
Panic's eyes had the same gummy, gritty texture they always did after
she died. How long had she been out? It usually took a few days, but it
could have been longer if the bastards who had killed her had gotten
hungry while she healed. She tried to wiggle her fingers, and could tell
that most of both arms was missing. Probably a week then. In these
first few moments of consciousness, she couldn't feel the pain yet, but
it would come. Her power would make sure that the cold of the forever-winter
didn't numb her. She clenched her jaw. Making a noise was a good way to
spend a few hours without a tongue, and she'd run out of spunky defiance
long ago.

She opened her eyes. As she had been for the last three months, she was
tied up, this time, held in an upright position by the ropes which bound
her to a tall oak. Crave's bandits had set up camp a bit below the tree.
They looked irritable. Their fearless leader wouldn't have given them
any of his blood to drink while his own source of blood was dead. He
might even have partaken from his own fighters.

How had Panic died this time? Usually it happened when Crave got to
enthusiastic about his whole vampire routine and drained her dry. The
last thing she remembered was trudging along behind the cart, getting
tugged along by the iron collar around her neck.

The pain hit her in a wave, and despite her best efforts Panic let out
a long, low moan of distress.

"Shut up Pig!" one of the bandits yelled up at her.

Panic bit her tongue. The only reason they weren't inflicting more pain on
her was that they didn't want to get up. They were to busy roasting what looked
like her forearm over the fire. Panic saw fingers, and averted her eyes. There
was a time when that kind of thing had made her sick. Now, it just made her
tired. She let her head loll, trying to ignore the world around her and think
of happier things, like a death that stuck.

The light was fading when a shift in the rhythm of motion in the camp made
Panic lift her head. A tall blond man was walking towards the camp, a heavy
pack on his back and a laden card bumping along slowly behind him. "Trade
friends! Trade!" He called out.

Was this guy insane? Couldn't he see that he was walking up to a pack of
reavers? As far as Panic could see, he was unarmed. Crave got to his
feet. "Stop there. What do you have to trade?"

The stranger unbuckled the belt he was using to pull the cart and
set his pack down. "I've got a little bit of everything! What do you want?
I've got knives, tin mugs, sixty feet of silk, four pounds of coffee, a dozen
kinds of tea, twine, buttons, and even a telescope!"

Crave and his men drew closer to the peddler, spreading out in a loose fan.
Panic wanted to yell for him to run, but she was too much of a coward. *You
poor bastard.* The code of the road had held for a few years after the breaking,
but these days no one paid it much heed, men like Crave least of all. The
peddler was a fool to expect hospitality as honor demanded.

"Oh, I can tell the telescope has you fine lads excited. It's a wonderful thing!
You can see anything on the horizon clear as day."

"We'll take it." Crave said, stepping within arms reach of the stranger.

"Excellent, it's right here," he bent to unbuckle his pack. He didn't take out a
telescope though. Instead, he threw something that expanded into a splatter of
red as it flew through the air. From the way Crave's men tracked it with their
eyes, Panic knew it was blood. How could this stranger have known about the
fixation with blood that Crave's power gave to the people who partook of the
bandit leader? Crave reacted immediately, moving faster than fast. His hands
shot out and grabbed the stranger by the shoulders and a forest of thick fangs
sprouted from his mouth as he went for the jugular. Panic expected to see blood
flowing from the peddler's neck, but instead the stranger flipped the wide
lapel of his coat aside and a long stiletto blade on a spring popped up to
line up with Crave's chin as the bandit leader's head came forward. Panic
couldn't see what happened next clearly, but the stranger's hands moved
rapidly and a moment later Crave was stumbling back and falling to a
heap on the dusty road.

Panic didn't see any major wounds, and she knew from experience that Crave
could shrug off a few dozen stab wounds when he had plenty of blood in him.
Crave was still clearly alive and mad as hell, but his efforts to get to
his feet seemed to have little success. His men had only just started to
realize what had happened before the stranger drew a pair of machetes
from his pack and moved into them in a whirlwind of flashing metal.
He didn't move smoothly and elegantly like a trained fighter, but every
blow landed to devastating effect even if they looked a little awkward.
His movements were jerky and unpredictable, and none of the bandits
managed to touch him as he stumbled through them with his bloody blades
flying. One of Panic's captors drew a gun. Normally bullets were too
precious, but this was clearly a time to spend one. The peddler threw
a machete and caught the man in the throat before he had even
cleared his holster. A moment later a straight razor was in his hand.
Despite the reduced reach, he didn't seem much less effective with
the razor than he had been with the machete it replaced.

As fast as it had begun, it was over. All of Crave's men lay dead on the
road, and Crave continued ineffectually flopping around on the road.
The stranger calmly walked to his pack and withdrew several long spikes.
He walked over to Crave and methodically hammered them through the bandit,
rendering him less and less mobile with each spike. Finished with his
gruesome task, he turned to Panic and walked over to her.

Underdog looked down at the woman the bandits had kept captive. She was
a slip of a thing, only five feet tall or so and slender, but slender the
way people were before the Breaking, not emaciated the way everyone was
these days. She was filthy, but he could make out pretty east Asian features
through the grime. Fragmented tattoos were visible on most of the skin that
didn't look pink with fresh healing "You're Awakened."

Panic looked up at the stranger. Hope fluttered in her chest, but she
tried to clamp down on it. She'd been "rescued" before. "So are you."
He had to be to have gone through the bandits so easily, though his
power wasn't the flashy kind. He probably had one of those spooky mental
powers.

"Would you like to kill him?" Underdog asked. "I'm sorry I couldn't arrange
for you to have the opportunity to kill the rest of them."

Panic looked over at Crave, who was still struggling against the spikes.
She looked back at the man standing over her. "Who are you?"

"Underdog." He gave his public name, the one he would have chosen some time
after the world had broken.

"Why?" She really hoped it wasn't because he had realized what she was and
wanted to cut off tasty little morsels to stay fed.

"It didn't seem right. No one should have to die again and again."

How did he know what had happened to her? "Most things aren't right these days."

"I guess I'm sentimental. You still haven't answered my question."

Panic looked over at Crave once again, "Yes, yes I think I would."

Underdog set to picking at the rope that bound her. Cutting it would have been
faster, but there was no use destroying good rope. Panic would have been annoyed
if he had cut it just to make her comfortable. That would have been beyond sentimental
and into stupid. As soon as the rope was undone, she collapsed onto the ground.
Underdog bent down and helped her up.

Panic hobbled painfully over to the man who had presided over the worst period of
her life. "I don't know if I'm strong enough." She wobbled on her feet next to
Crave.

Underdog bent down and drew a short knife, which he stabbed part way into Crave's
neck at the base of his throat. "Mind the teeth."

Panic lifted an unsteady foot and stomped down. She didn't know when she started
crying, but it was sometime between when Underdog wrapped her in his arms and
when he brought his hand up to cup the back of his head. He didn't say anything,
just held her.

After a long time Underdog let her go. Panic looked up at him, overwhelmed with
gratitude as the fact that this was a genuine rescue rather than a mere shift
in exploiters. She sank to her knees on the dusty road. "I owe you my life.
I pledge myself to you."

Underdog looked down at her. "No you don't. You're immortal. Come on, get up."
Panic didn't have any hands to take, so he hauled her back to her feet by the
front of her filthy shirt.

Panic looked at him sullenly, stung by the brusque rejection. "You don't want
me? I know I don't look like much now, but give me a few hours and I'll be
a great retainer. I'll be your sicario, your whore. Anything you want, I'll do it."

"You'll just paint a target on my back. I'm good on my own. You're free now,
you don't owe me anything."

"What would you have me do now? Wander around until someone else realizes what I
am?" Panic could see it unfolding already. She would have a few months of freedom
if she was lucky, and then it would be more of the same.

"I don't care what you do." Underdog turned and started sorting through the bandit's
things.

Panic sat down in the road and watched as her rescuer choose the supplies he
wanted to take, discarding some of his own to make room for better stuff. When
he took out a hunting knife and began butchering one of the bandits, a man who
had enjoyed hurting Panic just for the hell of it, she turned away. She couldn't
begrudge him the decision, not in these times, but it was hard to watch when she
herself had been on the menu so often. He finished packing up his cart and shouldered
his pack, then stood there for a long time. Finally, he shook his head and let out
a sigh, "well, come on then."

Panic got to her feet and moved towards him as quickly as she could manage.

"What's your name?" he asked when they got to his cart.

Somehow Panic had been expecting him to know that. He already knew about her powers
and seemed to have come perfectly prepared to deal with Crave. "I'm An- Panic. You
can call me Pan." It had been so long since someone new was interested in her name
that she almost told him her name from before the Breaking. Anna Wu was dead though.

"Ok Pan," he grabbed a pack that one of the fallen bandits had used and tossed it
on the back of his cart, then began repacking it. "You can carry this once you've
healed up."

"We shouldn't wait that long. People will see," she looked upwards to indicate where
the crows would soon be circling. Crows had thrived after the Breaking.

Underdog buckled on the cart harness and turned to go, "I'll carry it until then."
Somehow he managed the extra weight.

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Panic smashed the ice that formed a thing skein over the surface of the river pool
with a large rock. It was a lot thinner than it had been for years. There might not be
any ice in the coming summer. She stepped off the shore and let her legs sink into the
hole. The water wasn't moving fast enough to suck her under, not that it would have
been a big deal if it did. Her power would keep her lungs filled with air, just like
it made sure she only got a little chilly even in the killing-cold water. In many
ways Panic's power was perfect for the world she lived in. She only ever got a little
hungry, and a little cold. She could walk through heavy ashfall and walk out with
clean lungs. That's what she'd done in the early days, but then the eruptions had
died back and the noxious gas had receded. She'd been happy at the time, not yet realizing
that the Breaking had been protecting her from the real danger: people.

She soaked in the cold water for a while, diving beneath the ice for a few long minutes.
If she wasn't with Underdog she could just stay under rivers like this. Hide in places
only she could survive. It might be the smart thing to do, but there was a jagged panicked
part of her that only felt better when she was near the tall, taciturn man. She'd chosen
her name because she thought it sounded scary, but it felt all too on the nose now. She
never wanted to end up anyone's prisoner again.

When she walked back to camp, Underdog looked up at her, "You should be freezing."
He sounded annoyed. He was chewing on some jerky that Panic tried not to think to hard
about.

She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging the thin XXL t-shirt that hung around
her like a dress. "I'm good."

"You're not even a little cold?" He cocked his head.

Panic was a *little* chilly, but she didn't notice it anymore. "Nope!" She walked
over and sat down next to him. "We moving today?"

Underdog nodded, "I'm running low on food. Have to do something about that." He should
have started hunting already, but he didn't want to expose Panic to danger. He'd developed
some strong protective feelings about his pretty companion rather fast. It was the kind
of thing that was likely to get him killed, but she was just so small and sweet despite
all that had happened to her. She'd told him that she was 27, but she looked younger
thanks to her power. It was perhaps inevitable that Underdog would fall in love with
her given how much time they were spending alone together, but he didn't want to act
on it. Panic had been through so many horrors, and he didn't want to do anything to
make his protection seem conditional. Her personality was starting to shine through
after some long dark days after he had saved her. She had an endearingly annoying
sense of humor that flashed through occasionally, and was starting to smile with
increasing frequency.

"You don't need to go hunting, 'der." It wasn't the first time she had offered.

"I'm not going to- I don't want to hear about that again."

"You sure? I'm very-" Panic started to raise her arm to her mouth to show how tasty
she was, but she stopped when she saw the expression on Underdog's face. "Nevermind.
Sorry."

"Pan, I- if I do that, I won't be any better than the people who've, who've done-"

"Who've cut bits off of me and eaten them?"

"Yeah,"

Panic had already told him that she didn't mind the pain, that she was worried about
him getting hurt if he went raiding, that her arm would grow back in a few hours.
He'd remained resolute in his refusal, and it only made Panic feel luckier to have
met him. "Where are you going to go?" she asked after a while.

"Coso."

"Coso. That's dangerous." Some people had managed to keep the geothermal power
plant at Coso going and were using it to power a compound, growing food in
greenhouses they heated and lighted with the power. The lords of Coso had a
reputation for viciousness.

"I've done it before. I'm good at exploiting weaknesses in their defenses."
Underdog had explained that his power was recognizing and exploiting weaknesses.
He could spot the problems in people's fighting styles, understand any drawbacks
to the powers of fellow Awakened, or collapse a building with minimal effort.
It was a strong power, and Panic had seen first hand just how effective it made
him, but she still worried.

The topic of Coso gave her a thought. "Maybe, maybe there's a way I could give
you nutrition without any cutting. The lords of Coso does that thing with the,
ummm-"

"He calls them human filters,"

"Yeah, you could do that to me," she cupped her small breasts suggestively and
gave him an exaggerated saucy wink. She'd been getting more and more overtly
flirtatious as she'd come out of her dark cloud.

Underdog's eyes dropped to Panic's hands, noting that she was almost entirely
flat chested. Panic saw where he was looking, "Oh come on, just 'cause I don't
have big boobs doesn't mean I can't make milk."

Underdog cleared his throat. "That's not- I wasn't- it doesn't matter anyway.
We don't have the medication that they use at Coso to induce lactation." The
topic of conversation suddenly made him aware of his dick pressing up against
the inside of his underwear. Now that Panic had raised the possibility, Underdog's
power started feeding him information. There was something he could do here.
He could exploit the fact that he understood Panic's power better than she did
herself. He didn't like using his power on her, but the path his power was laying
out for him was so tantalizing.

"Oh, that's true I guess."

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"Hey 'der! How'd it go?" Panic refused to use the 'Dog' nickname that Underdog had
suggested, instead calling him "'der". She'd been alone in the forest for the
last few days while he went in to Coso. His pack didn't seem any fuller than
it had when he walked off, so maybe he had decided the guards were too
scary.

"It went great!"

"Did you get more food?"

"No, something else." He pulled a bottle of medicine out of his pants. "I snuck into
their medical storage and lifted some of the meds they use to, umm, induce lactation."
It was all a lie. He hadn't gone anywhere near Coso. Instead, he's just put some
multivitamins that he'd found a while back and started taking to avoid micronutrient
deficiencies in a medicine bottle he'd been using to keep tinder for fire-starting
dry, then he had fucked around in the woods for a few days. "You sure you want to do this?"

Panic nodded. She wanted to make sure her savior didn't go hungry, and if it meant
the big man wound up sucking on her boobs, she didn't mind at all. In fact, the
idea had been the subject of a darkly thrilling dream the night after it first came
up in conversation. "Gimme."

Underdog shook a pill out into his palm and handed it to her.

Panic popped the tablet and swallowed it. "How long before this starts working?"

"My power is telling me it should just take a day or two. I think it was designed
by some medical Awakened," he lied.

"That's fast."

"Yeah,"

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"'gmorning 'der." Panic looked over at Underdog as he got out of the tent. Her power meant
she never slept, so she always stayed up to stand watch at night.

"Morning Pan." Underdog looked over at her, then started, "Whoa, your breasts are definitely
swollen," he lied, "I think it's working. Do you feel bloated? Is it uncomfortable?"

"Really? You think so?" Panic looked down at her chest, bringing her hands up to
cup her tiny breasts. It felt the same as ever.

"Yeah, definitely. Trust me, I'm a man, we notice these things."

It was the first sign that Underdog had given her that he felt any of the sexual tension
that Panic had been feeling, "Oh really? You're a man, so you're an expert in boobs?"

"Well, umm, yeah, kinda."

"Hmmmm, I would think that of the two of us, I would be the expert in boobs, seeing as
I have some." Panic said.

"Well, now you have some," Underdog gave her a cheeky grin.

"Hey! I've always had boobs, just, not, you know, very big ones," the tiny Asian woman
protested.

"Whatever you say Pan,"

Panic flipped him off, then got out of the tent and stretched. She was glad her power
meant she never had to pee or poop since that had always been her least favorite part
of camping. Walking barefoot over the show, she cupped her boobs, *I guess I am a little
bigger.* It wasn't true, but Underdog had managed to mess with her head enough to convince
her.

They broke camp and pulled their packs on. The cart was light since they were low on food.
By the time Panic was cinching the chest strap of her pack into place, Underdog could
see that her breasts really had swollen as her power made her body match the false self
image he had given her. "Here, have another pill," he handed her one.

"Thanks! Yeah these are definitely working. I didn't notice it at first, but now I
do. Before long you'll be sucking on the girls like my little baby." Panic's nipples
made dents in her thin t-shirt.

Underdog's dick inflated to a semi-chub at her words, surprised at how forward she was
about it, and about just how, well, excited she seemed by the prospect. He cleared his
throat, "Well, you're obviously reacting quickly to the drug, so it will probably be
soon," he lied.

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"This looks great! You definitely can't see it from outside." They had discovered a crack
in the rock face of a mountain that concealed a small clearing from outside. There was no
roof, so it wasn't really a cave, but there was just enough space to put up the tent
and have a little area to make a small cooking fire.

"Yeah, if I can get the cart in. Can you help me lift it over this rock." Underdog
said.

"Sure," the cart had been a royal pain in the ass as they moved through the forest.
Panic hated the thing, but it had supplies that Underdog needed.

They lifted the cart into place and then sat down. "Pan, are you lactating already?"

Panic looked down. There were two tiny wet spots on her shirt. "Oh shit, yeah, I am."

Underdog licked his lips. He had cut his rations in half to stretch his remaining food
supply, so he was pretty hungry. "So, should I, uhhh,"

"Suck on my boobs? Wow, what a perv, I can't believe you would ask an innocent girl like
me something like that!" Despite her words Panic walked over and sat down next to him, putting
an exaggerated sway in her hips as she walked over to him.

"Innocent, right." Underdog said skeptically. As she'd come out of her shell, it had become
clear that while he might be trying to avoid initiating a relationship out of fear of
pressuring his companion, Panic had no such reservations. She tugged her the big baggy XXL
t-shirt that she wore like a dress off in one motion, revealing her naked body beneath.
Her pale skin glowed with health, and Underdog allowed himself a moment to admire her
lithe form. The tattoos that he had first noticed in fragments when he had found her
had fully healed, and now he took a moment to admire them. A red and gold dragon
twined up her right leg and a snarling tiger covered her left thigh. A stylized
hand held a bundle of flowers out across her rib cage, and the fingertips
flaked off in petals that blew away along with the petals of the flowers to
float up along her left flank. A school of multicolored fish swamp up her right
arm while her left was covered in geometric designs. "Suck," Panic commanded him.

"Ok," he bent down and tentatively took a nipple in his mouth. The milk that hit
his tongue flowed out slowly and grudgingly, but it was warm and tasted good to his
hungry taste buds.

Underdog was two heads taller than Panic, so his spine was twisted painfully by
the position. Evidently, Panic noticed, because she stopped him, "Here, this
might be easier." She turned towards him and swung a leg over his to straddle
him. He still had to bend down, but not by quite so much. They were both
very aware of the way their bodies pressed up against one another. Underdog's
dick became fully erect shortly after his naked companion settled into his
lap. He hoped she didn't notice, but his dick had never been the most subtle.

Panic quickly ran dry, but Underdog kept sucking for a while, trying to get every
last drop. "Sorry, ummm, sorry it wasn't very much," Panic said. The skin of her
neck was flushed and she sounded flustered.

"Actually, there was a pretty good amount," Underdog lied, "I'm not full, but I'm
not hungry anymore," another lie.

"Huh, I guess it didn't feel like as much as it was." Panic pulled her shirt back
on and slid off his lap. "Let's stay here a while. I like this little nook."

"A few days. We're still to close to Coso for my taste." Underdog said. Any doubts
about whether Panic felt the same carnal desire towards him that he felt towards
her had fled.

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Panic kept bringing her hands up to squeeze her breasts, amazed at how big they had
gotten in such a short period of time. Cup sizes didn't matter now that all the
department stores were burned out wrecks, but she thought she had been about a B-cup
when she had first given Underdog a drink when they had gotten to the nook in the rock.
They were planning to leave their camp once the morning broke and Underdog woke up,
and in the few days they had been their, Panic had completely transformed physically,
or at least her breasts had. *These have got to be D-cups at least, right?* Panic had
never really had to learn about larger bra sizes, but each of her breasts was bigger
than an orange and she couldn't completely cover one with both of her admittedly small
hands. What's more, she could feel the pressure of the milk within. She'd been producing
more and more every time she fed Underdog. He was still eating some of the food from
his stores, but he'd been able to cut his rations significantly.

Panic had been a little worried about what a liquid diet would do to a grown man,
but Underdog had told her that her milk made him feel better than he had in a long
time, like it was extra nutritious. He said he'd heard that the drugs were designed
to basically cannibalize the body of a "human filter" to give the lords of Coso
nutritious and clean sustenance, but since her power immediately regenerated any
of the damage done by the drug her milk must be extra nutritious. Panic didn't
know how he could be so sure about the inner workings of the drug, but Underdog's
power gave him a lot of insight into things and he'd been right that the drug was
working even when she didn't feel anything yet.

Panic waited for the dawn to come, dragging the blade of the knife Underdog had
given her back and forth along her arm to strop it into a razor edge with the
tiny imperfections of her skin. One of Panic's exes from before the Breaking
had been into shaving with a straight razor and he had told her that human skin
could be used as a finishing step to bring a blade to its very sharpest. It
gave her something to do and Panic wanted to keep her knife killing keen.

Panic heard the sounds of stirring from inside the tent. She only had to wait
a few minutes before Underdog emerged, stretching as he unfolded his 6'5" frame.
"'gmorning Pan."

Panic smiled, "morning sleepyhead. Four bears and two different bandit parties
came in the night, but don't worry, I took care of them."

Underdog grinned, "Didn't want to disturb my beauty sleep, huh? You're a doll."

Panic giggled, "I wouldn't wake you unless there were at least seven incidents."

"Of course,"

"You want breakfast?" Panic cupped her boobs and gave them a squeeze. Underdog's
eyes dropped to her chest, and Panic felt a buzz of satisfaction.

"Yeah,"

"Great!" Panic tugged off her over-sized t-shirt and tossed it on a rock. She
loved the way Underdog still seemed bashful about where to put his eyes when
she got naked in front of him. He had a bit of a boyscout vibe, and she'd
always found guys like that the most fun to corrupt. While he was a little
stunned by her casual nudity, she pushed him gently onto a rock and climbed
into his lap to straddle him. Her bare knees dug into the sharp granite, but
Panic hardly noticed. Her set-point for what constituted pain had changed
dramatically after she'd spent months in the clutches of various sadists,
the real kind, not the fun kind. She lifted herself slightly to fit a nipple
into Underdog's mouth and gave a contented sigh as she let down her milk.
Underdog gulped greedily, and the sensation of his lips around her nipples
made little tracers of pleasure ping back and forth between Panic's nipples
and her pussy, lighting up her spine and making her stomach flutter. It
seemed that her breasts got more and more sensitive with every inch they added.
Of course, she didn't mind a bit.

After she switched breasts, she was unable to contain her pleasure any longer,
and she let out a soft moan. At the sound, she could feel Underdog stop
sucking. "Are you ok, Pan?"

"Shut up! Keep sucking!" *Jeez, you really are too much of a gentleman. That's
ok, I like fixer-uppers,* she thought. Until that moan she wasn't sure if Underdog
realized just how into him she was, so she'd been playing it relatively cool, but
now she realized he had probably been noticing her signals, and been too much of
a gentleman to do anything about it, probably out of some misguided desire to treat
her gently after having seen he being used a torture meat. Well, if he was going
to be like that, she would just have to take things into her own hands. She slid
one of her small hands in between the two of them, bringing it towards her pussy.
Before she could get there though, she bumped up against something concealed by
Underdog's waistband. Her fingers closed around it through the thick padding of his
winter pants. The padding and careful positioning had kept it unobtrusive, but with
her hand curled around it, there was no mistaking the fact that Underdog was both
very well endowed and very hard. Panic bit her lip. "What's this?" she asked huskily.

"Sorry Pan, I- I didn't mean to-"

She cut him off with a kiss. "Didn't mean to what?"

"Take advantage. I didn't mean to take advantage. You've already-"

She kissed him again, then wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself against
him in a tight hug, "that's really sweet. You're a good man, 'der, but I want
this."

*Her eyes are so big,* Underdog thought, "Ok, well, I want it too."

Panic gave his cock a playful squeeze, "obviously." She stepped off of him and
began tugging at his pants. "Oh my god," she muttered when his dick finally sprang
free. She grabbed it with both hands one stacked on top of the other, but there
was still a bit of shaft uncovered and her hands couldn't close completely around
it. *This thing would split me in half,* the small woman thought, *I'm almost
glad I have the lack of birth control as an excuse not to try to fit it in.*

"It's ok if you don't want to-"

Panic rolled her eyes. "Will you stop being a gentleman for like three seconds?"
She sank to her knees and brought her lips to the head of his dick. It was a
stretch, but she managed to fit the bulbous head in her mouth and even slid
an inch or two of shaft in before she ran out of space. Despite not being able
to fit much of his massive cock in her mouth, she did the best with what she
had, enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down while she looked up at Underdog.
After a few moments, she realized she had some new assets to bring to her BJ game
and adjusted her position so she could sandwich Underdog's dick between her breasts.
Evidently, that really got him going because it wasn't long after that that he
warned her, "Pan, I'm gonna cum!"

Panic clamped her lips down and redoubled her efforts and in short order his
balls were convulsing. Her mouth quickly ran out of space and a few dribbles of
cum spurted out from between her lips and his dick. Panic slid off of his shaft
and made deliberate eye contact with Underdog before swallowing and then going
back down to lick him clean. She grinned at his expression. *Weren't expecting
that from little 'ol me.* Panic had looked like a middle schooler until she
was about 18, and even once she matured a bit guys hadn't stopped being surprised
by just how enthusiastic she could be in bed until she covered her body in tattoos
and piercings.

"Wow, Pan, that was-"

"I've got better things for those lips to be doing right now." She tugged him
off the rock and plunked herself down where he had been sitting, spreading her
legs in invitation. Underdog bent and brought his mouth down to meet Panic's lower
lips. He set to work immediately, thrusting his tongue between her hot folds
and doing his best to stimulate her clit, something his power gave him significant
help with. He hardly had to lean on his power at all though, since almost before
he had started Panic's legs clamped down around his ears and she let out a series
of increasingly loud moans. Vibrations bubbled up from her abdomen and her
fingers clutched at Underdog's hair. "Ok, ok, 'der, no more." She pulled him
away as her flesh became too sensitive to bear his further ministrations.

Panic stood up and pushed Underdog back down onto the rock so she could plunk
herself down in his lap, sitting sideways so she could kiss him. "You're pretty
good with your tongue mister."

Underdog gave her a squeeze, "I could say the same thing about you." He grinned.

Panic lay her head against his shoulder, "My life has gone from horrific to wonderful
so fast I might have whiplash."

At the reminder of what Panic had been through, Underdog wrapped her more tightly in
his embrace. He never wanted her to have to go through that again. They stayed like
that for a while, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. As the moment stretched out,
the landscape of weaknesses that Underdog perceived with his power shifted. Underdog
was always perfectly aware of his own weaknesses and how they might be exploited, so he
couldn't help but notice that Panic was now his biggest weakness. He saw exactly how
someone might export that, and it terrified him. Panic, he could see, was just as
vulnerable when it came to him, which scared him even more. He pressed his lips
against her forehead, holding them there for several breaths. "We should move on.
We've been here too long already. I want to get further away from Coso."

Panic met his eyes and saw a new note of worry in them. Clearly the liaison had changed
something for Underdog. "You're right." She hopped off and started packing up the camp,
not bothering to get dressed again.

Underdog watched her move about the camp for a few moments, appreciating her elfin
beauty. Underdog had always liked curvy women, and while Panic had always been quite pretty,
her new bust was really a thing of wonder, especially since he knew it was still growing.
His eyes dropped her her ass, which was tight and cute, but not exactly the kind of bulging
bubble butt that got him really excited. *What's one more white lie?* "Dang Pan, your butt
is getting bigger too."

Panic stopped stuffing things into the cart, "Really? I haven't noticed."

"Yeah, I think your hips are wider too."

"Hmmmm, I guess I'll take your word for it. You noticed my boobs growing before I did, you
perv. I hope you're right, I certainly wouldn't mind a bigger booty."

Underdog grinned, already thinking about what his little white lies were going to do to his
unexpectedly enthusiastic lover.

===============================================================================================

"Damn, these pills are working faster and faster," Panic commented, cupping her full
breasts. Her grapefruit sized mounds easily overfilled her dainty hands. Just like
Underdog had said it would, her ass had started to noticeably swell as well, and
though it was still pretty subtle her hips were definitely wider than they had been
her whole life.

Underdog looked at the curvy Asian woman in front of him. The t-shirt she wore was
still loose like a dress, but when she moved her curves pressed up against the
loose fabric enticingly. Thick nipples made prominent dents in the thin fabric.
"Yeah, you aren't kidding."

"It's a good thing you stole so many pills, this is pretty awesome," Panic grinned.

"Yeah, you're right," he smiled back.

"You want lunch?" Panic cupped her boobs invitingly.

"Yeah, I'm pretty hungry, thanks Pan,"

There wasn't a great place for him to sit, so instead he just knelt in front of her
while she pulled off her shirt and let him latch on. Thick, creamy milk flowed into
Underdog's mouth. It tasted better than anything he had ever had before. It hadn't
been so tasty at first, but Underdog's little white lies had altered Panic's self
image to the point where she thought of herself as having milk that tasted amazing.
Underdog hadn't suggested it, but he was pretty sure she'd come to think it was
an aphrodisiac as well because he was rock hard the moment it touched his tongue.

Panic lifted her foot and slid her toes along Underdog's rigid manhood. "Did I
do that?" she asked innocently. "Did my sexy milk make you hard again?" Her worry
melted away for the moment as the familiar ritual took over. She let a hand drop
between her legs as she bit her lip.

Underdog, of course, was silent, unable to reply as he drank. Panic could sense
his passion in the way his strong hands curled into her firm buttocks, pressing
into flesh that hadn't been there just days before. She switched breasts and
already she could feel her power replacing the milk she had just lost. Her
breast would be taught with milk once more in less than an hour. When he had
drunk his fill, Panic wasted no time in jumping up on his shoulders to bury
his face in her pussy. She locked her legs around him and laced her fingers
through his hair. He rose to his feet easily, more easily than he had the
first time they attempted this, so Panic knew he had been telling the truth
when he said her milk made him feel stronger. Underdog applied his power to
her, finding her most sensitive spots with his tongue immediately and taking
little time to bring her crashing into her first orgasm. He held the moaning
vixen suspended in the air while his skillful tongue kept her convulsing until
she begged him to stop. Once she did, he set her down on wobbly legs so that
she could sink her her knees and sandwich his iron hard cock between her soft
breasts to return the favor. With her milk in him, it didn't take him long
to blow his load while her lips were wrapped around the head of his mouth-filling
cock. She gulped down his spunk gamely, noting that it actually did taste a bit
better. Underdog had joked that that might happen since Panic's milk tasted
good and "you are what you eat," apparently he had been right again.

"Do you have to use your milk to make me even more horny? The rest of you
is already doing that perfectly well," he grumbled after let her down.

"What do you mean?" she blinked up at him in unconvincing innocence.

"My power is telling me you can control if your milk makes me horny or
not," he lied. He knew it would jeopardize the whole project if he tried
to convince her the taste of her milk couldn't make him hard as iron after
she had seen the evidence with her own eyes. At the very least he could
plant a suggestion that would give her a knob to turn down if the potency
of her milk got too out of hand.

"Hhhhmm, how?"

"I'm not really sure, you should be able to figure it out if you focus on
your breasts. I'm sure you'll figure it out."

"Yeah, but why would I want to?" she cackled evilly.

"I dunno, mercy? Maybe pity?"

"Hmmmmm, I don't know if I've heard of either of those concepts," Panic
pressed her index finger to her lips and looked towards the sky in an
exaggerated display of contemplation.

"Yeah yeah, ok, let's hit the trail. You can come up with plans to
torture me as we walk,"

"Ok yeah, let's go," They had lost a lot of time to canoodling after sex
in the first few days, but they were getting better at getting back on the
trail. They could luxuriate in the afterglow once they were in camp at
night. She hefted her pack. When Panic had loaded it up with extra gear
because his power told him she was getting stronger, she had definitely
noticed the increase in weight, but he had been right again because today it
felt lighter than ever despite the extra weight.

They pressed on, making good time through the moderately sparse underbrush
and occasionally stopping to consult the precious map. As they moved, Panic
noticed that Underdog was having a difficult time keeping his eyes off of her
body. She loved the way her expanding curves captured the attention of the big
man.

As they were making camp for the night Underdog glanced over at Panic and
did a double take. "Woah, Panic, you've gotten taller. I totally wasn't
expecting that."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's like the pills are causing a second puberty in you or something."
Underdog spoke with absolute conviction.

At this point he had been right about so many aspects of her transformation
process before she noticed them herself that that she accepted it without
any real pushback. "That's awesome. I've always wanted to be taller! I
hope I grow a lot."

"I guess that just depends on when you stop taking the pills."

"Yeah. I was thinking I might stop soon, but if taking more will make me taller,
I don't mind getting extra thick."

"And strong, don't forget strong."

"Oh, yeah you're right."

==================================================================================

Panic jerked forward to pull the cart over a root. Once she became strong enough
to pull the heavy burden, she had given up her pack in favor of the harness Underdog
had rigged up for the cart. She still wasn't as strong as Underdog, especially with
the way he had been filling out thanks to his new diet, but her power meant she never
got tired and it was safer for the stronger fighter to be able to move more easily.
The harness was still a little loose even adjusted down as much as it could go, but
that wouldn't be true if she kept growing as she was for much longer. Just as Underdog
had predicted, Panic had started to stretch up as well as out, and now stood about
5'4". These days it seemed like the only thing about Panic that wasn't growing was
her waist, which remained as tight as ever. Even her hair had grown thicker and longer.

"Panic! Look at this place! I found a cave!" Underdog called from up ahead.

"Awesome! Gimme a minute." She picked up the pace and soon managed to work her way through
a gap in the trees to see Underdog standing in the small entrance of a cave about 12 feet
up a cliff. "How big is it?" Panic asked.

"It's pretty small in the front, but it has a big chamber in the back. The floor is
uneven, but it is pretty dry."

"You want to stay here a few days?" They were far enough from any pockets of humanity
that they might stay longer if this place turned out to be good.

"Yeah."

Panic undid the harness then climbed nimbly up to join Underdog on the ledge outside
the cave. She pressed her body up against his, appreciating the way his hard muscles
felt beneath his shirt. When they had first met, Underdog had been strong in a thin
whipcord kind of way, but after a few weeks of drinking Panic's milk his musculature
was beginning to transform into something more akin to a bodybuilder on a cut. "You
hungry baby, or you want something else first?"

"I'm not addicted." Underdog muttered, but his heart wasn't in it anymore. His power
told him it was a lie. Panic had noticed how enthusiastic he was about going down on
her, and instead of just thinking that it was because he wanted to ensure her pleasure,
she had gotten it into her head that the drug was making her pussy juice addictive.
He hadn't been able to figure out a way to dissuade her of the notion without coming
clean about the rest of his white lies, so now he got increasingly horny if he didn't
eat her out every 12 hours or so.

Panic giggled, "whatever you say babe." She unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his
thick shaft, biting her lip in anticipation at the sight of it. "I think little
Underdog disagrees." She bent down and planted a kiss on the head of his cock,
"don't you little guy?" Underdog had cum right as Panic did while going down
on her once, and it had been enough to seed the idea that his new addiction prevented
him from orgasming until he had made Panic cum. Once Panic became convinced that
that was how her body worked, it became true.

Panic pulled her shirt off, letting honeydew melon sized breasts bounce free. She
grinned at the way Underdog stared at her incredible body. Having found a man as
great as Underdog, Panic was determined to hold onto him, and the way he looked
at her made her feel a thrill of possessive pride.

"Pan, did you shave somehow?" Underdog asked, suddenly realizing that her pussy
was now perfectly smooth.

"No, my hair just fell out. In my armpits as well. I think I'm starting to
understand how this drug works. You must have stolen one that is not a normal
lactation drug, or not only a lactation drug, since it seems to be doing lots
of things to make my body built for sex."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, think about it. They wouldn't need to make a drug that makes my booty
grow if the idea is just to use of some prisoner to make milk. This must be
a modification for the lovers of the Coso lords or something. Think about
it. It makes sense."

"Yeah, that's true, you, umm, you could be on to something here," Underdog
knew he couldn't push back or it would risk giving up the whole game.
He might be able to run with this idea of Panic's though. "That, umm, that
could actually explain something."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, my power has been telling me something, but I didn't bring it up
since I didn't see how it could make sense, and since it isn't really
a weakness my power has been fuzzy about it. Once you mentioned this I
kinda changed my perspective to get a clearer read on it though."
Underdog mused.

"Well, what is it?" Panic demanded.

"I think you can control your own fertility. You might have to learn to
focus in the right way, but it makes sense if the drug is redesigning your
body for sex. It should feel like, like opening or closing a fist in your
womb."

Panic looked down, her hands dropping to her lower abdomen. "I-I think I
can feel it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, hold on."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I want you to be sure before we take
advantage of it." Underdog cautioned. He knew it would take her power
some time to catch up with the new self image.

"That's very responsible of you. I guess we'll just have to settle for
oral until then," Panic grabbed his shaft and slid down until she could
wrap her milk-swollen boobs around it. She kneaded her hot flesh around
his shaft. Underdog let out guttural noises of desire, but Panic knew
he wouldn't be able to cum until he had plunged his tongue into her
snatch. She bobbed her head down to lick and suck, teasing his shaft
even further. Eventually, she knew it would become too much for him
and he would haul her into the air to make her scream and moan.
She worked diligently to stimulate the nerve endings in the bulbous
head of his girthy 9" cock. When she had first confronted Underdog's monster,
she had only been able to get her small mouth around the head and first
inch or so of the shaft, now though she managed to get halfway down
the thick shaft. The way her gag reflex seemed to be on permanent vacation
was just more evidence in Panic's mind that she was right about the pills
redesigning her body for sex. Muscles that shouldn't have existed allowed
her to grip his dick with her throat after she had slid it as deep as
she could manage.

"God, Pan, you're incredible, oh god," Underdog gasped at her assault.
He grabbed her below the arms and heaved her bodily up in the air to
slam her back against the cliff face and bury his face in her womanhood.
He managed to hold back from just forcing her to orgasm immediately,
instead giving Panic some of her own medicine by using his power to
expertly bring her to the edge or orgasm and keep her there.

He wanted to hear her beg for it, and before long he was rewarded for
his patience, "come on Underdog, please, oh god, please I need to cum."
As soon as she asked for it, he expertly focused her tongue on the most
sensitive spots between her folds and induced a screaming orgasm. Panic
thrashed in pleasure, throwing her head back against the rock hard enough
to hurt and squeezing Underdog's head her her spasming thighs. When she
came her body released a flood of chemicals into her spunk, it entered
Underdog's body through his lips and released the pressure that had been
holding back his climax. His hips bucked and jizz splattered against the
cliff face. In the afterglow, his legs sagged and Panic briefly worried
he might drop her, but he rallied and began to let her down slowly.

Panic arrested her descent by clamping her legs around Underdog's lower
ribs and waist when her bust was level with his head. "Don't forget your
dinner babe," she fit one of her thick nipples into his mouth and sighed
contentedly as she let down her milk. Her power did a good job of regulating
her milk level so that she was always full but not in danger of leaking, but
it was still a relief to release the constant pressure. Underdog gulped
eagerly. Panic's milk had been growing thicker and more nutritious every
day, so it was extremely filling. With her milk as thick as it was now,
she likely could have kept the big man fed with D-cups, so even a single
one of her hefty melons were more than enough. She could have stopped
taking the pills, but neither one of them had suggested it.

After Underdog had drunk his fill, Panic slid all the way down and
bent down to once more take his dick in her mouth. Now that he had
plied her folds with his tongue his ability to orgasm would not
be chemically locked for the next half hour or so, and she intended
to take advantage of the window. It didn't take her long, her enthusiastically
bobbing head and supernaturally dexterous throat soon had his large
balls ready to vent a second load. The sight of her bulging butt and
the gem-eyed scorpions dueling on the pale skin of her lower back did
its part to push him along as well. When his cock pulsed, she clamped
down and milked his dick with ripples of her throat that pulled is
cum directly out of his balls and into her stomach.

She pulled back and grinned up at him, leaning forward to plant a kiss
between his pecs. "I have a good feeling about this place," he said,
patting her gleaming black tresses that had been looking increasingly
like something out of a shampoo commercial of late.

"Yeah, me too," she murmured, looking up at him through lashes that
he noticed had grown.

=================================================================================

The cave was always dark, but in the mornings Panic's eyes had adjusted to
the lack of light enough that the dawn breaking through the small entry hole
allowed her to make out the fibers she had been twisting into twine all night.
The activity gave her something to do while she watched over her sleeping
lover and kept an eye on the narrow entrance to the cave. This far from any
town, she wasn't too worried about another person finding them, but the
threat of sleepers had never totally gone away, even if the monsters were not
as prevalent as they had been in the early days.

This was the day she had resolved to stop taking the pills, and once she
did she could spend some time using the sewing kit from Underdog's cart to
make herself some real clothes. The shirt Underdog had given her was much
less tent-like than it had been when she had first put it on. The XXL
garment was now tight across her bust and only just covered the tops
of her legs.

She set aside the fiber and crawled over to Underdog, pulling off her
shirt before slipping beneath the blankets of his bedroll. "Morning
'der."

"Mmmmmm," he made a noise of protest through her languid kiss, "it's so
early Pan."

"You're telling me you'd rather sleep than take advantage of your naked,
horny girlfriend?" She dropped a hand to take hold of the base of his
shaft. Despite having grown to 5'8", his dick still felt massive in her
hand. She could feel the heat building in her nethers as she ran her shiny
purple nails over his muscular chest. The nails had started coming in along
with naturally bright red lips, ever more luscious eyelashes, a complete
elimination of any imperfection in her skin, whitening teeth and a
subtle shift in the bone structure of her face that took her from pretty
to having a face that put any model from before the breaking to shame.
At first they had felt like ordinary nails, but Underdog had turned out
to be right when he commented that they looked like they were turning
into pretty good weapons. They weren't quite as sharp as knives thankfully,
since cutting everything she picked up would have been inconvenient, but
with enough pressure she could pull curls of steel off with them. Whoever
had designed the drug must have liked their women on the dangerous side.

"You couldn't have waited another ten minutes," his hands gave the lie
to his protest as they roamed over her massive rump and the curve where
her wide hips narrowed to her tiny waist.

"Oh, I'm sorry for waking you up. I'll just let you get back to sleep now."
She sat back, pressing his dick between her meaty ass cheeks with her and
flexing to squeeze his hot shaft with her buns. She stood up, making
the blankets slid off her to pool over Underdog's feet, then bent down to
plant a kiss on the head of his straining cock, "I'm sorry Little Underdog,
but Big Underdog doesn't have time for you or his horny girlfriend right
now. He says you have to go back to sleep. Hmmmm, yeah, I know. I know, I
want to play too, but I can't do anything about it. Yeah, yeah that's right,
we'll just have to wait and hope he remembers us," she gave a dramatic sigh
then waltzed off.

"You stole my blankets," Underdog growled, getting to his feet and glaring
at her.

"Oh my god, I'm such a bad girl! First I wake you up-" she gasped as he
grabbed her by the waist and jerked her towards him. "then I-" he placed
a hand on her back and pushed her roughly down until she was bending over
with her ass thrust back and her arms braced against the cave wall.
"then I steal your blankets. You should punish- oh gawd you're so fucking
big babe, that's it punish me with your big- uuggg- big, angry- fuck-
cock." She managed to get the sentence out as Underdog rammed his massive
shaft into her wet snatch and thrust into her again and again. She could
feel the raw animal power of him as his hips pistoned into her. He was
growing stronger every day thanks to her super nutritious milk, though to
her mild irritation she had recently become stronger than him. Still he
was more than strong enough to make her feel thoroughly overpowered just
the way she liked.

She tried to keep her moans contained for safety purposes with some success,
but Panic had always been pretty vocal in bed and the noises of her pleasure
filled the cave despite her best efforts. After allowing Underdog to pound
away at her doggy style for a while, she lifted one leg up between them and
flipped her body to face him, reveling in the flexibility the wonder drug
had granted her. Underdog lifted her up and pressed her against the wall,
thrusting into her as his powerful arms held her in place. The orgasm that
had been swelling between Panic's legs crashed through her, and she convulsively
clutched Underdog to herself. As soon as the chemical key was turned, Underdog's
body responded in kind, granting him one of the simultaneous orgasms that had
become routine for the couple. His seed jetted into her womb in pulses and
the frantic energy drained from their limbs.

"Mmmmmmm, consider me properly pun- oh shit, babe you're bleeding," Panic
held up a hand and Underdog could just make out the wet glisten on her
nails in the dim light. The initial sting of her nails breaking the skin
of his back had been too tied up with the pleasure of their coupling for
him to notice, but now it came into focus.

"Wow, yeah, so that's what that was."

"I'm so sorry. I'm not used to having these nails yet, oh my god. Does
it hurt?"

"Obviously it hurts, but I'll live,"

"Fuck, let's get out in the daylight and I can take a better look," she
said, pushing at him so he would let her down.

"In a bit, I'm hungry," he leaned down and latched on to one of her
breasts.

"Maybe it's not so great that this drug is making my milk taste so
good. I think it's messing with your decision making." She didn't
try to force the issue though, letting her milk down as soon as
he began to suck. The milk which flowed from her nipple was so
thick that a better word might have been cream. Even as her breasts
had been ballooning out, her milk had been getting ever more nutritious
and filling. It was at the point where she probably could have kept
Underdog fed with a chest hardly any larger than her natural size.
It was almost supernatural how he filled up after just five or six
big gulps of her thick creamy bounty. Of course just as her milk
was more filling, it was more of an aphrodisiac and she could feel
him thrusting into her again with a cock that had gone iron hard
the moment her milk hit his tongue.

He was gentler this time, and though she gasped at the pleasure
emanating from her pussy, her concern for her lover and guilt
at having hurt him made it hard for her to get into it. Underdog
wasn't standing for that though, and with the help of his power
he had soon expertly chased any thoughts more complex than the
raw sensations of her body from her mind. It was only when they
once again climaxed together that he pulled out and allowed her
to drop to the floor.

"I'll carry the blanket out but you should just put on pants
until I have a chance to look at it,"

"You know just because you can't feel the cold doesn't mean I
can handle it."

"Don't be such a baby, it will only be for a moment. Come on,"
she headed towards the entrance.

When they stood up on the ledge outside the cave entrance Panic
gestured for Underdog to turn around. "Ok, let's see, that's
funny, wait, that can't be right. What? Oh! Wow! It must be
my milk."

"What?"

"These cuts are almost healed. It looks like it has been weeks
rather than minutes. The only thing that makes sense is that my
milk got so nutritious that it started being able to heal you."

Underdog was surprised because this was one property of Panic's
milk that he had not gaslit into being. It was similar to the
aphrodisiac affects of her milk and addicting nature of her
vaginal secretions. Still, he certainly didn't object to having
a girlfriend with healing milk. "Yeah, that makes sense. The effect
is probably milder for normal women, but since your body regenerates
so fast you can push the drug much further."

"Well even if I healed it it still doesn't make up for hurting you
in the first place. It looks like the cuts were pretty bad." She
sounded quite contrite.

"It's ok Pan, really."

"Still, I need to be more careful." She kissed the one of the
pinkish crescents where the cuts were healing.

"I'm sure you will be, you're still getting used to this new body
of yours."

====================================================================================

"Let's see, yeah, you're still growing. You're 5'11" now."

"This is getting to be too much." Her continued growth had been obvious to
Panic when she had fed Underdog earlier in the day and noticed the fact that
a single one of her boobs was now indisputably larger than her boyfriend's
head. It wasn't just the same size as his head, it was clearly bigger in a
way that required no precise measurement to confirm. That wasn't the only
thing that was too much, everything about her transformation had continued
despite the fact that she had gone off the pills a week before. She had
filled him up with just two big gulps of her unnaturally nutritious milk.
It was so quick she hadn't even felt a real reduction in pressure in her
massive udders.

She had started reducing, though not eliminating, the aphrodisiac effects
of her milk the day before after Underdog seemed lose his capacity for higher
reasoning briefly due to a dose of the full strength stuff. Her ass-length
gleaming black tresses had become so thick that when she braided them into two
long braids, each was thicker around than the upper part of her forearm.
Her nails had been one thing when they extended a quarter inch from her
fingertips, but now they were a half inch long and she was worried that
they would become extremely inconvenient if they got any longer.

Her face had continued to shift until it was so beautiful that a mundane
origin was completely implausible. A face that achingly perfect could only
arise though supernatural means. On top of that, she had developed a resting
come-hither expression. In fact, all of her expressions were erotically
charged now. When her face twisted up in anger, it brought to mind an
avenging dominatrix. When she frowned it looked like some celestial queen
expressing her displeasure. When she smiled it was like a beam of sunlight
at midnight, dazzling enough to make your head go fuzzy.

Her hips, butt and thighs had continued to fill out to keep pace with her
expanded bosom, making her rear every bit as awe inspiring as the rest of
her. Even her movements had become erotic. Somehow the pill had rewritten
all of her unconscious mannerisms to make them supernaturally graceful,
each one becoming poetry in motion that showed off her incredible body.
She now moved over the ground so smoothly and silently you had to look
at her legs to be sure she was really walking rather than floating.
There was a very feline air to her when she moved, as if all the power
of a big cat had been boiled down and poured into her.

Underdog had been hoping to avoid coming clean in case he needed to use
the same trick again, but it seemed like Panic had gotten so used to
growing that going off the pills had not been enough to break the cycle.
"Pan, babe, I have a bit of a confession."

"Oh?" she cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I-um, I never actually went to Coso," he said.

"What? But clearly the pills work. I mean look at me. How did you get
them."

"Those pills are just multivitamins that I found a while back. I lied.
Everything about them was a lie."

She looked confused, "Why would you do that? And how did they work? I
mean obviously they worked."

"My power gave me a read on how your power works. You always heal towards
your self-image. It is pretty hard to change that self image, but with
my power telling me just the right things to say at just the right time
I could-"

"-gaslight me into turning into your big titty bimbo?"

"N-no, Pan, I didn't mean for it to happen like that. I couldn't control
it perfectly, just give you a push here and there."

She furrowed her brow, "so what are you saying?"

"Well, ummm, some of the changes are because of suggestions I made, and
some are, well, your idea."

"Like what?" her eyes were narrowed.

"Well, umm, the way your milk is an aphrodisiac, that wasn't me. Also, the
idea that the pills were designed to make you sexier, that- that was your
idea. A bunch of stuff seems to have happened as a result of that idea,
like your eyelashes getting longer and stuff."

"So you're saying it's my fault?" she demanded.

"No- no, definitely not your fault. I mean, I'm the one who lied to you,
so anything that happened, even if I didn't intend it to happen, it's
on me really."

"You could have told me about this a while ago. I've been able to keep
you fed for like a month," she pointed out.

He nodded, "yeah, that's true. You seemed to like the way you were growing
taller though, so I didn't want to interrupt it before you wanted. I wish
I could have asked you what you wanted more explicitly, but that would
have stopped the process."

"You were the one who told me my butt was getting bigger, which is what
made me think the pills were designed to make be sexier, so really that's
your fault too."

He nodded again, "You're right Pan. It's all my fault. I'm sorry ok."

Suddenly the dark expression on her face broke, "That's right. It is
all your fault." She pulled his head down so she could kiss him, "and
I love it. I just wanted to make you sweat for a bit."

"Oh thank god, I thought you were really mad," he sighed in relief.

"No way, I love my new body. I mean my tits are kinda inconveniently
large, but overall this is amazing. I don't like being lied to,
but I get why you had to do it for this to work. Can you make me change
some more? Maybe shrink the girls down a little?" She cupped her massive
chest. "Or shorten these nails, I've never really been a long nail kind
of girl."

"Unfortunately, now that you know about this, you're pretty much stuck
like this. Your power will return you to this form eventually even if you are
vaporized."

"Oh, how convenient for you," she glared at him.

"I'm sorry Pan, I didn't mean-"

"Oh, I'm just fucking with you, chill out dude." She leaned up against him, pulling
his chiseled form against her softer body. As she well knew there were much worse
ways to spend the apocalypse and she intended to hold on to Underdog with every
fiber of her being.

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Panic almost missed the soft sounds of rocks grinding together from something
crawling through the low passage into the cave. Now that she had finally stopped
growing, she was working on a chain mail top that would hopefully keep
her chest from jiggling around quite so much when she ran. Luckily she was not
too intent on the repetitive task, having been at it for hours already, so she
cocked her head at the foreign noise and gently put down her needle nose pliers.
She wasn't quite sure she had heard it, but then her straining eyes caught the
outline of a dark shape.

She silently extended a foot to dig her toes painfully into Underdog's armpit
in order to wake him up, "Ow, Pan, what-" he was cut off by the distinctive
shriek of a sleeper. Echoing shrieks could be heard from further outside the
cave. Before he could fully process it, Panic had exploded forward, shooting
over him towards the mouth of the cave. The sleeper had better night vision
than her, so she knew she had found it when strong hands grabbed her arm
and pulled it into waiting jaws. Panic's only reaction to the three inch
fangs sinking into her forearm was to slam her claws into the monster's
neck. Biting her arm had told her exactly where its head was. Dark ichor
poured out of the wound she had opened, but she didn't stop with one
blow. Before the beast had time to react her hand withdrew and slammed
home once more, this time a little lower so she could push her grip forward
to take hold of its trachea. It's hands found her, trying to push her off,
but though sleepers were much stronger than normal humans, Panic found that
she was stronger than the monster in her grip. She pulled back, ripping out
the creature's throat. It thrashed for a while longer, but its jaw soon yielded
and she was able to pull her arm free.

Underdog couldn't see in the dark any better than her, but his power told him
where to strike. Panic could hear the sound of his machetes finding flesh
as he dealt with another sleeper that had tried to follow the first. More
shrieks could be heard from outside their cave, but no more sleepers
followed the first two.

"They are staying outside for now," Underdog reported after a few minutes.

"How? They've seen us, they should be attacking," Panic had never heard
of sleepers displaying anything more than base cunning or being able to
hold their bloodthirst in check.

"They are being controlled by something. I need to get outside to see what."

"Let's wait for dawn. I want to be able to see and I could use the time to
heal."

"You're hurt?" he asked in concern.

"Just a scratch," she dismissed the four deep punctures and pulsing pain that
would have sent most people to their knees. Even sleeper venom wasn't all that
high on Panic's personal pain scale after what she had gone through at the
hands of the likes of Crave's gang. "I'll be better in an hour or so."

"Ok, sounds like a plan. Here," he handed her a machete.

"No, you keep it. I'm immortal remember? I'd rather you have the best weapons
since they can't really hurt me," she pushed the blade back towards him.

"You can heal me," he pointed out.

"True, but I don't want to experiment to find out how much I can heal you."

"Ok, at least take this," he dug through his gear until he found a Bowie knife
for her. Panic took it and stood close to the entrance, her eyes straining as
Underdog got dressed. She noticed that he strapped on the handgun he had taken
from Crave's gang, which comforted her. Her boyfriend was a very dangerous man.
She only hoped he was more dangerous than whatever could control a pack of
sleepers.

The shrieks continued intermittently for the next few hours, but no more sleepers
attempted to crawl into the cave. They waited half an hour after dawn had broken
before making a move so that the light had time to become a bit clearer.

"Let me go out first," Underdog said, "I'll be able to exploit their weaknesses
better with a bit of surprise."

Panic didn't like watching him crawl forward for face the sleepers alone, but
the low tunnel into their cave could only accommodate one person at a time.
Gripping the knife he had given her in her teeth, she crawled after him, remaining
tight on his heels. When he neared the entrance, he surged forward, flipping onto
his back and throwing two knives at targets she could not see. He twisted once
again, then flung himself off the narrow ledge outside the cave entrance. Panic
pulled herself forward with all her might, her pointed nails digging into the
rock hard enough to chip it. As soon as she cleared the entrance of the cave,
she could see Underdog whirling through a crowd of ten or so sleepers, his
blades flashing faster than the eye could follow. A strange looking sleeper
stood outside the crowd, watching with beady eyes. It towered ten feet tall
and though it had relatively narrow shoulders and spindly arms, its bulging
gut was larger than Panic and its hips looks to be nearly as wide as she
was tall. Despite its size it managed to look squat and toadish.

Panic didn't waste any more time taking in the scene. She took the knife from
her mouth and leaped down onto one of the sleepers, taking it in the back with
her knees and slamming her blade into its neck repeatedly once they went down
in a tangled heap. Instantly, two more sleepers were on her and she was slashing
and clawing at them. She tried to kick one in the chest, but it sank its own
claws into her calf and surged forward to bite her thigh. The other did the
same with her neck. She stabbed down and dug with her knife until she could
feel the disks in the spine of the one with a bite of her thigh pull apart,
then reached back to shove her fingers into the eyesockets of the beast
latched onto her neck. It reacted by pulling away without unlatching its
jaw, causing Panic to thrash in pain. She fought through it and managed
to shove her fingers deep enough to get it to release her and stumble
back with black ichor streaming down its face like gruesome tears. As
its fangs left her neck, a torrent of red blood spilled out over her
shoulder and began to splatter off her arm, back and breast. She managed
to rush the blinded sleepers and finish it off with three awkward stabs
to the throat, but her face was going numb and the blood loss was darkening
the edges of her vision. All she could do was hope Underdog had fared better
while she collapsed on the turf.

================================================================================

Panic's eyes had the familiar grittiness she had been hoping never to feel
again when she came to. "I was really hoping to be done dying," she muttered.
The tree canopy overhead had more pine than the trees outside their cave,
so someone had moved her body after she had died. She slowly turned her head
until she saw Underdog's slumbering form next to her. Relief flooded through
her. He must have won after she had fallen, then dragged her away so they
would not be found by anything drawn to the sound and smell of the battle.

Panic's relief was soon replaced with concern when she saw how pale Underdog
was. "'der?" her voice came out in a croak. She scrambled over to him, "'der,
babe, are you ok?"

"Huh? Oh, Pan, you're awake." He smiled up at her and she realized he had
been deliriously drowsing rather than sleeping properly.

"What happened?" She pulled the blankets down to get a better look at him.
He looked gaunt and sweat shone on his skin. When she pulled black the
blankets on his right arm she saw telltale black tracers winding up his
right forearm. His hand was bound in a bloody rag.

"One of the fuckers bit off two of my fingers,"

"Oh, you poor thing, how long was I out? You must be starving." Sleeper
venom wasn't immediately deadly, but it was so painful that many people
couldn't take the stress of a bite and died in agony days afterwards.

"Few days,"

"Oh jeez, hold on, let me get you fed. Let's hope my milk can heal this."
She straddled him and slid one of her cork sized nipples between his pale
lips. She noticed that he was shivering when she touched him, "there you
go," she let down her milk in a trickle, not wanting to overwhelm her
infirm lover. He sucked at her breast weakly, but almost from the moment
he swallowed she could see color returning to his skin. She glanced over
at his arm and watched as the black lines retreated before her eyes.
She was immediately intensely grateful that her growth had continued
after she had stopped the pills, any inconvenience due to an overlarge
bust was worth it if it meant her incredible milk could heal her lover.

When Underdog could no longer take any more of her thick cream, Panic
gently pulled the makeshift bandage he had tied around his hand apart.
None of the black evidence of the venom remained, and the stumps of his
middle and ring finger had completely healed over. They would have looked
like they had been healed for months if it were not for the two tiny
little buds growing from the center of each stump. When Panic looked
closer she could see little joints, "Babe, look, they're growing back!"
She excitedly pulled his hand over in front of his face.

"Holy shit, you're right. I'd resigned myself to having to work without
them."

"My boobs really are incredible aren't they?" She beamed down at the
forty pounds of tit cupped in her arms, "I mean it's like they are
full of healing potion!"

"I mean I could have told you that just by looking,"

She giggled and shifted her weight back to sandwich his very erect dick
between plush ass cheeks, "perv."

He smirked up at her, then turned serious, "thank you Pan, I feel a lot
better now."

She leaned down to kiss him, "good."

They made out for a long time, their lips moving languidly against one
another until Panic pulled back. "Pan?"

"Yeah?"

"I'd like to tell you my name. My real name." The breath caught in her
throat. In the culture that had sprung up after the breaking, knowing someone's
true name was only for the closest of family: brothers by blood or oath,
children and parents, husbands and wives.

"I'd like that too 'der." If anything could focus her attention on what
she wanted with the rest of her life, dying and nearly loosing the
best man she had every known certainly did. Once they exchanged names
they would be married by the traditions of the road.

"My name is Greg, Greg Flowers." He laughed, "wow it feels weird to say
that."

"I'm Anna Wu," her voice was soft. She didn't feel like Anna Wu anymore.
She felt hardly any relationship to the hard partying fashion student
she had been before the world broke. The experiences she had had since
the breaking had stripped away all trace of the carefree and adventurous
spirit she had had, at least until Underdog, Greg, found her. Now her
body and face had changed to the point where the old Anna would never
have a chance of recognizing her.

"Hey, hey, it's ok," at Greg's gentle voice she realized she was crying.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm- these are happy tears. It's just been so long since
I've been Anna."

He kissed the salty tears off her cheeks and the bridge of her nose
until she stopped crying and started laughing. His kisses became less
gentle and more urgent and she became aware of a deep aching desire
between her legs. Reaching down, she fed his hardness into her and
sank her hips down into him. Their bodies moved against one another
slowly and sensuously, less frenzied than their usual pace. For
nearly a minute of their lovemaking they did not break eye contact,
and the whole time Panic could feel a tumult of emotions building
in her. Love was there of course, but also no small degree of joy
and a generous helping of pure self-delighted pride at the specimen
of masculinity beneath her that she was claiming once and for all.

===========================================================================

Anna hated staying behind while Greg went off alone to recover their
stuff from the cave, but his power allowed him to be stealthy and
if she came along she would just blow his cover. To pass the time
while she waited for his return, she used her diamond hard nails
to carve buttons out of the core of a branch that she had found.
She would shave them down into disks and then place the point of
the nail on her index finger where she wanted to make a hole and
spin the little chip of wood to drill through. The little pile
of buttons in her lap grew slowly, reaching the size of her
palm by the time Greg emerged from the trees pulling their laden
cart.

"How was it?" she asked when he drew near.

He looked shaken, "Eerie, the bodies were all gone. They had been
dragged off."

"What? Wolves you think? I wouldn't think there are enough left
to find the bodies so fast."

He shook his head, "can't be wolves. The two in the cave were gone
as well. Did you get a look at that giant sleeper before you died?"

"Yeah, the one with the big belly and ass and weirdly small shoulders
and arms?"

"Yeah that one. It just watched while I fought the normal sleepers, but
then towards the end it grabbed a couple of the sleepers I had killed and
swallowed them whole."

"What? How? It's head looked pretty normal sized."

"I was more focused on the rest of the fight, and I think by that time
I had already lost the fingers, so I didn't get a great look at it, but
I remember a lot of stretching."

She shuddered, "creepy."

"Yeah."

"So what, you think it came back and got the rest of them? I know it was
big, but there were a lot of them."

He shrugged. "I don't know what happened, but I bet that had something
to do with it. I'm not sure how it could have gotten the ones in the cave
though. No way it could have fit in tunnel."

"Let's get the fuck out of here. I don't want to be close to that thing.
Gimme to something to wear though," she had been naked when the sleepers
attacked and apparently Greg hadn't wanted to stick around to cloth her
when he escaped after the fight.

"Right, sorry." He started digging through the cart until he found an
XXL shirt for her.

"Thanks. This sucks, I liked that cave. Fuckin' sleepers," she kicked
a pebble against a tree.

"Yeah, same. It was a nice cave."

"Right? The only thing wrong with it was that it was dark."

"We can find another one," he tried to reassure her.

"Yeah, maybe," she didn't sound too convinced.

==========================================================================

"Tie me up?" There was no stretch to Anna's chain mail top, so it had
to be tied in the back. The lack of stretch was the main point since
it prevented her heavy jugs from moving around. The top was cropped to
save on wire, so it looked like a sports bra more than anything else.
She was already wearing shorts she had sewn out of one of Greg's
shirts that had become worn through in several places.

"You ready?" Greg held out a wooden replica of one of his machetes.

"Yeah," after dying during the sleeper attack, she was determined to
avoid that sort of thing in the future. They had started spending
a few hours a day working on her combat abilities. Greg's power allowed
him to identify the biggest deficiencies in her fighting style and
give her excellent guidance on how to fix the issues.

He came at her without any warning and it was all she could do to
hold him off. She was still stronger and faster than him, but his
flawless technique meant it hardly mattered. His blade was everywhere.
She couldn't even bully him with her extra strength much anymore
since though she had stopped growing the daily doses of her super
nutritious milk had seen his musculature growing continually bulkier
and more powerful. She loved the way his body was changing when
they slept together, but it was a little annoying now.

They continued like that for and hour or so. When they had first started,
Greg hadn't been able to keep up the pace for so long. One of Anna's big
advantages was that she never tired so she could go at 100% all the time.
Now, with the aid of her milk, his stamina had improved to the point where
he could at least keep up with her for a while. After he called halt to
their sparring, he had her drill some specific moves while he watched and
let his power highlight anything wrong with how she was moving. He was
only silent when she executed the move perfectly. Greg had not been much
of a martial artist before the breaking, so their approach to learning to
fight involved Anna just trying a strike and then Greg using his power to
identify the well executed strike that it was most similar to. Once she
had learned a few moves, he could determine the presence of other moves
for her to learn by the way she had gaps in her overall style.

Once they stopped practicing with the wooden machete blades, they switched
to unarmed combat. Anna tied scraps of rags over her fingertips to avoid
hurting Greg. Most of the strikes his power told him she should use involved
her claws. She couldn't even make a great fist because of the way they dug
into her palms. They drilled some moves in the air for a while, then spared
unarmed for another hour, winding up, as they often did wrestling on the
ground. Greg called it quits after he had forced Anna to tap out for the
fifth time.

"Well, you've proven once again that you can tie me in knots, aren't you going
to take advantage of the situation?" Anna grinned up at her boyfriend and
shifted herself to wrap her legs around his waist. His shirt and shorts were
soaked in sweat, his body hot with exertion despite the fact that they were
on the icy ground.

"Gimme a minute to recover."

She flipped him over and slid her shorts off before reaching behind herself
and untying her top. The placebo pills had made her flexible enough to
make a contortionist green with envy, so she found it easy to reach behind
herself to get at the knot. The chain mail went loose in her hands when she
opened the knot, and she pulled the top over her head, letting her heavy
jugs bounce free, "how about I give you something else to recover?" she
bent down to dangle one of her udders over his face, smiling when she
felt him latch on. The milk filled his tired limbs with energy the
moment it hit his tongue and he was flipping her over once again so
he could pull off her shorts and free his member from its confines.

He sank down onto her, and Anna raised her hips in desperate desire
for her husband's cock, but he only ran the head back and forth over
the entrance of her pussy. She had been getting wetter and wetter since
they stopped fighting and her awareness of his body shifted away from
a struggle for control. The memory of how he had only just used his
big powerful body to dominate her was quite fresh, and now she was
desperate for him to claim his prize. Of course he had beaten her
with skill rather than raw animal power, but her lizard brain wasn't able
to tell the difference. "Please babe," she whined up at him, "I need you
inside me." He grinned down at her and continued to tease her while
she tried to shove her hips up to engulf him, "come on Greg," she bit
her lip.

Finally he relented, sliding his nine inch monster into her hungry
snatch and drawing an immediate delighted gasp from the woman below
him. They rutted on the frozen ground until Anna's pleasure built
to a crescendo and they came together. Afterwards, Anna locked
her ankles together behind Greg's butt to prevent him from escaping.
Her power meant she didn't mind the cold, but from experience she knew
he would be wanting to cover up soon. She wasn't going to let him
escape quite so easily.

"Babe, my ass is getting cold, let me up,"

She locked her legs tighter for a moment before relenting, "fine. Weak."

"Come on, we should get moving."

===================================================================================

"Up ahead, about a mile, there's a group of sleepers," Greg said softly.
That was right at the edge of the range of his power.

"Let's go around," Anna started turning, pulling the cart after her.

"No, two of them aren't normal sleepers. They have very good noses. If we
go away they might find us in the dark. Let's come at them from upwind."

Anna nodded, then unstrapped herself from the cart. She checked her weapons,
making sure she could smoothly draw the three javelins strapped to her back
and drawing the machete strapped to her waist. "You think I should use the
glave?" After the javelins had turned out to be a good fit for her, Greg had
come up with a way to lash a stave to the hilt of her machete to convert it
into a long glave. She had taken to the weapon well, her preternatural
grace helping her pick up the whirling almost dance-like forms that it
called for with ease.

"Yeah. We won't be able to sneak up on them with those two scent sleepers.
Might as well have the reach."

She nodded and pulled the split-end stave from their cart so she could fit
the flanges of the machete through holes Greg had bored for her and begin
the process of lashing the blade tightly in place. When she was finished,
she smacked the back end of the blade against a tree a few times to test
the strength of the lashing. Satisfied, she nodded, "let's go."

Leaving the cart behind, they took off through the trees. Greg moved
silently as his power helped him exploit the auditory weakness of the
sleepers. Anna made a bit more noise, but only a bit as the natural
grace in her limbs made it effortless to glide over the ground.
They moved in a long circle rather than directly approaching the
sleepers so that they could approach from upwind. When they were
300 yards away, Greg stopped her with a hand on her shoulder and
pointed their targets out. Anna looked at him and nodded, gripping
the hard wood of her glave and crouching low to being stalking
forward.

Most of the sleepers looked normal: mostly human but with bleached skin
and oversized jaws that couldn't quite close due to the snarl of fangs.
Two of them deviated from the typical pattern by being down on all fours
and possessing even more elongated and misshapen skulls than the normal
sleepers. Their limbs seemed to have shifted proportions in order to
make crawling easier, with shorter legs and longer arms. They held their
faces low to the ground and snuffled as they moved.

When they were about 100 feet away, one of the crawling sleepers cocked
its head at something and began casting about in their direction.
"Now," Greg whispered.

Anna slid one of her javelins off her back and whipped it at the sleeper
which seemed to have scented them. Her enhanced strength sent the shaft
lancing through the air faster than an ordinary human could have managed,
and her effortless grace and dexterity ensured that it was right on
target. The sharp head of the weapon punched through the sleeper's
chest, and it began flopping about in convulsive spasms. A moment later,
Greg released the thong of his sling and sent a fist sized stone slamming
into the face of one of the ordinary sleepers.

As one, the pack of monsters let out a chilling shriek and surged towards
them. Anna had time to hurl another javelin through the abdomen of another
sleeper before she had to grip her glave and meet the charge. She became a
whirling storm of steel and hardwood, keeping the sleepers at bay with
big spinning strikes and hacking at them whenever she got the chance.
She leveraged her powerful legs and disproportionate strength to leap
over the monsters, jumping thirty feet at a time in great arcs and
bouncing off of trees like she had been doing parkor her whole life.
Greg didn't move around quite as much, but whenever a sleeper drew
near him it collapsed on the ground, unable to move effectively after
key tendons had been sliced and often gushing blood from a major
vein. The fight was over in minutes, but the last two sleepers made
them work for several minutes after that, having grown more cautious
after seeing their brethren fall. Eventually, Greg took them both
out by pretending to fall and presenting a moment of false vulnerability.

Surveying the scene of carnage, Anna said, "I don't like this babe.
One pack of sleepers was weird, but another means something has changed.
This is more sleepers than I've seen in years."

"Yeah, something has definitely changed." Greg crouched by one of the
scent sleepers and poked at it with the tip of his machete. "Something
is controlling them, and changing them. First there was that weird
giant sleeper, now these things."

"We should find out more, let's try to find out where this group
came from. You can use their power to follow their tracks backwards
right?"

"Yeah, I should be able to."

"Ok. Gimme a minute to get my javelins," she made sure the sleepers
impaled on her javalins were dead with her glave before she ripped
the throwing spears from their bodies and cleaned off the black ichor
as best she could.

==============================================================================

They had been following the tracks for over a week, approaching the point
where even the most skilled tracker would have lost the trail without
Greg's powers to highlight the faintest of signs. They had paused only
briefly at night for Greg to get a short rest, and relied on the invigorating
effects of Anna's milk to keep him going. Now he paused as they worked their
way up towards the notch of a mountain pass. "There are a lot sleepers
in the next valley over."

"How much is a lot?" Anna asked, grip tightening on her glave. They had left
the cart behind, so she was traveling with the weapon assembled rather than
broken down into a machete and stave.

"Hundreds at least, but they are just on the edge of my range. Let's sneak
up and take a peek over the ridge." He began moving up the mountainside once
more, take more care with where he placed his feet in the shale.

When the arrived at the ridge Anna gasped softly, "holy shit." spread out
on the floor of the valley below was a horde of sleepers thousands strong.
Most looked pretty normal, but they could tell that there were a number of
atypical shapes among the monsters. They saw about fifty of the wide hipped
giants that they had seen in their first encounter with these new sleepers.
Some of the shapes below crawled on all fours like the scent sleepers, but
there were other shapes as well. Anna saw some with massively elongated legs
striding through the meadows like giant insects. There were some that were
short and squat like toads which hardly seemed to move at all. She made
out several with asymmetrically swollen limbs or bizarre tentacles lashing
in the air.

"Anna, watch out!" Greg shoved her out of the way and slashed upwards
with his machete, falling to the ground as he twisted on the way down.
His blade bit into the leg of a bat-like sleeper as it swooped down
on them, sheering off its clawed foot at the ankle. It screeched in
pain and fury and pulled up. On its way up three long whip-like tails
slashed down and slammed into Greg's back. They likely would have
opened his flesh if it were not for his thick coat. As it was, bony
spikes punched through the cloth and pierced his flesh in several
places.

Anna rolled out from underneath him and drew a javelin as she stood,
sending it rocketing after the bat sleeper as it labored to climb
from its dive. The spear took it in the belly and it crumpled in
midair.

"More are coming, run!" Greg took his own advice and began heading
down the slope, moving over the lose shale pell-mell. Anna took off
after him, finding it easier to move in the rough terrain than he
did as she took advantage of her grace and leaping ability.

After they had made it a few hundred feet, Greg paused, "more of
the fliers," he pointed towards the sky as a group of three more
of the bat-like sleepers appeared in the skys above them. He
bent down and picked up a rock to fit into his sling, then whirled
it expertly and sent the rock rocketing up to smash the elbow joint
of one of the giant bats, making its wing collapse and dropping it
from the sky. The other two entered a dive, loosing that distinctive
sleeper screech. Anna tried to hit one with another javelin, but
it slipped to the side and dodged the blow only to be caught by
another stone from Greg's sling, this one ripping a long gash in the
membrane of its wing and sending it tumbling from the air like its
fellows. The final sleeper-bat pulled up before it could reach them
with it's talons, but this just served to whip its three tails around
all the more viciously. Anna deflected the tail heading for her by
spinning her glave at a dizzying speed, so she only caught a glancing
blow. Two tails slapped into Greg's chest hard enough to knock him
down, punching bony spikes into his chest and thighs.

"Greg!" she called in concern, but she didn't allow her fallen husband
to distract her from sending her last javelin through the fleeing
sleeper-bat.

Greg moaned in pain, attempting to lever himself up, but collapsing
at the unexpected wounds in his legs.

"Come on, get up, we have to get out of here!" she grabbed him under
the arm and heaved him bodily to his feet. "Come on," she took a
few steps holding him under the arm, but soon realized that it was
not nearly fast enough to escape the sleepers that were surely
surging towards them. "Get on my back!"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, don't argue, just hop on," she turned to present her
back, ripping her empty javelin quiver from her back and tossing it
aside. He tried to hop on, but he couldn't manage it, so she had to
crouch down to grab his thighs in order to pull him into place.
Her husband was a big man, over 300 pounds of dense muscle, but
Anna was able to carry him without much difficulty. Her dramatic
curves meant she wasn't all that much lighter than him and a
disproportionate amount of her muscle mass was concentrated in her
thick thighs and bulging ass.

She set off at a run, actually moving faster than they had been
moving before she took Greg onto her back. She would never tire,
so she could move at an all-out sprint for hours, and though
she couldn't leap quite so far with her new burden, she could
still move easily in ten foot bounds to clear rough rocks or
vault over chasms with her glave. The uneven footing presented
no problem for her sure feet as she moved rapidly down the slope.

"More- More fliers," Greg gasped his warning in pain.

Anna kicked up a stone and caught it, handing it back to him.
"Can you throw from my back?"

He grunted and took it. A moment later she heard the distinctive
sound of the thongs of his sling whipping through the air. She
took off running again once she felt the stone release, but paused
after a few steps to kick another stone up and pass it back her
husband, pausing long enough for him to get another shot off.
They continued like that all the way to the treeline. "They've
backed off out of my range. Just grab a handful of stones and
let's try to lose them in the forest." There was clear pain in
Greg's voice.

Anna ran down the treed slope, moving as fast as she could sprint
with her burden. Anyone who didn't possess her unnatural grace
would have hesitated to hurtle down the slope at such a breakneck
pace, but she was confident in her body and knew that there was
no way they could hope to stand against the horde of sleepers
they were fleeing.

"Anna, stop, stop Anna. I've been poisoned."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner!?!" she demanded, setting him down
against a tree.

"Because you would have wanted to deal with it immediately. I knew
I could last until we got somewhere safer."

"You bastard," she hurriedly untied the laces of her chain mail
top, shrugging out of it to let her breasts bounce free.

"We didn't have time to talk about it,"

"You're right, now shut up," she sank down to straddle him and shove
her nipple in his mouth. "Drink fast," she commanded. He gulped at
her breast desperately and after a few mouthfuls she was rising to her feet
and pulling her top back on. With deft hands, she tied it back in
place, then hauled him bodily to his feet, ignoring his pained
noises. "Get back on," this time he managed to complete the little
hop himself.

She took off at a sprint, "feel better?"

"Yeah, you're a miracle worker babe. The venom is receding."
He still sounded pained, but she could feel a renewed strength
in his limbs.

She ran full tilt for hours, though there was no sign of the
sleepers. By the time night started to fall, she allowed
herself to believe that they had given up the chase.
"I think they've given up," she said as she put Greg down.

His body felt like jelly after the constant piston-like power
of Anna's legs jostling him while she ran, and he sagged against
a tree. "I wouldn't be so sure, but I think we can afford to
move a bit slower now."

She nodded and reached back to untie her top. "You look like
you're about to fall over. Let me fix that." They paused while
she fed him and then moved on, disappearing into the gathering
twilight.

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The gates of Coso were guarded by five gaunt men in thick coats holding
AR-15s. They had waved a few people through as Anna was approaching, but
when she stopped in front of them they all seemed so struck by the sight
of her that they made no move. Greg was the only person to have seen
her since her transformation, and he had gotten somewhat used to her
new form, but seeing the looks in the men's eyes made Anna feel her
otherworldly beauty anew. Her transformation had made her more beautiful
and alluring than any supermodel or actress from before the world broke,
but in the apocalypse standards had slipped. A 4 from the unbroken world
was a solid 8 in the apocalypse. It made Anna standing there in her
skimpy chainmail top and tiny shorts with her tattooed skin exposed to
the killing cold a shocking sight. She looked so healthy and vibrant
that the instincts of anyone who had survived the broken world for this
long would have been screaming at them that there was dangerously more
to her than met the eye.

"It's my first time in Coso. Do I need to do anything to enter the town?
I have an urgent message for the lords of Coso."

At the sound of her melodious voice, one of the guards, presumably the
leader, started from his awed staring. He pulled a token that appeared to be
a black checkers piece on a ragged string from somewhere in the depths
of his coat, "Visitors can come in for the day. If you want
to stay longer, go to the palace you can make your case about why we
should bother to feed you, but I wouldn't bother, they never let anyone
new in."

"The lords might make an exception for her," one of the other guards
chimed in.

"Thank you," Anna took the token and walked through the gate. "I
presume the palace is where I speak to the lords? How do I get there?"

"Down on your right, it's the two story building,"

"Thanks," she walked through the gate. There were not many people on the
street, but a few heads did poke out of the ramshackle shacks which lined
the dirt track, and everyone who laid eyes on her had a similar stunned
reaction to the one the guards had had.

When she got to the door of the "palace" there were another couple of
guards with assault rifles slung over their shoulders. "Can I talk
with the lords? I have an important message for them."

They both stared at her before one of them said, "they aren't holding
court right now, but if you come back in two days they're hearing
petitions then."

"Any way
