Kaijune: Monster Girl Summer

Trigger #37: "M.A.T.E" ie "Monster, Abnormality, and Tectonic Experiments" Division.
Organization Class: A government affiliated branch of the US Military dedicated to global defense through the use of giant mecha known as "Shells." Have recently discovered that Kaiju are peaceful creatures and their previous violent outbursts were only a result of their aggressive estrus periods. As such, MATE has retrofitted their Shells to properly satisfy the Kaiju's sexual urges and then comfortably house them away from populated areas on Kaiju Island. Several of their formerly male pilots have also gone sexual reassignment in order to properly sync with their predominantly female Shell Units. It is important to note that they were free to back out of the procedure at any time. (Eggs. Every last one of them.)

Transformation Type: TG, Breast Expansion, Ass Expansion, Weight Gain, Monsterfication, Gigantification, Heat.

Threat Level: Benevolent. Keeps Sala City and other countries safe from horny kaiju girls. (Also gives me one less thing to worry about. :3)

Subjects: Ridley "Gunny" Dam, 25, F, formerly Richard Dam, AMAB.

Gammy Rahra, 25, F, formerly Greg Rahra, AMAB, now Kaiju Island Patient K09: Giga Gams.

The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies, MATE HQ Records, and several eyewitness accounts.

There was so much more to her now.

It was something Rahra thought to herself every day, ever since the accident.

There was so much more to her now, and every day she was more and more surprised as to exactly how much more there was.

Before, Rahra was Greg, a short, skinny businessman just trying to make ends meet in the big city. But when an oil truck containing toxic waste from MOM Corp crashed and doused him in unstable chemicals, that city became a lot smaller.

She could still feel the changes like they happened yesterday. Her body filling with mass, bulging muscle and pounds upon pounds of fat enlarging and rounding out her body like a balloon ready to pop. Scaly, slick skin spreading across her every surface, dotted with hard, bone-like horns and spikes. A long, thick tail dragging behind her like a bridal veil. Tits the size of dirigibles with an ass to match. And a brand new slit and ovaries, which right now, were absolutely screaming to be pleased.

Being so large now, Rahra wasn't supposed to be in the city without supervision. As she trudged down mainstreet, her wide hips and ass fit to hold several dumptrucks bumped into building after building. MATE had calculated her route and already evacuated civilians in that district, but the property damage was immeasurable. But Rarha wasn't in control of herself. In June, every Kaiju goes through the Heat, an estrus period large and powerful enough to turn even the strongest Kaiju into a horny, mindless monster. It was the reason behind all the Kaiju attacks in the past, until MATE finally managed to create a Kaiju translator to get to the root of the problem.

Rahra's stomach was on fire, aching to be filled by something, anything. Before she could stop herself, she was rubbing her wet sex up and down on the facades of skyscrapers. Foundations creaked and brick cracked as she desperately thrust her full, astronomical weight on them. But nothing worked. They were just... things. Objects. Cold, dead, lifeless buildings. Unfeeling.

Unloving.

Rarha had been alone before all this. She thought she'd be used to it by now. But it'd only gotten worse. She'd look at her reflection in lakes and in skyscrapers and think miserably, "how could anyone ever truly love a monster like me?"

She didn't want to hurt anyone. She didn't want to break anything. But between the Heat, and the pain, and the frustration of being alone, her own body betrayed her, lashing out, teeth and claws sinking into concrete, glass, and metal. She was a prisoner in her own mind, helpless, scared, and alone. She felt tinier than she ever thought she could. All she could do was beg forgiveness, silently pray for salvation.

Someone stop me. Please.

Someone save me.

A flash of bubblegum pink metal and synthetic skin, and suddenly, she was ass over tea-kettle, splayed out on the ground. Something had a firm hold of her legs and had her pinned. She tried to get a good look at them past her mammoth tits, and saw a familiar pair of bunny ears.

Sgt. Ridley, the pilot of Shell Unit 64, was the MATE Pilot dispatched to help her when she first transformed. She was kind. Gentle. She didn't treat Rahra like the monster she feared she was, but a person, a fellow human being in need of saving. She also heard through the grape vine that Ridley was also like her, having undergone sexual reassignment in order to pilot her female sexoskeleton.

Also, Rarha was hesitant to admit she might have had the tiniest crush on the charismatic pilot. It was the reason she was hesitant to start dating the other inhabitants on Kaiju Island. Was it also the reason she'd wandered off into Sala City in her fugue state, she wondered? Just to have an excuse to see her again?

The massive suit's speakers squaked to life, and her soothing, candy coated voice dripped out. "Don't worry, miss, I've got you! You're just going through your summer estrus period! It's totally normal for Kaiju this time of year. Is it ok if I keep holding you down like this until you feel like you're in control again?"

"Y-Yes... I'm so sorry..." Rahra answered, her speech now a mix of deep bellows, roars, and grunts that needed it's own computer system to be properly translated. It also made her deeply self conscious when compared to Ridley's achingly sweet voice.

"It's ok, it's not your fault, Rahra! You're more woman now than anyone could handle, it happens. No one was hurt, and everything can be repaired. Hell, we've got an entire budget for this kind of thing! Plus, if it means I get to see a cute little Lizard girl like you again, it's worth every cent!" Ridley joked, loosening her grip on Rarha's legs now that she was sufficiently calmed down.

Rarha was feeling a very different heat now, burning in the cheeks under her scales. She'd heard scared civilians call her a lot of things when she turned. Monster. Freak. But never "cute."

"Th-thank you for stopping me, miss. I just feel so... h-hot and... heavy... d-do you think you could help me, uhm... relieve myself...?" Rarha asked, nervously.

The robot's finely polished face smiled seductively.

"Oh? Helpless little miss lizard wants me to satisfy her? Hmmm, I suppose I could do that for you if you wanted."

A plate on Ripley's sexoskeleton slide away, revealing a wet, steaming hot labia. Mirroring her, the hard, shell-like spikes protecting Rahra's own sex slid away, opening herself freely to Ripley's advances.

Ripley ground her slit hard and deep into Rarha's. Their clits violently rubbed against one another, sending electric pleasure coursing through their massive bodies. In her cockpit, haptic feedback devices burrowed into Ripley's own sex, rubbing and grinding until her monitors were fogged over with steam.

They rubbed against each other, deeper, harder, so hard buildings bent and concrete cracked underneath their undulations.

Their orgasim was explosive, their screams shattering every pane of glass for several blocks.

They basked in the afterglow. Unable to contain herself any longer, Ripley threw her arms around Rahra's neck and pressed the fullness of her synthetic breasts against the Kaiju's. She whispered into Rahra's ear.

"I thought about you every day, Rahra. Since the day I first saw the new you, the real you. So big, but so fagile, so uncertain, so cute, so blind to how beautiful she really was. I wanted to fuck you so bad, "Gammy." I should have told you sooner, but I was so scared you wouldn't feel the same..."

Rahra's massive heart skipped a beat. She leaned in close, and pressed her scaly lips against Ripley's.

"I felt the same... do... do you think we could maybe... do this again, some time? Keep seeing each other...?" Rahra asked, a small but loud part of her brain admonishing her for presuming sex was the same as love.

She was not disappointed.

Ripley scooped the massive lizard girl in her arms like a college girl scoops a naughty pet cat.

"Of course we can, my little Gammy. Maybe we could do a double date with Shion and Thunder Thighs. I'm sure they'd love the company."

From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(Special thanks to Texbot for the suggestion, to my Test Readers, and to all of you for your support!)