Becoming Monsters 1: Ch. 28

Diane was forced to stop humming when she felt the girth increase in her throat with some medium stretching noises when her neck adjusted. With grit teeth, Honoka expelled a breath and then released her load directly into Diane's gullet. The angle was wrong, but if the black woman could see past spots of white blocking her vision, she would witness Diane's expanding waistline. The succubus was kind, though, and moved her abdomen up against Honoka's legs and feet so she felt as the succubus slowly filled up. This was a potion effect and not a Status one, the stretching more natural in how the body dealt with it, Honoka able to see stretch marks ridged along the side of the ginger's freckled tummy. Diane almost gagged when she shuffled back a little to make room but she held steady. When Honoka finished, the succubus sucked the entire length upwards and ran her bottom teeth gently along the urethra to nab the last little bit before plopping the soft head and licking it clean with her long tongue.

"I want bigger boobs and a little more Strength," Diane announced with smugness, burping and holding her massive, giving-birth-to-octuplets stomach. "Maybe something that gives my breasts extra jiggle physics: I'll look at my list again." With wobbling effort, the bloated woman stumbled to her feet and removed her goggles and poncho, turning around to display the woman kept all that cum inside her with the help of a thick metal buttplug. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll be spending the rest of the day on the toilet."

Honoka chuckled, dismissing the blue box announcing Diane reaching level five and lay back on the bed. In her mind, she thought of the future and how it seemed like everything would work out. Two weeks ago, that Honoka was miserable and working a job doing something she loved but also hating how she was forced to do it. She was a level one nothing and more than once, she fought the urge to kill herself. Then she met Diane and all the others. It was insane, she lived in a dungeon and had more sex than a premium porn site. She was level eleven and would probably hit level twelve before they assaulted the Castle.

Honoka frowned, thinking about the raid sobering her. Quinn's intel might give them an advantage, but this was still a perilous mission. The young wife only wished her girls would increase enough in power from Harmony points to come home alive.

Diane didn't take all day, but she did take over an hour. Coming out of her room with a red sports bra straining to hold her boobs in place and some tight black yoga pants, her gut hanging out a little like a floppy post-pregnancy belly and her hair in a tight ponytail, the succubus explained she needed to help her potion recovery along with a workout downstairs and Honoka decided she would join up, throwing on her armor and gi to practice and picking up her mithril sword both women walked across the courtyard towards the gym.

If Honoka hadn't been wearing her armor plating, the bullet that hit her in the back might have killed her.

There was a ringing in Honoka's ears she couldn't place. Her back hurt and she lay on the ground. Someone screamed and it sounded like the Fourth of July fireworks celebration was happening. Everything crawled slowly in her mind and Honoka couldn't keep hold of her thoughts. With some realization, she noticed a green haze in the air that smelled of ozone and the Ymirian woman pieced together her sluggishness was a magical effect. She'd probably be on the ground unconscious if she hadn't pumped her Wisdom over twenty points in the last couple of days. Flipping herself over, Honoka could see what was going on, but it was like it happened in a dream.

Diane backed away from six armed and armored men who were fanned out to keep her pinned. The succubus remained outside the spell's effect because she looked uninjured and alert. However, the way those goons moved, they were pushing her into and towards the green.

Three of the men wore modern armor and guns, one was lightly armored and holding some rope, another was in robes with swirling sickly green lights around his hands. The last was a big guy in plate mail with a massive two-handed hammer, standing in front as if he led the band of rogues. They looked professional and calm, not talking like they worked together before and knew what they were doing. That calmness more than anything scared Honoka the most and forced her mind into action.

Bringing up her Status, Honoka wasn't sure what she could do, maybe give herself a little more Wisdom to break the effect, but things were fuzzy. She only thought about helping Diane, giving her some kind of boost to save the succubus. Maybe Honoka could spend some of the thirty-nine saved Harmony Points, but the Harmony menu was complicated and took forever, this was happening right now and Diane might be dead in the next few seconds.

Another menu appeared under Diane's name, but it listed sliders from all the wives. Not worrying about it or what problems it might cause the others, Honoka decided to thank God and gave Diane the most combat-oriented Race, sliding it to 100%.

"Eat snake, dirtbags," Honoka slurred as she slumped back to the stone.

Status was a weird thing. Most people saw it in the same way as a UI program that simply listed some numbers and gave people access to magic. However, there were the crazy fringe groups that swore it was alive, that it understood intent. Honoka knew this better than most, her magic the only kind she knew of that utilized Status and menus so directly. It wasn't just an act of putting a bar from 0% to 100%, her focus was to make this happen as quickly as possible. Status complied.

Diane exploded into two thousand pounds (907 kg) of red and green scaled naga in about three seconds. And not just a naga. Diane's wings didn't disappear, they grew larger and doubled in size, changing from the leathery texture of a bat to gaining the tiny scales of iguana skin. The most notable feature was how the succubus' tail affected the allocation: instead of a single long snake tail, there were two tails half the typical naga thickness writhing in the stone. Diane's face, when it looked back at Honoka in complete shock and pain at the start of the change, was more human and less elongated than Padmava's, the hood smaller and her red hair still on top of her head. Her horns grew outward and upward as if to crown her a religious figure instead of just ring her head like a tiara. The yoga pants were utterly destroyed and fluttered to the ground but her sports bra somehow barely managed to stay mostly intact, though it overflowed from all sides by scaled boobs and tore on the edges to make room for the extra set of arms.

The idiots, trained they might be, were not expecting a succunaga. Neither was Diane, but it wasn't for nothing that she and all the girls trained every day with mixing fighting and sudden allocation. Before the men reacted, Diane opened her mouth impossibly wide and spit out a couple gallons of black naga venom all over the casting mage. The force of the steaming tar knocked him back ten feet (3 m). He screamed for a moment before his body dissolved on the ground in a sizzling puddle.

"Weapons hot!" the plate mail guy yelled as he hiked his hammer up and jumped forward, the rest of the trained team moving into action while they opened fire.

Honoka's mind immediately cleared when the mage died. Rolling to her feet, Honoka didn't waste any time, allocating herself. Nothing fancy because she didn't want to take any points away from Diane and she lacked the focus to put into anything complicated, she just went full holstaur and the man who expected to turn his gun on a five-foot, two inches (158 cm) tiny black woman instead hesitated from seeing an eight-foot, eight inches (264 cm) tall mountain of muscle and boobs bursting out of her clothing. Practicing this exact maneuver all week, Honoka used the growth to increase her upward momentum and brought all her speed and strength to bear in a crossed upward strike. The mithril blade didn't even slow as it smoothly bisected the man, his gun belatedly going off to the side as his fingers spasmed in a shower of blood and death. Moving quickly, she turned the cut into a long lunge and buried her sword into the next gunman before she picked up speed and charged the last one with a gun, jumping off at the last minute into a flying knee strike. The force of the attack was so intense into his chest that he completely crumpled in half and dropped to the ground like a wet blanket.

Diane did less well against her two opponents. Bleeding from half a dozen bullet holes and both her tails securely bound by the guy with magic ropes, she took a furious pounding from the hammer man. There were two more bubbling puddles of venom on the ground, the leader looking like he removed his breastplate when it got hit. Otherwise, he appeared unharmed and professionally took Diane apart. Rope guy cradled a broken arm but still kept her tails locked.

The solution was simple, and Honoka thanked her extra points she put into Wisdom for the save. Allocating back to herself because thick holstaur fingers wouldn't fit in the trigger guard, Honoka picked up one of the rifles, lined up the sights and held down the trigger, aiming for the unarmored center of mass of the hammer man and going fedora-wearing archaeologist on his melee weaponed butt.

Riddled with bullets, the man slumped and then fell back to the ground with a clang, the final sound heard inside the courtyard. From beginning to finish, it wasn't longer than five minutes. Moving the gun over, Honoka aimed at the rope man but he already put one arm up and knelt on the ground in surrender.

"One chance: who sent you?" Honoka ordered, her finger on the trigger and ready to fire.

"Cortez of the Master Blasters," he babbled, his voice trembling. "The Boss wanted you, waited for you to be alone or close to it. If you struggled, we'd tell you we captured the snake's son to keep you in line."

Honoka saw red, pulling her hand away to avoid killing the man. Stepping forward and allocating some extra Strength, she grabbed the back of his head and forced the next question out through grinding teeth. "Where?"

"Bone Castle!" he blubbered, losing control of his bladder. "The Boss, Cortez, the kid, all at Bone Castle."

Honoka slammed the man's face into the ground, knocking him out or killing him the black woman wasn't sure. Feeling dizzy, she looked down and saw she had been shot in the leg and abdomen, a lot of her lower body covered in blood. Moving her gaze up, she saw Diane slump onto the ground and fall unconscious, the pool of her blood much larger and Padmava's substantial Health probably the only reason she still lived. The succunaga wouldn't be alive for long, though. With stumbling steps, Honoka rushed back to their rooms and grabbed most of their stock of healing potions out of the cabinet - drinking one herself - and rushed back to Diane as quickly as possible.

"Come on, baby, stay with me," Honoka whispered, fumbling with the caps through some sudden tears and wedging open the blunted snake mouth, pouring in three potions at once and massaging her throat to force her to swallow. Diane weakly coughed, yet even though the bleeding slowed, with a bubbling rattle, Diane's breathing stopped.

"No, nononono." Honoka kept trying to pull the caps off, but her fingers felt tingly and weak and she was falling asleep. Vaguely drifting, the desperate woman asked herself how much Strength is too much or too little to perform CPR? Honoka didn't even know where the heart would be located in Diane's Racial amalgamation.

Sticking her finger in the hole in her leg to shock herself awake, Honoka remembered all the charts they'd gone over for allocation. Padmava possessed sixteen Health which Diane now had, but Quinn retained another four. Would four points save her life? Honoka asked in desperate plea, cursing herself for waiting until later today to harmonize everyone and spend the points. Punching the ground, Honoka tried to think of anything as she gazed fearfully at the still face of her wife.

Spend the points...

Honoka prayed she wasn't too late. Pulling up Eve, she initiated the Harmony menu and filled her vision with the naked model of the little goblin.

"Racial...come on, where is it...There, Gain Gormor Regeneration, thirty points! Select and confirm!" The menu disappeared, yet Honoka didn't waste a second, pulling up Diane's Yggdrasil menu and finding the regen racial trait to allocate it over.

"...please...please..." Honoka whispered, unable to stop herself as her vision grew blurry and dark, slumping down onto the still body of Diane.

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"Huuuh!"

Diane gasped a loud breath, waking both women up as her eyes shot open and she began to cough. Honoka was too weak to move but she smiled before closing her eyes and drifting unconscious.