
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. "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 to 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 shook 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 lord 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 lord of Coso does that thing with the,
ummm-"

"He calls them human filters,"

"Yeah, you could do that to me," she cupped her tiny 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.

"I 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 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. "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 way
bigger," 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, Panic had
been becoming increasingly flirtatious and saucy. It was like watching a personality get
reinflated after being punctured and long disused. 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. "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 it wasn't very much," Panic said.

"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 looked for in a lover. 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, 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 she knew that she her prettiness was
more virginal-purity than steamy-seductress. That hadn't stopped her from having
an active sex life, and she was used to guys being surprised by just how enthusiastic
she could be in bed. She liked surprising them, and from the looks of things, she'd
succeeded with Underdog.

"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 butt, which was tight and cute, but not exactly the kind of bulging
bubble ass 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 bulging
breasts. In just a few days she had gone from being busty but still relatively normal
looking to having full on porn star tits. She had noticeably grown since just that
morning. Her ass was becoming a real dump truck as well. The pressure of the hip
strap of her pack had been easing back as her rump swelled larger and larger. "My
power is making it work so fast just like you said."

Underdog looked at the curvy Asian woman in front of him. The t-shirt she wore was
still loose like a dress in most places, but now it stretched taught over breasts
as large as her head. Thick nipples made prominent dents in the thin fabric. "Yeah,
you aren't kidding." *I have to tell her or this is going to get out of hand.*

"I'm starting to get worried. I stopped taking the pills, but I've just kept
growing. It's not to bad now, but I won't be able to walk if this keeps up much
longer." Panic echoed his worries aloud.

Underdog's power wasn't certain that he would be able to pull off what he wanted to,
but there was a chance. Too much depended on how Panic reacted. He decided he could
afford to wait until a bit later. Hopefully an opportunity would come up where his
power told him he had greater chances of success. "Yeah, you're right."

"Yeah, hopefully it will stop soon... You want lunch?" Panic cupped her boobs, but
the hint of playful suggestiveness she normally had when offering to feed him was
muted.

"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 plush buttocks, pressing
into padding 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 pillowy
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.

"Ok, ready to hit the trail?" Panic rose to her feet. 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.

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. As worried as she was about the possibility of her growth spiraling
out of control, she had to admit that she like the way her increasingly
cartoonish curves captured the attention of the big man. It got harder to
see the silver lining when she had to loosen the chest strap of her pack for
a second time.

By the time they set their bags down to make camp for the night, Panic's body
had changed noticeably even since lunch. It was now as if she was smuggling a
pair of basketballs under her shirt, and her hips and butt had swollen apace
with her massive bust. The Asian woman's curves would have been incredible on
any woman, but they looked absolutely gigantic on her otherwise slim 5 foot
frame. Each of her fat tits was bigger around than her 26" waist, so thick
that her nipples lined up with the sides of her torso. Panic had always wished
she was curvier, going back to the days when she was Anna, but as sexy as the
pervy woman found her incredible figure, she was worried about the direction
it was headed.

Underdog walked over to Panic and rested a hand on her shoulder, "Worried about
growing too much?"

"Yeah, I mean look at me. In a few hours I won't be able to move."

"Well you could just stop growing if you want."

Panic rolled her eyes, "yeah, just will myself to stop growing, right."

"Well that's how you started growing, so yeah."

Panic narrowed her eyes, "What do you mean?"

Underdog rooted around in his pack and pulled out the bottle of vitamins
he had used as the fake pills. "I never actually went to Coso. My power helped
me figure out that your power isn't necessarily a healing power. It just returns
you to good working order, but it depends on your self-image. My power told me it
wouldn't work to just tell you this, so I decided to tell you a few little white
lies."

"You lied to me?"

"I'm really sorry."

"You bastard!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Why didn't you at least tell me before I got these ridiculous anime tits!?!"

"I was hoping I could-"

"Liar!"

"I didn't even-"

"I could already tell it was a lie since you didn't start off saying, 'I'm
a dirty pervert'." She pointed an accusing finger at him.

"I was just-"

"Uuuugh!" She jabbed the finger at him.

Underdog sighed, "Fine, it was at least a little," Panic cocked an eyebrow, "ok
more than a little because I'm a dirty dirty pervert who wanted to see how my
girl would look with ginormous boobs, but-"

"Oh, I'm your girl now, huh?" She shot him a severe glower.

"Well, ummm." He sighed, "is there anything I can say to get out of this hole?"

Panic's desire to watch him squirm collapsed and she walked over and let him
hug her, "Nah, I forgive you. I do look pretty hot. Wait, so did you lie about my
butt as well? Also for pervy reasons?"

"Ummm, yeah?"

She turned around and grabbed her ass, "Wow, that's pretty hot, you just saw the
opportunity to mold me into your fantasy slut and then, just like, hoped on it."

"That's not, I didn't mean-"

"That's pretty fucked up Underdog," she bit her lip, "I mean my boobs at least had
a purpose, but my ass, I mean, look at it! Nobody has an ass like this!"

"Ok, I'm really sorry, I'm pretty sure you can put it back if you want."

Panic shook her head, "Nuh-uh. It's an artisonally crafted ass, made to order for
the most important man in my life. You made this butt, so now it's yours. You gotta
take good care of it."

"I umm-" Underdog felt unbalanced by Panic's apparent embrace of the manipulation.

"So you think I'm a shapeshifter?" Panic asked before he could think much further on
it. She was grinning at him like she knew she had just won something, which Underdog
was pretty sure she had.

"Yeah, basically, just a slow shapeshifter."

"Huh, I wish I had known that a lot earlier. I'm not going to be a pipsqueak for
long."

"I think you could include clothes in your self-image as well. My power isn't giving
me a perfect read on it, but I'm pretty sure it will work." He said.

"Oh really? I bet you're going to suggest I start off trying with something small
like a bikini, huh?"

Underdog cleared his throat, "Well, ummmm, that might be a good idea now that you
mention it. Strictly, ummmm, for science-" he was cut off as Panic's delicate hand
started sliding over his straining shaft, "-for science, you should um have a good
little umm experiment."

Panic giggled, "Mmmmmm, very scientific. I agree. That's definitely how science works."
She snuggled in closer to him.

"So are you gonna shrink your boobs?" Underdog asked after a while.

"Jeez, you really are a pervert. Definitely not though. Who knows, I might make them bigger."

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

"Morning babe!" Panic chirped as Underdog got out of the tent. She sat facing the tent on a
log, her legs spread in a full split. She wore nothing more than a thick red ribbon, artistically
wrapped around her body to cover her most intimate places and not much more. A large bow hung
between her breasts. She leaned down and placed her hands on the side of the log and lifted herself
up so that she could straighten her legs back behind her, briefly going up onto one hand in
the process.

"Morning," Underdog grumbled blearily. One of the few annoying things about being with
Panic was the way she was so chipper in the mornings.

Panic flipped over backwards towards Underdog and set her feet on the ground gently,
moving slowly and deliberately with the grace of a seasoned gymnast and the flexibility
of a contortionist. Her arms didn't tremble at all as she moved through the strenuous pose.
When she was fully inverted her massive boobs flopped down to cover most of her face, but
she didn't seem to mind and the ribbon somehow remained in place. Where her feet had been
bare when Underdog went to bed, they were now clad in chunky black platform boots that
were tightly laced up to mid calf. She straightened up and it became clear that she was
a lot taller than she had been at the end of last night, even accounting for her shoes.

The height and boots were not the only thing that had changed. Where her skin had been
flawless and pale, glowing in the moonlight, now colorful tattoos covered her.
A red and gold dragon twined up her right leg and a snarling tiger covered her
left thigh. An stylized hand held a bundle of flowers out across her belly and the
underside of her breasts, and the fingertips flaked off in petals that blew away along
with petals of the flowers to float up along her left flank until they disappeared
beneath the ribbon she was clad in. Underdog had been able to see a pair of scorpions
dueling on her mid back when she did the handstand, and a school of multicolored fish
swam up her right arm, while her left was covered in geometric designs. She wasn't
just covered in ink though. Gems glittered in a constellation around her belly button
and dermal piercings accentuated the tattoos, giving the beasts that adorned her ruby
eyes or diamond claws. A jewel encrusted nose ring glittered on her face and her ears
were crusted with golden rings while bracelets, anklets and rings adorned her arms, legs,
and hands. If he looked closely, which of course he did, Underdog could see the dents
in the ribbon made by nipple piercings. Her hair, which had been a little wild from their
days in the wilderness, was now tied up in an intricate bun held together with yet more gold.

"Ummm, wow, Pan, you look... you look amazing!"

She smiled, "Thanks! It turns out you were right, I am a shapeshifter, and I can
do clothes too. I had a lot of time to experiment while you were asleep. So,
I made you a present." She grinned and gestured to her body, then held out one of
the ends of the ribbon for him to take.

He took hold of the ribbon, but didn't pull. "Why'd you decide to get so many tattoos?
I mean they look amazing, but it seems like a big change for you."

"Actually, it's more that I'm getting back to me. I had most of these before the
Breaking, but when I realized I had healing powers they disappeared. I guess
it should have been a clue that they didn't go away when I got my powers, but
when I realized I had them. These are more piercings than I had, but I used to
have quite a few. They got stolen pretty quick once I got captured the first
time though." When she started talking Underdog had pretty quickly noticed a
small silver tongue stud.

"Wow, I had no idea. I wouldn't have guessed." He admitted.

"Yeah, I think that's why I did it partially. I think I had such an innocent look
naturally that I didn't want people to think of me that way."

"Had?"

She grinned and pressed her boobs together, "now I think I maybe don't look so innocent even
without the ink."

"Well I already knew you were far from innocent," he tugged on the ribbon, letting
the whole construct flutter to the ground by her feet, then pulled her in close.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," an atavistic growl had started to edge into his voice, and Panic could tell
she had got his engine running. She grinned and turned around, taking hold of his
hands and bringing them down to place them on her massive breasts. His fingers
quickly found her nipples and the sensation of her new piercings shifting within
her sensitive nipples sent little tracers of pleasure through her body. In
addition to making herself stronger, taller, and more flexible, Panic had decided
that making herself more sexually sensitive was in order, so Underdog's big hands
felt even better than than usually did as they dug into her soft flesh. She turned
her head back and up to kiss him, though she hardly had to tilt her head up now.

Her breath soon grew ragged from just the light pawing, and she dropped her hands
to unbutton her tight shorts. When she dropped them to the ground and reached
around to start trying to free Underdog's dick, he stopped her, "Pan, are you
sure? We should think about the consequences." They had held off from intercourse
until now out of an unspoken agreement that they didn't want to bring a child
into a world as hellish as the one they occupied.

Panic rolled her eyes, "It's fine 'der. I made myself grow almost a foot overnight.
You think I can't control my own fertility?"

"Oh." Then visibly brightening, "Oh!" He enthusiastically began undoing his pants.
Panic was already wet, and she arched her back to press her womanhood back towards
him. Underdog's hands settled on her waist as she lined up his thick shaft before
he thrust into her.

"Fuck, you're so big 'der," Panic moaned. She was glad she had thought to make
her pussy stretchier and deeper. He pumped into her furiously. The presence
of Panic's incredible body was overwhelming. She was just so voluptuous and
so amplified even beyond the way she had looked just last night. Underdog could
tell that her proportions hadn't changed at all even as she had grown taller.
Evidently, his sexy lover enjoyed her incredible curves just as much as he
did. Her increased sensitivity and his power had her cumming continuously
with his every thrust. It didn't take long for Underdog to join her in orgasm.
He clamped her to himself as his dick jetted into her, letting out grunts
as their bodies moved against one another.

"Oh, god Pan, that was amazing!" he gasped.

She lifted a leg and spun on his still-hard cock, making a little hop when she
did so she could lock her legs behind his back. "Mmmmmm, yeah it was, now carry
me over- ahhh whoops." She was cut off as Underdog's legs gave out at the unexpected
weight.

"Sorry Pan, I guess I wasn't expecting it."

Panic giggled, "I guess I got a lot heavier, huh. I'm not 100 pounds anymore."
In truth, she was now about 320 pounds. She'd gained almost 90 pounds as
her curves swelled and her thighs thickened even before she grew taller, but
growing taller while retaining the same proportions had made her weight
explode. She actually weighed quite a bit more than her large lover now, since though
he still had six inches on her, his 6'5" frame was relatively slim. He'd
gained some muscle since he started drinking her milk, but not that much.

Panic got to her feet. "Come, on, I guess we gotta do it the old fashioned way."
She took him by the hand and lead him over to the log. She pushed him gently down
into a seated position and then straddled him, lifting her hips so she could
slide his still-hard schlong once more into her snatch. With her new height
and big cushion of a butt to give her a boost, she was noticeably taller than her
lover in this position. Her breasts were lined up perfectly with his face.
"Before you have your breakfast, there are some FDA warnings you should know about."

"FDA warnings, huh?"

"Yeah, like for example," she started unbuttoning her top, "for example, my milk
has been known to make you grow big, sexy muscles."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't be surprised if you got even taller too."

"Are you saying you've made it so your milk is going to grow me bigger?"

"No, I'm just delivering some warnings. Another side effect: you're probably going to
get really really horny whenever you see me."

"Well that one already happens."

Panic grinned, "Right answer. Unfortunately, as horny as you get, poor widdle Underdog
won't be able to cum unless he's inside me. A really unfortunate side effect." She
leaned forward and bit his earlobe before continuing in a breathy whisper.

Underdog stared at the fat nipple pierced through by a heavy looking bar of
gold bouncing in front of his face. He desperately wanted to taste Panic's
milk once more, but he was a little apprehensive about these "side effects"
she was talking about. "Ummmm, are you-"

Panic cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips. "Side effects may include
thinking that it is so worth it."

"I, umm, I dunno Pan, it does sound hot but-"

She huffed in annoyance, "it will fade in a few days if you stop drinking my milk,
don't worry you doofus. Don't you want to try it out? I can always go back to just
making my milk normal and nutritious rather than also having it help us have
incredible and frequent sex."

"We already have incredible and frequent sex."

"Even more incredible!"

"You make a convincing argument..."

She grinned and leaned forward so that he could take her nipple in her mouth.
The breast he was sucking at was probably twice as big as his head. Though it was
taught with milk, as hard as he sucked, none filled his mouth. "You have to
open the valve." Panic explained, reaching up to twist the two ends of the
thick bar set in her nipple. As soon as she did, milk began to gush out into
Underdog's waiting mouth. "I'm just so full all the time that I need something
to prevent leaks." It was true that Panic's breasts had leaked a few drops
here and there over the last few days, but it hadn't been a major problem since
her power would clean up any spills almost instantly. Underdog knew she had
deliberately made herself unable to hold back her milk without the help of
her new piercings. He had to admit the idea of her abundance straining at
all times to get out was pretty hot. He wasn't sure how a piercing could
act as a valve without causing leaks, but apparently Panic's power had let
her make it work.

Panic's milk had already tasted pretty amazing, but now it was on a new level.
Just like everything about the Asian vixen straddling him, the thick cream
gushing from her swollen udders had been magnified and elevated. His dick,
which had never really taken a break, lost all hints of softening. His
awareness of the world around him shrank until he was nothing more than
a set of lips, a throat, a stomach and a straining cock.

Panic looked down at her blissed out lover. If everything went according to
plan, her milk was already transforming him into an even more yummy stud.
She ran her hands over the whipcord muscles of his arms. Soon they would
be bulging with animalistic power, and all of that power would be focused
on her. Underdog's body was being subtlety changed so that he needed her
the way people need food. She would be his drug of choice from now on,
one with no downsides or side effects. As he drank, she bent down to
nuzzle the top of his head. Any misgivings she had about what she was
doing to him were swept away by the tantalizing possibilities.

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

"Oh, look at that, I had no idea it was there until we got right up to it!"
Panic pointed to a fissure about thirty feet across at the opening that
cut deep into the side of the cliff they were walking by. She stopped
with her hiking boots braced between a couple larger chunks of stone.
As much fun as the heels had been for her initial reveal, they weren't
very practical for moving over land.

Underdog took a few moments to catch up to her. He felt stronger than
ever, but even with the explosion of strength he had experienced over the
last few days, keeping up with Panic over the rough talis field was a slog.
She was the one dragging the cart, but while her milk had made him strong,
her power had made her own strength absolutely explode. He looked a lot stronger than
her since the thick milk his lover had been supplying him with had turned his
lean muscles into bulging masses, giving him a body every bit as cartoonishly
overproportioned as Panic's own incredible curves. Still, despite his bulging
muscles, Panic's plush curves concealed muscles much stronger than they looked,
so she was quite a bit stronger than him. Panic was now just a bit taller than
he used to be, but his own growth meant that he still had six inches on her,
a much smaller gap than when they had first met, but still plenty.

Panic watched her lover move up the slope towards her, appreciating the way
his massive muscles looked with a light sheen of sweat from the heat of the
day. He wasn't just massive, he was cut, sculpted to perfection as if by years
of grueling work and an exacting diet, though Panic knew it was really just
a few days of bounty from her heavy breasts that had turned him into this
hulking Adonis. His every movement had taken on an animal grace, like he
was a big cat, only she thought he looked to powerful to just be a cat.
He was more like a grizzly in the way his bulk made him radiate an aura
of strength. She'd had plenty of opportunity to experience just how strong
he had become over the last few days as their lovemaking had grown into
something that would have broken an ordinary woman, and she couldn't wait
until they made camp and she got to experience it again. Underdog wasn't
nearly as freaky as she was, which was a situation she'd had with most
of her lovers, but she'd never had the benefit of milk that could tweak
the sex drive of her lovers in the past.

Once he drew level with her he answered her earlier observation, "You're
right. I think this is the spot. My power isn't giving me any warnings
about rockfall or avalanches." They had been talking a lot about finding
a hidden spot that would be easy to defend and inhospitable to anyone without
their unique ability to feed themselves with nothing more than Panic's power.
The plan was to settle in and stay for a while.

It took them another few minutes to make their way over to the opening.
Once inside, they set their bags down and Panic plopped down on a rock
where she started pulling boxes of ammunition from the couple dozen
pockets on her vest and pants. She'd realized that if she could manifest
clothes, she could probably also manifest objects attached to her. There
was a limit to the size of the things she could create, but it was
surprisingly large. She'd been able to create a carbine rifle by manifesting
each of the parts strapped to herself and the assembling the parts. She hadn't
known much about guns before Underdog explained the parts to her, she she had
been a little surprised that the scheme had worked when her idea of it had
been so hazy. She'd focused her power on looking like a bad-ass with a rifle
strapped to herself in parts and her power had taken care of it.

"You know, if I can manifest bullets like this, I could probably manifest
ordinary food in bars and stuff." Panic shrugged out of her vest, revealing
the fact that she was completely topless beneath. She reached up and started
playing with her nipples, feeling the heat begin to build as the warm gold
of her valve piercings tugged against her sensitive flesh. "Then you won't
have to suck on my tits all the time." She gave him a teasing grin.

Underdog never really got softer than a semi-chub these days, but the sight
of his girlfriend topless was enough to send the blood rushing to his
dick, making his pants grow tight. Underdog had always been well endowed, but
apparently Panic was a bit of a size queen since she'd used her milk to
make his cock grow even faster than the rest of him. He was sure that no
woman without the benefit of shapeshifting would not have been able to
take his monstrous member. "Actually, I don't think you'll be able to.
My power is telling me that you can only manifest things you would
wear, and since it has been so long since you've had to eat, you're
going to have a hard time-"

"Excuses, you didn't stop staring at my boobs the whole time you were
talking!"

"Well, I was just saying what my power-"

"Uhhh, huh, a likely story, you just want to make sure I can only feed
you with my big, sexy boobs. Isn't that right you magnificent perv?"

Underdog's gaze was still locked onto Panic's bosom as she continued
to play with her nipples, "no!"

Panic gave a cheeky smile, not that she expected Underdog to notice. He'd
developed an increasingly strong fixation with her breasts lately, much to
the tattooed amazon's delight. When she wanted to, she could my her man
unable to look away from her massive breasts pretty easily. "Oh, yeah,
very good point. Very sensible." She pressed her boobs together, "You
sure it isn't just because you like sucking on my big, sexy tits?" She giggled.

Underdog gulped. Panic had been unexpectedly sexual when the first hooked
up, but realizing she could shapeshift, and through controlling her own
body control his own, it was like her libido had turned up to 11. Frankly,
she was a bit overwhelming, and he was pretty sure she knew it based on
how smug she seemed to be about the way she could turn him on like a
light switch. His own lust had been growing just as fast, but whereas
Panic seemed to revel in her rising libido, Underdog felt like a bit of
a slave to his own. "Well, I mean, when you, ummmm, put it that way, I guess-"

Panic flipped up and sauntered over to him, somehow moving with smooth
grace over the uneven stones. She began undoing the straps keeping his
pack attached to him. "I'm just messing with you." She leaned up to whisper
in his hear, "I need you to suck these boobs just as much as you do."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the rock. Underdog breathed
in the scent of her. His eyes were locked onto her smooth flesh, drawn by
the bright colors splashed across her skin and the glitter of the gems
which dotted her body. This close to Panic, it was impossible to think
about anything else. The curvy temptress consumed his attention. Something
in her smug attitude made him suspect she was aware of just how obsessed
with her he had grown.

She sat down on the big rock and turned to face him, undoing his pants
and sliding them down until his cock sprang free. At the sight of it,
Panic bit her lip. *I do good work,* she thought at the sight of the
angry looking pussy destroying piston which swayed in front of her
face, the bulbous head just inches from her lips. It was like Underdog
had a foot long length of 4x4 dangling from his legs. When Panic brought
her hands up to take hold of the shaft, she couldn't get close to wrapping
one of her hands around it. *There's no way he could fuck another girl
with that.* A buzz of possessive pride warmed her pussy further as she
curled her flawlessly manicured red French cut nails down to lightly
press into his shaft. She felt him shudder at the contact. She leaned
forward and opened her mouth wide, straining to fit the massive head
into her mouth. She slid her tongue over the sensitive head, feeling
Underdog shudder as her tongue piercing slid over his flesh. Lifting
the nearly 80 pounds of tit which hung from her chest up, she swallowed
his dick in her cleavage and rubbed her tits back and forth over his
shaft for a few moments before letting them drop. As massive as his tool
was, it was no match for her milky monsters.

Just a few days ago, Panic wouldn't even have been able to get such a
monstrous dick in her mouth, much less take it in any further, but her
power had let her transform herself to the point where she could open
her jaw wide enough, and, impossibly take his mighty shaft even deeper.
Her gag reflex was a thing of the past and her power meant she didn't
need to breath, which was good because she was completely cut off from air
by the pressure of her lover's throbbing cock by this point. She slid
her lips further down, moaning in pleasure at the action. It was the
only noise she could really make with her tongue practically immobilized,
but it was heartfelt. She hadn't just made herself able to take him in
her mouth, she'd made doing so positively orgasmic. A hand crept down between
her legs as she managed to slide her mouth halfway down. Her throat visibly
bulged as his dick entered it. It would have been deadly to another woman,
but Panic's transformed body could find only pleasure in the abuse. She
grabbed his hand and slammed it onto the back of her head. She was impressed
that he'd managed to hold back on really fucking her face for this long after
the way she'd been boosting his sexual aggressiveness with her milk for days.
Panic had had several boyfriends who had been a little hesitant to be as
rough as she wanted before the Breaking, so she was familiar with the hesitancy,
but she hadn't had the benefit of being able to reshape them with magic milk.
With the aid of the bounty contained in her heavy breasts, Underdog was well
on his way to becoming her perfectly sculpted bull. With his fingers twined
through her silken hair, his will to continue being a gentleman broke and he
slammed her face into his crotch with a feral grunt. It was all Panic could
do to hold on to consciousness as he fucked her face with a vigor that ought
to have been painful, but only sent wave after wave of pleasure though her
body.

Though having Panic's lips wrapped around him felt incredible, the pleasure
was already quite intense and he knew it would grow mind-melting before
long, so he pulled her off his dick and spun her roughly around, tearing her
pants off her her in a gesture that would have been enormously wasteful in
the post Breaking world if it weren't for her ability to form new ones.
Panic had updated her initial idea to make it so that he couldn't cum without
making her cum with his dick in her snatch so that she released a chemical key.
She was cumming pretty much constantly once he entered her, so she'd decided to
make it so that the chemical key would build up over the course of about twenty
minutes. It meant he had to keep her orgasming continually for that whole time,
though considering what she had done to make her body more sensitive and the aid of
his own power, Underdog was more than up for the task.

He lined up with her tight pussy, sliding his softball sized cock head over her
sopping slit. Panic would have been tight around an ordinary cock, so it seemed
unimaginable that he could fit inside, but he knew from experience that she
would stretch out impossibly, gripping his dick like a vice and driving her to
incredible heights of pleasure for every millimeter his cock forced her pussy
to stretch. He pressed into her. The resistance was strong enough that it felt
like he was going to hurt her, but she was pressing back against him just as
hard, her palms spread out on the rock she was bent over. He gripped her
hips and forced his demonic member into her with a brutal thrust. Panic
let out a loud moan as he began to pound away. Underdog could feel her
quivering quim pulsing around his shaft. He grunted in satisfaction at
having brought her to orgasm so quickly and leaned down to take her
soft boobs in his rough hands.

He used her relentlessly, like a man possessed. Underdog had never been this way
with women before, and he knew on some level that she had done this to him
intentionally, turning him into the rough stallion she desired. Though she
was spasming around his dick like a mindless cock sleeve, it was Panic, not
the man pounding into her that was in control. Somehow the idea that she had
done this to him intentionally made it even hotter. When he had found her, Underdog
would never have expected the pretty little woman to turn into a lavacious vixen
who drove him outside his comfort zone. She was molding him into her freaky sexual
protege, teaching him to embrace the wilder side of lovemaking.

Eventually, Underdog had kept his bodacious lover humming for long enough that
he body had released enough of the trigger chemical that would finally allow
him a release of his own. His grapefruit sized balls pulsed and a great jet
of cum filled her womb, leaking out even through the vicelike grip her
snatch had on the base of his dick. He pulled out and jetted again, this
time painting her back with cum. She turned around just in time for him
to spray her breasts and belly with a third and final gush. She dipped
a finger into the thick gob covering her breasts and lifted it to her
lips. "Mmmmmmmmm, yummy." She grinned.

When the lusty haze had faded a bit from Underdog's mind he said, "Holy shit,
that's so much cum. Can you stop making my balls so fucking big?"

Panic giggled, "You really don't like it?"

"You're covered!"

Panic stood up and stretched, looked at herself. The motion caused a significant
volume of cum to slide out of her and dribble down the inside of her leg. "Yeah,
and?"

"It just seems like a bit much."

"You're telling me you don't like seeing your girl absolutely battered in your
spunk?" She grabbed his dick, which stopped softening and started returning to
full mast. "That's what I thought," she said smugly. "You know what I think?
I think you're just salty you have to wait for my power to clean me up before
you can get a drink of my milk."

"You're kinda annoying, you know that?"

She stuck her tongue out at him. As Panic lounged on the big rock, Underdog set
about flattening out a patch of smaller chunks of talis until he had an area
large enough to pitch the tent. From time to time, he glanced back at his naked
lover, who basked in the sun heedless of the chill air as she watched him with
a self satisfied air. Panic's attitude towards him had becoming increasingly
proprietary of late. She'd developed the habit of running her hands over his
muscles and openly oogling him whenever she got the chance. It was flattering
of course, but also vaguely objectifying. Though they were alone, it was almost
as if she wanted to telegraph the message that she was laying claim to him to
any onlookers.

He finished putting up the tent. "Come over here babe, I'm clean," Panic demanded.
When Underdog came to her, she rolled onto her belly, "Can I have a massage before
I feed you?"

"Yeah, sure," Underdog climbed up on the rock and knelt on top of her. He was pretty
hungry, but he looked forward to the opportunity to move his hands over her incredible
body, even so soon after their carnal joining. Besides, he loved pampering Panic. He
was sure he would be able to get her to make those little delighted noises he loved so
much. His power, it turned out, made him an excellent masseuse, finding tight spots
that needed working out as easily as it found weaknesses in peoples defenses.

Panic practically purred under the expert ministrations of her lover. Though he had
just brought her to incredible heights of pleasure, she could feel her engine revving
up again with every press of his meaty palms against her flesh. He dropped his hands
to massage her ass, which lifted up involuntarily to press back against him. "God,
how am I still horny?" she wondered.

"Well maybe because you forgot to give yourself an off switch." Underdog chuckled.

"Oh, yeah, I probably should have thought of that. I did turn myself into a bit of
a horny freak didn't I?"

"Turned into?"

Panic giggled, "Don't you remember how innocent I was when you met me?"

Underdog's voice grew angry, "I'm not sure that's what I would call it."

Panic flipped over, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. The way we met isn't
great pillow talk I guess."

"No, no, it's- it's good you can talk about that time. I just don't really like thinking
about how I found you, that's all."

She sat up and kissed him, "I know baby. That's over now though. It's smooth sailing
from here on out. We just stay up here and ride out the apocalypse together. By the
time we come down it will have blown over."

"I hope you're right."

"Of course I'm right. Now come on, I've been teasing you long enough, time to fill that
belly up so you can grow big and strong." She hopped off the rock and pushed him gently
around so that he sat on it and she could climb up into his lap to straddle him and
feet a nipple into his mouth. She reached up and opened the valve set in her nipple,
releasing a flood of super powered milk into his mouth.

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"Good morning, babe. Anything interesting happen while I slept?" Underdog asked, stepping into
the living room area of the home they had built into the cliff side over the last couple of
years together.

Panic looked up from the viewfinder of the periscope she was looking through. They had
cobbled it together with mirrors from some compacts she had manifested and the scope of
a sniper rifle. It turned out that Panic could only manifest objects if she could figure
out a way to make them accessories in an outfit. Even then, it had to fit in with her
sense of style.

She flipped back her long hair, which had been pink for the last few months, "You snored
loud enough to wake the dead."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Super loud too. The bolts started rattling around. I'm going to have to grab a wrench
and tighten them later. Surprised it didn't wake you."

"Somehow I don't believe you." He chuckled.

Panic gave him an exaggerated flutter of her garish pink eyelashes. "Would I ever lie to you?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"Hmmmmmph!" she made a petulant noise and stuck her tongue out at him. "Fine, you got me. You
were quiet as a mouse." She got up and walked over to him. Their house was mostly made of sheets
of a dark gray alloy that Panic had manifested as armor and Underdog had beaten flat, but despite
being made of the riveted metal the room shook slightly with her every step. Panic had been unsatisfied
with remaining at an ordinary human scale, and she'd pointed out to Underdog that it would be just
as easy to build a bigger house if they were big themselves as to build a more normal sized one if
they were smaller. She now stood 12 feet tall in her bare feet, not that Underdog's high-heel loving
girlfriend did that very often. Her massive frame weighed one and a quarter tons, which was libel to
make the floor shake at least a little no matter how good a job they had done on the joists. She
had kept him growing right along with her, but even though he had a bit more than a foot on her,
she still edged him out in terms of weight due to the thousand pounds of T&A her absurd curves
added to her weight.

When she reached him, she ran her hands over his bare chest, biting her lip and leaning forward to
plant a kiss on his bulging pec. "Quiet like a well oiled machine."

Underdog had a pretty good idea of where this was going. His body was responding to her touch
immediately, and it operated on her schedule. When Panic wanted him, she could turn him on by
doing just about anything, and when she didn't he didn't even think about sex. It hadn't been
that way immediately. At first Underdog had just been a lot hornier, a bundle of hormones
desperate for release all the time, but Panic had figured out how to have better control over
his arousal. They'd never really talked about it, but they both knew that when it came to their
sex life Panic was firmly in the driver's seat. It wasn't obvious since since she often
adopted a submissive posture for their actual sex acts, but she expertly guided Underdog to
satisfy her kinks and continually goaded him to achieve the level of vigor she desired.
Underdog felt he probably should have felt uncomfortable with it, but he just couldn't bring
himself to. The truth was he liked the way she took control.

She greeted him each morning in one of a series of porny outfits, and it hadn't taken her
long to figure out that he was partial to the whole catholic school girl look, so it saw a good
amount of action. Today she wore an extremely undersized white blouse, a pleated tartan skirt
short that only just covered her crotch, and shiny red stiletto pumps. She pressed her body up
against his, rubbing her bare thigh against his iron hard dick. Underdog slept naked now, a
state of affairs that had come about after Panic's relentless whining whenever he wore anything
to bed. When Underdog let his hands settle around her waist, Panic pushed them further down
until his fingers were pressing into the layer of padding on top of the powerful muscles in her
massive ass.

Panic continued to trace his muscles for a few more moments with her fingers, lips, and tongue
before completing her earlier thought, "my well oiled machine." At her declaration of ownership,
Underdog's dick pulsed against her thigh.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmmmmm, yeah. I'm going to have to do a fully body inspection though. It's an important part
of being a responsible sexy hunk owner." She sank to her knees and took him in her mouth before
he could reply. She worked him into a high key in a few minutes of vigorous sucking, but then
pulled back and let his dick plop out of her mouth. "Yep, everything appears to be in working
order!" she ran her pink nails over his throbbing cock, sending a shiver through his powerful
frame, before turning and prancing away.

Underdog knew she was just doing it to provoke him, and as usual, it had worked. He darted forward
with a surprising speed and grace for a man who weighed over a ton. Bending down,
he scooped Panic up by wrapping one arm around her hips and throwing the 2500 pound woman
over his shoulder like she weighed nothing at all. "Help! Help! I'm being kidnapped by some sort
of barbarian!" Panic called out playfully to no one in particular. "If someone doesn't save me, he's
going to, oh god, he's going to ravish me! Woe is me!" She swatted at him weakly as if trying to
fight him off, which was absurd since she was a lot stronger than him. She'd been frustrated by
her inability to make him as strong or stronger than she was, but unwilling to compromise her
own strength to achieve the strength disparity she wanted.

"No one can save you now," Underdog chuckled evilly rushing into the bedroom and slamming his
girlfriend into the down mattress they had made by painstakingly emptying out a series of
winter coats Panic had manifested. He didn't bother to take her panties off, just pushed aside
the thin strap of her g-string and lined himself up before slamming his angry dick home in one
vicious motion. Panic's ass cheeks visibly shook from the force of it despite the fact that they
were mostly hard muscle, not flab. The pink haired amazon was thrown into immediate ecstasy which
only continued in a series of unending waves as Underdog motored away at her. Her mind was washed
away by the pleasure until she was nothing more than a ball of bliss. She lost track of time, but
eventually her body had produced enough of the chemical key and Underdog jetted into her. They
had made quite a few messes early on, so now Panic's body was better equipped to contain the
explosion, and not a drop escaped. Her body would hold his excessive spunk inside until her
power could clear it away for her.

Afterwards, Underdog lay down on top of her and watched as the delirium faded from Panic's
face and a spark of intelligence returned to her eyes. "Mmmmm, that was nice," she kissed him.

"Yeah," he rumbled in reply.

They stayed like that for a long time before Panic said, "Underdog?"

"Yeah Pan?"

"I, ummm, I want you to know my real name."

Underdog kissed her forehead. 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 Pan. I want you to know mine too."

"I'm, my name is Anna Wu." She told her lover of two years.

"I'm Greg. Greg Flowers." With the simple exchange of names, they were married by the rules of their
world.

"Your name is Greg?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I dunno, not what I expected."

"Hoping for something different?"

"No, Greg is nice. It makes you sound like a big teddy bear. My big teddy bear." She
hugged him tighter.

"Anna is pretty,"

"Thanks. How does Anna Flowers sound?"

Greg leaned down and kissed her, "it sounds like heaven. Anna Flowers."

She kissed him back, long and slow. "I've got an idea for a new tattoo."

"Oh yeah?" Even though she was covered in ink, Panic hadn't added any since
that first day when Underdog had just helped her understand her power.

"Yeah. Here, let me turn around so you can watch it form." She pushed him
off her and flipped over so he could look at her back. Already a few dark
splotches were forming on her lower back, right beneath the dueling scorpions.
As he watched, the words "PROPERTY OF" formed in big blocky black letters
above a stylized rendition of the word "Underdog" set in a big dog bone.
"I'm all yours baby, forever. You're stuck with me now, I'm just one big
trashy package," she told him.

Underdog never thought he would see his name etched on a woman's flesh,
much less in such close proximity to the word "PROPERTY", but now he had to
admit it was pretty hot. Panic had certainly been successful in rewiring
his sexuality to better match her own. Somehow the tattoo felt like she
was declaring ownership of him, not the other way around.

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Underdog awoke to the sound of a thunderous boom. "Oh Jesus H Christ," he
muttered, then raising his voice to a bellow, "Anna! A little warning next time?"

He grabbed a thick fir coat threw it on, slipping his feet into his boots without
lacing them before clomping up the spiral stairs they had cut into the cliff
side. He walked through a short tunnel and stepped out onto a little crow's nest
they had built looking out over the valley below. Despite the sub-zero temperature
and vicious wind chill, Panic wore nothing but a skimpy gold bikini while she
lay prone and sighted through the large scope of a sniper rifle. The bikini matched
the metallic gold color she had decided to give her hair and nails a week ago.
At their size, large caliber rifles were more like artillery than small arms,
so when the gun roared as Underdog walked up, he could feel his bones vibrate
and his ears ring. "Fuck. Some of us don't heal from hearing damage you know!"

Panic giggled, "don't worry, I'll fix you later."

Underdog bent down and picked up a pair of binoculars. Looking out of the
crows nest to a row of logs dangling from a cliff on the other side of
the valley he said, "you missed."

Panic flipped him off.

"Here, let me give you some pointers." He leaned down and slid a hand gun
out of the holster strapped to Panic's bare thigh. Turning his body off
to the side so he was looking at the wall, he lifted his arm up. "You
point your gun vaguely in the general direction of the target like this,"
he used his power to feel the subtle variations in the world that let him
lock on to weaknesses, in this case focusing on the thin rope holding
one of the logs aloft, also tracking a secondary weakness, one which would make
Panic maximally annoyed with his casual presentation. "And then just kinda
squeeze the trigger." The gun spoke with the sound of a small mortar. Underdog
wished he had put in ear plugs before pulling his shenanigans. "The trigger
is this bit."

Panic growled. She had given herself incredible fine motor control and eyes
sharper than a raptors, but no matter how much she practiced her marksmanship,
Underdog could out-shoot her with just about anything. The log he had targeted
fell to the ground with a puff of powdery snow as the rope holding it up was
cut. "You bastard! I spent two hours putting those up!"

"Don't be salty babe, that's just what happens when you wake me up with
cannon fire."

Panic looked over at him, narrowing her eyes, "You know Greg, sex is a
privilege."

"I'm sure waiting the five minutes it takes for you to get horny enough
to forget you're mad will be torturous," he gave her a cheeky grin.

Panic just narrowed her eyes, and Underdog was suddenly extremely aware of
her body. His two foot long dick stiffened and rose to poke out of his
coat and into the icy breeze. He hardly noticed the chill on his member
though, since Panic's bulging ass and tiny waist were all he could think
about. She wiggled her hips back and forth provocatively, but didn't pay
him any attention, turning back to her gun. "Go away, I'm practicing,"
she told him.

*She won't last long,* Underdog reassured himself, clomping back down
the stairs. He grabbed some hearing protection just before Panic
fired again. He knew it would just make the problem worse, but his
hand just kept creeping back to the base of his straining shaft.
The last several years had given him a huge bank of sexy memories
staring Panic, and they all seemed to fight with one another to
push their way into his mind's eye. He knew he should get up,
get dressed, and start working on disguising the roof better, but
somehow he just stayed sitting on the bed stroking his dick to the
thought of the woman plugging with her rifle above. No matter how
long he jerked off though, he was unable to orgasm, a prisoner to
the body Panic had molded for him.

After a long time, the shooting stopped. Soon afterwards, Panic
pranced back into the bedroom, her rifle slung over her shoulder.
She walked over to her large vanity and set down her rifle, drawing her
hand gun and releasing the mag before working the slide to get the
round in the chamber out. She glanced over at her husband and smirked
at the way he sat with his hand gripping his shaft, "you can look
but not touch."

"Come on Anna, don't be a-"

"A what?" She looked at him severely.

In answer Underdog just growled.

"Have a little patience, jeez. I have to clean this pistol now since
you decided to use it. You did this to yourself." She gave him an
impish grin. "First I gotta get comfortable though, this top is
just sooo restrictive." She snapped the thin straps of her bikini
top before reaching behind herself and undoing the knot that held
it in place. The metallic fabric fluttered to the floor as her tits
bounced free. "Ohhhhhhh, that's better," she let out a throaty
moan as she squished her boobs together and rubbed them back and
forth, finishing her provocation by tweaking her nipples. Just
as quick as she had turned it on, she turned it off, her face going
back to a business like expression as she turned back to her
vanity and started disassembling her gun.

The vanity didn't really serve the typical purpose since Panic could
and did change her makeup basically at will. Instead of lipstick and
blush, it was covered in brushes, solvent, and cotton patches, all
in support of the shooting habit that Panic had been pursuing with
more and more vigor as the list of construction tasks for their
house had dwindled. She didn't actually need to clean her hand guns
because her power could do it when she holstered them, but for the
massive sniper rifle she had had to grow to 20 feet tall to manifest,
her power couldn't help with the maintenance. Now though, she was clearly
just cleaning the hand gun to tease Underdog.

After cleaning the pistol and reassembling it, she rose to her feet
and stretched. Underdog's gaze tracked her breasts as she leaned
back and his hand pumped up and down on his shaft, lubricated
by precum. He had evidently lost all trace of self control. Panic
bit her lip at the sight of her enthralled husband, and felt her
own hand creeping down. Her bikini bottoms were soaked through
and she just wanted to shuck them off and leap on his dick, but
she wanted to draw things out a little longer. She bent down and
slid her bikini bottom to the floor, flipping it up into Underdog's
lap with her toes before turning back to the vanity and pulling
her rifle over to start stripping it down for cleaning. As
she worked, she got more and more aroused under the intensity of
Underdog's gaze. Finally, it grew to be too much and she turned,
leaving the rifle half assembled on her vanity.

Panic had gotten pretty good at using her pheromones to control
Underdog's libido. Right now she was making him extremely turned
on, but keeping him passive rather than stoking his aggression.
She'd originally been planning to change that and have him
ravage her, but something about the hypnotized look on his
face as he mindlessly and futilely jerked off to her made her
change her mind.

She sauntered over to him slowly, hips swaying. She placed a finger
on his chest and pushed, making the wicked point of her sharp golden
nail dig into his chest painfully until he fell back on the bed.
Sinking to her knees, she wrapped her boobs around his dick, completely
swallowing the massive log of man meat in her hot cleavage. Letting
out provocative and not at all faked moans of pleasure, she worked her
plump pillows up and down along his shaft, using nearly 500 pounds
of breast to give her husband a mind-melting titty-fuck. After
torturing his cock for a while, she climbed up on bed and crawled
over him, dragging her boobs over every inch of his body before
sitting on his face.

She ground her pussy into his mouth and squirmed her huge butt
down hard, making his chest sink into the mattress. Normally
she wished that Underdog was stronger than her during sex, but
now she enjoyed the way she could pin him, "eat up."

Underdog did as his wife demanded, one hand on his own dick
so he could continue stroking while his tongue worked away at
her and his other hand rose to fondle her boobs. Panic started
cumming within seconds, and kept right on going for several
minutes at a time. Eventually though, she had had enough,
so she got off of him and slid off the bed. "Thanks babe,
I really needed that." She gave him an evil grin before
disappearing into the closet and coming back out in a pink
sports bra and a pair of black yoga pants.

"Wait, but what about..." Underdog trailed off as she walked
into the living room. He got up to follow her and saw that
she was already starting some yoga. Of course, a woman who
could will herself flexible and strong didn't need to do any
yoga, but Panic knew exactly which positions Underdog found
hottest and composed routines filled with only those. His
mind fogged up with lust once more and all he could do was
stand there ineffectually jerking it.

Panic let him watch her until about halfway through the routine,
when she switched her pheromones to stop keeping him passive
and make him aggressive. Within moments, Underdog had let
out a roar and rushed over to grab her, jerking down her
pants and slamming his dick into her forcefully from behind.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnugg, down dog was last p-position you- ooooohhhhhh"
Panic's thought was cut off as Underdog thrust into her again.
Finally unchained from the passivity inducing pheromones, he
fucked away with barely furious energy. Whenever Panic recovered
enough to speak she would pipe up with something to redouble
his efforts, "that's right make me pay for being such a
cock tease," "harder daddy," and "ohhhhh you're splitting me
in half".

When Panic's body had finally released enough of the chemical key,
Underdog came with crashing force, keeping Panic's hips clamped to
his crotch as he gushed into her womb. They stood there for a moment
before Panic slid off his dick. "Mmmmmmm, good morning baby!" She
grinned at him.

"You're evil, you know that?"

She ran her sharp nails over his chest, "yeah, you love it though.
Come on, let me heal those poor little eardrums of yours."

Underdog's ears weren't actually ringing anymore, but he wasn't
about to tell her than and encourage more rifle fire alarm clocks.
He sat down in the rough pine kitchen chair, one of the few things
in their house not created as a manifestation of Panic's power, and
allowed his wife to straddle him. She pulled her sports bra off
and let her boobs flop out, expertly fitting her nipple in his
mouth and reaching up to undo the valve. They made love again
as he drank, much more gently this time. As usual, the 13 foot
giant was unable to finish even half of one of Panic's massive
udders, and since she had him switch back and forth they were both
nearly full by the end.

"Greg."

"Anna."

"I've been thinking."

"Uh-oh, that's never a good sign!"

She flipped him off, "careful mister, I might decide to turn you on
and not turn you off again."

He just grinned back at her, "you tried it this morning, but you couldn't
hold out."

She rolled her eyes, "I just took pity on you. Anyway, as I was saying
before you so RUDELY interrupted, I've been thinking."

"Well, there's a first time for anything."

Ignoring him this time, Panic plowed on, "I've been thinking that we've
been up here for a long time, and maybe we should see what is going on
with other people. For so long I was terrified, just living day-to-day,
but now we're, we're comfortable."

"Yeah,"

"And, well, my power can do a lot. It built us this house. It keeps you
fed. It gives us tools to defend ourselves. I'm starting to feel like
maybe I need to do more than just hide and wait for the world to become
sane again. Maybe the world will only become sane if someone makes it
sane."

Underdog rubbed her back, sliding his hand over his name, "I don't
want to see you get hurt. Your power is incredible, but people are
going to want it."

"I'm just starting feel guilty." She wrapped her arms around him,
pulling in closer.

"Panic, Anna, you don't need to feel guilty about anything. You don't
owe anybody anything. You've given enough already."

She kissed him long and slow. "I know you want to keep me safe, and that's
really sweet, but I can't let myself be limited by what happened to me.
If I stay hiding up here, I'm just that broken wretch, even if I grow
to 100 feet tall and learn to shoot a fly ten miles away. Nothing I've
done to make myself feel safer and stronger matters if I still feel trapped
at the top of a mountain. I don't want to force you to come though."

He rubbed her temple with his thumb, "Of course I'll come with you. I'd
follow you anywhere Anna. You know that."

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"Hey Pop, look at this." Snap handed his binoculars to his partner.

"Hot damn, how is she not freezing?" They'd finally spotted the person that
Dreamer had warned them about a few hours before. Dreamer had said the newcomer
was moving fast and was 'really big'. It was hard to tell the woman's size at
this distance, but from the way the snow was flying as legs pumped while she
skied she seemed to be coming in at a sprint. What was most remarkable though,
was what she was wearing, or rather what she wasn't. She had on a long white
cloak, but the strong wind blew it aside whenever it gusted revealing a body
clad only in shorts and a crop top as gleaming and golden as her hat. And
what a body it was. No normal woman looked like that. She looked like some
sort of sex fantasy given life with her massive bust and tiny waist.
Even at this distance, they could tell that her skin was covered in colorful
tattoos.

"I don't know about this Snap, who comes up to a fort alone like this?"

"She's libel to wind up on the menu just barreling up to towns like this."

Pop shook his head, "I dunno, maybe she plans to put us on the menu."

"Sheeeeet." Snap spat over the edge of the ice wall they were perched
on. "I'd like to see her try." He patted his M4 assault rifle. Being
set up in an old army base had helped the people of Fort Irwin get
through quite a few fights in the past.

"She's got to be Awakened with nothing on like that." Pop pointed out.
"I'm going to ask Slash and Johnny Law to come down."

"How about just Law?" Johnny Law was never just Johnny. That sounded too
much like a true name. "Slash gives me the creeps."

"Slash gives everyone the creeps, but something tells me we should have
at least one Awakened here when she shows up." Pop said, lifting his
radio to call it in.

While Pop reported the sighting, Snap looked through the binoculars
again. She'd gotten closer than he had expected. He could now tell that
the flash of gold that he had thought was a hat was actually her hair
cut in a severe bob. Her nails, he could now see as well, flashed a
similar metallic gold. The snow wasn't nearly as deep on her as it
should have been. "Yeah, she's big alright," Snap said.

The stranger was nearly at their gates when Slash and Johnny Law
showed up. Slash sank down into a squat in the corner, a blank
expression on her scared face. "What do we got boys?" Johnny Law asked.

"A stranger. Big and fast just like Dreamer said." Pop handed the
binoculars to Johnny Law, though by this point they weren't
really needed anymore. By this point it had become apparent that
the stranger was a true giant. She looked to be twice as tall
as Johnny Law, the tallest among them, and she was not at all
slight. The defenders of Fort Irwin watched in silence as she
approached. They were nearing the point where they would make
their presence known and command her to stop when she stopped
on her own.

"Ho the town!" Panic called up at the massive wall of ice.

Johnny Law picked up a speaker cone and yelled down to her,
"Ho stranger. State your purpose."

"Trade."

"What do you offer and what do you seek?"

"I offer ammo and I seek information."

"I wish we still had Puppeteer," Snap muttered. She would have been
able to tell if the stranger was lying.

"Show me," Law called down.

The stranger shrugged out of her cloak to reveal a pack that looked
modestly sized on her, but which likely could have comfortably fit
any of them inside. She dropped the pack to the ground next to her
skis and opened it up, taking out two handfuls of magazines. "See, all
kinds of dangerous toys."

"It's a trick," Slash hissed. "Let me cut her in half. Serenity can
smoke her."

Johnny Law shook his head. "Not yet Slash. Stay ready though."

"It's not a trick! Here. I'll leave some out and then back off.
you can come out and test it."

Law unhooked his radio, "Serenity, get down here. We have an unknown
Awakened saying she wants to trade us some ammo, but I want more
firepower in case she is lying. Bring your cannon balls."

"Coming. I was hoping to finish with the potatoes," came the
crackly reply.

Johnny Law shook his head. Serenity was a great ally, but he seemed
totally immune to the lessons that he had tried to give on radio
discipline. If the stranger was listening in, she would now
know they had at least one greenhouse. Turning back to the stranger,
he called down, "Ok, set down a sample and back off." He turned to
Pop, "Pop, go get 'em."

"You got it boss," the Guatemalan-American gave him a jaunty salute
before turned to get down.

He waited until the stranger had withdrawn a few hundred yards before
venturing out. When he got to the mags, he saw the size of her ski
tracks and it hit home just how huge she was in a way that it hadn't
when he was looking down on her from the wall. He slid one of the
cartridges out. It looked like a pretty standard 5.56. He made a
thumbs up gesture to the wall.

When he got back to the guard post, Slash snatched one of the mags
from his hands and started examining it.

"Slash, don't just grab things," Serenity admonished. The water
controlling Awakened man had arrived while Pop was down getting
the cans.

Johnny Law picked up the speaking cone again. "Ok, we can trade.
You said you wanted information. What do you want to know?"

"Can I come inside?" The gold clad giantess asked.

"I don't think you'll fit." The gate was only small enough for
one person at a time.

"Oh, that's fine, I'll just go over." She stepped out of her skis
and started walking over.

"Those ski boots are brand new," Serenity commented, rubbing a hand
over his stubble.

"She much be from some sort of well stocked bunker," Snap said.

"A bunker that laid in cross country ski boots for a 12 foot tall woman
before the Breaking? Not likely. They didn't have boots in her size anywhere
before the world Broke." Serenity replied.

When the stranger was 20 feet away from the wall, she bent down and leaped
up, flying right towards them and sailing over their position, slapping her
hand on the top of the 30 foot wall to vault over and land with a slam
behind it. The force of her impact made the walls shake and released an
ominous shower of ice crystals from the four foot thick ice roof covering
their heads.

"Want to come on down to talk? I hate craning my neck," the giantess called
up to them.

The defenders of Fort Irwin filed down the spiral staircase and fanned out
around the stranger. Snap and Pop weren't exactly pointing their rifles at
her, but they had their hands on the guns. Panic noticed they way they gripped
their weapons, but she wasn't worried. Her skin was a lot tougher than it
looked, and anything less powerful than the massive sniper rifle Underdog
was manning wouldn't have much impact on her. "I'm Panic. It's nice to
meet you!" She gave them a toothy grin, but it didn't set them at ease.

"The name's Law. Johnny Law." The Mayor of Fort Irwin replied, his breath
misting the air. Unlike his men, he kept his hand far away from his gun.
Up close, he realized the massive woman was incredibly beautiful, even
ignoring her improbable proportions. There was an edge of cruelty to
her beauty that told him she could kill them all if she wanted to though.
No one should look that well fed in the broken world, and while at this
point most survivors had dined on long pork a time or two, the size of
this woman made Johnny Law think that she might be able to swallow him
whole.

"Well aren't you a regular cowboy. Charmed," she grinned at him.
"Now, let's deal. I've been away from people for a long time, but
I've got a bag full of bullets and it's all yours if you answer my
questions to my satisfaction. What's happened in the last two years,
in general terms?"

"Times have gotten leaner and meaner, like they always do. The
summers aren't coming back fast enough."

"What of Coso?"

"Coso? Coso's gone," Law replied.

"How?" Coso had been the strongest power around when Panic and Underdog
retreated into the mountains. The idea that it was just gone came as
a shock.

"Sleepers."

"Sleepers? I haven't seen one in years. I thought they were all gone."

"The dumb ones, yeah, but the smart ones survived, hid in the snow and
burrowed underground. People say they have a queen directing them,
picking of enclave after enclave. People say a lot of things though."

"So you don't know if this Sleeper Queen really exists?" Panic sat
down cross legged, apparently not caring that it put her bare legs
in contact with the snow. Even sitting, she towered over them.

"She's out there all right," Snap spoke up.

"Idiot." Slash hissed at him.

"Some disagreement I guess," Panic observed.

"Even if it's not a queen, there is some intelligence directing them. They
work together now." Serenity spoke up. "We were attacked by a dozen of the
fast ones. You know the ones that look like dogs?"

"Yeah, I know 'em." When none of the townspeople spoke up, Panic continued,
"What about bandits? You having trouble with them?"

*Who knows, I could be talking to one now,* Johnny Law thought, "Less than
you would think. I think most of the people without walls have starved or
frozen at this point."

"Road rats have torn themselves apart," Pop spoke up, spitting in the snow
at his feet to show his distaste.

Panic had been one of those road rats not so long ago, though it hadn't
exactly been by choice. "How much longer can you hold out with the supplies
you have?"

Johnny Law's hand dropped to rest on the hilt of his gun, "Now I know you've
been away for a while, but that's not the kind of question people take to
kindly to." Beside him, Slash brought her hands together subtlety, ready
to fling a meter wide green razor at Panic at a moment's notice.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked. You're right. I've been away a while. I've
had a reprieve from the Broken world, and it's easy to forget. I asked because
this isn't all the supplies I have, and I was thinking it might be nice to stay
in Fort Irwin for a while. I might be able to stretch your supplies. I won't
need any food, don't need anything from you all, except maybe a place to
sleep."

"What's the catch?" Johnny Law asked.

"No catch. I'm just looking for somewhere to call home and I have the trade
to make it worth your while. I know it's hard to believe."

Serenity shook his head and muttered, "I really wish Puppeteer was still
around boss."

"Yeah, you and me both. We could use a lie detector." Law replied.

"I don't trust her. She's probably going to eat us in the night or
something," Pop declared.

"The bullets are real though."

"Yeah, but it doesn't make sense. Why would she be here if she wasn't
planning to eat us? A person her size has to eat a lot." Serenity
said.

Despite the fact that they had been whispering between themselves, Panic
answered him. Apparently her ears were a lot better than they looked, "I
actually don't eat. My power makes it so I don't need it. You don't have
to worry about me."

"We need all the help we can get. We've got maybe another year of food
stored up, and at the rate we are going I'm not sure how many of us will
survive on the bare rations we've been setting." Johnny Law spoke up. "I
don't trust her either, but at some point we have to roll the dice. She
looks like a fighter. We're gonna need that."

One by one, the others nodded their ascent. Johnny Law had lead them
though hell, and they were inclined to trust his judgment. "Ok, you
can stay."

"Great!" Panic grinned, "Let me just go get my husband. He's a bit protective
and is libel to bring this whole place down if I don't come out safe and
sound pretty soon." The reveal that Panic had had someone lying in
wait to back her up actually made Johnny Law feel better about the whole
situation. At least she wasn't totally blase about the danger involved in
contacting a new group.

"Husband? Dreamer didn't say nothing about another one," Snap said.

Panic took a few quick steps towards the wall, then leaped up, vaulting
over it just like she had on the way in. The defenders of Fort Irwin
ran up the spiral stair to watch her from the crows nest. She brought
her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle. A moment later,
a man just as large as she was rose from where he was concealed beneath
a covering that blended perfectly with the snow. He was clad in what
looked like plate armor, though rather than gleam with polished steel
it was painted a blotchy off white to blend in with the snowy background.
He held a massive rifle and more weapons bristled from his body, a pistol
on one hip and what looked like a chain whip coiled at the other. A pair of
short swords were slung across his back.

"Jeez, he's even bigger than her." Snap said when he got close.

Panic walked out to meet him, giving him a quick hug before walking back to
the wall with him. "This is my husband, Underdog." Panic called up. When
she introduced the armored hulk, several of the townspeople made the connection
to the tattoo they had seen on the small of her back.

"Nice to meet you all. You mind if I enlarge the gate a bit? I don't think
I can fit through."

"Go ahead." Johnny Law called down. A moment later, Underdog pointed two fingers
and slammed them in rapid succession into three points in the ice above and around
the door. The impacts caused cracks to form and ice to come tumbling down in
a great torrent. It wasn't perfect, but the new opening was pretty close to the
shape the old gate had had. The two giants set about clearing the rubble with
rapid movements and before long they had an opening large enough for them
to walk through.

"Where should we set up camp?" Underdog asked.

Johnny Law was uncomfortable before the heavily armed and armored giant, but
since he was pretty sure that Panic could have killed them all if she had
wanted to, Underdog's presence didn't actually change his calculus about
the situation. "We have plenty of empty buildings. You won't fit in most
of them, but there is a gym we don't use much you can stay in. You might
have to crawl through the doors though."

"Sounds great. Thank you so much!" Panic enthused.

"Slash, could you show them to the gym?" Johnny Law asked his glowing
enforcer.

The Latina with the scarred face was only a little taller than Panic used to
be, so she weighed about half as much as one of the tattooed Giantess's
massive breasts and only came up partway up Panic's thigh. Despite
being small enough to use a Panic sized pant-leg as a sleeping bag, Slash
didn't show any trace of fear as she approached the massive couple looming
over her. "Come on." She turned and began walking over the snowy road.

Following a normal sized person was painfully slow for the two giants, and
Panic had the urge to offer to pick Slash up, but she doubted that the
dour girl would take kindly to the offer. When she got the gym, she just
pointed, then turned to walk away.

"Thanks!" Panic gave her a wave goodbye.

"Not very friendly is she?" Underdog observed after the girl had left.

"No, maybe she's scared of us."

"No."

"You power tell you that?" Panic asked.

"Yeah. No mental weaknesses there. You can't break that girl. Her mental weaknesses
were more along the lines of being easy to goad into an unwise attack. I think she's
a bit of an attack dog."

"And this Johnny Law fellow is holding the leash?"

"Yeah, that was my sense of it."

Panic nodded, "What about the others. What was your impression of them?"

"I like Law. I don't think he'll fuck us over, at least not without good reason.
Can never be sure though. My power isn't really oriented that way, just gives me
hints, you know. He's not Awakened, and neither are the two guards who greeted
you, the ones with the assault rifles."

"What about the black guy? I think Serenity was his name."

"He's awakened. Not sure what his power is, but it has something to do with
the walls. I bet he made them. Some sort of ice manipulator I guess."

"Or water. It's cold enough to freeze and stay frozen. Maybe the walls aren't
there in the summer," Panic speculated.

"There's a thought. I'm sure we'll find out soon."

"You think this is a bad idea 'der?"

He hugged her from the side, "of course it's a bad idea."

She nodded and they turned to try to figure out how they were going to
have to contort themselves to get through the double doors of the
gymnasium.

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

That night, Panic lay in Underdog's arms. "Greg?"

"Yeah Anna?"

"Did you see how skinny they all were?"

"Yeah, I saw. My power flagged it even before we got here."

"They're dying Greg."

"Yeah, but now we're here. We can stop that," he pointed out. "That's why we
are here." He rubbed her back with his big hand.

"But this is just the town we happened to show up at. People are dying everywhere.
I thought the sleepers were gone, that things were getting better with the shorter
winters, but I was wrong. The sleepers are back, smarter now. Humanity is burning
out."

"Nothing lasts forever babe," he kissed her gently on the top of her head.

"Yeah, I just don't want it to end now."

"We're too divided to do anything about the sleepers. Humanity is tearing itself
apart. Things are in too much chaos. It's a lost cause Panic. When I turn my
power on humanity as a whole, the only thing I see is weakness." He shook his
head sadly.

"But our division is our biggest weakness?"

He nodded, "yeah."

"We need something to unify us."

"Yeah, hard to imagine what that could be though. We shouldn't focus on the big
picture. It's too depressing. Let's just think about what good we can do here."

"Yeah. Yeah, how long do you think we should wait before I offer to let them
drink my milk?"

"Maybe we give them a few weeks to get used to us before bringing it up. It
should give me time to figure out if they are secretly a death cult or something."

Panic smiled, "always gotta watch out for those death cults." She said it as
if it was a joke, but in the broken world, it really wasn't.

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

Slash pulled her hands apart to create a thin green membrane of energy, then flicked
it down into the frozen ground with an effort of will. She walked away from Fort
Irwin for about 20 feet and repeated the action. Turning back, she watched as a
massive chunk of frozen earth the size of a small bus rose from the ground and rolled
onto the inner bank of the massive trench they were building. Panic jumped up
out of the trench a moment later to shift the huge chunk of earth into place.
The tattooed giantess looked incredibly striking in the bright winter sun. Tight
black booty shorts and a matching low cut sports bra clung to her massive curves
and left most of her skin bare despite the biting cold. Her golden bob and nails
glinted in the sun as she stretched her arms wide to grip the chunk of frozen
earth to lift and adjust it.

Slash allowed herself to admire Panic's figure briefly before turning back to her
work. Until recently, Slash had hardly given sex much thought. She was too focused
on being hard enough to survive the broken world. She had noticed that she found
some boys cute, but never really examined the feelings further. The extreme figures
of the two giants who had started living in Fort Irwin had quickly made her much more
aware of her own sexuality though. She hadn't even realized she was attracted to women
until the night after she had shown them to the gym when she had realized she couldn't
get the massive Asian woman's curves out of her head, and of course when the two
giants started growing and Underdog could no longer fit into his armor she had come
to savor the sight of Panic's frequently shirtless husband just as much as the sight
of the scantily clad giantess.

Slash made a few more side cuts before Panic stopped her, "Slash, I need you again."

Slash trotted back, trying to ignore the heat she could feel building between her
legs. When she stopped at edge of the trench, Panic walked over and scooped her
up. "You ready?" Panic held the 5'2" skinny Latina in her arms like a baby.

"Yeah,"

"Ok, here goes," Panic held the smaller woman to her half ton chest, drowning
her in boob flesh, and jumped down into the hole. She released Slash and carefully
set her on her feet facing the end wall of the trench. Slash hoped that if Panic
noticed the way her legs were a bit wobbly she would chalk it up to being jostled
around by the jump.

"Ok, stand back," Slash knew that Panic already knew the drill by this point, but
she was in the habit of reminding people that while she might not look like much,
she was very dangerous. She created another membrane and crouched down to send it
skimming forward along the ground with significantly more force than she put into
the side wall slashes she had been making.

"I never get tired of watching that. You have such a cool power." Panic said with
a bright smile.

Normally, Slash would have just glowered at that, but the stupid butterflies in her
stomach made her her smile weakly and say, "thanks."

"Ready to go back up?"

"Yeah,"

"Ok," Panic scooped her up and hugged her tightly to her chest again. Despite her
height, the trench was four feet taller than her, but she made the jump out of the
pit easily. Slash thought about the strength in those massive thighs as she walked
back to the place where she had stopped making side cuts. As she walked, she sent
steady pulses of cutting power down to create sections for Panic to move.





// Panic and Slash are working together to dig a ditch around the town, while Underdog
// is helping demolish some dilapidated buildings in down. Slash seems to be
// attracted to Panic. When Underdog meets up with them after the fact, Underdog
// picks up on Slash's little crush with his powers.

// Panic tells the townspeople that she can feed them with her milk. They agree.
// and she feeds them, running dry before they can all drink from her.

// Panic grows even larger to be able to feed the townspeople better.
// She grows Underdog along with her.
