out her toes into a neat row while her smallest one migrated back to the heel as a dewclaw.
Tears continued climbing Stephanie’s stockings with the expansion of her shines. Lumpy green skin bulged through the thin fabric showing off its much greener, shiny hide. She let out a small squeak when their lengthening brought her knees high up over the dashboard. The flow continued to puff out her thighs, driving everything forward to push a damaged windshield across her car’s hood.
KRRKSSSSHHHHH!!
Stephanie knew where this harsh monstrous change to her legs was heading and was too weighed down by her extremely large limbs to do anything about it. Screams of straining metal defeated her ears for several seconds until the frame of her prized car finally broke from the pressure.
The result, however, was surprising even to her. With monster paws growing against what remained of the vehicle dashboard, the tree she had smashed into proved still slightly stronger. While tree roots upturned out of the dirt, the growing disproportionate woman found herself riding the rear of her car backwards in what she could only describe as a sparking street sleigh ride.
The growth didn’t stop until Stephanie’s legs stretched wider and thicker than even her changed arms. Seeing them in the bright morning sun filling out both street lanes left her dumbstruck yet again. Some vague recess of mind finally clicked how much her bumpy green skin resembled that of a lizard. It’s hot, tough rubbery feel left an odd detachment sensation, as if she were wearing a costume.
“Aaah! Crapcrapcrap!” Stephanie let out a pleading whine when a shifting sensation stroked her rear. The long skirt kept her modest for about three seconds, at which point the explosive amplification of her hips devoured the fabric under their greener lumpy girth. Her panties flossed into the space between her inflating buttocks, thankfully snapping apart before they could injure more sensitive growing bits.
Unlike being pushed backwards, now Stephanie got dizzy from a sense of a rising elevation. It was like riding an air mattress as her lower half evened out. Lizard glutes devoured what remained of her car seat in their desire to grow. The rest of the car soon followed under them. Sounds of crackling glass and crunching metal filled the empty street, yet Stephanie barely felt a minor pin prick. Apparently her changing skin was as sturdy as it looked.
“Oof!” she grunted at a different prick pushing out her spine. Something was wiggling atop the crack of a now house-sized ass, gaining more reach and control with the passing seconds. Given the enormous hump Stephanie had to sit on, it was easy for her to spot the thick tail steadily stretching behind her. The top of her ass became smooshed around its thick base, narrowing to a pointed tip that wormed across the sidewalk, overturning parked cars in a nearby driveway with its uncontrolled flicking. Even more heart plates grew out in dwindling sizes down its length. “... guess that’s only half a surprise at this pooiiii-yeek!”
There was just enough time to notice her shoulders turn green before loud groans and bubbling back muscles obscured Stephanie’s view. A once supple human torso hulked out better than any comic book movie could generate on computers. Power filled out her sides while remaining in a deep inward curve, creating emphasis on the puffed ridges of abdominal muscles stacking over her belly.
“Oh, you got to be kidding me!” Stephanie cried out when a hard lurch struck her chest. Her remaining blouse tore away along with a hard snap of bra straps. The plump pair of breasts she took pride in surged out the fastest of everything else so far, becoming so full and round they sagged over the top row of her abs. Between growing such zeppelins and the valley of bumpy green shoulders, it was hard for her still human head to see anything outside her enormously changed body.
At least with most of her massively stronger figure evening out, it finally allowed her some control again. Taking a wild guess, Stephanie rolled slightly to her left, bringing her hand down to heft herself up.
CRRRRSSSH!!
A move that resulted in an unceremonious end to the Bunkerman’s two-story house. Stephanie rolled the other way in a panicked squeal. In that motion, her tail the size and length of two rig trailers swiped through another house, sending its roof sailing in somersaults to crash through the wall of an apartment complex down the road.
“F-fuck! I’m a walking disaster.” She took several deep breaths and paused just shy of smashing a semi under one foot. Something about the way air rushed in and out of her tankard lungs felt off. It certainly wasn’t going through her tiny human mouth. A strained glance across her shoulders finally located the sources to be several large slits that opened and closed with each breath. “Okay… I have gills now, I guess. Not the weirdest part about any of this.”
Stephanie gingerly put one foot down, flinching from a chorus of crunching noises. It was still impossible to have noticed that semi before destroying it. With a push of her other foot, she rose onto heavy monster paws reaching a stunning height that gave her a view of the entire neighborhood.
It also made her incredibly dizzy.
KRRRTTTSSSHH!!
The giant lizard woman staggered backwards in a clumsy fall no flailing of beefy hands could prevent. The neighboring sides of two houses were blown away by her tail before the plump butt that followed finished the entire block. Good lord. She really hoped everyone had had time to leave this area. There still hadn’t been sight or sound of any other people since her monstrous mutation started, but that didn’t reassure Stephanie much. She found it probably better and just sat on the grassy lawns amidst rubble for a bit. Just to be safe.
BEEP! BEEP!
“Oh!?” Stephanie blinked at suddenly glancing up to see a large reflection of herself hovering in the sky. Two more joined in on either side of it, offering a better view of the giant monster body her tiny head rested on. The amazing curves she’d worked to keep after two kids had grown massive in every sense of the word. She must have reached sixty feet tall in the least. With a little leaning on her muscular green hand could touch the school grounds she just left. “Oh crap! I hope the kids are okay.”
“Not to worry, Mrs. Mitchell! All surrounding buildings have been safely evacuated in accordance to galactic safety protocol: 285-HEM. Granted, we were supposed to do it before your makeover, but rest assured your beautiful butt has only caused collateral damages our site workers can easily repair.”
“That’s nice. Who the hell are you!?”
The mirrors flickered to life in a series of colored lights, making Stephanie realize they were floating monitors. Dang things were so thin they blended into the sky. An image depicting a tanned man came into focus on all three projectors. His age looked something like a boy just coming out of his teens to Stephanie. More interesting were the giant pointed black ears flicking atop his groomed red hair. She was pretty sure there was a giant red furred tail flicking behind him occasionally too.
“Apologies for the curt proceedings, Mrs. Mitchel. I’m Usur, the director of what will become the start to a great career for both of us.”
Stephanie blinked. “Come again?”
“Oh, yes! I know it seems unbelievable. Just imaging the billions across the galaxy pouring over each other to see the first kaiju battle ever filmed on their origin planet. You and your co-star will be celebrities before the opening weekend finishes. Incidentally, her wardrobe change should finish up in a few more minutes. We should get you over to the excellent stage our pit crew is setting up. Best to do the climax battle first before doing all the boring character scenes. Any questions?”
“Yeah. What the flying fuck are you talking about?”
Usur’s smile dropped, sharing only a fraction of Stephanie’s deep confusion. It was almost like he was noticing her for the first time. “Why, the monster movie we went over in your contract. I know it’s fast, but I’m just trying to express how excited we all are…”
“I didn’t sign no damn contract!” Stephanie slammed the sidewalk with both meaty paws. An act she promptly regretted when the surrounding area cracked in spider web fissures with geysers of dirt shooting out of them. This strength was going to need careful handling. “I certainly didn’t agree to be changed into some towering bimbo alligator thing.”
“What the hell, Cevok!?” Usur seemed to promptly forget about Stephanie to yell at someone off screen. “You whined all day about legal jargon and didn’t give her the contract!?”
“For fuck’s sake, Usur!” screamed a female voice through whatever these floating screens used for audio. “We’ve been here thirty minutes and I’ve only drafted for half the possible legal suits we might be violating. You think I can just pull everything about Earth laws out of my ass? You should at least know you can’t inject a human with a metric ton of mutagen without consent.”
“I’m just following our glorious producer’s time table. Maybe you should work on communicating that you’re making us further behind on technicalities.”
“Or you could just ask, since we’ve been in the same room this whole time!”
Stephanie wasn’t sure which part of this was more amazing; that she was spontaneously made sexier and better built than a porn star, aliens existed, or that they were arguing about her worse than that married couple she had sold a condo to last month. Confusion turned to anger, expressed by her meaty tail clearing out a dozen trees in one swipe.
“Oh, if there’s a way to sue your extra terrestrial ass, you can bet I’m gonna. If you two don’t mind fixing this, I’d love to get back to my actual day at work.” She brought a clawed finger to point at her still human head. Damn digit looked like a bus in comparison. “You didn’t even mutate me all the way or whatever you call it.”
“Huh? Oh? I thought your voice was sounding oddly quiet.” Usur turned back to Stephanie at the mere utterance of suing. From the screen she could see him punch buttons on a tablet device. “Sorry about that. Our make-up artist must have missed by a hair. We’ll fix you up in a jiffy.”
“That’s not the kind of fix I… Hnn? GRAAAAA!”
Stephanie experienced one more rising sensation thanks to pressure billowing out her neck. It must have gained her another ten feet of height while flesh poured around the space between her beefy shoulders. Vocal cords stretched and filled out along with bones, adding power to her strained growls until they were echoing across what remained of the neighborhood.
Whatever force Usur was using on Stephanie only gave her a few seconds to contemplate this before the tension finally reached her skull. There was a lot of uncomfortable cracking and groaning even after her earlobes vanished into the leathery facial skin.
Somehow, despite growing, everything felt squeezed tight. Brains inflated against the hard bone of her forehead before it broadened in a loud, drawn out crackling noise. Extending jawbones felt ready to tear out her lips while they desperately tried to stretch like taffy with them. They turned a dark black under mounting pressure to hold teeth fighting for the extra gum space. Stephanie was pretty sure more than a few new chompers were growing, every molar developing into a sharp point. It was hard to tell with her tongue flapping about in bulging spasms of its own.
When all was said and done, Stephanie was grateful to find her changing head didn’t explode. Having little spiral horns grow out of her cranium, however, still caused a panic attack that resulted in three more houses being kicked across the county. With a few final pops, her ears stopped ringing and nostrils flared so wide her breath created its own breeze. Slowly her eyes opened with a fresh golden glow to them ready to verbally tear Usur into ribbons.
The sight of the human-ish lizard beauty projected on two of the screens left Stephanie pausing in her rage. Things felt a lot more natural to move with a noggin proportionally sized for metric tons of fat and muscle. She brought both leathery palms to feel her narrow blunt muzzle, amazed by all the carnivorous teeth under the puffy black lips. Fingers traveled on back over her face and horns before gliding through a literal mile of flowing black hair. At least this bizarre transformation left that much of her old self.
“Okay, I can… almost appreciate the extra curves and so much beef. Sure.” Stephanie couldn’t believe the depth of her own voice as the words left her snout. It was just as strong as the rest of her body looked. Something she delighted in by flexing an arm and watching its bicep bulge. “Hell, I used to dream about being this awesome, but I think...”
“I know exactly what you’re thinking and there’s no reason to worry!” Usur tapped across his datapad at hyper speeds. It became apparent to Stephanie he was barely giving her attention once again. “Your verbal consent is more than enough for us to smooth out all the paperwork.”
“That sure as hell doesn’t count as…”
“So we really need to insist on getting you over to the set for your first battle shooting.”
“I ain’t fighting some other poor person your stupidity forced…”
“After a few good blows, we can finalize your compensation for saving all our asses from the investors.”
Stephanie let out a much bigger laugh than intended. Shock waves broke every glass window left around her thick lower body, along with setting off a lot of car alarms. This got Usur’s attention, even if he mistook the reaction as a sign of pain. “Do you jerks from Mars even understand how Earth’s economy works?”
“We’re from way further out than Mars, but it’s our job to make profitable entertainment.”
“Yeah, well, there’s no way you can offer me enough cash to go along with…”
Usur gave off a number that sent Stephanie’s tail slamming another fissure through the ground.
“So… no one gets hurt in this, right? My husband and kids?”
“We’re finishing up the evacuation as we speak. Your family and friends will even be able to watch the entire process from the safety of our observation ships.”
“I really don’t think the little ones are ready for me to explain these.” Stephanie cupped her breasts so their pliable mass squished between her clawed fingers in a quick rise and drop. They bounced against her stomach and each other louder than expected for a few seconds.
“We can screen edit for a younger audience,” Usur replied, developing a blush with his eyes locked on the sloshing mammaries. “There’s nothing to worry about. You and your co-star have tougher skin than any weapon on your planet. Falling through buildings will feel like a casual annoyance at worst.”
“Yeah? Well, I feel like I’m wearing a kinky latex suit.” Stephanie ran her hands along her sides, feeling the many small bumps and ridges. They were small to her, but probably little hills for a still human perspective. “Fine! Let’s play monster movie with my damn boobs hanging out.”
“Splendid! Right this way, Mrs. Mitchell!” Usur’s screens broke off their formation in flight towards what Stephanie noticed was the city’s entertainment district.
With a sigh, she slowly rose onto her bulking legs and failed to avoid tail swiping away the rubble of houses she had fallen on. Hopefully, this sociopath of a foxman kept his promise about restoring the landscape or she might have single-handedly condemned this neighborhood.
Comments
Aneru
This continues to be stellar to read through. I really liked how you did the angle near the beginning where all the crazy alien abduction stuff was in the background. Not as much as I enjoyed the detail you went into writing out how the transformation felt and the chest fanfare, of course, but it was still a nice touch!
