Macro-Augmentation (Complete, green)

>You have the best girlfriend you could have imagined.
>Frankly, you don't even know HOW you got her.
>Her name's Veronica, although you just call her Nic.
>You went to the same school and remember when you first saw her; she's this lithe, if somewhat short, snow-white vixen. She hung out with a lot of the rich kids, as her parents were wealthy landowners
>Of course you never had the courage to approach her. The brief moments she had her icy blue eyes on yours made your heart hurt. Even worse was that she was always nice to you and you could barely stammer back.
>Then one day, she stopped coming to school.
>It was strange because she was typical Ms. Perfect Attendance.
>Then, a whole year later, she returned.
>She no longer hung out with her rich friends. She didn't hang out with anyone.
>The moment you approached Nic and asked how she was, she looked like she was ready to cry.
>You at least had the social grace to change the subject. You'd talk about what she missed at school; a bully smacking a teacher here, a chemistry lesson setting the room on fire there.
>Nic just sat there and listened. It was so strange, it was as if she hadn't had basic contact for so long.
>From that day on, she would always wait for you at the school gates, walk with you to classes, eat with you at lunch.
>You would occasionally ask about 'that year', it would upset her every time. You eventually stopped asking about it.
>Ten years later and you've been friends all that time, only the last eight months, she's your girlfriend.
>She's so normal despite keeping silent about 'that year', and she's the most loving thing.
>Nic's folks cover almost everything you desire, with the simple stipulation you work
>It's why a certain pattern has made itself obvious; every week, on Wednesday, at 4pm, she vanishes off the face of the earth for three hours.
>She turns off her phone and she just heads out and drives somewhere.
>You know you shouldn't....but one day you follow her.

>Like 'that year', she's evasive about these several hour long blackouts.
>She'll be coy, dismissive. Then when pressed she gets upset. It hurts to see her like that, glistening blue eyes and all, but you're getting increasingly worried what it could be.
>You watch Nic's long hair dance about in the wind as she climbs into her car.
>You've planned ahead and rented a car on the sly to make it harder to recognise you. You grab the keys and immediately start off in pursuit.
>You trail her to a warehouse out of town. You pull further back as the traffic thins out.
>She pulls in and climbs out. You've stopped just outside the entrance and climb through to the back seat, then peer over at her.
>It's a blank building, dark windows, a basic set of doors. She enters after a brief look around the area and you move in.
>It's eerie. Empty corridors, no smoking signs, blank whiteboards for timetables and little else.
>It takes you a while to find anything of note; a single door down a central corridor.
>Just a perspex sign; "M.A." engraved on it.
>You stare at the door for a moment, then place your ear to the door.
>Muffled voices....then a loud voice, vibrating the door.
>"Shit, I'm sorry! Did that hurt? Oh gosh, I'm sorry!"....was that Nic? It sounds like she was talking through a megaphone.
>You suck in a deep breath, and twist the door-handle. Just as you go to push, the door's pulled open and you get slammed into the broad, furry chest of a wolf guy a foot taller than your six foot height.
>He looks at you with a panicked expression. He's shirtless but putting on a jacket. You have a split second to look him in the eye before you look at the room you've been pulled into
>It must take up half the warehouse; A bunch of people, some wearing suits, others wearing body armour of some type.
>Smack bang in the middle is Nic.
>She's naked, she's holding an armoured guy.
>holding...because she's easily a hundred feet tall.

>All eyes are on you. You briefly register another wolf guy. Same black fur as the first, but he looks younger. He's also huge, although not as tall as Nic.
>"Fuck, grab him!" One of the suits says.
>"A-Anon!?" Nic says, she's mortified and covers her face in shame.
>The wolfman in front of you suddenly reaches for you.
>In a blind panic, you shove him and sprint away.
>There's a reason for your panic but your brain isn't capable of deep thought right now.
>You're back to your rental car and burning rubber by the time you see the warehouse doors open.
>You speed home. You're dripping with sweat.
>You stagger back into your home, shakily fill a glass with water, and sit on your couch.
>Right, that's why you panicked; macros are a violent relic of a world fucking war.
>Fifty years back, old fossils were found of massive anthro folk.
>Of course people researched it, and discovered a common ancestry with anthros.
>then came a shitty land war over the fossils. Then came armed conflict.
>Then some asshole who's name has been struck from history decided it would be a good idea to splice the macro skeletons DNA into people. It was almost considered a failure until a handful of people went macro.
>Not only macro, but they went....savage.
>First it was a case of sending them against the other guys. Stomping, eating and such.
>Then over time, they'd go crazy and attack anything smaller than them.
>These days, you get the occasional macro occurrence; the research data went missing and some lunatics have started using it for nefarious purposes.
>So now, if anyone goes macro, it's pinned down hard and dealt with.
>So now your girlfriend is one? But can shrink?
>You look at your phone and you've had the number drilled into your head from government posters.
>You start dialing the number, and hesitate on calling it. You fucking love Nic....
>*bzzzt* "Nic's Mobile"
Let's get a simple one out of the way. Do you answer, how do you respond?

nut up and answer. it's over the phone, so there's no chance of dying and it's possible to be a little authoritative on wanting answers.

>You push to answer.
>"Anon! Please, I'm sorry, I-"
>You interrupt and demand she explain what the hell's going on.
>She's quiet for a long time. You hear light sniffles and withheld sobs.
>"....so, back in school...t-that year...I hung out with some...strange people"
>You ask if it was the rich kids. She hesitates again, clears her throat and seems to compose herself.
>"No, not exactly. Well, my old friends got me involved with these people. You know the types; people who prey on people with money with drugs. Get them hooked, start charging and increasing the prices. Like every drug PSA shit in school."
>"Only they started asking about trying a new drug. Of course we were fucking idiots and accepted. I'd been holding off the whole time and when it didn't even do anything, I...I figured it would let me fit in. I thought it was strange when they took my friends away one by one when nothing happened."
>Ah...the handful of people who can be turned, and Nic had to be one. You're not sure how to feel about this.
>"So I....don't remember exactly what happened after that. I remember feeling hot, then my clothes going tight, then....the next thing I remember, I was standing naked, huge...and I had blood over my muzzle. I...I could taste it..."
>Then she breaks down again. You wait for her to compose herself, even more worried than before.
>"I...I ate people....t-the drug pushers. I don't know what they were trying to do until recently. Th...the men in the suits, they took me and looked after me for that year."
>You ask who they are.
>"I...I'm sorry, I can't say, but they helped me get over what happened then. I have to visit them every so often to have the macro part of me suppressed and condition myself to not lose control, to learn how to handle people...they want to use us to help save people from other macros...me, and two others. Are you home? I want to see you. Please, don't call the 'slayers'"
Any further questions?

Regardless of whether she's angry or crying, let her know that If she ever wanted the relationship to go anywhere she'd have to tell you sometime.
Better you found out now.
Then reassure her that you're still dating. Nothing bad's going to happen relationship-wise.

ask if you can get her some takeout.
Heh, I'm sure there's no subtext there...
there actually wasn't, but please work that faux pas in. pointed questions over a phone when you don't know if she's alone is a bad idea.
i was going with "kill 'em all" until i learned the context, now it's a new angle.

>You ask if you can call some takeout.
>"Y...you're joking....I....Anon, this isn't funny!"
>You almost laugh when you realise you went from her talking about eating people straight to food. A nervous laugh, anyway.
>You finally sigh and say that you want this relationship to work and this was going to come out into the open eventually.
>"I...I know, but...what they say about us. It's true but...I'm trying my hardest. The...the movements of small people...uh, I mean normal people....shit, okay Veronica, like they said...focus on being small." she seems to say as a mantra a few times.
>"I'm coming home. Just...please, we can work this out. It won't interfere with anything, I promise...I mean, I might get a call if a macro attack occurs, but it'll be like always; Nic and Anon, right?" She sounds desperate. Pretty similar to how she used to be whenever you'd bring up 'that year' before.
>You tell her you'll be waiting and let her hang up just in case she says anything else.
>You do actually order out. You do the sensible thing and go for her favourite chinese joint.
>It's not a long way before she turns up. Her cheeks are wet and her clothing's all messy despite her usual prim-and-proper look.
>As soon as you open the door for her, she almost headbutts your chest and wraps her arms around you.
>Then you feel a wetness on your chest as she apologises over and over in between sobs.
>You let her vent it out, gradually pulling her into the front room.
>It's not terribly long before she licks at your neck. You can't help but remember she's eaten people before as she does.
>then the doorbell goes. You finally break away from her and collect the small banquet, seat yourselves in the front room and eat in silence.
Another bout of questions if you wish, otherwise she'll get to what she needs to say since she's still 'recovering'.

try and get her comfortable about it. ask her what it's like being big and powerful like that. ask her if you can be there with her.
if she starts with the waterworks, give her a reassuring squeeze and tell her she never did anything wrong, but you need her to be honest with herself and you.

>You ask how she feels about being that big and whether you can come along next time.
>She gets a vacant look in her eyes and you swear she's had a mild stroke for a moment, then she shakes her head and takes a few deep breaths.
>"Sorry, I'm still a little shaken. Before we go any further, I need to tell you a few things if we're going to discuss...'that'."
>You shrug and mull over your food as she steels herself. She mumbles that mantra again; focus on being small.
>"I can control it, but I have some...well, they're triggers. If I get too hungry, if I get really mad, if I see small prey...ah, smaller, scurrying things...there's a reason the pest exterminator is on speed dial."
>You suddenly realise you never really thought of it but there's a few quirks she has you never really considered. She almost never goes anywhere without some snacks, she takes tai-chi lessons and meditates, although it's the combat style rather than the gathering in the park stuff.
>She's always been averse of vermin yet never panicked as such. She'd just leave the room and call the exterminators if any were in the house and she just avoids alleyways
>"So. When I'm...I guess natural? Macro...anyway. It's empowering and insidious; I feel unstoppable, and small moving things make me want to chase them by instinct. I get unnaturally hungry..."
>She looks distant again and takes a few more breaths. She seems to take less time, as if this is actually helping her more than she realises. You guess less secrets is probably a good thing.
>"That's why I go to those Macro Augmentation meetings. They get me to meditate, return to my new natural size, and play...I mean, get to grips with handling people in those suits so I can get over the instincts."
>"Oh, and they want you to come next time. You're what they call an ' anomolous emotional trigger', so even if you didn't, they would likely force you to anyway."
>Well, that's a date then.

>Things feel normal at last
>You both mellow out after eating your fill of the oriental buffet, and you settle into a fairly standard position.
>You're lounging back into the sofa, and your girlfriends bare, white furred feet are laying across your lap as she rests her head on the armrest.
>The TV is on; you're both looking at the screen, but you're not watching. The reality is still sinking in.
>Your girlfriend, a woman you've known for nigh on fifteen years, have been friends with for ten, been sleeping with for five and living together for eight months...
>She's a macro, over a hundred feet tall, at risk of going into a murderous, man-eating rage if provoked by something as simple as a scurrying rodent, not eating for long enough or being enraged.
>Conflict isn't a strong enough word.
>There's a three way conflict between your brain saying call it in; she's a ticking timebomb. Your brain is a traitor.
>Your heart is saying that she's the same girl that used you as her emotional support after becoming a macro. She's emotional now but she's been a rock in your life, your best friend all this time since that moment and she has been EVERYTHING you've asked for in a girl; kind, caring, supportive. Your heart's an alright guy.
>Then there's your dick. You're lucky her legs are elevated above the gap between your thighs, because right now, it's saying it wants to be pressed against those surprisingly soft, darker pads on her feet. While she's full size. Your dick is the friend who always gets you into trouble but is the wisest bastard you know.
>You settle by taking advice from the latter two; you gently wrap your hands around her feet and massage them. Wrapping your fingers around the white fur and pressing your thumbs into her pads.
>She first stirs to look at what you're doing, then she settles back down and gives a soft groan. Her legs settle and her toes clench slightly. This is nice.
>Your dick wants escalation though.

>You fight off the urge for a while, and let her enjoy her moment, because your brain's been hijacked and only your heart is running distraction while the lone ranger below begins to enact a plan.
>Nic looks so relaxed, and it's almost a shame that you break the moment.
>Your hand slides along her calf, her thigh and settles onto the belt of her jeans.
>Then you begin unclasping it.
>"You know...you could have just said," she murmers and gives you a loving look with those awe inspiring blue eyes.
>Nic scoots herself along the couch, lifting herself onto your lap. Her well toned derrier settling into the groove, and she gives a light, bemused sigh.
>"I think we could both do with clearing the air," she whispers and brings her muzzle to your cheek for a lick, and wiggles her ass against your full erection. There may be layers between the pair, but the attraction is like something from a romance novel.
>"I'm ready if you are, stud."
>Wrapping your arms around her, you lifting her in the bridal carry and you storm up the stairs into the bedroom.
>You throw her onto the bed, and you both race to see who can strip down first.
>You ungag your brain long enough to remember that you can't impregnate her without visiting the clinic for an anthro compatibility medication course. Au naturale is all good.
>You begin trying to work out if she's got anything stuck in her teeth and tongue and you think she's checking your airways for blockages when you withdraw.
>Your hands run up and down her toned body and get a fair handful of her modest bust.
>Legs get interlocked and you feel her pedicured toes gently scratch against them. Your back bleeds a little as you just can't stop tasting and feeling her. All of her.
>Then your dick has one of his fine ideas.
>You whisper the idea of her towering over you is the hottest fucking thing.
>You want to be held in her hand and squeezed.
>Nic's eyes look into yours as arousal is clashing with something...savage.

>You can't help yourself. The three way fight in you has been won by the master manipulator dick, and you're now cheering for Nic's macro instinct. You'd call yourself insane, but that would be too sensible for a man with no working brain.
>"A...Anon...stop....." she breathes, but her mind is clearly imagining you as her plaything.
>You say you want to be in her mouth and licked clean. You want to bury yourself in between her tits.
>"...focus on...being...small..." she pants as her pupils dilate.
>She can be the biggest fucking thing and to use you as a sex toy.
>"f....fo....c......ppp.....PREY!"
>You feel her move. Her body stretches and there's the sound of a hammering heartbeat, the rush of blood in her. It's a slightly rhythmic rumble deep in her.
>You watch her eyes lose focus as her muzzle pushes against your face. Her teeth bare themselves and she growls.
>You're pushed from her as she sits up. She presses her hands against her face and you watch her feet stretch either side of you, followed by legs that are easily as long as you are tall.
>"I.....want.....hnnnggg...!" her voice shifts, dropping a few octaves and a low, feral growl backing it.
>"Foc...us....being.......BIG!" she snarls and she shoots upward, head striking the ceiling and cracking it.
>The bed creaks and groans under her massive weight.
>Then she laughs. It's not a kind laugh.
>Her icy blue eyes peer from between her fingers. The dilated pupils narrow to pin-point size as she stares at you.
>She lowers herself and crawls on all fours as you back yourself against the wall.
>She twitches and grows again. Her legs are spread wide and yet they're almost against the opposing walls, her tail buffeting against the one behind her, and her large, hungry muzzle pointed at you.
>Your dick was the traitor all along. You've never been harder.
>Nic leans in, opening wide her glistening jaws, saliva dripping from her sharp teeth. Hot breath on your face.
>you scream her name. She stops.

>She's got to be forty feet tall. She's taking up the room and you doubt she'd have only a little trouble eating you whole. Odds are she'd chew you up though.
>The floor creaks loudly as her growth stops as her motions do.
>She cocks her head like a dog and stares at you, closing her mouth and licking her lips.
>Then she sniffs at you. Her wet nose on your face, your chest, then your traitorous dick.
>She grins.
>Nic proceeds to wreck the room as she moves herself, turning about, elbows cracking floorboards and the ceiling, the bed crushed, the cabinets smashed about.
>She then grabs you, and proceeds to press you against her engorged, hungry slit.
>You get your wish; you're her sex toy.
>She rubs you against her as she pants like a feral canine. Her increasing gasps gain a vixen-appropriate yipping, then that squeal they make, only deep and room shaking.
>One hand continues to shove you aggressively against her, the other hand is massaging herchest. Her tongue lols out and her eyes lid.
>You can't say you're not enjoying it either. You cum ineffectually against her as she proceeds to increase tempo.
>your limbs start striking her inner thighs and body harder and harder, before with a final shove, she embeds you head first into her womanhood.
>She snarls and you feel her walls clench. The floor cracks as she writhes with her orgasm. You feel ceiling plaster land on your lower half as her bucking strikes her hips against it.
>Finally, she gasps for breath and you're released. She leans back, and begins to shrink.
>She reduces smoothly, moaning softly in a relaxed, relieved way.
>Finally, she reaches her usual five foot three height, and she stops.
>She sits up, looks at you, then down at herself.
>You kind of expected tears, or anger, or something.
>Nope....she looks....overjoyed, if somewhat shocked.
She looks like she'll be like that for a while....anyone want to act or talk to her?

sounds like one of those moments to leap on her and scream about how fucking awesome that was.
cheer her on: she's far more in control of this than she gives herself credit.

>You'd struggle to call Nic a shrinking violet these days.
>You did sometimes wonder if it's a front she always put up as she was always the prim and proper type. Then a few amazing sessions in bed crushed that worry. She's VERY well adjusted in the bedroom and open to experimentation.
>Getting to know her personally has told you a few things; she's a bit of a neat freak when it comes to her appearance, she's ticklish around the neck, all that typical stuff.
>She's usually very confident. Seeing her earlier shook that belief. The times you've confronted her about 'that year' have always nagged at you.
>Now, though? You just forced her into her obviously deep seated fear of losing control, and just the single shout of her name brought her back...well, most of her back. Enough to save you from getting eaten.
>All that worrying, and it's obvious she's got a grip on this. If she's been having to get used to being a 'savage macro' for this many years, you suppose it was her fear of harming you that probably made her so scared earlier.
>There's no fear now. Nic's got this smile on her face that screams at how much she enjoyed that,
>You rush over and lift her into your arms and spin about. You tell her she was amazing, that you're so fucking proud of her.
>She laughs; it's such a soul nourishing sound.
>Her arms wrap around you and she laps at your face repeatedly.
>You finally stop, you feel each others' breath each other's faces.
>"I've never done that before! I've always had to keep control from the start. How...what..?"
>You watch her expression flow from joy to confusion and back again. It finally settles on sticking her tongue into your mouth.
>The whole escapade takes its toll and you both lay on the remains of the bed, exhausted.
>Once again, your dick has proven his worth.
>You look into Nic's eyes as she stares at yours.
>You eventually decide to sleep on it. Cuddling.

>The bed may be a wreck, but it's so comfortable with a relaxed girlfriend in your arms.
>Nic sleeps soundly. She settled on being the little spoon; her plush, fluffy white tail resting between your legs.
>You can't wait to be the little spoon. Your mind reels from the possibilities of what this means if she's in control, or close to it.
>You finally fall asleep yourself.
>Morning comes. You think it's morning; the alarm clock is broken, as with most of the room.
>Nic stirs in your arms.
>Then she turns her head and kisses you. You greet her in kind and whisper a good morning to her.
>"Morning Anon....damn, I haven't slept that well since....well, since before 'turning'."
>You ask how that felt, because to you it felt like all her worrying was for nothing; she's clearly got a grip on this.
>"I mean, I've always had to keep in meditation to keep in control with the Macro Augmentation team.. They'd black out most of the room and keep one person in front of me while I grew. They would stand still and I'd watch them as I returned to normal height. I'd have to fight against the urges and then we'd engage in the handling exercises."
>"Oh damn, I guess I should call them...they need to know. This has to be a breakthrough."
>You both stand and observe the room.
>"Okay, I'll call the M.A... they can send someone to fix the room, they've got people in case we have an 'incident'.
>You grin and wrap your arms around her, giving her a squeeze and asking if you can have another 'incident' right now.
>She giggles and pushes her toned ass against you and shakes free from your grip.
>"Seriously, Anon. If we can prove you can help me control myself, that will mean....I don't even know exactly what, but it might mean I won't need weekly meetings, I might be 'ready' to help protect everyone. They'll want proof though."
>You let her make the call. She informs them of what's happened, sparing the lewder details.
>A moment later, she hangs up.
>"We're meeting in an hour."

>You get a hasty breakfast.
>Then you decide to be economic with showering by doing to together. You're unashamed to admit you had sex while doing so.
>She has this lingering relief from last night that speaks volumes to her newly restored confidence, and since you're the cause of that new feeling, it's like the first time you had sex but without the lack of experience; you just can't get enough of each other and you loathe the time limit.
>You don't even care you're about to meet a shady group of who-knows-what types seeking to turn your girlfriend into a defensive tool for the city. As she said last night, it's Anon and Nic. Just like old times, with less secrets and the fact your girlfriend's a size-shifting powerhouse.
>It's been the best intervention you could hope for.
>Unfortunately, you're now on the way to the Macro Augmentation Group. You wonder why they're called Augmentation.
>"As in become greater than. Macros are normally savages, we're trying to become greater than that."
>The same shady warehouse, only this time you walk in holding hands.
>Nic leads you straight to the room you found, and you step inside.
>No signs of the wolf guys from yesterday, but instead it's a few of the suits.
>"Veronica," the older suit says as he nods in greeting, then looks at you, "Anon, isn't it? Here we were worried you might be an 'A.E.T'...oh, sorry, an 'anomolous emotional trigger', but it seems you might be a key in keeping her under control. I'm Grayson. You're probably a little confused right now. I'll be glad to answer any questions you might have, but we would like a....demonstration."
>You look at Nic, and she just waits for your response.
Anyone want to say anything or do you obey?

it's almost worth smarting off and asking if she gets a cape while doing hero work. figure out how laid-back or not the program's run.
after that, making them explain what they want to see first, and asking Nic how things have gone for her so far.

>You crack wise about Nic being made into a superhero. You ask how form fitting the spandex will be. Nic slaps your back with a moderate growl of annoyance.
>With almost classic shady government-type behavior, Grayson doesn't change his expression.
>"We take this project extremely seriously, Anon. Recent trends have pointed to someone planning for an attack; the sudden lack of a macro incident in the last few years tells me everything I need to know in that regard. They used to be routine, and we couldn't pin down the perpetrators. Now they suddenly fall off the map? I don't buy it."
>You're not going to get a rise from Grayson. A balding man with dyed black hair and a goatee.
>You ask what they want to see from this demonstration.
>"As Veronica described it, you triggered a response, yet when she moved to act on her impulses, you snapped her back to lucidity. I would like to see you replicate that. We also want to raise the stakes," he says and points to a conspicuously grooved panel on the floor, "we will instigate a response, you will run to that trapdoor when her instincts take over, then you will do the same as you did at home and get her to recover control. If it fails, then you will be dropped into a saferoom below the floor before she can get to you. Relax, we have been doing this for a decade."
>You ask if you can confer with your girlfriend. He shrugs.
>"Fine, but this isn't a planned meeting; make it quick."
>You pull Nic aside and ask how these people have been treating her.
>"Look, I know he's not the most personable guy but he helped me come to terms with what I did when I first became a macro. He's been supportive and helped keep me focused. You didn't even know about this whole mess until you followed me! The least I can do is help save people with this..." she struggles with the word to use.
>You say gift.
>"I was going to say curse, but...sure."
Thoughts? You admit you didn't exactly run when at home...it's riskier.

she's a giant, carnivorous beast who'll have more than twice the reach and even more prey drive than last night, but she's your high-school sweetheart and been your everything since. you'd humiliate yourself, put on a mouse costume and shout "SQUEAK SQUEAK! I'M OVER HERE!" at her full-size while running if that's what it takes to help her.

>You shrug and say the game's on.
>Grayson nods and his companions move to the edges of the room.
>Having had a chance to take in the room, you watch the suits move to a series of conspicuous gapped wallpanels. Escape doors.
>Grayson gestures to a taped X on the floor, and Nic moves to a massive square
>As the pair of you get into place, the lights in the room click and switch off, except the ones between you and Veronica, which dim.
>Nic smiles at you, and your fears are pushed back. You're doing this for her alone, not the suits.
>You're somewhat surprised when she strips down and throws her clothes outside the square behind her. Of course she does, she was naked when you found her macro the first time.
>You take in the show before reconfirming the distance behind you to the trapdoor. It's a fifty foot run.
>"Is everyone prepared?" Grayson calls out.
>Veronica nods into the dark, you give a thumbs up.
>"Inducing Reaction."
>A small spray of smoke scatters on the floor near her feet.
>Then a couple of small, bright lights spark up behind her; projectors.
>They project humans, anthros, cars and the like in motion as tiny entities near her.
>Despite the distance, you see her seize up. If they were mice out in the world at large, this would be the point she'd turn and walk away.
>Instead Nic stares and her muzzle pulls back into a snarl. She clearly buries herself in the sensation, not even using her focus mantra.
>This causes her to get big FAST.
>You can see her body swell in perfect scale. It throws off your perspective, as if she's getting closer.
>There are vibrations in the floor before you start hearing that thump and rumble of her body growing.
>She lowers down onto her knees and drool drips from her mouth as she runs out of headroom.
>Then, at her full size, she starts to chuckle. It echoes around the room and shakes you to your core.
>Nic looks at you, those pinpoint eyes.
>She licks her teeth.
>You turn and run.

>She roars and chases after you.
>You're running at full speed and can feel the vibrations of her movements.
>You reach the trapdoor and turn as she crawls at you.
>It's like something from a horror movie.
>The rage and hunger in her normally cute face for once cuts off your ability to breathe for what you hope isn't a crucial second.
>With some serious resolve, you manage to finally scream her name.
>She doesn't stop.
>You cry out her name again.
>Nic's almost on you.
>Your heart takes over as traitor.
>You step off of the trapdoor.
>Then you spread your arms as she wraps her hand around you.
....and we'll leave it there.

"play with her food" brand of sadism, on taking a lick and dangling loverboy over her gaping maw before snapping out of it and giving her a pretty good look at you giving her a nervous thumbs up when it's obvious she snaps out of it.
the question is if she can speak when she's savage, or hold dialog?

>Then she flops on her back and demands bellyrubs

Since she does seem a little more animalistic as macro, and that's how macros were described in general so I imagine here behavior takes some of those aspects too. More physical, less inhibitions, but in control. Might want to try a more commanding approach.
>Brain: No that makes her anrgy
>Heart: No, she wouldn't hurt us
>Dick: Do it.
>Slap her nose, "eyes on me"

like with the face of a stone cold motherfucker in charge of the situatuion while internally screaming like a little girl.

Kinda. Could be somewhat panicked reaction, doing what first comes to mind.
>Slap
>Oh shit why did I do that? Must roll with it
>"Hey! Focus!"

And as the trust develops, the internal screaming grows weaker

>Fuck you heart.
>Dick has gone, and a fear boner would have at least given you some semblance of going out to that with which you love.
>Rather than being eaten by that with which you love.
>You scream Nic's full name as she pulls you towards her gaping maw.
>The saddest part of all is her hand slows and shakes. Nic's still in there somewhere, but this test was too much, too soon.
>You at least have your arms free.
>As you feel the hot air of her exhaling breath, you flail your arms to try and grab her lips or teeth or anything besides the abyss at the back of her waiting throat.
>Your right hand collides with her wet nose with an appreciably loud slaping noise and a yipe fills the air.
>The large, fleshy opening before you closes and her tongue licks her nose. Her ears fold down and she sniffs a few times.
>She even whines; it's a long, unpleasant sound at her size.
>She's literally a giant dog...well, vixen, same family at least.
>You remember that guy on the TV who whispered to dogs as your brain decides to actually get involved.
>You shout her name again, and tell her to look at you.
>Nic backs you up and looks at you.
>You can see the girl you love buried in there, slowly taking back over.
>Despite the lingering adrenal high, you try and think of how you can suppress the violent urges, focus on the good stuff.
>You tell her to lay on her back.
>The room echoes with fur on concrete as she wiggles around onto her rump and lays flat.
>You tell her to put you down.
>You're gently placed onto her broad, well toned belly. It's like standing on a thick shag pile carpet.
>Heart decides to get back involved; you rub her belly.
 >You doubt you're really doing anything for her physically, but as you scritch the subtle curves of her light abs, she pants.
>She even wiggles her legs a little.
>"Grrhee.....that feels good! More more! You're nice! I love y-...huh?"
>She not only speaks, but she lifts her head.
>"Anon? What...oh.."

>Nic sits up, gently cradling you in front of her with one hand and pressing her other hand against her cheek as a clear show of red shows up through her pristine white furred cheek.
>She's blushing like mad.
>"Unorthodox. Foolish. You have a deathwish, kid," Grayson says as he steps into the light, "but I've never been one to argue with results. We always figured the macro mind could be susceptible to a Pavlovian response borrowed from the mind of the original state, but the size disparity compounded with the lack of tangible connection to the normal mind processes made it untenable; you might just be able to make this work."
>You smile at Nic and she smiles back at you.
>Grayson pulls out a phone, and presses a few buttons. He places the phone to his ear.
>"Cancel my week. Something important came up.....Yes, thank you." He taps the screen and pockets the phone again.
>"Let's try again. Veronica, if you would?"
>"Yes, Mr. Grayson." Nic says as she gently places you on the floor. She winks and closes her eyes, lowering her head.
>She shrinks smoothly and calmly.
>You resist the urge to approach her until she's back to five three, but as soon as she is, you pull her up and hug her.
>Nic squeezes you back.
>"Actually....stay like that," Grayson says as he backs away into the darkness again, "the opposite of the last test; positive contact while induced. Then we can build back to the running test incrementally."
>You whisper to Nic that you believe in her.
>She kisses you as long as she dares to.
>"All ready?" You show a thumbs up. Nic presumably does the same behind you.
>"Inducing reaction."
>You see the projectors click back on and the sound of hissing around your feet, a low fog forming beneath you.
>Almost immediately you feel Nic start growing. Her neck widens until you can't hold it, but she maintains her hold on you.
>The ground pulls away and her fur fills most of your view.
>Ten seconds later, she pulls you back and looks at you.
>"Boo!" she giggles.

>"Wait, you didn't even meditate?" Grayson calls out.
>Nic shakes her head.
>"I just listened to Anon's breathing, sniffed his scent and... felt him, I guess." She gives you a full body lick.
>"Alright, again. Short distance, let's say six feet."
>These tests go on for a while; incrementally longer distances and each time Nic manages to keep control with only the occasional twitch of her muzzle.
>Then it's finally time for the running test once more.
>"Inducing reaction!"
>You're used to her growing now and you keep your cool. Like the last few tests her muzzle flickers as the instinct gives her some trouble.
>Just before she finishes growing, as she lowers herself to keep herself from striking the ceiling, you start running.
>There's the sound of her growling and chasing.
>You feel slower, as if you're unafraid and the adrenaline isn't flowing. You still reach the trapdoor in time for you to turn.
>Nic slides and skids in her crawl as if she's a playful dog in pursuit.
>She cocks her head and stares at you before slowly lowering her head to you and sniffing you.
>You simply tell her she's a good girl and you pat the top of her muzzle.
>She pants and licks you as her eyes gain clarity.
>"I know I am! I....damn it, not again..."
>Grayson approaches; he's grinning broadly and applauding.
>"Outstanding. I believe I owe you some answers. I'd also like to ask if you would join our group as Veronica's partner...in the M.A. I mean. If not, then I won't force you. Ask away, and I'll do what I can to fill you in to allay your fears."
Right, proper answers should you ask the right questions and an actual choice.

1. who the hell can make a bunch of g-men want to get a bunch of macros together to save everyone?
2. is it possible for Nic's condition to change and she'll get more or less macro?
3. is it possible to have a couple hours in a place big and secluded enough for "private sessions"?

>You ask what their deal is; the government has been targetting macros publicly for decades, yet this group wants to not only keep them under wraps but make them some sort of hero group.
>"I'm sure you're familiar with the whole macro war history as told. Let's just say I feel responsible for that whole disaster, if only by the Grayson name, but I also feel that my grandfather had the right idea when he tried to bring them back. I want to vindicate his reputation. I'm doing this with the backing of a few people with similar concerns about an upcoming macro attack, but we need to strike back with complete confidence that decent people like Veronica are on their side. We can make them accepted. Maybe a part of normal life, if we can fine tune how to train them."
>You then ask about Nic's condition, about whether it's pliable or changeable.
>"We haven't had a chance to really experiment; we have theories, but without a subject who has control, that's all they are; theories. I suppose you want to know what we could do.”
>He smooths down his goatee.
>"We already have a decent basis on absolute size control, merging the savage side with the actual mind. We also have some ideas that their size can be altered; Veronica here is one of the larger ones. The species seems to be irrelevant, and even bloodline doesn't matter. You saw the two lupine gentlemen when you stumbled in on us? Father and son, the father is fifty feet at natural, the son is a full ninety. Veronica's height is a hundred and thirteen feet.”
>You ask about some....dwellings big enough for the newly in control Veronica.
>He finally smirks.
>"Well, considering everything....I'll tell you what, how about as a joining bonus I give you a nice place out of town; old, refurbished farm we had designed for keeping Veronica hidden if she ever found herself unable to reduce her size. The...uh...barn is soundproof and heated."
>You look at Nic, who can't help but grin and blush again.
Your move.

shake his hand but politely request the barn's keys up front. the second you can, ask Nic how it feels being big now.

also, food for thought: try and force her to think about her giant self as a beloved superhero clad in spandex, during the car ride out.
totally no shenanigans would occur.

>You extend your hand and he accepts it. You shake and ask when you can move in, because you don't have a bedroom right now and wouldn't want to look unprofessional arriving at work for the M.A.
>"Oh, you can move in there today. I have a few people looking after it but if you're welcome to head there now if you want. I'll call ahead, they'll hand you the keys and we can have your personal effects moved there tomorrow. Just one thing, this is a very unusual recruitment method and I'm sure you have Veronica's best interests at heart, but let me make something extremely clear."
>He moves his face close to yours.
>"Tell anyone about this and you'll get your girlfriend killed. In fact, give me your phone and I'll have a government issue one sent with your effects tomorrow. The only reason I let Veronica call you yesterday is because her phone already garbles the calls for anyone listening in with conventional devices, and you new one will as well. Veronica can drive you to your new home."
>Grayson waves his fellow suits over.
>"Welcome to the M.A., keep your ears open and when you get called in, you drop everything and attend. We'll be in touch."
>They exit, leaving the two of you alone.
>You stare in awe at your enormous girlfriend. She smiles back.
>"I'd say you left a good impression, Anon. I'm glad you accepted; they've done so much for me, and I feel like I could never repay them."
>You ask how she feels about her 'curse' now.
>"Make no mistake, I still feel bad for the first running test but....I feel strangely calm. Normally there's always something nagging in the back of my mind. All the power but none of the creeping dread. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing."
>You then say maybe you should scope out your new home. You politely ask her to shrink her colossal booty down unless she plans to carry you there and draw the attention of the city.
>You slap said colossal booty. She flicks you onto your own and giggles.

>Nic smoothly shrinks, redresses and you pass one of the suits on the way out, who locks up as you leave.
>Once more, you're walking hand in hand, shoulder to shouder as she leans against you.
>As you reach the car, despite instructions otherwise, you ask to drive. You want to get familiar with the route the man way; getting lost and making an adventure of it.
>She grins and concedes, and you move off. It's the other side of town.
>You're both quiet for a while, before you think back to the whole spandex thing. You ask about how she'd feel wearing skin tight clothes while saving the city.
>"Anon, I know you think my parents have all the money in the world, but cut it out; I don't want to wreck this thing; I've got everything how I like it."
>You coyly say about how it must feel to have all those adoring faces looking up at her firm, sexy body. The long crease of Nic's outstanding ass and perfect tits.
>"I'm warning you. Grayson may think it's all under control now, but did he tell you about the Freudian ego, superego and id thing we macros have? The imbalance? Stroking our ego just reinforces our id, the primal side."
>You inform her you're well aware of the ego, the superego and id. You call them your heart, your brain and your dick, who also gets reinforced from stroking.
>Nic bursts out laughing.
>The air's cleared again, as always the fun you have together at the forefront and you really can't wait to have some private time again..
>It's also clear she's far more in control against your goading than before.
>Then her stomach roars.
>"Oh. All that growing and shrinking took a while, what time is it?"
>Her belly rumbles again.
>"Uh....Anon?"
>You flick your eyes across to her.
>She's looking down at herself; she's ever so slowly and getting bigger.
>You almost forgot that whole hunger trigger.
Plan of action?

triage it: ask about snacks, caffeine or other suppressants, gum to chew while she chants her mantra and you get her something protein-rich and lightning fast.

>You ask her to check her bag, she always carries some sort of snack, and to use her mantra. You then try and figure out the quickest way to a steakhouse, burger chain or other meat-haven.
>Sadly, you're short on stimulants, but Nic tears into a pack of jerky, then another. A drop in the ocean you figure, considering you don't know how many calories she must take up with her changes.
>You hear a tear and see her clutch her belly. She begins her 'focus on being small' meditation. It slows things to a crawl, but she's ever so slowly getting bigger. She's probably near your six foot height by now.
>You can't even risk driving faster; if you get pulled over by the cops, your girlfriend might make good on your takeout comment the other day and eat them.
>It's just too bad the industrial area the M.A. are using is hardly the hub of fine cuisine. Or any cuisine. If there're any mobile eateries, you're not familiar with them.
>Downtown it is. You race through and resist the urge to turn on the radio to drown out Nic's chanting. The tearing sounds continue and make things nice and dramatic.
>A quick look and you see a lot of white fur bursting through her usually neat apperance. Her head's pressing against the roof and her hips are exceeding the chair.
>You finally spot the spinning sign of a burger place. You turn in to the drive thru and you can't help but ask, as if nothing's wrong, what she wants.
>"EVERYTHING!" she snarls.
>That's a reasonable request.
>You get your shared account card and start listing numbers. You're not looking forward to the inevitable phone call from her parents why you just ordered....let's see....yep, that's a hundred dollars in the biggest meat-injections possible.
>The wait is excruciating. You also become aware of cars behind and in front of you and Nic's increasing state of undress.
>You drive out of the queue and park around in an alleyway, tell her you'll be right back, and run back.

>You've read a joke or two about needing a vehicle to use the drive-thru.
>This is one of those moments where you place yourself back in line and the second they try and get smart, you throw money at the problem. Nothing like a bunch of twenties to clear up a technicality.
>You don't even know how long you had to wait, because each second felt like a minute.
>You gather the numerous bags of burgers and charge back to the car.
>The door's open, she's not there.
>Well, shit.
>She can't be far, and you start looking around, following the trail of shredded clothing.
>Finally find her in an adjacent alley. She's easily twenty feet tall by now.
>You offer the bags. Her hungry glare flickers between control and that scary as shit look she had on the first running test.
>She snatches them from you, knocking you over, and eats the bags.
>"MORREEE!" she growls.
>You sigh. You quip that she's the girl you plan to marry, and she's already eating like a pig.
>It's worth the evil stare as you run back to the burger joint.
>Half an hour later, with a half-naked girlfriend in the passenger seat, you're back on the road.
Gonna call it there, was starting to struggle (getting slow and tired, sorry.)
As before, if you guys want some specific scenes for me to set up at the farm, then go for it. The longer this goes on the more I realise it's just some slice-of-life with a now mostly in control growy GF, which is fine, but I guess I'll need to hit the main plot eventually.
I'll condense it down and maybe revisit this story if I feel more can be added. I'll naturally give it a solid conclusion before then.

How remote is the farm then? Remote enough that she doesn't have to worry about the transformation? She doesn't have to focus or fight back every time anymore, act more relaxed.
>Giant fox scratching her ears with her leg just like dog
>"Veronica, your doing it again"
>".... dammit."
>"Adorable though and I like the view"

Or

>Randomly sprints out of the house
>This is nothing new to you, business usual
>Large snout soon blocking the door/window
>"Come out, I want to play"

>"Not planning to change back for the night? Fine, I'll grab my gear and sleep with you"

>Grab a large ball, about to throw it
>"Don't even think about it..."
>"For science?"
>"Then we'll find out how deep I can fit you in me, for science"
>"I see no downside here"

It’s designed to house an M.A. macro if they found themselves unable to shrink back down. At least the barn is, which considering the ‘soundproof’ part should hopefully give plenty of freedoms, and it wouldn’t be too effective if it was visible from town. Details will be covered when we get there.
As always I’ll take those into use and consideration! Thanks.
Still might give tonight a skip so I can give the Matilda story room to go if the fellow write-anon feels it’s ready and do some of my own writing as well. Been neglecting it to short, tired sessions and it’s doing nothing for the quality.

So, one point to explore could be if she is that playful and obedient to anyone else than anon. Might need work about controlling herself around others still when not fully in control. I mean, with anon she develops, or kinda already has, a bond that runs deep enough for her to regard him as something to be protected and trusted. It can be a different matter with strangers if she does not control herself.

>As with any trip where you don't want to linger, the fuel warning light flicks on.
>Unlike any trip where this would be a problem, you pass a service station distance marker not five minutes prior. Just a couple of miles.
>Nic's been fairly quiet in between stifled burps. You don't understand the logistics of eating some forty burgers and shrinking, but at least her stomach noises were that of digestion and not rage inducing hunger.
>"Anon, could you get me a drink after you fill the tank? I swear there's a salt mine building in my veins. Jeez, couldn't you have found a less shitty burger joint?" She stifles another burp.
>You politely remind her that her ass is technically so big she could crush your old home. She's just really good at sucking in her gut...and tits....her everything. A few burgers isn't going to ruin her figure.
>She goes silent.
>Shit, probably too far. You expect retribution. She's good at playing the long game, and that was before she could openly abuse her macro nature.
>You pull into the service station and pay for some gas. Nic slinks down in her seat and keeps her ruined clothing wrapped around her.
>You head inside to get her drink, and remember to replenish her snacks. You also spot a box of those tiny energy drink bottles; a sip for a full sized cans worth of caffeine. Pocket sized, or purse sized for Nic. Jerky and energy drink for the next time she has an episide?
>Thanks for finally pulling your weight, brain.
>You grab an armful of them, pay the teller and get back to the car.
>"The hell are these?"
>Right, she's more of a water and juice girl.
>You tell her they have caffeine, so they'll help control her hunger. A pack of jerky and one of those will probably work wonders if she has another hunger trigger.
>You hear her pop a bottle, slurp it, and retch.
>You call her a big baby and to nut up.
>As she finishes that one, you watch a police car cruising in the opposite direction

>You hold your breath as it passes by, but they're not interested.
>You also become aware you weren't watching the road. You snap your eyes back and thankfully nothing was happening.
>Another bottle clicks open, and she drinks it.
>You tell her two's probably a bit much.
>"How many are you supposed to have?"
>You take your eyes off the road again and see her close the lid on the fourth bottle.
>You sigh and say two would be considered a bit much. Even for someone used to energy drinks.
>Ten minutes later.
>"Man this is taking forever- You sure you can't go faster? Maybe we took a wrong turn. Sure it pretty here!"
>She's bouncing in the chair. You keep stealing glances at the subtle jiggle of her pert bust. You can't wait either, but her increasing tempo of her talking isn't doing you any favours.
>She taps the dash, her thighs and the door in a haphazard rhythm as if the car's a drumkit
>You turn the radio on. Some sort of distraction. How appropriate, Bonnie Tyler's most famous tune when you have a superhero in training sitting next to you.
>"Oh, I love this song!"
>"I need a hero! I'm holdin out for a hero 'til the morning light!"
>"He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon"
>"and he's gotta be larger than life. Larger than life!"
>Too appropriate....wait, was she louder? You look across. Her eyes are closed as she sings along.
>Doesn't change the fact she's slowly getting bigger again. Her heart's probably racing from those drinks.
>Cutiepie? Honeybun? Mind not outgrowing the car?
>She's reached to turn the music up as soon as you started talking, but only after several miss-aimed attempts at the volume stalk.
>It takes her a moment to realise her mistake.
>"Pull over pulloverpullover!! I can't even feel it happening, I can't control it!!" she's panicking and yanking at the door handle as her knees squeeze up against the dash. Curse that safety feature.
>You squeal to a halt and the door's unlock. She pries herself out and sprints into the woods

>After her barely withheld growth when you first made love to her new enormity, and the smooth release of the tests, this is a strange one.
>As she gets distance from you, her body thumps and pulses in weird, erratic spurts. Her clothes fully shed as she reaches the treeline.
>The basic bump of her growing hips against the trees snaps them.
>You chase after her as she gets as much distance from the road as possible.
>The sound of deep whining fills the air as you catch up.
>Nic's pacing about in an increasingly large clearing as she ignores the fact she's toppling trees.
>She looks at you, it's obvious she's not really in control but she also recognises you as friendly.
>Her hands roam herself. You imagine an animal pumped full of stimulants wouldn't know what to do with itself either.
>You call to her to lay down.
>She paces a few more times and flops to the ground. You catch yourself from falling over from the mild quake.
>You reach her head, standing in the thick flowing off-white locks of her hair, and proceed to scritch her ear with both hands.
>The whining eases, she wiggles on her back a little.
>Then her leg starts kicking about, knocking over more trees and occasionally thumping the ground.
>Her breathing eases and a low growl once more gives way to her re-emerging words.
>"I don't feel well...oh, I'm back? Can we run the rest of the way? I wanna run, I feel pent up and it's really really REALLY uncomfortable."
It is a public road...but your call.

beg her to hold it in: she's in charge of it, not the other way around. once there, secluded, you can be her plaything and help her expend all the energy she has.
hopefully holding it in does... er doesn't make things "worse".

alternatively, if she REALLY wants to run, well, she's in charge. period.

>You move around her head and she tilts her eyes to you.
>You're still getting used to being able to get a reasonable reflection in her eyes; you could groom yourself because of how big those icy blue peepers are.
>You decide to be calm; she's already overstimulated and you doubt poking fun would be of any use.
>You ask if she can shrink.
>Nic sits up and closes her eyes. She brings her arms and you can see they're shaking with the caffeine high.
>There's a subtle shivering, the barest flex of her form as she shrinks maybe a few feet before she swells back.
>Several tries later, and she looks genuinely upset.
>"I can't do it!"
>You try and make a comprimise as you step back and hold open your arms apart.
>If she shrinks, you'll give her a big ol' hug.
>Simple as the emotional bribe is, she once more gives it a shot. A failure again.
>She bares her teeth but as her eyes open but she's clearly in control. She's just really frustrated.
>She rips an especially large tree out by the roots and throws it as hard as she can with a snarl.
>The sound of crashing branches and cracking wood.
>You call to her to join in; focus on being small.
>You chant it together. She slowly wraps her still shaking hand around you and slowly lifts you to her cheek and neither of you break the flow. Just your hands on her cheek, her eyes in yours.
>The bond you share is tremendous and the last twenty four hours have proven that.
>She begins to shrink. It's clearly a deep struggle. You just smoothly repeat the lines.
>Ninety...eighty....hundred thirteen with a shuddering, deep rumble.
>"FUCK!!"
>You almost lose your hearing as she screams in anger. The word disturbs every bird in a mile radius.
>You shrug and say she can run once you get the car hidden. You can come back for it later.
>You do so, retrieving the car and parking it near her. As much as she could carry the car, you doubt it would survive the trip
>"You haven't been carried before, have you?"
>She grins.

>You're in her gently enclosed hand. You're pressed against the firm but fur padded wall of her belly.
>Doesn't change the fact you're being thrown about as she sprints full pelt through the forest. The sound of cracking trees and crumpling earth fill your ears punctuated by the sound of rushing air.
>She's probably moving at around a hundred miles an hour with, which considering she's holding you and kicking her legs through comparitively brittle trees, you dread to think how fast she could actually move.
>The brief run, or so it felt, leads you to the farm.
>She stops and puts you down. A couple of suits approach you.
>"Uh...why is she macro? Do you have any idea how much trouble we'll be in if she was seen running here? What about the footprints!?"
>You tell them she's overstimulated, and she needs a comedown. You wiggle your eyebrows. To prove the point, Nic runs around the area to burn off more energy.
>"This is a big mistake...." he sighs and throws you the keys. "We'll do the clean up, but I'm calling this in. Check the fusebox in the barn."
>You say it was an honest mistake. You also wonder what he means by fusebox
>The suits leave and you take in the farm.
>A large, well built wooden house with two floors, nestled in a valley with the only entrance being the way you entered.
>The barn is massive. You're curious about it first and foremost since what the M.A. guys said and the fact Nic's literally unable to shrink right now.
>Within is a clean, unused structure. It doesn't look remarkable, or soundproof, until you notice a very new looking fusebox.
>You pop it open; there's a big switch inside.
>You flick it.
>Almost the whole floor starts dropping. It's a single, massive ramp.
>Lights spark up along the walls as the ramp finishes dropping.
>At the end is a huge, padded room, similar in size to the M.A. warehouse macro room.
>You really hope it cleans easy as you call for Nic.
>It's time to burn some energy..
And sexytime will be...probably tomorrow.

Right, no caffeine for her.
We should be supportive with her macro size so she has a chance to familiarize herself with it. Learn how to handle herself and get used to her size.

>energy spent, fall asleep on big fuzzy tits
>waking up, greeted with a giant vizen lapping at your balls
>have small heart attack before waking up fully and putting pieces together
>right, not about to get eaten

>The moment Nic arrives, you glance at each other and the privacy of the saferoom.
>"I've been to the farm before but I've never actually seen this! It must have only just been finished."
>You ask if she wants to break it in.
>"Yes, but I kinda wished we could have celebrated moving in and us being M.A partners with something a bit more... natural."
>You remind her she's not only technically at her natural height now, but she's SUPER natural. Biggest natural breasts in the world, longest legs and the biggest, prettiest eyes.
>"Not going in with the giant ass comments? I vaguely remember you've insinuated about my weight twice today with the burger fiasco."
>You submit yourself to being punished.
>"Hah, no. Not until you least expect it. For now, I have an idea."
>She crawls down the ramp into the saferoom and you follow. There's a few doors, a massive cylinder in the corner, a rack with a number of suits of armour you remember the M.A guys wearing. On closer inspection they're hardsuits with an absolute ton of innerwiring in triangular grids for reinforcement against crushing.
>Nic looks over a few before picking one out; a suit of similar constuction but it has rigging on the outside like a climbing harness. She gently takes it between her finger and thumb and hands it to you.
>"Get strapped in. You'll need it."
>You ask what they're for.
>"Some of our practice was having people walking on us while standing or sitting up, so we'd wear these clips in case anyone fell off."
>You ask if she's going to put one on.
>She just grins as you don the armour, then hands you a length of sturdy rope.
>"Don't worry, I'll be holding the rope."
>No sooner than you finish securing everything, she lifts you by the cable.
>Nic moves to one of the walls. She sits with her butt against it, legs resting up the wall and her on her back.
>With you dangling over her waiting slit.


>"You ready to go spelunking?"
>You say you'll try anything once. You can't deny you're a bit afraid of being crushed or drowning in her. Time for some trust exercises; this is turning into a regular old retreat.
>"Attaboy."
>For a panicking moment, she brings you to her mouth and catches you in her mouth. You're mulled around like candy on a rope.
>When extracted, you're dripping. You see her other hand was busy preparing herself; her fingers dipping into her honeypot and leaving a glistening trail as she moves you back over to it.
>"Give the rope two tugs if you need out," she says, breathing quicker.
>She lowers you to her slick, waiting lips.
>Once in contact, she gives you a second to adjust your position and take a deep breath, then gradually pushes you inside her.
>The deep thump of her heartbeat, the damp and humid air and the mild clenching. If you ever wanted a new experience after a day of learning to cope with a macro girlfriend, you've just added another.
>You don't waste time fidgeting about pressing your hands against her walls.
>It's like massaging the worlds biggest, wettest muscle. Not terribly far from the truth.
>The low moans she gives, a distant and rumbling noise, are your only indication you're doing anything right.
>It's not too long before you grip the rope and tug hard twice.
>There's a moment where you panic she didn't feel it, then you're pulled free.
>You even make an almost comical wet pop as you pull out.
>Strands of her juices stick to you and you see she's quite well into it.
>So much so her fingers are still working away.
>You catch your breath and give her the call to back in.
>She's a bit less careful as you bump against the increasingly wet surface, and it doesn't even take her to push you in; you jump in smoothly.
>Her heartbeat's a lot faster now. You continue pressing and squeezing handfuls of her insides.
>Then, a minute later, there's a massive clench and a loud scream. You get flooded.

>You're dragged out as several hungry clenches try to hold you in.
>You pop out and her lidded eyes and dopey grin say it all.
>That said, you're suddenly in agreement with wishing things could have been a bit normal; as intimate as that was, cuddling isn't going to be practical.
>All the same, you unclasp yourself from the harness and move up her belly.
>Her heavy breaths make walking a bit of a problem but you finally park yourself between her twin peaks.
>After a few moments of recover, she looks down at you and winks.
>"That's an experience....hm, I suppose I should return the favour. I've had an idea..."
>Oh boy.
>"Strip down."
>Yes ma'am
>You shed the armour. She removes the rope from her fingers and gives you a long stare as she licks her still wet fingers.
>Then she licks her teeth with a hungry, but not quite animalistic, growl.
>As soon as you're buck naked and 'standing tall', she gently places her fingers under your arms and lifts.
>Nic sits up at the same time, pushing away from the wall slightly.
>You're inches from her nose as she opens her maw. Her tongue sweeps your legs into her mouth and she moves you in just enough so your upper body is still technically out of her mouth.
>Ever so slowly, Nic closes her mouth. You're up to your midsection inside her.
>Then shifts her mouth about, and gives a little suction.
>The pressure gently rises.
>Her tongue starts lapping against your air-pressure tugged hard-on.
>It's the worlds biggest penis pump and lick combo.
>The gentle suckling and long tongue strokes are the fucking bomb. You writhe about in her mouth as she takes her sweet time with you.
>You're so doing this again. If there were any doubts about why macros need to exist, you found reason numero uno.
>She gently graces a finger over your shoulder and you grip it for support as you feel the internal pressure start matching the pressure she's exerting on you.

>You bellow out Nic's name as you unload within her mouth.
>The fact she makes a conscious effort to make an exaggerated swallowing noise is a nice touch too, despite it probably being nothing of a sensation in her mouth.
>The pressure finally eases and she plucks you from her mouth.
>She gives you a wink.
>"How's that?"
>You begin to respond when she gives a huge yawn.
>"Mhm...wearing off at last. Hold on, let me try shrinking."
>She gently puts you down, then smoothly starts coming down.
>"I think I'll take a nap, Anon...might as well test how comfy the new beds are."
>You walk her out of the barn and into the house. It's all well furnished to maintain a rugged, farmhouse style.
>Plenty of space in case Nic starts growing inside too. You even notice the high roofed main room has access to a huge  back door; easily the height of the two floored building.
>You tell Nic you'll meet her in the bedroom; you quickly shower, dry up and throw on a slightly too small bathrobe.
>You reach the bedroom, Nic's been arranging the bedding. You notice with a smile the bed is constructed for the 'above average' sized person in mind.
>Nic suddenly hugs you, catching you somewhat by surprise.
>"Thank you. Just...thank you."
>You ask what this is about.
>"I ...ever since 'that year', even when we've been together, I've been scared. Every day worrying I'd slip up and hurt you. Or you'd find out and leave me. I've had nightmares about it every few days but my trauma coaching conditioned me to not scream or panic, but every time I just knew it could happen; that at any point I could ruin everything."
>You tell her you'll be there for her. Nic and Anon, always.
>"I guess I'm still nervous about fighting other macros. I don't know how big or strong or many there'll be."
>You suddenly feel the weight of the situation set in.
>You kiss her and settle her into bed.
>You collect and hand-wash your clothes. Don't even care they're wet.
>Then you go to get the car.

>The undertone was never spoken, but it was there.
>The walk to where you left the car is a sobering one.
>Nic's the first line of defence against a macro attack.
>You? You're there to stop her going savage and....then what?
>Your girlfriend, who means everything to you.
>Her ability to laugh at your jokes.
>Her gentle smile.
>Those pretty eyes and her cute face.
>Christ, okay, fine; her rockin' fucking body. Holy shit she's hot.
>All being put on the line.
>You're not upset at why this is the case; she's unique, she's special and you've always known this, just not the reason why.
>But why did it have to be her?
>You're not going to let this fester. You're going to act.
>You think of probably the first time you realised how much you meant to her.
>Back in high-school. Science.
>Of course you were partners.
>Nic's smart in a classic way, you're more of a imagination and application kind of smart.
>You realise that you're gonna lose your job, but more on that later.
>You'd always push things too far, try and get an interesting result rather than the text-book expected one.
>Which is how you accidentally burnt down a lab.
>All fingers pointed to you; of course they did.
>Then Nic took all the blame.
>Threat of expulsion? No hesitation, she would take it all.
>Thank god her parents are wealthy and affluent. They smoothed things over, even if they did threaten to stop Nic seeing you.
>Nic just got grounded.
>She would sneak out to you anyway.
>Nic and Anon forever.
>You had a gift for making shit. Potato guns and nerf turrets.
>So you got a job in fabrication and special effects.
>You even nearly got a job on that show about busting myths.
>You reach the car and your drive forces you to remember the route back to town.
>You have a date with a few hardware stores and garden centres.
>You're gone a few hours and you return with a big goddamn panel van.
>You'll collect the car later. You needed the space.
>It's time to work.

>So yeah, you worked in fabrication. You could pretty much cobble together anything.
>Back at home and with Nic still sleeping off her caffeine crash, you setup a workshop in the barn.
>First order of business; you eyeball the vague size of Nic's 'natural size' ear to create an earpiece out of tyre rubber, blunt pins that will snag her fur, and a high battery capacity, heavy duty two way radio. You'll work out a method of letting her talk back quietly later, she can just shout and you'll hear it if you're anywhere near her.
>Feels good to work with your hands for a purpose instead of TV commercials and local businesses.
>It's a fucking fine purpose at that.
>Next up, you start fashioning up the logical next step to a potato cannon. You get some solid piping, metal plumbing parts and begin giving cops a reason to arrest you as you fashion some makeshift blooper grenades. Until you get your hands on a true-blue M79, this'll do.
>Proper munitions are a touch beyond what you can safely get in a week without hitting a few watchlists.
>Recent ownership of a farm though does give you licence to justify buying a shit load of saltpeter, quicklime, ammonium nitrate...you know, the fun stuff.
>You cook a number of coloured smoke bombs for signals and set up a number of rudimentary shells.
>Lastly, you begin constructing a high powered rope climbing rig. The smallest, most powerful motor going. You can fit the battery inside a modified armour suit reinforcement; the same you used to spelunk inside Nic. You gave it a good clean, and couldn't help but enjoy the memory of both that and what 'came' after.
>You figure if you could get her to wear a fine rope arrangement, you could quick-climb her in case of an emergency, as well as a typical grappling hook and rope for urban climbing.
>"Anon? What're you doing?"
>You turn and see a bleary eyed girlfriend wearing a bathrobe
>Happy birthday?
>She sighs and taps her foot.
>"Explain."

>You bite your lip and explain how you felt after your last conversation.
>The fact she's going to be put in harms way while you just sit there; like she's leashed to you to stop her going crazy and that's all you can do.
>She patiently listens while you go over what you've been building.
>"I won't be so selfish as to say you can't help me, but just promise; if you get into trouble, just run."
>You make her promise the same thing; the giant-slayers exist for a reason, after all.
>Nic ponders it over before nodding. You even pinkie-swear it.
>"So I had some funny thoughts while sleeping."
>"Firstly, I'm going to spend a lot of time meditating. I've spend so long 'beneath' my savage side recently it's given me a few insights"
>That makes sense, although probably a little boring.
>"I'm also going to take some intensive lessons for my t'ai chi ch'uan. I've called my sifu and made arrangements, so I'll be away for a few hours each day."
>Also understandable. Means you can focus on your projects, and you also figure that her being a macro with actual combat training against the savage beasts the others will be can't hurt.
>She grins.
>"Lastly, every single night we're are going to 'de-stress' the shit out of each other."
>You begrudgingly concede to that one. The sacrifice will be great, but you're sure the relationship will withstand the strain.
>Despite how final that all seemed, as if she would head back to the house, Nic looks down at her feet and looks conflicted.
>You naturally ask her what's wrong.
>"So about the meditations. Mr. Grayson always told me that when I had a strong grip on my savage side, I would have a choice. An ability to...evolve. It's speculation, but I feel like I'm at those crossroads and I need to ask you something. I don't want to explain each either, I want YOUR feelings on it"
>She moves up close to you. She looks insecure.
>"Do you... like....savage me?"
Do you?

If she picks savage, will we ever hold a conversation with her again in larger form. Will we lose her, kind of?

While the prospect of ear scratches and belly rubs sounds cute, she clearly doesn't like it or want that savage side of her to remain, but more importantly it could get her killed in a fight. I would say her survival is more important than ear scratches.

she's basing a life-changing and possibly life-threatening decision solely on what makes you happy. of course you're chewing a wasp; you're chewing the whole nest.
chastise her over how little she thought of herself with this one, then remind her you're gonna be helping her, having a clear head thinking things through works fine and her earpiece means you can feed her supplemental information. you have her back, every square meter of it.
and this seals the deal: she's pretty mad about the stunts pulled that made her lose it. she doesn't even like her savagery herself, so if you help her suppress it, then she's happier off. you might even earn some get outta jail free cards.

She's able to listen with the savage option too. Just saying.

yes, but giving her the sensory handicap means he's more involved as a sidekick: not only is there going to be a bit of drama in trying and failing to be her oracle, she's got enough headmeat working to bellow out banter and meaningful commands during a fight.

I've already voted but going for more animalistic side, what she meant with 'evolve' I think. Improved senses, pick our fights, train to become stronger, more focused in combat. (If the training will be successful is another matter) I think that would be the more interesting route. Would she be supported with humans when fighting? Are humans as enemies expected? Animalistic side would benefit there.

>you stand there and struggle to come to a conclusion.
>”Tsk, you look like you’re chewing on a wasp or something. Ugh, fine.”
>She closes her eyes and seems distant for a moment; her ears flicker a bit and her tail wags a little, then she snaps back to reality.
>”I could completely do away with my savage side... I think. I would have complete control over my size but I wouldn’t be ‘in touch’ with my animal side, so probably won’t have as quick access to smells or sounds; I’d think about it too much. Or I could embrace it. It would probably make it easier for me to dig into my instincts, but it would probably make me a worse stand up fighter. I really doubt I could focus on a one on one fight if I’m being bombarded by all that stimulation but I’d probably react quicker to a new threat. If I got into a fight with a stronger macro, I don’t think I’d be able to win if I’m not thinking it through...”
>she winces and looks unsure.
>”I’m sure it’ll be fine either way, it’s why I wanted it to be about if you liked my savage side; if you liked me as a without or with me snarling and drooling. Y’know, unless it’s just playing in the bedroom.”
>she winks and smiles, but her expression tells you she’s covering the fact she’s taking this dead seriously.

>”As for what it’ll do to me personally? If my savage side goes away, I’ll be the same as I’ve always been. If I take on the savage side, I guess I’ll be subject to... ear scritches and belly rubs. I mean, if you really like that, then that’s fine, because it’s for you....BUT...”
>she walks up to you, grabs you by the collar and gives you a firm stare.
>”I swear, if you pull that shit on me in public, I’m gonna start leaving you stranded in the woods, at night, with a kiddie tent! I’m not even joking, Anon. I don’t like the way savage me messes with my head, but like I said, if you want her around then I’ll do it, but I won’t let you manipulate me and embarrass me with her....IT.”

>You're not going to lie; the decision makes you pause for a lot longer than you were hoping.
>But the core argument snaps you back to reality.
>You grip her wrists and return the hard stare.
>You tell her you love her, but she's an idiot for basing such a lifechanging decision on your prospective kink involving her savage side.
>She looks sheepish for a while, her lip quivers and she gets wet eyed before she clears her throat and steels her gaze again.
>"That's the thing...I couldn't make the decision myself. I've lived in fear of...it...for so long, that I thought for a while whether to face my fears and accept my savage side. But then I thought about what it could do to me, to US!"
>You take a hand and stroke her face. She closes her eyes and leans into the motion with a sigh.
>You tell her that fear or not, Veronica is all that matters. Not some savage side she may have learned to coexist with, or anything else. The woman before you means everything, and to see her 'perfect' herself would mean the world to you.
>You ask if she knows what this would mean.
>"It should mean I can control my size as a reflex, rather than having triggers. I wouldn't grow when mad, or hungry or seeing smaller things. Well, maybe if I'm angry. I believe it's a sensible response if you need to be shown who's boss, eh?"
>Nic laughs softly. You can't help but join her.
>"Although...I'm already learning to manipulate my size and pause it; I kinda lose control for a moment, then 'apply the brakes'. Just like stopping a car though, the more I let loose the harder it is to stop."
>You ask for a demonstration and she boops you on the nose.
>"Maybe later....so this is an earpiece?" She looks at the fairly crude ring.
>She thinks for a moment.
>"Got a spare? I figure if I learn to control my size, I'd better learn how it handles when I shrink and grow; y'know, get used to how it will move.”
>You hand her a backup. She winks and heads off.

>You wonder what this could mean, but ultimately you get back to your projects.
>Then, a few hours later, and with some amount of excitement, your first day comes to a close.
>You head inside and shower again to get the chemicals and grease off of you.
>You don the bathrobe again, then you enter the bedroom.
>There's Nic, sitting with her eyes closed on the bed in deep meditation.
>You approach quietly but even so, she opens her pretty blue eyes and smiles warmly.
>You wordlessly remove the robe, climb onto the bed where she receives you with open arms.
>You gently push her onto her back.
>As with so many times before, as if nothing had changed the last few days, you keep things simple as they need to be.
>Passionate kisses, nips of the neck, hands roaming each others' forms.
>It's blissful. The lack of 'adventure' makes no difference, because you know you'll have plenty of chances from now on.
>Today is just about the two of you, and you forget the world.
>You do your utmost to please her as many times as you can. You feel like you need to pay for the fact she'll still be the one in harms way.
>You manage to bring her to climax a few times; fingers, tongue and careful use of your own manhood.
>Your lack of reaching your own peak doesn't go unnoticed; she begins taking things a step further to return the favour
>You don't even notice it until it's too late; a subtle shift of her form.
>She lifts you off the bed, turns you onto your back and pins you down.
>You can't even struggle; she's not only ten feet tall, but she's not growing; a show of control.
>Her tongue dances across your face, down your chest, and encircles your length.
>It doesn't take her long to finish you. As before, she swallows.
>Then she repositions the two of you and you fall asleep together.
>Only this time you're the little spoon.

>Thursday.
>You can't help but have a much faster, harder bed-session as soon as you're both awake.
>This time you don't feel compelled to hold back; she even shrinks to her 'small' size of five foot three and you get each other off just fine.
>Showering, a hearty breakfast, Nic goes to exercise while you continue work with your side of things.
>The M.A arrive with a couple of trucks and you get your old stuff back.
>You're given a new phone. It's already got all your old contacts and you toy with it, getting the settings as you like them
>Everything's coming together just fine.
>You get a long kiss from Nic as she heads off to train with her sifu. Sucks to be alone for a few hours, but it just means you can get to work without worrying what she might think.
>The hours go in a flash as you hear her car return. She's arrived with a bunch of groceries, and you do the gentlemanly thing to help her with them.
>She's exhausted though. Clearly she wasn't holding back with her tai chi.
>Once it's all packed, you watch her pick a nice, difficult to see spot behind the house, and she grows smoothly to her natural size.
>She gives you a gentle smile and gets to her meditation.
>More work, then later, more play.
>She proceeds to abuse her enlarged self in the bedroom by giving you a finger-and-thumb-job while again demonstrating her improving mastery of her size at twenty feet tall.
>Then of course you're forced to overcome your post-business tiredness by giving her a hand...well, both hands.
>One wasn't adequate at her current size.
>This time she shrinks back down and you sleep facing each other in a tangle of arms and legs

>Friday
>No sex on wakeup, but plenty of hand holding and other sickening acts of tenderness as you shower and eat.
>She works out in the gym, one of the side rooms in the saferoom. You join her this time.
>Then Nic's on her way to practice her fighting. You keep making your makeshift munitions.
>When she gets back, she's a lot more chipper, seeking you out immediately.
>She asks to spar. You indulge.
>You know you can't outfight her. All previous 'victories' involve you just tackling and overpowering her. Fighting Nic's like fighting water; firm when it hurts you, soft and untouchable otherwise.
>It's really impressive in a maddening way.
>Then again she's been training in the same style since before 'that year', so she's never needed protecting.
>You've had a few fights, but you know that fighting an untrained opponent's actually pretty smart.
>If anything, you act more wild; you throw stupid, overreaching haymakers and lunges as if you're animalistic as her macro enemies will likely be.
>You hit the floor more than a few times, she's upright all the time.
>Eventually even she begins to tire out. She says to go shower up, she's going to meditate in the gym.
>You head back through the saferoom.
>Only for a pair of hands to grab you around the head, pulling you back.
>A foot trips you and you crash to the firm, padded floor.
>You see a flash of white fur and a pair of flesh coloured spots, then darkness as a weight presses on your head.
>"Burger revenge!" Nic barely holds back the giggle.
>Before you can even think of getting her off of your face, you feel her shift.
>She's not only sitting on your face, she's starting to grow.

>The weight is almost perfectly maintained as she takes the worst of her expanding size on her knees.
>She's super damn careful not to let you escape, although frankly you're not sure if you want to.
>Nic's not holding back either; she's soon at her full size and you're pressed against her almost-same-height slit.
>She wiggles to make sure you're wedged in place, then starts grinding herself against against the floor.
>The first few passes are uncomfortable before her natural lubrication makes it slick.
>She moans and laughs in an evil tone as you add sensation to her grind.
>You have just enough acuity to act, but it's a good act.
>You grab her button with a firm squeeze.
>You almost immediately regret it as she lifts and thumps down on you with a massive gasp.
>Were the floor not padded, you're certain your back would have broken.
>"Again! Oh fuck, again!"
>Who're you to say no?
>You grab her again, acting like you're kneading dough.
>She writhes above you and you're rubbed all over the floor like you're polishing it. She moans loudly, thrashing about and slamming a fist against the wall.
>Nic grunts and cries out. She's not far away from her peak.
>A few more grinds and a cheeky, if risky, slap from you and she cums hard.
>You're bathed in her fluids as she screams skyward.
>Almost immediately, she shrinks down and you're both left flat, exhausted and sticky.
>"You alright?" She gasps over to you.
>You're bruised and you're pretty sure something popped somewhere in your torso from the impact, but you give a thumbs up.
>You decide to just chill for a while.
>Of course you do finally get back indoors, clean up and make goo-goo eyes at each other over dinner.
>That night it's a nice massage for both of you.
>You get some body oil for anthros and give her a full body rub down. Naturally you give her an 'inner' massage too.
>Of course the same in return, happy ending and all.
>A nice relaxing sleep follows.

>Saturday.
>Another fine morning, more wakeup-funtime with Nic.
>You'd think you'd be bored by now, but the part where she grew to the height of and pinned you to the high ceiling and orally had her way with you was another spin on a classic.
>She says she'd best keep her head on straight as she's making progress with her meditations, and you're a little sad you don't get to return the favour.
>Indeed, by the time you wash up and eat, something she did in rapid order, you watch her for a bit.
>Her growth and shrinking clearly takes effort, but she's making use of the spare shell of an earpiece you made.
>She's using some moves she learned in gymnastics back in school; it was a class she was really good at.
>Rolling, flipping, cartwheels; all while keeping the earpiece in motion with her despite its size. Then she grows, takes a moment to steady herself, and slots it over one of her pointed ears.
>Then she takes a few deep breaths, shrinks a bit less smoothly than you know she's capable of, lifting the earpiece off her head, putting an arm through it, and eventually carrying it with some struggle.
>You figure she shouldn't need to be at minimum size if she's shrinking in a fight, so you really hope her 'grow and shrink on reflex' thing is both true and as fluid as she seems to think.
>You could watch her sizeshift all day, but duty calls.
>You've got enough weaponry, spares and ammunition for now.
>You need wheels fit for the job.
>You take the panel van to a chopshop
>They proceed to start modifying the van. You feel like there was A...team that did this once an episode on a TV show.
>You have roll-cages, heavy duty shocks, bullet plating installed. Your personal favourite, though? A big, fuck-you spike in the middle of the vehicle that's attached from floor to roof. Next macro that stands on it won't be walking well.
>Your phone buzzes.
>Grayson; "Visit in 2 days. Movement detected. Explain in person."

>You have no doubt Nic's received the same text, although you question if she's read it considering she was practicing.
>The van takes a fair few hours to finish as well, and you hope Nic's still at home when you get there.
>It's not exactly the most nimble vehicle you've ever driven, but you almost feel an extra kinship with Nic now; you're in control of something that could cause a lot of damage and keep you safe from the world at large at the same time.
>All the same you try not to draw too much attention driving home.
>As relaxing as the scenery is, you're not exactly enjoying the drive.
>The nerves are starting to kick in.
>You arrive home and drive straight around the back.
>You immediately feel relief as you see her sitting patiently and quietly on a bench, deep in thought.
>She's likely been like that for a while, since she's wearing some loose clothes. Apparently practice finished early, and by now she's normally gone to practice her tai chi.
>You climb out and greet her. She barely notices you until you put a hand on her shoulder.
>Naturally, you ask if she's alright.
>"Oh, yes, sorry. I...I think I've done it. I was just practicing and suddenly, it felt like everything fell away for a moment, like I've reached a peak after years of climbing."
>You sit down next to her and you wrap an arm around each other.
>"The thing is, I don't know what it means. I feel different, but not like I'm missing a piece like I thought I would. It feels more like I'm....bigger? Inside, I mean."
>So she can grow at will, you ask? Complete control and all that?
>She smirks and smoothly fills her clothing to bursting point, stopping the second a seam pops on her thigh, likely about seven and a half feet tall.
>Nic then shrinks back in the same motion as she pulls your face to hers and you kiss.
>After finally pulling away, you ask if she saw the message.
>"Yep. I guess it's time..."
>She stands and walks to the barn. You follow.

>Nic moves up to your workbench and pulls out a pair of scissors.
>"If I'm going to be fighting...I guess I should look the part."
>You feel your heart sink a little. You love her long hair.
>Sadly, she's completely right though; if she's going to be fighting hand to hand, the last thing she needs is something a savage can grab.
>You get her to sit down on your work-chair, and while you're no hairdresser, you know how to cut a smooth, even line.
>Deep down you feel like it's ceremonial; you're giving Nic to the world.
>It's a hell of a gift. If they don't accept her, then the world's all wrong.
>The gathering pile of silvery hair below; she's shedding her old skin.
>You can't wait to see what emerges.
>You manage to add some grading to her hair, making it a sort hybrid of a short bobbed style and a long pixie cut.
>Standing in front of her, she looks adorable with it.
>Frankly, she'd look great with just about any style. Maybe you have a bias.
>Either way, she pulls her phone and uses the selfie camera to give herself the once over.
>"Well, if the action hero and fabrication life doesn't work out, you could always try hairdressing. This isn't bad!"
>You brush her down to remove the excess, then the two of you dress for more sparring.
>Nic's once more almost impossible to even force into blocking a swing, but it's still great exercise. She even gives you some movement pointers; dodging, how to flow from a strike and counter and the like.
>That, some cardio and weights later, you head back up to the barn and discover it's started raining.
>You hurry inside and mellow out for the evening. You both agree that tomorrow, you're going to just relax.
>Nic giggles a little as you do. She's hiding something and you don't know what.
>Dinner, some nonsense TV.
>You both just remain there, lounging on the couch, your arms around her and unwilling to move. it's too comfortable
>You fall asleep together, the TV talking to itself.

>Sunday
>Your agreement to mellow out goes well heeded.
>It's still raining outside, with the subtle rumble of thunder in the distance, expected to end tonight.
>Nic makes breakfast, you make lunch, you both make dinner.
>You don't train, you don't create anything. Nic forces you to do a little exercise with her but that's it.
>You figure the next few days will be plenty of excitement.
>Again, you catch some TV while slumming on the couch.
>Just good old fashioned contact.
>Okay, Nic decided to spice things up by growing to fill the length of the huge five person couch and beyond, her feet sticking off the edge.
>You lie on top of her, head comfortably nestled between her tits.
>She's super comfortable, especially when her arms are wrapped around your body.
>A news discussion program does drag your attention back though.
>"Police are still investigating a now confirmed 'macro incident' at a research institute in the state of *static*. This is the third incident in the past week! Each is almost the same; large, out of town institutions who were rumoured to be researching macros, past AND present. There has been a great deal of confusion about whether or not there were any survivors as well; whether the government is trying to alay our fears or keep us in the dark by silencing survivors or whether these attacks are so savage and focused, that they're ensuring nobody survives."
>"And what of the rumours of our own government hiding these monsters from us? Protecting them despite the risks? Can we really expect anyone to be safe until every last macro, and every last shred of their creation is destroyed? We can easily guess these protected entities are likely family and friends of the people WE elected into office-"
>The TV shuts off. Nic gently puts the remote on the table and gives a heavy sigh.
>"I'm going to bed."

>You move to let Nic up but you walk with her as she heads towards your bedroom.
>She smoothly shrinks as you walk.
>You say you're surprised that got to her; they're idiots; scared idiots, but idiots nonetheless.
>"I know, it's just....I've been preparing to risk my life for these people since the M.A took me in. Now I'm about to publicly expose myself; I'll be known the world over, and all they can say is call us 'monsters'? We're victims! We never asked to be turned! IT'S NOT RIGHT!!"
>You do the only thing you can and hold her as she seethes. You're glad she has control; she seems mad enough that she'd be growing otherwise.
>"I have to save them...I ...I don't know if I can, but I have to try. Whoever I face, I have to give them a chance. You agree with me, right?”
Posting what I had and decided to add a choice.

i fell into 'sap' mode, so the vote's for give them a chance.

I gotta vote for save, or at least attempt to. It's not really fair that Nic was saved, but everyone else just gets the guillotine.
Her life's does come first though, that's a bit of selfishness I can't shake. Can't lose her, can't even risk losing her.

>You? Saying no to Nic? With those eyes?
>You tell her you're going to save the shit out of those macros if it's possible.
>That said, you reiterate that she comes first.
>"No, WE come first. We're partners, in and out of this mess. You shouldn't even need to be too careful with your weaponry either; just...don't aim for the neck or head too much unless you have to OR if they're properly big, okay? I'm sure I can knock them out, and hopefully they should be easier to control."
>A lot of uncertainty, but you believe in her.
>Hell, at this point, you have faith in this budding goddess.
>You go to bed and have the quietest night you can. Nic reads a book while you use your government issue phone to access what you can to look over Giant-Slayer tactics.
>You begin to see why Grayson wants a macro-vs-macro approach.
>The Giant-Slayers are very much a 'kill as quickly as possible' approach. Heavy ordinance, regardless of where the macro is.
>They're given complete jurisdiction to kill whatever's attacking, and they're given immunity to any degree of repercussions.
>You get it; macros are a town ending problem if not dealt with quickly. Considering one can literally appear in the middle of town out of nowhere, it's a problem that needed a rapid, certain response.
>There's a good ten Slayers per town; plain clothes agents with normal jobs, called in and put in armour similar to your suit but designed to protect their identity, given heavy cal automatic weaponry with explosive rounds, missiles and more.
>Even the missiles were designed with anti-flesh properties; heavy fragmentation with high explosive.
>You're both a little jealous, but you also know your makeshift bombs are gonna sting like a bitch, but hopefully it'll just need some minor surgery if...WHEN you save them, when they return to normal.
>You know the two of you will do a better job than that, at least.
>It's sobering stuff, but you eventually sleep cuddling with Nic.

>You awaken with a start; a knock on the door.
>You're paranoid enough considering who you and Nic are to keep a 'shorty blooper' nearby; complete with a non-lethal, low explosive quicklime grenade.
>A number of M.A suits, including Grayson await outside.
>You scramble to make yourselves presentable.
>Nic answers the door.
>Grayson looks noticeably dishevelled, has a fair stubble and his dyed hair is worn and greying at the roots.
>"Morning, Veronica, Anon. I hope you have good news, because these last few days have been...trying." He nods to you both in greeting as you all head through to the living room.
>"I think we're ready, but what's wrong, Mr. Grayson?" Nic looks genuinely concerned.
>"Someone's targetting some of the other M.A hideouts. The news outlets have been covering it and I've had to scorch a lot of contacts I used to have as trusted eyes and ears to keep myself from being discovered by the public at large. I guess there is a silver lining; we suspect the local M.A to be the next target, which at least gives us some ability to prepare. Industrial district, easy to evacuate."
>He sighs and runs his hands through his thinning hair.
>"We also have exactly one shot; I've convinced the people in charge of the Slayers to give the local cell, that's you two and the Mason's....uh, the lupine father-son macro family, first blood at the attack."
>You ask how he knows for sure why the local cell is the next target.
>"Because I was at each of those three facilities before they were attacked, and I'm going to go to the local cell tomorrow. I suspect someone's got a vendetta. So, I'm curious to see the progress you two lovebirds have made."
>Nic smirks  as the three of you head outside.
>You first show off your gear. Grayson's....amused, but you doubt someone who knows the ordinance the Slayers use would be that impressed.
>"I've surpassed my savage side." Nic says without a hint of hyperbole.
>Grayson has a rare smile.

>"So, you've passed the crossroads my grandfather theorised." Grayson says as you head around the back of the farm.
>You tell him she's growing and shrinking as if it's as natural as breathing. No sign of her savage nature; just Nic in perfect control.
>"I was curious how things would turn out. With everything mostly stricken from the records, I suppose you're curious how Nic could have changed if she embraced the savage side."
>You gave it some thought, you admit.
>Grayson produces an old, worn journal. He flicks it open to a marked page and begins quoting.
>"What we once believed to be two distinct races of giants was a short-sighted observation. Indeed, the fact the first to turn devolved to savagery the likes of which even wild animals struggle to reach was the biggest mistake I could have imagined."
>"The two tribes couldn't be more different; those who indulged in their primal instincts would grow hardened claws, an increased musculature and a rate of stamina and wound recovery that bordered on absurd, impossible. Were the 'Enlightened' not also firmly outside the bounds of what we could have imagined possible, I would have considered it a scientific impossibility."
>"Instead, the Savage tribe were a power hungry sect; this isn't to say they were all warmongers, but they would conquer anything that opposed them. Against the usual hundred foot height, the leaders and alphas ranged from two to five hundred feet tall. Their hungers were immeasurable; all to fuel their impossible strength-to-height ratio. They almost exclusively moved in a hunched, bestial way and their lack of control lead to a mass starvation. The desperate remaining few attacked the 'Enlightened'."
>You imagine Nic ripped, feral and long clawed. Certainly would have been...interesting.
>Grayson watches as Nic finishes undressing, and smoothly demonstrates her control by growing in first smooth, then expertely segmented spurts.
>"So, about the 'Enlightened'"

>Grayson observes Nic before turning a few pages in the journal, speaking louder for her sake.
>"The 'Enlightened' had abolished their savage natures. They were as tall as their cousins, but indulged in the perfection of the self; the ability to reduce in size so as to not tax the land. They could live in buildings as with any other race, sustain themselves on little, write and read. Their perfection of the self was a cause of devotion to understanding the world around them, that had spawned and nurtured them. Poetry and discussion of their nature were frequent and popular topics on a daily nature."
>"An Enlightened philosopher by the name of Halkan so wrote; 'I pondered on the state of Mount Cyria, the size unbroken against the elements or those that sought to tame it. It was so into this line of thought that I did question how the world could allow such a thing to be; a mountain that pushed beyond the clouds and remained standing. So it was that I pondered this entity of the land, and I sought to mirror it'."
>"'Through this contemplation, after spending a full day studying my peer of stone, I understood my place in the world'." Grayson looks up from the book, at Nic.
>"If you've conquered the savage side and understand yourself, Veronica...I don't think you've actually hit your limits. IF you have a limit."
>Nic looks down at herself, at her hands and the ground. She seems unsure.
>"Not down, Veronica. Up. The endless sky."
>Nic's breathing turns funny. Her eyes go unfocused for a moment.
>Then they literally glow. She looks up.
>She grows.
>Holy fuck, does she grow.
>She doubles in height, triples. It's ceaseless, unending; you worry she might never stop as she reaches a full thousand feet in height.
>The glow in her eyes ceases and she gasps. She falls back and the ground quakes and shatters the high stone cliffs that form the valley around the farm as she falls onto her backside.
>She rapidly shrinks back down to her 'usual' hundred and thirteen feet.

>"Suffice to say the 'Enlightened' quelled their Savage cousins. But for some reason they died out regardless. We can only suspect they kept themselves small for so long, and without being attacked by their kin, simply no longer needed to be that large. Over time, they likely forgot they could even do it...and breeding with non-giants simply thinned out those of the lineage. Veronica is one such of their bloodline."
>Nic looks at herself, and the damage she just caused, with wide eyes.
>"I think we're ready. We move first thing tomorrow." Grayson says.
Leaving it there.

>The remaining hours of the day are a blur.
>You're locked into thinking of watching your girlfriend tower over everything even more than normal.
>What's even more astounding is the fact that Nic admitted she only stopped because she lost her focus. She was as surprised as anyone that she grew that fast.
>Just how big could she get?
>Grayson assures you that even her ability to grow further was a theory. The critical word here being 'was'.
>The Savage clan were the expected, realistic entity; a group of wild anthros who believed in might making right. If Nic had gone this way, she would have had to be as "a rider on top of an unruly horse" as he put it. Able to control a force within her that was stronger, tougher and able to regenerate.
>It's the reason Grayson's grandfather used DNA traces of the 'Enlightened' on subjects out of hope of having calm, controlled giants.
>That they shared an extremely close bloodline, and the savage side is such an overpowering force, was only discovered too late.
>Now, though, the 'mysticism' and exaggeration shown in the translated 'Enlightened' giants writing suddenly seemed very real.
>After all; as you sit in bed, with a living, breathing 'Enlightened' meditating beside you, you have to ask again.
>Just how big could she get?
>As big as a mountain, apparently.
>You don't know what mountain the philosopher was talking about; it could be any.
>But with mountains as tall as 20k feet tall?
>You considered her a goddess in passing before. Now it was entirely true.
>It's an exercise in fate, you realise.
>A girl, who began training in a martial art in which a majority of it is based around meditation, calm breathing and perfection of the self.
>So given a power which is all about control, a calm mind and you already know she's perfect.
>You once complained why it had to be her.
>It always had to be her; she was made for this.
>And you'll back her up every step of the way.

>It's time.
>You drive with her sitting calmly beside you in your combat van.
>Grayson's gone ahead to meet with the Mason's at the M.A. building to give the illusion that it's a normal visit.
>Which leaves you waiting. You're given a drone camera feed to watch the area surrounding industrial area, as controlled by one of Grayson's people.
>Likewise, since you're now officially government backed, at least for this one shot, most of the workers have been 'delayed' from going to their respective factories and warehouses.
>There's even been ropes tied to most of the buildings for your climbing rig
>Minimal chance of casualties. It's your three macros and you against an unknown foe.
>No pressure.
>The deathly calm comes to a sudden stop when a thunderous crack rings through the air.
>The camera feed on the drone shuts off as well.
>That was a gunshot.
>You check your gear. Nic reaches over and grabs your hand.
>No words, just an extended stare between the two of you. then it's all business.
>The radio chimes in, Grayson on the other end.
>"This is expected; surveillance was always destroyed first and foremost."
>"I'm going to have the Mason's flank out and stop anything from getting in behind. Anon, you watch Veronica's back. Veronica? You're the key to all of this."
>"Godspeed. Both of you."
>No sooner than Grayson breaks radio contact, you see the M.A. building doors open, two black-furred wolf men dart out and run off in seperate directions.
>You grab your bandoleer of fun and two pipe grenade launchers, a main and a 'shortie', and the pair of you leave the vehicle.
>Nic grows so the building you're nearest keeps her covered, and loosely places her earpiece on.
>You zip up on top of the building to scout out the scene.
>Four macros are approaching.
>Two as big as Nic, a panther and a jackal, two are smaller, a iguana and a bear. The smaller ones, probably about seventy feet tall, break off and move wide.

>They move with purpose, even if their faces are all teeth bared and snarling.
>The two larger, hundred footers move dead towards you, although they're still some distance.
>You relay the information to Nic. She whispers over the wall to you.
>"This doesn't seem right. There's gotta be more waiting. How do you wanna play it? I know I could just overpower them but I worry I might go too far; I'll try and stick to my normal full height and lower as needed."
Let's try and bring this back to classic; I'll see if I can do a few live segments if folks put what they wanna do.

let them get in range so you can get a cheap shot on one and she can follow it up with a knock-out.
like a one-two combo but the one is an IED to one's tender spot, whatever sex ut is.

>Risky as it may seem, you tell Nic to shrink back down and wait nearby. Let them come to you.
>You bunker down and take out your phone.
>You activate the camera on it and poke it ever-so-slightly over the edge of the rooftop wall.
>It's not the best POV, but the size of the approaching threat is easy to track.
>The laws of gender equality being what they are, the panther female you designate for Nic; a little yin-yang action.
>Your parts already ache as you watch the jackal's pendulous testes make a nice, non-lethal but certainly viable target.
>The ground quakes in gradually increasing amounts as they approach. You almost wish you had a glass of water to repilcate that movie about the park with the dinosaurs.
>You put the phone back into its little armoured pouch. They'll be in sight soon enough.
>It's not terribly long before they're two buildings away. Nic's waiting by her corner, you slink over to your own and quadruple check the grenade launchers; explosive rounds, two shots in two chambers and you've been practicing the reload motions a bunch.
>You keep breathing like Nic usually does. Long, steady breaths.
>The ears of the jackal guy come into your vision.
>Three.
>The panther chick on the opposite side, eyes pin-point focused on the M.A. building. Just as well, as she could see you from there.
>Two.
>You suck in one final breath.
>One.
>You grip the grenade launcher in one hand and grip the edge of the rootop wall.
>Go.
>You stand, and the jackals eyes immediately notice your tiny motions. He licks his lips and raises a hand to swipe or grab you.
>You instead check to see if he has any spare change in that purse.
>*phoomp-BANG!*
>An ear-piercing yipe. The raised hands drop and tears form in his eyes as he cups himself.
>You get some distance and reload, wanting to keep your shortie for emergencies.
>You watch Nic spring into view behind the panther.
>It's a flurry of motion. An impressive flurry of motion.

>You wonder how often Nic spent her meditation thinking of ways to abuse the shit out of the mastery of her size.
>She slips her right arm beneath the panther's left and slams the limb over her shoulder while facing away.
>The loud crunch makes you wince and the scream doesn't help either.
>Far from being finished, Nic vanishes from view again as the macro yowls and grabs her shattered elbow, staggering backwards while looking around for her attacker..
>Nic reappears where she was, now in front of the panther; holding the black furred leg and up-turning her.
>Another crunch as Nic twists the ankle.
>Then the final word; Nic pounces on the crippled panther and slams a fist into her face. The panther goes silent.
>That's one.
>Nic shrinks from view again.
>You turn to see your foe start his teary eyed approach, one hand still nursing his wounded 'pride'.
>Yep, he looks PISSED.
>You prepare another shell and take aim at centre-mass; just a distraction and maybe a sting at most.
>A blast, a little blood, some singed fur. Yeah, you're not exactly going to be giant-slaying today without some proper high explosives. Probably just as well you're opting to subdue.
>Nic appears in front of the jackal.
>The savage macro takes a wild swing.
>You've swung harder and faster than he has, and Nic performs as she always does.
>She almost embraces the arm with her own, twisting and pivoting to allow the crazed swing to keep moving, then move beyond where it would have stopped.
>the arm now starts twisting the jackal around as Nic starts 'dancing' with the poor fool, who staggers and stumbles over his own feet.
>He falls head over heels to her; you know the feeling.
>You're unfamiliar with the part where she stomps on his head so hard the street cracks like a spiderweb around it.
>The jackal groans and Nic gives him a second kick.
>You don't exactly get to enjoy the victory long.
>A crack in the air and a long gash slices through Nic's cheek.

>Right, the guy that shot the drone is still out there. They're not messing around it seems.
>Nic clutches her cheek with a pained hiss and shrinks below the wall again as another shot rings out. The bullet strikes a nearby wall and it shatters it; explosive rounds in a sniper arrangement? That's hardcore slayer shit.
>You briefly resume phone-looking over the wall, but you have no doubt the sniper's well hidden.
>Even worse, a far larger macro is now on the horizon.
>This one's bad news.
>He's a tiger guy, but he's battle-scarred and looks ripped as shit.
>You immediately recognise this asshole as a macro that's embraced his savage side.
>His claws are far longer than they should be and he moves with a noticeable slouch.
>He's also gotta be five hundred feet tall.
Round 2!

is there any help form the MA guys for finding the sniper? because if not, you'll have to lure him out yourself by judging where he'd have to be to put a scar on Nic, and smoking his FoV to goad him.
if the other macro looks like he's evolved, then he's probably thinking a little, and she'll have to fight dirty while you distract and kill the sniper.

>Mason Sr. and Jr. seem to be doing fine but are having long, drawn out fights with the two flanking macros, so you get the distinct impression this sniper is aiming for Nic exclusively; especially after she just took out two of their heavier hitters in the span of maybe ten seconds.
>You radio up to Grayson for any information.
>"We've got access to the surveillance cameras of the region but they're all street-level and local; we don't see anything. Odds are this bastard is probably aiming from the outskirts at least."
>That seems to match with the shot; it glanced her cheek as she started looking towards you while she was between you and the M.A. building.
>You use your phone's camera to spot a water-tower on the outskirts; it's perfect, but so far you can't see a shooter from where you are.
>That unfortunately means the savage macro is likely between you and the sniper.
>Your smoke grenades work okay, but they're not going to cover Nic if she's big enough to fight against this colossus, and your makeshift grenades aren't good enough to reach that sort of distance.
>Even if Nic is capable of being that much bigger, she needs time to focus and grow to get there, focus that means she'll be a sitting duck against someone with purpose made weaponry that might not kill Nic outright, but it will stop her from being effective in fighting the savage.
Final plans?

she could try laying down flat and mega-grow while hail mary the tiger in the eyes with both grenade launchers.
even with regeneration he should need a moment while she picks him up and uses him as a shield to charge the water tower.
on top of that, the grappler should help close the distance on the tower yourself so you can get close enough to harass him.

Ropes have been set up to help you reach the rooftops but they're not going to be ideal at distance traversal.
Also while a proper m79 has a great operating distance, your makeshift ones are a bit inaccurate at shooting up at a 500ft behemoth.
To that point; kinda want to get Nic to give a hint but I'll roll with your plan otherwise.

shit, work it in if that's what you're going for.

>You ask if she could lay flat and grow, then engage with the savage.
>"...probably? But I'd need time and distance from the M.A. building and the two guys we've knocked out or I'm going to hurt them if I get that big...shit, that asshole's closing in."
>"That sniper can't watch both of us at once and they're targetting me....and I can totally use the savage as a shield to get up to his height and keep him busy, but I can't get bigger to actually hurt him properly without becoming a target."
>You're open to suggestions.
>"Plenty of warehouses and factories, Anon..you could drive up to that sniper in the van, right? Between the buildings, get close and take the fucker out."
>Right, the van. You knew you had it decked out for a reason. You could drive around the main line of sight with the tower while Nic engages the beast.
>You get Nic to help you down. The brief moment where her arm comes into view, her grabbing you and bringing you to street level there's another crack of a distant shot and the rooftop wall explodes near Nic's head.
>Despite her calm demeanour, she still gasps and curls up a little before taking a few deep breaths.
>"Just...stay safe. I won't be able to listen for you, so make a big show if you take the sniper out."
>You climb into the van and start your journey.
>Nic wipes her cheek and takes off the earpiece.
>She proceeds to do half of your plan; she lays low and grows to her normal size, and a bit beyond just as the savage macro
>You do leave a parting gift though.
>As you drive to an adjacent street to the tigers massive legs, you poke your launcher out the window and fire off a shot. It explodes against his calf and causes a small scuff.
>Still earns a growl and the big bastard turns away from his destination, and across to you.
>He's definitely smarter than the first two; he grins and turns back.
>Just as Nic, three hundred feet tall, leaps at him and starts 'sparring'
>You move on towards the tower.

>The huge buildings of the region make closing the distance a breeze.
>Some of the roads are damaged from the macro approach, but you manage to make good time.
>You do, however, underestimate the sniper.
>The second you make eye-contact with the tower, there's a huge muzzle-flash front of your van explodes.
>You're glad you reinforced this thing, because while it never saw its full potential, it just saved you from a bloody death.
>You spin the wheel and the van turns over onto its side.
>Another shot hammers the side and you realise you're in your main storage of explosives.
>You clamber out of through the back, and kick open the doors. You manage to throw a few smoke grenades down as another shot hits the van.
>There's a hissing behind you. You don't really have time to let the smoke properly spread before you panic and bolt
>Silver linings, as you feel yourself get thrown, thankfully, into cover from the blast; you're now in combat range of the tower.
>Once the ringing stops, you start throwing every smoke grenade you have to create as much visual noise as possible.
>You even pop a few shots at random to keep them guessing as the smoke spreads.
>At last, the area's bathed in fog; both from your grenades as well as the now smouldering wreck that was to be your combat van.
>It doesn't matter. The quaking ground tells you the fight between the savage and Nic is raging on. You need to end this and send the signal.
>The asshole's relentless though, and they've changed tactics.
>Small arm automatic fire echoes through the streets as a furred hand rounds a corner; they're on street level to you.
>At least you managed to be a distraction. Nic's safe for now.
>You feel several impacts on your body-armour, but get around the corner unharmed
>You return the favour and blind-shoot back.
>They're a great sniper, but they're not blast-proof.
>You hear a feminine cry as the blast rings out,
>You turn the corner, and see their body slumped on the floor.

>Seems there's two family units involved here.
>This kid, a tiger girl probably still in her teens, lies slumped and unconcious on the floor.
>They're wounded; a micro-uzi in one hand and a rifle bigger than she is on the ground near her.
>She's at your mercy as you pick up the machine pistol.
>She was trying to kill your Nic.
Leaving it there, but I'm sure you know the choice here.
Should be the actual finale tomorrow!

dang, and that one's easier.
strip her clean and kneecap her with the uzi to avoid surprises, then blow out the macro's knees with the rifle to get his attention. if they're related, he'll realize something's wrong and that distraction will give Nic an opportunity.

>You first take an empty bandoleer and strap her hands behind her back.
>You then briskly fleece the girl for anything she's carrying.
>She's wearing a ballistic vest with some fairly plain clothing; cargo pants, under-shirt, a jacket with loads of inner pockets that you check.
>Mostly, they're empty except a couple of mags of the micro Uzi, a broken phone, a blackened and tarnished pendant.
>You click it open; it's her and what you presume to be the savage macro, before he turned, in a very older brother/younger sister level of closeness. They smile at the camera; she looks shy, he looks goofy as shit. Probably a fun pair in any other time.
>You grimace at the reality this situation has brought upon everyone, and you look at the girl again.
>You loathe this girl for trying to kill Nic, but there are some lines that can't be crossed.
>They can certainly be fucking stepped on though.
>You click the m-uzi into semi-auto fire and pop a single shot into her leg.
>She snaps awake and screams before giving you an evil look.
>"Fucking leash-holder! Just kill me and get it over with; I ain't scared of you!!"
>You grab her by the scruff of her coat and drag her nearer to the water-tower, rifle in tow, as she screams bloody murder at you.
>You hurl her into a nearby dumpster; no way she's getting out with one working leg and arms bound. Even so, you close the lid and bring the rifle up, looking down the sight.
>There's the ongoing fight. Nic's doing her usual; evading almost every swing, but she's getting tired and clearly isn't aware if you've succeeded or not.
>You also can't risk taking a shot on the big boy himself; you're no trained sniper and Nic's moving all around him.
>You decide to stick with Plan A; you take one of your few last grenades and pop the tower.
>It explodes with a nice gush of water.
>Moments later, the fighting in the distance stops and the savage looks at the tower with a shocked expression.
>"Mo!?" he snarls.

>The tiger guy sprints full speed towards the tower, and Nic in hot pursuit.
>You shove the dumpster a short distance away, double check there's a round in the rifle and point it at the thin metal garbage can on wheels.
>It's a foolproof plan; tiger guy is either distracted enough for Nic to take him down, or he gives up because his presumed sister is a single trigger away from an anti-macro explosive round.
>Then of course you realise; Nic hasn't been able to wear her earpiece because you didn't expect her to be this big, or able to change her size on a whim.
>The thunderous footfalls draw near, and you grit your teeth.
>The tiger reaches the tower and he screams in anguish.
>His glare looks about and spots you. That's an old, familiar look; hunger and rage, just as Nic looked at you during the near-failed running test.
>Before anything can happen though, Nic appears and body-checks the tiger kung-fu style; low, shoulder in, wide stance.
>It flings the tiger away from the industrial sector and into the dry, unused ground beyond.
>"Anon!? Are you alright? Where are...oh, thank god!"
>She smiles briefly and leans down.
>You quickly tell her to subdue and pin the tiger where he can see and hear you.
>She nods and stomps over to his recovering form.
>You can't help but watch as Nic adopts her usual stance as the tiger screams in absolute fury and charges, swinging his claws.
>He's gripped by his flailing clawed arm around, spun back on himself, and Nic both trips and slams his face into the ground so hard his legs still take time to roll over and catch up.
>She doesn't let them, though; she instead hops over him and grows to her thousand feet height while grabbing his legs, wheeling him over her shoulder and again slamming his upper body against the ground like a ragdoll. He still tries fighting.
>Then she decides she's had enough.
>Legs still in hand, she demonstrates her mastery once and for all.

>There's a gust of wind that knocks you to the floor.
>It rolls the dumpster and rolls the van a few times too.
>It takes a moment for you to get your bearings to see what happened.
>Where Nic stood in terms of head height is now her left ankle, just as the enormity of her weight makes it sink below this mark and the ground quakes viciously at her simply existing.
>The clouds have parted to make way for this goddess, just as your mouth has gone slack.
>There stands Veronica, the love of your life, eyes blazing with fierce blue light as she regards the mortals below her.
>Between her pinched fingers is the macro, a tiny fraction of her size, and she ever so gently places it in her other palm.
>Then, she simply taps her finger on him; the sort of tap you'd use to poke someone to get their attention.
>Her voice is a storm; the clouds near her break apart as she whispers below.
>"I don't know who sent these poor souls. I don't care who you are, but know this. I will stop this bloodshed, I will bring peace and I will enlighten others so that wherever you attack next, you will be stopped."
>The five mile tall vixen takes a deep breath and looks around, her expression turning sad.
>Then, creating a great vacuum by her sudden absence and you're pulled in the other direction.
>You swear the earth itself just sighed with the relief from her no longer burdening it.
>She upturns her shrinking hand and slaps the tiger guy into the ground with a massive thump.
>He's alive, but he's mangled.
>Even as you watch, his body gradually reforms, limbs clicking back into place, but he looks at you with a completely defeated expression.
>You take a few moments to gather your thoughts as Nic, two thousand feet tall, simply keeps a gentle hand on the tigers back.
>You don't even think it's worth making the threat on this guys sisters' life. You simply ask if he surrenders.
>He nods.
>"Okay! just don't hurt Mo."
>You sigh with relief.
>It's over.

>The opposing macros are all brought in once shrunk.
>All of them are briskly put in for questioning.
>Sadly few of them know anything; they're literally just like Nic, only someone else got to them first when the original growth ended.
>Drug dealers selling them on the next big high, groups injected with the genetic material of ancient macros.
>They grow, lose control, get traumatised by the experience.
>Then they get brought in by people who flatly tell them they either go with them, or brave the world alone with a power that will unconditionally get them killed by Giant-Slayers.
>The Tiger guy knows a little more than that, although still no clue as to who's really in control; just a bunch of proxies, interchanging people giving orders by some other, higher group.
>He knows his sister is a macro, but it's being suppressed by further drugs.
>So they cut him a deal; become the main pet project of whoever's calling the shots and they stop her from the same trauma.
>He's actually pretty decent when he gets told and shown that the M.A aren't there to control macros, especially with Nic offering her full support as well.
>They're there to show them how to control their gifts in exchange for helping normal folk.
>Regis, the tiger guy, is another gifted soul just like Nic. He just went the other path.
>You still kinda wonder what Nic would have been like had she done so; Regis was apparently once a solid five foot ten, slim but athletic sort.
>Now he's a seven and a half foot beast. Teeth and claws bigger than the norm, but he's amicable and decent enough.
>He's a little slow to trust, but you gradually bond over the weeks of questioning and incarceration; Nic's a consultant now, and you're still her partner.
>Maureen's a fourteen year old tearaway. She's been with this other group since she was six and has a spotty education.
>She's a fucking monster of instinct though; reactions, hand-eye coordination and vision beyond anything you've seen. You know if she goes macro, she's following in Regis' footsteps and she'll have strength AND speed.
>So Nic trains her.

>"Inducing reaction." Nic calls.
>The floor sprays with smoke, projectors come on.
>Mo watches the tiny figures move about and her reaction is typica; she opens her mouth and drools, starts breathing hard, then starts growing.
>You look away, you're not gonna have a giant naked teen burned into your mind.
>There's a roar, then a heavy slam on the padded ground.
>You briefly look over to see an equally enlarged Nic holding Mo on her front against the floor, whispering gently to her.
>Mo's savage eyes gain clarity and she looks terrified.
>Good ol' Nic lifts her up and embraces her, continuing to keep her calm as Mo sobs.
>Hardcore as Mo presents herself, you get the impression she wasn't ready to literally lose her mind.
>Nic described as the worst experience she ever had when she became aware of it. It's no wonder it was a deep seated fear until she finally rid herself of it a month ago during that first mission.
>Another hundred footer. That's before she lets the savage side take over.
>Grayson's busy writing reports as his men feed him information.
>The M.A.E.B, the Macro Augmentation and Education Bureau, is in full swing.
>A small number of macros who had managed to learn to cope alone have joined, as well as the ones you subdued.
>There was a whole meet and greet where you offered apologies to one another. They were desperate people who were uniformly told that it was this shadowy group who met through proxies, or death at the hands of the Slayers.
>You can't blame them for believing the lies either; the Slayers have been thankfully pushed into the inner-city, last line defense.
>Nic, Regis and several of the others are now the first batch of the M.A.E.B's defence team.
>Several cells of the same group are all over, now given proper backing, and a number of macros have signed up in exchange for protection, counselling and a place to feel welcome.
>The term 'may b's' starts trending as well.

>So here you are, at home in the saferoom.
>You're up to your waist in your girlfriends mouth.
>That suction, the licking on your nethers; god what a feeling.
>You've been so busy the last couple of weeks that you're a bit pent up.
>So much so that Nic coughs a little as you spray the back of her throat, tickling it.
>She plucks you from her mouth and swallows properly.
>"Damn, Anon. Not bad. Okay, my turn!"
>Nic places you on the ground to let you recover as she assumes her postion; legs spread eagle up on the wall while flat on her back.
>You suit up.
>It's an armoured suit again, rope rigging.
>Government issue anti-macro panels.
>Properly juiced, it makes you ungrabbable to the savage macro; it's like grabbing an electric fence that vibrates.
>With the tweaks you've made, though?
>Oh, it'll subdue her alright.
>You spray yourself with an industrial barrel of lube, and Nic lifts you into position.
>You go spelunking once more.
>Then you activate the suit as you rub your hands against her insides.
>The scream she makes as a number of servos begin turning your suit into the worlds biggest TENS-vibrator combo.
>It's a sweet, deafening sound as her walls clamp around you.
>But you're not done; you suck air through a rebreather.
>She gushes, it's like being inside a fountain. You float to the opening and place a metal paneled hand on her clitoris.
>After several orgasms, you frankly stopped counting after the sixth and let her dictate when to stop, usually when she goes from loud screaming to exhausted grunts.
>You use your rope climber to pop free.
>Her eyes are rolled back into her head, her tongue flops loosely to the side.
>You head over and she barely understands what you are.
>Just those unfocused blue eyes and her chest rising and falling as she recovers.
>Yep, this is a relationship with a strong sense of back-and-forth.
>You have a game of it; a mobile app that picks a sex style.
>Today was 'hard and fast'.

>"It has been two months since the implementation of the M.A.E.B, and general polling shows an eighty one percent show of favour to the group. We asked a few citizens on their thoughts on the results."
>"I mean, they're people too, right? Good on'em for helping the literal little people. I had my house damaged twice by the 'Slayers'. Bunch of *beep* suckers. God bless them giants; if I could afford it, I'd buy 'em all a beer." Says an old anthro dog..
>"Oh you better believe I support it. Fine thing like that vixen girl? Hoowee! Damn, she's fine" Says an anthro weasel.
>"Sir, you are aware she's recently married? Dr. Grayson confirmed as such just yesterday."
>"Shit, really? Lucky *beep*hole, whoever he is! Maybe I should join the May B's, see if I can't get me a giant woman of my own! All that booty! Mmmhmhh!"
>Nic shuts off the TV.
>You're little spoon again tonight. You alternate.
>Her hands roam your body; admiring your increasingly cut physique.
>All part of the training to be a M.A.E.B cell head; commander and strategist.
>Nic's technically your boss, but of course she is; she can grow as big as she damn well wants to.
>Literally. She hasn't demonstrated a limit. Current record is eight miles tall.
>But she hates being that big because she can't be with you.
>She's the bureau's actual second in command after Dr. Grayson. Thankfully she doesn't need to attend many meetings elsewhere, just conference calls and the occasional meet and greet which usually means all the cell heads are in attendance anyway.
>The current orders are to defend the towns and hope you can keep on top of any further attacks by this other group.
>Attacking simply isn't an option; you'd be chasing phantoms.
>Another problem for another day though, you sigh.
>She leans over and licks you on the cheek.
>"So, how long until those compatibility meds work?"
>Another two days, you answer.
>"Good....I've been spending so long looking after everyone else, I can't wait to have a couple of kits of my own."
>After helping 'tame' Nic,you hope you have enough experience. It's going to be a whole new adventure.
>Still, as it's always been.
>Nic and Anon.
>Forever
The End.