Under the Macroscope - 2
#2 of Under the Macroscope
"Weeks after the phenomenon which created the Macro incursion, only the strongest-willed of the vanished have yet to give in to their baser desires - becoming hundred-foot sexual gods at the price of their inhibition. However, new developments in the Macro strain and new detection systems employed by private Macro-hunting firms make life for those treasured few that much harder."
More Macro/Expansion fun. Now with plot!
I've settled on a number of installments to let this thing run to (3), and while I didn't get as much through the plot as I wanted to, (( I'm really trying to keep silly things like plot from interfering with the ... ah ... cream filling, so you might notice how the plot segments are considerably shorter than the other ones. This is not an accident. )) but I did quite a bit more writing than I meant to do, so this thing came out a little bit longer than intended. It also means the last installment will be even longer, but for that one I can promise plenty to keep you on your toes.
Yes, the second to last section is almost completely gratuitous. You're welcome.
Under the Macroscope Corllengatu
Kayne's attention was drawn away from the rather spectacular sexual display on the news as the monitoring equipment in his van suddenly sprang to life - giving off a soft hum. The fox leaned forward and tapped one of the gauges nearby, and it unsettled itself from zero and bounced about halfway up the indicator. A moment later, the system spit out a location - displaying a small circle around a block just off of Main Street.
His ears flicked forward in attention. It was a relatively minor reading, for a macro - it was still putting out more ambient energy than the average hydro-electric facility, but it wasn't redlining all of his equipment like being this close to a macro normally would. It meant whoever he was locked onto hadn't finished growing - and this could be the big breakthrough his team needed. The military would be distracted with the fallout from the oversized hyena, and Nydus Industries could swoop in and contain this before the new macro got too huge to handle.
If Kayne was right, and finding this one before its growth cycle finished provided the raw material he needed, he could finish his research - maybe sell off a few macro-based weapons contracts to the military within a week or so. He and his organization would be set for life.
Then, he could go after whoever was responsible for this outbreak in the first place - find out where the /real/ power was.
Sarah ducked into an alleyway off the main street, damning herself for coming this far downtown. Sure she could blend in better where no one was paying attention to her, but now that she'd lost control like that, there'd be no blending in anywhere.
The extra-large hoodie she'd bought was clinging to her upper body like a size-too-small tank top, showing off her midriff. The sweats that had once been loose and roomy now clung to her lower body like a second skin, stopping just below her knees, emphasizing her curves instead of hiding them. She laughed to herself - it could have been a good look with this kind of body if it didn't mean she was somewhere around eight feet tall now. So far, it was just dumb luck she hadn't caused a scene - and macros didn't have a lot of leeway in the luck department.
She glanced around to make sure no one was watching before peeling off the hoodie and dealing with the problem of her bra. Overloaded by the sudden up-sizing of her breasts, it looked comically small and strained on Sarah's new body. Worse still, in its stretched state, the clasp had become stuck. With a grunt of effort and a great load of discomfort, she managed to shatter the tiny plastic hooks and freed herself from her DD prison - tossing aside the now-useless undergarment.
Immediately, she could feel herself breathe easier. Her breasts were easily the size of her head now - and even her head was a few sizes larger than when she'd started. Left on their own, they settled into an impossibly perfect teardrop shape on her chest, defying gravity while still feeling wonderfully full, heavy, amazingly sensitive - it was all she could do to keep herself from playing with them as the breeze sent electric tingles of pleasure dancing down her spine - but a slight pressure remained behind, even after the offending bra had been removed.
Investigating the problem, Sarah followed an instinct and tweaked a nipple. After a few moments, she was rewarded with a warm, wet sensation coating the fur on her fingers. She brought her hand back and cleaned the offending stuff off with her tongue. She recognized the taste right away, but a part of her had already been sure it was happening in the first place.
She was producing milk. She was sure that had to be a side-effect of her growing condition - snow leopards weren't exactly notorious for spontaneously being able to give milk, and she was greeted with that same warm tingle at the tips of her fingers every time she thought about milking herself - but at the same time, none of the macros Sarah had seen rampaging around had been leaking ... quite like that. If her milk production ramped up like a macro male's semen production ...
She thrust the image from her mind almost as quickly as it popped up - before the wonderful warm sensation had spread past her arms and lower legs. No. She was in control here. She fought to slow her breathing - to keep calm and count backwards from seventy - and slowly, the tingling warmth receded.
She sighed and set about squeezing herself back into the hoodie. It hugged her breasts with the wonderful sensation of soft cotton, and made a point of highlighting the fact that her nipples were hard from her near-constant arousal. Small dark spots began to form on her chest, making the material thin and moist - further aggravating things. She looked like some kind of exotic porn star - featuring in a trashy hitchhiker amazon flick - at the part right before she stripped off all her clothes and rode a wild buck or seven at a truck stop. Still, she had bigger problems than her raunchy appearance.
Lactation was going to be an issue. There wasn't any way to skirt around it. The pressure wasn't bad now, but she'd known a few women who'd had to deal with it, and they never had the threat of turning into a city-destroying sex-addict if they milked themselves with a little too much vigor. She was going to have to deal with it, but she sure as hell wasn't going to deal with it here - in this alleyway - or in this city if she could help it.
She pulled down on the poor, strained hoodie - determined to cover herself as much as physically possible - and made for the exit to the alley. She'd duck out as quickly as possible and head for the city park. She could hide out there until dark and try and sort out some of her issues in relative privacy.
By some grace, the city streets were nearly empty, and she set out with only a few leery gazes from passers-by. No one made eye-contact, no one stared, and - best of all - no one was screaming and running away.
"Okay ... keep the streets as clear as you can. Don't excite her, people! We do NOT want another Michael on our hands! Just keep an eye on her ... good. South on Main? Eddie, what's South on main?" Kayne flicked off the radio and glanced over his shoulder at the raccoon busily pouring over a city map.
"Couple 'a burger joints, some housing," Kayne listened carefully as Eddie listed off possible threats, but he kept his eyes on his equipment, and his ears on his team on the ground. If there was any sign this macro was going to blow up, they needed to move in and contain her now. "Umm ... a caramel factory? That could be kinky."
"Focus Eddie." Kayne took the time to spare his assistant a glare. "She's a runner. A person, not some sexed-up, giant porn star."
"Not yet she's not." Eddie flashed a defiant smile, but got back to running his finger over the map. "Umm ... How about Melbourne Park? It's a little ways off the path, but it's probably the best place to hide an eight-foot snow leopard."
"Quiet and secluded. If she makes it there she could hide out for a bit ... yeah ... I like her for the park, too." Kayne flicked back on the radio. "Alright everyone, she's probably heading for the park. Makes sure she gets there without any nasty surprises, and we can set up to collect her at nightfall." Click. Radio off. "Eddie."
"Yes sir?"
"When you get a moment, make sure the husky who reported this one gets paid like we promised." Kayne let a smile spread across his muzzle. "A few more civilians like him, and we'll have even more research material than the damned military."
Sarah hadn't actually put any thought into what might happen to her body now that she was lactating. As it turned out, her breasts were doing exactly what they were meant to do - store the excess until she saw fit to release it. What she hadn't seen coming was the swelling.
By the time she'd gone the maybe four blocks to the park - thanking her lucky stars that the whole way was clear of crowds for her to stand out in - she'd noticed that the soft cotton hoodie had become considerably stretched, to the point where it was almost see-through. Once she'd found a suitable hiding spot to settle down in, the hoodie had all but given up the war with her slowly encroaching bosom - exposing the bottom half of her rack to the cool evening air. Worse still, the elastic band on what had once been the waist of the sweatshirt was pulling up on her breasts - mashing them together and sending all sorts of warm and tingly sensations down her spine that Sarah wasn't sure she could deal with.
It had to come off.
Sarah tugged desperately at the hoodie, trying to get it over her head - but the elastic band was stretched to its max - stuck under her hyper-sensitive nipples, and tugging at it was just making little flashing lights of pleasure go off in her head. She reached up with both hands, grasped the stylized v-neck, and pulled apart with all her might. The over-stretched material tore like tissue paper, and she quickly removed as much of the tattered remains of the hoodie as she could get off, leaving only the offending elastic band to restrain her - and that would be quick work, too now that she could get at it with her claws.
The elastic band went with little effort. She worked a puncture into the center of the band, and it tore itself apart from the sheer force of breast flesh pressing out against it - giving up with an audible /thwop/ as Sarah's breasts bounced free.
Sarah stared at her chest in disbelief. She didn't /feel/ the added weight on her chest - any more than she had earlier in the alley, anyway - but they were nearly twice the size they had been. An experimental heft with her paws confirmed: her breasts were heavy, full, and getting fuller by the minute. She could already feel the added pressure begging her for release - and the warm sensation was already crawling up her fingers and licking against her toes - but she didn't have a choice in the matter.
She couldn't let the pressure continue to build up. While she was fairly certain she wouldn't actually explode - fairly certain - she was going to have to relieve some tension now, or she was going to either get too damn big to move or be forced to deal with it at a more incontinent time - like when she was too damn big to move.
She was just going to have to take this slow. Sit down. Relax. Breathe. Reach out with her hands and gently stroke ...
If she hadn't been sitting down, Sarah would have been fallen to her knees with the pleasure. It felt good. It felt way too good. It felt amazing. Her swollen breasts were incredibly sensitive, just resting her hands on them felt amazing - and the slow, automatic circles she traced on her flesh felt even better.
Then there were her nipples. From the moment she'd first gently stroked them, she'd wanted to touch them - wanted to tweak and tug and pull and play. And the warm trickle of milk that flowed down over her hands, down her chest and stomach and pooled on the grass below? Well, that felt wonderful, too. More sensation, more pleasure.
The soft, tingling warmth spread up from her legs, down through her hands - slowly, tentatively - as if it weren't sure if it was really wanted. But Sarah kept touching - couldn't stop touching. She'd been such a good girl - when being a macro had denied her sex, she'd made do. When being a macro denied her fantasies, she'd fought to maintain control. Then it had thrown her a curveball. Given her a slow pressing need to attend to. One that would appear benign until she touched. Until that one little tweak, and she had realized just what she'd been missing. It felt so good just to finally give in and take it all back.
Warmth engulfed her body. Wonderful, tingling warmth. She sped up her milking - her actions becoming more vigorous - the trickle of her milk increasing to a river. She increased her tempo - building - feeling herself climb higher and higher until her pleasure spiked.
She came. The best orgasm she'd ever experienced just from milking herself - from massaging and exploring the wonders of her body. The warmth that engulfed her body intensified - becoming a dull heat - a pleasure all its own as her whole body swelled.
She felt the sweatpants around her legs - already filled with more voluptuous hips and thigh than they were ever meant to contain - split at the seams. She paused massaging her breasts to sweep her arms down her stomach and over her exposed sex - sliding the tattered remains of her pants and underwear just out of the way. Soon she would be big enough to tear it all off with a single flex of her powerful body, and removing them simply wasn't worth effort that could be spent pleasuring herself.
It turned out to be a good decision. As wonderful as her breasts had felt, her wet and waiting sex was an order of magnitude better. The slightest touch of her swollen lips was electric, and a quick rub against her clit sent shivers down her spine. She delved in enthusiastically, focusing one hand on her button while the other worked fingers into her depths. The sensations intensified - growing as she did, until at last she came the second time - her passionate moans shaking the branches of nearby trees - her body feeling limp and loose as pleasure rebounded around her senses.
Things became a blur for Sarah. She began trying to stimulate every erogenous zone she could find at once - one hand working her sex while the other massaged and milked. Somewhere along the line, she had guided one of her teats into her mouth. She didn't remember doing it, but she delighted in the taste of her own milk almost as much as she enjoyed the shockwaves of sensation it caused her nipple.
She was overloaded with pleasure. Every nerve she had screamed at her to keep going and to never stop. She quickly worked herself to a third orgasm this way - oblivious to the world around her as her whole body grew ever larger - even as she finally began to make progress on her over-full breasts. A fourth followed soon after, not even giving her body time to finish feeling the pleasure from the previous climax before another added up on top of it.
Sarah might have continued on this way for a long time - letting orgasm after orgasm roll through her body - lost in bliss as she climbed ever larger. Then someone started shouting.
"Now!" The voice was carried through a megaphone: distorted and electronic - making it impossible for Sarah to figure out where it came from.
And it was followed by harsh white spotlights that flicked on all around her. Suddenly, she was lit up - her whole body illuminated - her night-adjusted eyes dazzled by the bright light. Tiny figures - people she realized - ducked and darted around her, shouting and running - their movements little more than shadowy suggestions behind the glare.
Sarah reached out and snatched at one as he darted past. She caught him under the arms with a powerful hand and dragged him into the light where she could see him. A german shepherd dressed in a black security uniform - perhaps a quarter of Sarah's size - stared back at her with pleading eyes. She smiled at him, reached over with her other hand and lifted him wholly off the ground. He wailed as she plunked him down between her legs and shoved his head down.
The shepherd struggled at first, but after a few moments of breathing her scent, he leaned in and began dutifully working her sex. He used his whole body - arms, hands, and head - massaging, licking and sucking anything he could get his hands on in a frenzy of sexual heat. Sarah's pleasure center lit up, and she leaned back - tongue lolling in orgasmic bliss - fully intending to carry on with her masturbatory session with her new audience. Let them watch! She was a goddess of sex - of power! She had absolutely /nothing/ to be ashamed of!
While she was distracted, another form darted forward and slapped something on the wrist restraining her shepherd devotee. She recoiled away from the cool sensation of metal around her wrist and the shepherd fell back onto the grass, his face covered in her juices. Sarah tried to pull the offending cuff off of her arm, but whatever it was, it was locked down tight. As she pulled, and tugged to no avail, the bracelet began to emit a cool blue light, and Sarah felt the heat of her growth begin to subside.
She felt her mind begin to emerge from the haze of sex. She looked around, trying to fight the fog that covered her mind and understand what was going on. A fox and a raccoon ran forward and grabbed their german shepherd compatriot by the arms as he undid his pants and tried frantically to jack off in front of her. They all seemed so ... small ... she was having trouble recognizing them as people.
Sarah felt another cuff be slapped on her remaining wrist, and the last of the warmth subsided from her body completely. She felt naked. Disoriented. Tired. She needed to sleep on this. It was too much sensory information for one person to handle in a day - and she just needed to lie down for a bit. That was it.
Sarah flopped down on her back in the grass, her breasts bouncing heavily on her chest. She felt her eyelids get heavy - felt her body relax. Then - for the first time in two weeks - she drifted off to sleep.
"Mission successful, Eddie!" Kayne slapped his raccoon assistant on the back, a broad smile lighting up his vulpine face.
"What do we want to do about Jameson?" Eddie looked happy, but a little shaken. Kayne guessed this was the kid's first time seeing a macro up close and personal. It was a little less sexy and a lot more scary than the news broadcasts made them look - and this one hadn't even gotten to her full size first. It was a damn miracle the bracelets worked, or that would have been ugly.
"Uh ... " Kayne racked his memory for someone named Jameson. That wasn't the macro's name, was it? "Who?"
"Our resident cunnilingus expert."
"Ah." Jameson must have been the special ops who'd been snagged. The german shepherd he and Eddie had rescued from the macro. A full dose of pheromones would keep the poor bastard out of his mind all night. "Keep him restrained to stop him from hurting himself, and keep him hydrated. He's going to be losing a lot of fluid tonight no matter what we do."
"Alright." Eddie checked something off in a pocket notebook, and began to walk back towards the spotlight trucks. "I'll start prep for transport. We should be good to go in ten."
Kayne nodded and turned his attention back to the enormous woman sleeping quietly on the grass. He admired her curves, still lit up by the spotlight - the soft rise and fall of her marvelous breasts, the soft curve of her hips, and the wonderful mixture of toned and plush flesh on her ass and stomach. Whoever was responsible for the macros sure as hell knew how to sculpt a woman.
He smiled to himself - and if she turned out to be everything they hoped she was, Nydus Industries would be able to offer every woman on the planet a body like that.
For a price, of course.