One Week at Wolf Lake NEW 5/31 (Growth, sex, other tags inside)

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No, no, please don't turn my girlfriend into a busty nympho giantess... </sarcasm>

This time around the delay was pretty much all me. I've found it hard to have time to sit down and write lately, lots of stuff going on. I'll try to do better next week, I already have a nice head start. In the meantime, here's this section; next Thursday (...err...or Friday...) should wrap things up for these soldiers. Though you just might see one of them again...

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The report from Hudson's shotgun rang in Hicks' ear. The shock round found its target, striking Ellen in the shoulder. On the other side, he heard Drake fire, and Dana took a shock round in one giant breast. The giantesses screamed in pain and fury, staggering and flailing as the electric rounds discharged into them. Ellen recovered first; she glared at the soldiers assembled by the APC with murder in her eyes.

"That really fucking hurt! I'll stomp you little bugs flat!" she snarled.

“Be ready with more taser rounds! I'm using the tear gas!” Hicks shouted. He raised his gas grenade launcher and aimed at the rapidly approaching, enraged Ellen...and hesitated, suddenly wondering if the gas wouldn't be effective enough. He considered aiming more directly at her face; there was a greater risk of permanent harm, and they were supposed to just subdue these women, but it would give him the best odds of incapacitating her. After a moment, he lifted the barrel and pointed at her head. "Fire!" he ordered.

His grenade arced through the air, sailing upward and bouncing off of the giant woman's forehead before exploding a few feet in front of her face.

"Aaaaaaaargh!" Ellen cried, clutching at her face with one hand. She started to cough, the sounds nearly as loud as gunshots. "Fuck! *cough* My eyes! I can't *cough* see!" Rubbing frantically at her eyes, she stepped away from the cloud of gas hanging around her head. Squinting her red, streaming eyes, she faced in Hicks' general direction. “I'll kill y--” She lapsed into a fit of coughing, unable to speak anymore, and began stomping quickly toward the APC. Hicks was momentarily stunned—something that big shouldn't be able to move that fast.

Crowe fired a taser round that struck Ellen's leg. The shock caused her leg to jerk; coupled with her blind running, it was enough to make her lose her balance. Still heading toward them, she stumbled and began to pitch forward. Hicks could see what was coming next.

“MOVE!” he shouted, gesturing frantically away from the APC. Bending down, he grabbed Apone's collar. “Sorry about this, sir!” he said quickly, hauling the wounded man behind him as he ran from the vehicle. The other three men scattered rapidly as well, moments before the giant brunette's shoulder came crashing down onto the APC, her massive body crushing it like a toy. Ellen groaned, lying on her side. She coughed several more times and moaned in pain.

“My, what an interesting turn of events,” boomed Dana's voice across the parking lot. Belatedly, Hicks realized that she was still standing where she had been when Drake's XREP round had struck her. Evidently, she'd simply watched what had happened next. “I mean, I was just gonna let her tire herself out fighting you boys and then finish her, but you put her down for me. I should probably thank you. After I'm done with her, that is.” So saying, she strolled across the lot towards them, her footsteps thumping loudly on the asphalt.

“Fire!” Hicks ordered, taking aim with his grenade launcher again. He pointed it at the massive blonde's face and pulled the trigger, hearing the shotguns on either side firing more taser rounds at her as well.

He was shocked when the giantess contemptuously swatted away the tear gas canister, smirking as it exploded several feet away from her shoulder. “Naughty little man,” she said, wincing as two of the electrified shells struck her skin. “Aaah! These little stingers don't hurt enough to stop me, and you're not gonna get me with that gas, either,” she added, still drawing closer to the downed giantess and their position.

“Keep firing, men!” Hicks cried, readying the grenade launcher for another shot. He aimed over her head this time, hoping to arc it and catch her off guard. He waited for another taser round to strike her so she'd be briefly distracted; when it did, he took his shot.

Again, the blonde saw it coming and moved her hand to intercept it—but this time, instead of swatting it away, she batted it forcefully back towards the soldiers. Completely unprepared for this, Hicks could only watch helplessly as the canister struck the pavement next to Drake and Crowe, instantly masking them in a cloud of choking gas. Seconds later, they came staggering out of the smoke, coughing, wheezing, their eyes watering.

“Fuck!” he snarled, looking back at the huge blonde to try again. In the few seconds he'd been distracted by his men, however, she had torn the top off of a nearby lamppost. Smiling evilly, she flung it at him. He tried to dodge it, but he had reacted too slowly, and the edge of the metal pole hit him in the side as he moved, sending him sprawling painfully onto the concrete. The grenade launcher fell to the ground beside him. He reached out for it and was rewarded by a sharp pain in his chest. At a guess, he assumed he might have a broken rib or two.

Looking around, he saw that only Hudson was still standing, his expression one of wide-eyed panic. “Hudson!” he said. When the man didn't reply, he called again, louder, feeling another stab of pain from his chest. Finally, the man turned in his direction, fear still evident on his face. “Do you have any more XREP rounds, Hudson?”

“No, sir! I'm all out! And the rest were in the APC!” he said, his voice wavering.

“Come get the grenade launcher! Try to get her with it!” Hicks cried.

Hudson stared as if Hicks had just ordered him to grow a second head. “Are you kidding me? You saw what just happened! It won't do any good!” He shook his head, sweeping his gaze over the fallen corporal, the unconscious sergeant, and Drake and Crowe, still in the midst of their coughing fit. He looked shell-shocked. He and Hicks turned to watch the enormous woman come to a stop over her fallen rival.

“All right,” she said with unmistakable glee, “that should get you boys out of my hair for a few minutes. Now I can deal with Ellen here in peace.” she kicked the fallen woman in the stomach, eliciting another pained moan.

Suddenly, a loud sound came from the depths of the damaged building. Everyone, including Dana, turned to look. The sound repeated. It occurred to Hicks that it sounded a lot like the giantess' footsteps.