To Devour a Doomed City

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The Monstrous Shall Inherit the Earth - Pt. 1 - To Devour a Doomed City

Story, characters, artwork © Meanybeany

1.0 Prelude

Smoke, sirens, and flashing lights filled the cold night. Tires, pieces of steel and cheap plastic, and splatters of blood littered the cracked tarmac. White road markings, worn out and barely visible, indicated someone drove across several lanes when they shouldn’t have. A twenty-odd car pileup was the result. Men stood talking by one of the police cars, grim faces, all wanting to go home. A drone flew over the wreckage, recording a three dimensional film of the scene, and taking pictures of the license plates. Turbines spool up and a single automated flying ambulance takes off, carrying off the gravely-injured passenger of a crumpled designer sports car.

“I don’t understand why her psychological record is important. Her medical record says she’s clean so what’s the problem?” The young officer assigned to oversee the cleanup was genuinely puzzled and frustrated; this was taking forever and he wanted to sign off for the day. He looked over his shoulder at the bodies being lined up by semi-robotic servants.

“Our client wants a copy of her psych record, that’s all I know. Unless you want to explain to your chief why next month there’s a budget shortfall, I suggest you just give us the information.” The man asking for the information appeared middle-aged, but every time his arms or neck moved there was the slight buzz of electric motors. Most likely, he was a very early model cyborg, when they still used servos – he was probably older than he looked.

The officer sighed, logged into the police database, and searched it for information on the body. “Jennifer Wright, age thirty. No known illnesses, broke left wrist at age nine." He paused briefly, glanced at the other man to indicate just how annoyed he was at having to go through all this. "Possession of domination-themed pornography at age twenty-eight, no history of violence or even sexual activity. Evaluated to be sexually repressed but not a threat, let off with a fine of eight thousand credits per year and loss of voting rights. Two parking tickets. No insurance.”

The officer copied the file to the other man’s tablet with a casual swipe. “Guess she’s yours.”

The other man inspected the file and then stuffed the small tablet in his pocket. He looked around to see two vans approach, escorted by private security drones. “Just in time too.” He casually picked up the body and put it down in the back of a black hover car, where it stirred and moaned in pain.

The vans pulled over and men in white coats emerged. One of them approached the police officer, the others hurried to collect the bodies.

1.1 Jenna

She opened her eyes. A large dark blur occupied the center of her vision, in the distance were brighter blurs. A bright light was to the left of her, a soft surface to the right. A brief pain in her abdomen, and in somewhere she couldn’t place. Where was she? What happened? She tried to think, but her memories were faded, like she was seeing them through a thin white curtain. Did they belong to someone else? Only a few memories were clear. Her name was Jenna, she rented a crappy apartment and she owed her neighbor twenty-one credits and fifty cents. 

She could remember visiting someone. A family member. She had gotten into her car and was driving home. After that, nothing. Did something happen? Was she in the hospital? “Nurse…” She called out softly. Her tongue and lips were far too large, her voice too raspy, she didn’t recognize her own voice. A blur moved and she felt another sharp, brief pain in her side. Words were spoken. She couldn’t understand what was being spoken, the words were muffled, as though the speaker was wearing a helmet. The voice was male, that’s all she could determine. She tried to move her head, look at the man directly, but something was holding her head against the surface. Her consciousness faded, there was now nothing but blackness.

When her consciousness and vision returned she could see more clearly. The man – if it was still the same man – was wearing a white disposable hazard suit, the cheap kind. The light source was an array of powerful lamps on the ceiling, so she was probably laying on her side, strapped to some kind of surgical table. She tried speaking again, but her mouth was held shut by some kind of straps – how was that even possible? The man was silent this time, she followed him as he moved around the table she was on – how was that possible? There was some type of green object on the table where her body should be. It moved in synch with her breathing, that was probably her body. Did they paint her while she was unconscious? Wasn’t this a hospital?

Her memories were more clear now. She remembered coming home from a family visit and getting into her car. Someone cut her off! Now she remembered, a large grey van cut across three lanes, including hers, and she had to brake hard to avoid hitting them. After that, nothing. She tried moving, every part of her was tied down, even parts she didn’t know she had. The man in the hazard suit waved a device over her. She gave him what she hoped was an angry look, and then she saw her reflection in the hazard suit’s plastic face cover – she was a dinosaur!

1.2 Calvin

“Subjects one through four are clear failures, we’re still waiting for termination orders but you can start cleaning out the sequencers and microforges for the next batch.” An old man in company uniform stood in front of an audience of twenty, seated around a large round table. The room was darkened for the cheap holoprojector, which was showing a series of horribly disfigured men and women. The old man giving his presentation did so in a monotonous voice, going through all his talking points mechanically. He was clearly not paid to care. Calvin wasn’t either, but he was only a junior researcher, for him it was practically mandatory to appear invested. He sipped some of his lukewarm coffee while the old man went on to describe the functioning of the xeno tech recovered from the newly founded provinces. Calvin wished the old man would just skip this part, it was clear he had no idea and was just spouting techno talk to impress corporate. He doubted it was working. It didn’t matter anyway, funding would continue for as long as they produced results, and they were not short on results.

Using technology with a non-human origin, their team had initiated transformations that transcended the laws of biology and even physics as they understood them. Most of the test subjects did not survive, but with each batch, the percentage of successes was increasing. More importantly, the boundaries of what they could achieve were pushed further every time. Ten months ago, they were able to cause a rat to grow feathers. Today, they produced their fifth dinosaur-like creature out of a human carcass. It wasn’t a true dinosaur of course, it was a new organism with many sources of DNA, not merely that of an actual dinosaur, that was specifically engineered to resemble a dinosaur. They were close to this being their first official product, if they could only bring down the unit cost.

When the old man was done, it was Calvin’s turn. He stood up, and walked over to where his supervisor had been standing. He took his cup of worthless coffee with him, casually drinking a bit before setting the cup down and briefly looking at his tablet. He had to look the part, being cool and confident was more important than actually being any good, he had found. “Right. The current batch of materials has proven reasonably reliable, with only a fifty percent failure rate. In all cases where the new form failed to develop, the body was too severely damaged and even with energy nanite support the combined trauma caused complete organic failure. I’d like to request more intact carcasses next time.” Calvin glanced at David Singh, head of resource acquisition. David groaned and responded with: “Corporate is working on new legislation, but for now we have no choice but to wait until subjects are declared dead before claiming the body. We’re doing our best to make them sign off on bodies, but we’re competing with organ donor companies and such, so don’t expect miracles.”

Calvin nodded. He knew what the answer was going to be, but they had to put on this little play for the corporate suits. They had to understand that the fifty percent failure rate was a consequence of them having to work with broken bodies, and that the solution was fairly straightforward. He went on to show a schematic of the currently most promising test subject. 

“Subject 13-17-JW. Our customer for this one is the army, expeditionary branch. Subject has formed roughly as we expected, given the mix of DNA that went into creating it. The energy nanite swarm has bonded well and appears stable, maintaining a steady ratio with the body. However, there is some bad news as well. The subject’s neural pathways appear fully-formed, we think it may have retained some memories prior to the original body’s death. We do not believe it will impede the training phase of the project, however we advise manufacturing more test copies of this product. Now…”

One of the men in business suits waved to cut Calvin off. “Hold on. Retained memories? These specimen represent a significant investment, we do not want products thinking they are citizens with rights. Real citizens with ‘rights’ are trouble enough as it is.” A chuckle went through the small crowd. For a small handful, the chuckles were uncomfortable.

1.3 Jenna

The next day, after they had let her ‘loose’ Jenna had gotten a sense of her shape and size. The lab had turned her into a very small bipedal carnivorous dinosaur. She was probably no heavier than she had been as a human, which meant that as a dinosaur, she was frankly puny. Since waking up in the lab, she had come to terms with being a dinosaur. The only thing that disturbed her was how little being a dinosaur disturbed her – it simply felt right. What did bother her was that she was locked up in here and had to walk left and right and sit on command. stood in an empty room facing a transparent wall, following instructions. It was horribly demeaning but she played along, figuring it was in her interest to give the researchers what they wanted. The voice coming over the intercom was having a better time than she was, that much was certain. She could see scientists talking excitedly among themselves on the other side of the wall, and hear them whenever the intercom was turned on. They were amazed at her ‘intelligence’, and that she could apparently count to three. One of the scientists, a man with shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes watched her suspiciously every time he took notes on his tablet. She had a feeling she wasn’t fooling him, but for some reason he didn’t tell anyone.

The next exercise had her running an obstacle course. Jenna enjoyed this at least a little, and it let her get used to her new body. Again the scientists were watching from behind a transparent window, and presumably through the many cameras. It was the same people, including mister suspicious. He appeared to be taking fewer notes, and spent more time staring at Jenna. She could have sworn he was blushing the whole time. Pretending to be just casually walking by where the scientists were, Jenna briefly looked and winked at the blushing man from a position where no one else could see her left eye. The man couldn’t help but blush even harder, and looked away immediately. As she moved on, Jenna grinned, and she liked her toothy reflection in the window.

1.4 Calvin

Later that evening, Calvin sat at his desk, being a mildly suspiciously overeager employee. He wasn’t getting overtime, after all. One by one the others left, leaving the lab office a little quieter each time. Once everyone had left, Calvin put on his lab coat again and decided to go for a round in the labs. He casually greeted the single guard, and ignored the cybernetic soldiers standing stock still in their alcoves. He walked briskly past the cells holding the failed experiments, not even glancing at them. When he reached the lab holding Jenna, he pressed a button on his tablet, causing the video feed from the cameras in this part of the lab to loop. Then he inspected himself in the lab window’s reflection, and entered.

Jenna was in a sealed part of the lab, where she had a ‘nest’ of sorts to sleep in. No food or water, of course, the nanites were still ‘building’ their project, and would simply convert any food into more dinosaur. Jenna was standing by the edge of the sealed area, next to the transparent sliding door. She smirked as the researcher approached.

“Hi. I’m Calvin, I’m one of the people who made you.” Calvin said, blushing. Jenna cocked her head as she thought a dinosaur might, still smirking. Calvin put his hands behind his back. “I’m not buying it. How much do you remember?” He was still blushing and his voice was a little uneven, but he made his point. Jenna relented, and chuckled, looking at the ground. When she looked up she responded in her somewhat raspy voice. “Pretty much everything. I was in a car crash wasn’t I? What happened afterwards, did I win free dino-care somehow?” Calvin looked at his boots, cursing internally. “You were declared dead. Whatever you think you are, you are not Jenna Wright. Jenna Wright was declared deceased seventy-two hours ago and her lifeless body was transferred to this facility for – “ Jenna rolled her eyes and chuckled. “So that’s what you tell yourself? I bet my body wasn’t even cold yet. When they cut people up for their organs they aren’t even brain dead yet. You’re no different.” Calvin frowned, he knew she was right. Everyone knew, nobody cared, but everyone still pretended. He crossed his arms in front of him and tried to look at her sternly, but he knew he was failing. She continued. “But, that’s not why you’re here, is it?” Jenna put one fore claw high up on the sliding door beside Calvin, striking a pose she figured might be seductive. On this man anyway, to anyone else it would have looked like a confused dinosaur. “How about it?” Calvin’s heart thumped in his chest like a jackhammer as he opened the door.

1.5 Jenna

Jenna backed away slightly when the doors slid open. When the air of the two previously separated areas mixed, she could smell his arousal. She had always been aware there were people with odd kinks – she had her share of them – but never expected to run into someone like this in person. The government strictly enforced conservative values on the internet, and it was dangerous enough to produce or consume regular porn, let alone whatever this man was into. She smirked and put a claw on her hip. Doing so was awkward, her shoulders and hips were just structured wrong for it, but she adored playing the part of the seductress dinosaur. She grinned and slowly waved her tail side to side. “So… about those clothes…”

Calvin wasted little time taking his clothes off. Jenna didn’t think he was especially attractive, but given the circumstances he would do just fine. She pushed him onto the bed, and slid on top of him. This was going to be interesting, but she was going to be in charge. She may have been a small dinosaur, she was pretty sure she could take on an unarmed human. She maneuvered herself to let his erect member slide into her. It felt odd, but good; everything appeared to be functioning.

Jenna rocked herself up and down slowly; her feet didn’t reach the ground so she couldn’t push herself up that way. Calvin appeared to be enjoying himself, but also confused, or simply insecure. She grinned and decided to get a little more in character. “Rarrr…” She said, wiggling a claw in the air.

1.6 Calvin

Calvin went along with it, in a daze. He had hoped to have sex with a dinosaur, and here he was, and there the dinosaur was. Yet he couldn’t quite believe it, something in his mind wasn’t cooperating. Is this what happens when people get to live out fantasies? He went through the motions, letting Jenna ride his painfully erect penis. She put a claw on his chest and held up the other, making an obviously silly ‘rar’ sound. He pulled the claw to his face and kissed it; her claws were just so cute and wonderful. Jenna smiled when Calvin played with her claws, and indulged him, caressing his face with both fore claws at once.

His partner leaned forward and rested her claws on his shoulders, bringing her snout right above his face. Her breath was hot, her tongue was long and wet as it rolled over the side of his face. He kissed the tip of her snout, her warm skin felt like smooth leather. Her teeth were small hard objects caressing his cheek, her slitted yellow eyes were predatory, hungry; content to have sex… for now.

Calvin pulled her against him, feeling her lithe saurian hips press against his groin. The supple movements of the genetically engineered body sliding against his, the deceptively strong arms tearing into the fabric of the bed under him, they had done such a superb job of engineering her, there wasn’t a single thing about her that he didn’t like. They rocked for a far too brief moment before they came together. Jenna hissed, eyes closed, head thrown back. Her fore claws dug into the bed’s faux-leather cover while Calvin’s hands held her back tightly. 

They lay for a little bit, Jenna kissing and licking his face here and there, before Calvin decided it was time to call it a night. “I’ll have to come up with a story for the bed, maybe I can mask it with some other damage. Either way we should be able to continue as though nothing happened.” Jenna looked at the section of the lab that was meant to be her home and crossed her arms. “Like hell.” Calvin was still putting his trousers on, and paused. “What do you mean?” He really didn’t want this to blow up in his face. “I’m not going back to being a lab rat.” Jenna said. She pressed the door button and closed the sliding doors to her compartment. Calvin shook his head, moving his hand towards the button. “You have no choice. You can’t go out there anymore. Look at you, you think you can go twenty yards without being shot? They shoot humans who look foreign, what do you think they’re gonna do to you?” Jenna appeared undeterred, grinning. “You’re a scientist aren’t you? Figure something out. In fact, now that I have you here, when am I getting something to eat?”

Calvin paused again, drawing his hand back from the button. Did she know? They hadn’t planned for her being intelligent and figuring this out. “Well, you know it’s the military who commissioned you, right? Expeditionary department.” 

Jenna nodded. “That makes sense. Though I was half expecting to be sold to a theme park.”

“Well…” Calvin continued. “We created you with recovered energy nanites. We’re not sure precisely how they work, as they aren’t physical objects. They’re patterns of space and time that can spread and replicate, and manipulate matter and energy in ways that violate normal laws of physics and biology.”

“Uh-huh.” Jenna kept her eyes locked on Calvin. She didn’t have a scientific background but she wasn’t an idiot either. “Ok, so what does that have to do with me not getting food or water since waking up?”

“So… the basic problem is we don’t know what it’ll do. It might be poisonous to you.” Calvin blushed and hesitated as he spoke. It was a well-meaning lie in his view, but feigning ignorance wasn’t his strong suit.

“That’s bullshit.” Jenna’s expression was limited by her saurian features, but Calvin guessed she was frowning. “You guys couldn’t care less if the food was poisonous. You’d feed me food and if I get sick and die, you’d just clone up a new dinosaur.” Calvin watched the dinosaur as she casually walked around him, placing her between him and the exit. “What’s really going on, partner?”

1.7 Jenna

She had positioned herself to cut off Calvin’s escape route. She knew she couldn’t trust him; if he were trustworthy, he wouldn’t be working here. At the same time, she knew she couldn’t break out alone; she needed him, she couldn’t push him too hard. “What’s really going on, partner?” She asked, trying to be just menacing enough that he couldn’t wave her away.

The man didn’t answer straight away, instead spending a few awkward moments putting the remainder of his clothes on. When he eventually responded, his voice was trembling. “Ingesting matter might cause… uncontrolled growth.”

Jenna grinned. She wanted to raise an eyebrow, but the ridges over her head were rigid. “Uncontrolled how?”

A few minutes later, they were going down the corridor, further into the complex. Calvin was dodging questions about this growth thing, which only made Jenna more determined to find out what it was. Calvin had obviously hoped to have sex with her and then go back to the project, but Jenna was not going to let him. They would get out together, or get caught together. “It’s in here.” Calvin opened the door and Jenna went in, half-pushing Calvin along. They were in the hub of a storage area. From here, automated lorries moved containers in and out of the storage rooms and the exit. Jenna let Calvin issue some commands through one of the wall consoles. A lorry zoomed through one of the doors and returned seconds later with a pallet of huge plastic-wrapped slabs of meat. “It’s all artificial of course. But it’s pretty good, prepared well it’s barely distinguishable from the real thing.”

Jenna removed the plastic wrap from the first one and tried it. It honestly tasted good, much better than most of the vat-grown stuff she was used to eating. She could only imagine how good real meat must have tasted. The first slab she ate in small pieces, savoring each bite. But, each bite was bigger than the last, her appetite was getting the better of her. She asked Calvin for another one, and scarfed that one down in three bites. She was feeling a little warm, especially under her tail, her chest, and her cheeks. Was she getting aroused? That was an odd reaction to eating. Then she realized it wasn’t because she was eating, it was because she was growing. The bulge in her stomach vanished immediately, and she felt her skin tighten briefly as she grew. It felt amazing, even though the amount she grew was minimal.

And, she saw that Calvin was pitching another tent.

1.8 Calvin

Reluctantly, Calvin had shown Jenna where they kept the ‘meat’. He wasn’t worried about stealing expensive food – he was worried about being executed for treason. Still trembling, he gave his ‘partner’ another piece of meat, wondering how this could have gone so wrong so fast. He was due for a raise later this year too, all he needed to do was do his job and keep his head down. Now he considered himself lucky if this would merely get him fired. The dinosaur eyed him, blushing slightly. What was going on, was she horny again? The answer came when after eating another piece of meat, she liked his face and started fidgeting with his belt buckle. Her breath smelled like the meat she had just eaten, her tongue still slick with a little bit of imitation fat. Calvin had no choice but to unbuckle his own belt, before the horny dinosaur with her thumbless claws caused permanent damage to his groin.

Once he had undressed, Calvin was pulled down by Jenna, who lay on her back, with her arms folded in front of her, and her best attempt at puppy eyes. “Feeeeed me.” She whined, giggling and rubbing a hind paw over Calvin’s face. Calvin obliged, taking a slab out of its wrap and handing it to Jenna. She instead let him put it directly in her mouth, placing her fore claws on his shoulders instead. It was a bit too big for her, but she wasn’t relenting, so Calvin had to push the chunk of faux-meat down. The massive bulge slid down the dinosaur’s throat, and only briefly made the slightest bulge in her belly before dissolving. Jenna moaned and writhed. “Come on, take me, now. And feed me again.” Jenna spoke roughly, with barely restrained lust, her eyes on the pile of meat next to them, while caressing and pulling on Calvin with her claws.

He lifted a leg over Jenna’s tail and mounted her, thrusting down and forward as he did, the back of her thighs pressing against his belly. He fed her another piece of meat, and another. It’s what she wanted, and he gave it to her. Part of him was enjoying it, but a smarter part of him was screaming bloody murder at the situation. He simply kept pushing, and feeding her chunks of expensive fake meat, the dinosaur under him moaning and growing with each bite and thrust. “Yeah, keep going… more… more!” Jenna coaxed him on, caressing his head and back with her foreclaws, occasionally kissing and licking his face between bites. Calvin could feel her body and muscles expanding under him, every thrust met a little more resistance as the dinosaur grew larger and thicker. She was getting better at eating too, she was able to swallow the large pieces without help, and it wasn’t just because she was getting larger; she was getting more proficient. He gave her more pieces of meat, and she scarfed them down, pressing him against her chest as she swallowed. Calvin could hear the wet sounds of meat sliding down her throat, the flesh creaking and groaning when it expanded, the gurgling of the food dissolving, and finally Jenna’s suppressed growl as she climaxed.

After sex, Jenna insisted he keep feeding her. It seemed she enjoyed giving him orders. With no real choice in the matter, Calvin obliged. It would be easy for Jenna to do something that would attract attention, and that would be the end for both of them. Her ‘plan’ as she described it was simple – she would eat and grow, and once she was large enough, fight and kill the security team. The team was just one man and a dozen cybernetic slave troopers, armed mostly with stun guns and pistols. Jenna didn’t know about her other enhancements, like her regenerating tissue, but she would if she survived that fight. Calvin’s life was in her hands, even if she died, he would be blamed for the debacle, even if no one ever learned about them having sex, he would be blamed for the damages. He would be ruined for life. The only option was to help Jenna break out of the facility and go with her. He handed her another piece of meat, and another, and another. She was still moaning, growling a little, obviously still enjoying the process.

1.9 Jenna

Jenna was in bliss. She was vaguely aware of Calvin handing her expensive chunks of imitation meat, but her attention was entirely focused on the experience of it sliding down her throat and expanding her flesh. Every bit of pressure on the inside of her skin was bliss, and every next bit was even better. She was a balloon being inflated with power and mass and she wanted it to never end. She was clutching to Calvin, letting him stuff her maw with meat, but he briefly had to walk away. She heard him type something, followed by a chime from the wall terminal. A few seconds later the feeding resumed. Bigger pieces this time. Jenna heard something about entire fake animals, and some large number of credits. She didn’t care what it cost, she only wanted it inside of her, and part of her. She let go of Calvin to guide a fat pig into her mouth, letting it slide down her throat. Her neck distended massively, and her chest did too, then her belly. And the next pig came, as the alien technology floating around in her went to work inflating her once more. She growled, purred, almost rumbled when the second pig went into her mouth, panting after the bulge made its way down. After the pig came some type of animal she didn’t recognize, for the brief seconds it was in her view before vanishing down her gullet. And another, and another. Jenna was keenly aware that as she expanded, Calvin was left behind. Where as before, she was smaller than he, by now she was significantly larger. She wanted to smother him, cover him with her body and let him feel every part of her at once… But she also wanted to eat. Sex would have to wait, this was just as good. Next came more pigs, and more animals she didn’t recognize. She stroked her neck and belly as the meals went down, feeling the bulges travel, and then moaning as she felt her skin stretch over her expanding body.

Eventually, the pleasure had to end. The underside of her tail was moist, her entire lower body was still weak and quivering with pleasure, but Jenna had to rise. A voice came over the intercom; apparently the guard was concerned about ‘mister Guzman’s’ whereabouts, he was calling for him to report in. “It’s only a matter of time before he starts looking, if he doesn’t find me, he’ll sound the alarm.” Calvin was already putting his clothes on, once again. It seemed silly to Jenna, and she was glad she no longer needed clothing. She didn’t have to care anymore what anyone thought.

A few minutes later, she was going down the corridor where Calvin told her the guard and his automaton helpers were. The drones stood motionless in their alcoves, hands by their sides, sidearms holstered. Breathing calmly, they stared into the distance, patiently waiting for orders to come. They wore company uniforms and caps with ‘Telo Security’ and serial numbers on their chest. Jenna had always known these guys were real, she had just never met any in person. As far as she knew, anyway.

As she hurried down the corridor, Jenna’s sides constantly scraped the walls, and her back frequently impacted the ceiling; she couldn’t wait to be free of this confining space. The security guard came walking out of his office, perhaps alerted by the sound of the dinosaur’s footsteps – Calvin had assured Jenna that the cameras were on loop. He didn’t even have time to scream. She simply opened her mouth and closed it around the man’s upper torso. She lifted him up instinctively, to try and swallow him, but her head crashed into the ceiling, knocking a light off its fixture. The man’s arms flailed, he beat her on the side of the head, to no avail. Jenna saw the man still had a sidearm, and his blood-covered hand was desperately trying to unholster it. She bit down harder, crushing bone and squirting blood on the walls. The man cried out feebly, and then went limp. For a moment Jenna stood with the dead man in her mouth, feeling triumphant. She had won, easily. She had overpowered an armed man with nothing but her naked body, and it hadn’t even been been much of a fight. The feeling of power was intoxicating, part of her wanted someone to be here as witness. But, Calvin wasn’t here, he was bringing a truck to the exit. So, she simply lowered herself so she could raise her head and let the dead guard slide down her throat, like so much meat had done before him.

1.10 Calvin

 The big semi pulled up in front of the exit. Calvin backed it up so that the loading ramp was right in front of the door, no one would be able to see what was being loaded, not unless they walked right up to it. From the cabin, he opened the back doors and lowered the ramp. Through the rear camera, he saw the dinosaur come through the lab’s front doors, squeezing through and breaking apart the whole structure before walking into the opened trailer. When she did, the whole trailer moved, Calvin had to adjust the suspension settings to maintain some clearance. When she was inside, he closed the doors, raised the ramp, and slowly – painfully slowly – drove away.

There wasn’t really any proper ‘safe’ place for them to go, so Calvin simply drove towards where they would stand the best chance of hiding. To call any one area ‘disreputable’ was a bit ridiculous; most of the country was a combination of police state and lawlessness. Calvin took the truck to an area with disused warehouses, one of many dilapidated districts passed by decades of uneven economic development. He pulled over in one of the countless unlit streets. Massive buildings towered above, the sky bright with digital and holographic billboards and lights of more affluent districts. He walked around the trailer, made sure the coast was clear, then opened the doors.

“You drive like my mom.” Jenna said as she stepped out.

Calvin wasn’t worried about cameras. Nobody cared about monitoring this area, and even if they did, footage of a dinosaur would just get lost in the constant feed of bullshit videos and advertisements on the internet anyway. He looked around, trying to decide which of these buildings would be the best hideout. Jenna simply walked up to one of them and tore the doors open.

Calvin had hoped that this would be where they went their separate ways, but Jenna had other plans. He would have probably done the same in her position, he just didn’t want to be caught up in this any longer. He ended up buying furniture, lights, batteries, and other things needed to turn at least one of the warehouse rooms into something home-like. The bed wasn’t even really big enough, but it was a soft thing for her to lay part of herself on. And him, apparently. Jenna had been well-behaved most of the time, but she was getting frisky again once the bed was made. “Hmmm… how about it, mister Guzman?” She murred as she sat down behind Calvin, one forepaw on his crotch, the other caressing his chest. They were very lovely claws, he had to admit that. And, there wasn’t really any reason *not* to have sex, it wasn’t as though he would be more screwed one way or another.

Calvin threw his clothes on a heap and sat down on the edge of the bed. It still smelled of new, cheap fabric. His dinosaur partner leaned close and gently pushed him backwards with a fore claw, letting him fall on his back on the bed. She moaned softly as she positioned herself above him. He hadn’t even touched her yet, Calvin was curious what was so enjoyable. For a moment he simply looked up at the saurian chest, holding on to the fore claws resting on his shoulders. “So er…” He said. He craned his head to see her face, she was just smirking at him. 

Then she lowered herself on him slowly. Her weight was suffocating, she had eaten thousands of pounds of fake meat, which had since become real meat, now pressing down on him. He could feel the muscles contracting and expanding, though there was a layer of pudge between them and him. He didn’t remember making that a priority. His hands were besides his head, pressed against the front area of her belly, his member was firmly pressed down by her belly. She was not putting all her weight on him; if she were, he’d have been looking as the back of his own head by now. She moved side to side, moaning softly, putting a bit more weight on him and pushing him further into the mattress. This was getting a bit uncomfortable, he couldn’t move at all. He tried struggling, but it achieved nothing, except elicit another slight surprised moan from Jenna.

The mass lifted off of him, and he took a deep breath. Calvin pushed himself up as the cheap mattress rebounded into its original shape. A fore claw immediately pushed him back to the bed. “We’re not done yet…” Jenna rumbled, grinning lazily. “I think we need to cement our new relationship, don’t you agree?” Calvin looked up at her, mouth slack. He wasn’t quite sure what she meant. The dinosaur shifted her position and held one massive hind claw close over Calvin. She grinned lazily. “Kiss it.” She said. “I think we can both agree I’ve grown a bit since we first met. Now I’m your mistress, and you will kiss my foot. And anything else I tell you to kiss.” The claw continued hovering over Calvin’s body. He hadn’t really considered this happening. He really liked the claw, but he didn’t like being threatened with it. “Can we talk about this?” He said, touching a toe with a hand. The skin around the pad felt smooth and firm, like thick leather. She responded by pressing the claw down slowly, but firmly, the middle claw ending on the top of his chest, the other toes pressing down on his arms. The pressure mounted slowly as he was again being pushed into the mattress, but it wasn’t a soft belly doing so this time. The large claw on middle toe was starting to dig into the skin, and he started feeling dizzy as he could not inhale. “Hrgmt.” Was all he could say without air. “What was that?” Jenna asked innocently, continuing to press down. “Hrmt.” Calvin was close to passing out, he felt something warm flowing down his neck. Then the pressure went away. He inhaled as though he had been underwater for too long. The claw was still there, resting on his chest, occasionally shifting when Jenna wiggled her toes slightly. Then she moved her foot so the pad of the middle toe was over his face, gently pressing down again. Calvin didn’t really have a choice anymore, he kissed the underside of her toe, too thankful to no longer be choking to think about much else. After this, Jenna again respositioned, taking her claw off of Calvin and placing the underside of her tail over his member. He guided his member in when she came down, before the oppressive weight of her body pressed his body into the bed once more. She started moving up and down slowly, obviously carefully, but the weight was still suffocating. Calvin timed his breaths to coincide with when the dinosaur moved up, bracing every time she came down. He kept his hands on the inside of her thighs. He couldn’t tell how much time had passed or was passing. Jenna filled his entire vision and sense of the world. Eventually he came, and judging by the growl and roar from above, Jenna came too. Calvin’s last thought before passing out was how she could possibly have been stimulated enough by his relatively small member.

1.11 Jenna

She had enjoyed the power she held over Calvin, she had relished in feeling her powerful claw push down on the frail human body. Feeling her own heavy mass move up and down over the much smaller man was amazing, simply the knowledge alone that she could squash him whenever she wanted was intoxicating. The member she was riding wasn’t large enough to reach deep into her, but it didn’t matter – simply the fact that she was so much larger than him was enough. They came roughly together, though hers lasted much longer, and by the time she moved off of him to lick his face, her ‘partner’ had passed out.

She lay there for a while, her head and upper torso on the bed, one fore claw around Calvin. She was not sated. Her lower half occasionally shifted, she flexed the large muscles of her thighs and calves idly. She wanted more than being a self-declared boss of a dump like this. Even though she had gotten the man next to her to call her mistress, the feeling that she was still a loser was creeping in; she had to become more than this somehow. She saw the torn bag of one of the items Calvin had bought, along with the product it showed a group of cheerful people smiling at the camera. It gave Jenna an idea.

A dozen men and women ran from the debris cloud, holographic advertisements popping up around them, quickly scanning their irises and showing them targeted ads, or if that wasn’t possible, showing generic ones. Behind them were screams and carnage, as shoppers were caught by the monster that had come in through the parking lot entrance. A lone mall cop emptied his sidearm into the creature, but it didn’t even notice him. It merely bit into him, lifted him up, and swallowed him whole. The creature moved fast, trashing everything in its path, running down and devouring dozens of terrified people. There seemed to be no end to its hunger, and every victim devoured made it slightly larger. Within minutes of the rampage starting, the creature had doubled in size, and thundered through the mall with heavy footsteps, leaving a trail of debris, smoke, and bloodstains.

Once everyone in the mall had either been devoured or escaped, Jenna smashed through one of the walls to get to the next area. Broken transparent plastic panels and display panels rained down around her as she left the mall and entered whatever was next to it. She had no idea what she would find, she hadn’t planned this in any detail. The neighboring area turned out to be more industrial, with fewer citizens scattered about, walking among steel pipes and tanks. People immediately started running, and Jenna was able to catch only a few before everyone was gone. She huffed, annoyed, looking around for more food. She saw an advertisement promoting cheap imitation hamburgers, the kind she had eaten her share of in the past. Supposedly the price had gone ‘down’ to five credits and ninety-nine credits. “Liars.” She thought to herself as she lumbered past the display. Then she paused. Turning her head sideways, she looked back at the corporate logo in the corner, noticing the same logo was printed on the tanks and the side of the building under it. She sniffed the pipes, they smelled of steel and not much else. “Do they make hamburgers in here? Would make sense, it’s just crap they squirt between two buns.” Jenna thought to herself as she walked along the pipes, following them to wherever they were going. She found the factory, little more than a number of steel reaction vats, pipe spaghetti, and a control booth. She caught one of the workers as they attempted to flee, the remainder fled back into the control booth, but the smell of something meat-like caught her attention. There was something in the vats that smelled vaguely like processed meat. There was a single spot where tanker trucks were loaded with whatever they were making here, a parking spot large enough for a large semi truck, and a moveable pipe they presumably used to fill them up with. She sauntered over to the loading spot, knocking over a parked motorcycle and trashing several pipes and machines. Jenna craned her head in the direction of the control booth and rumbled at them. “Turn it on!”

The workers inside looked at each other, confused. Jenna roared at them to get their attention again. “Turn it on and feed me whatever crap you’re making here, or I’m eating *you* instead!” The workers did something to the controls, and machines started whirring and pumping. Before long, a warm red sludge of cheap imitation meat came pouring out of the loading pipe. Jenna carefully moved her jaws around the pipe and let it flow into her throat. She only tasted the meat briefly, and it was bland. But soon the flow reached her belly, and started gradually increasing. Her whole body started expanding, all her skin at once felt tight, her form swelling with power. Her vantage point started rising slightly, aside from the machines of the factory, she heard the sounds of her own flesh stretching like a wet balloon. Her body was a raging fire, a mountain, rising higher and higher and wider and wider. Jenna’s eyes went wide as ecstasy overtook her. She felt herself becoming more, and more, and more, and she wanted it to never end. Jenna’s legs became weak with pleasure, she felt her nether region becoming moist, and she reached down with her fore arms. Her arms were now far too small to reach back that far, or rather, the rest of her had grown far too large. She moaned in pleasure and frustration as her lower area grew larger and thicker, massively thick and strong thighs rubbing against her swelling belly, her thick and heavy tail bumping into the side of the building, knocking over stone and steel.

Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end. The flow stopped, and Jenna pulled at the pipe in frustration. The machinery groaned, some parts broke, but the flow did not resume. She released the mangled pipe from her jaws, and it fell to the ground with a clang. Jenna looked at the main vats of the factory. It was possible there was more in them, but she would have to smash them open, and feeding from them directly would be a hassle. She didn’t want to be out here any longer than she had to; enforcers would come, and she was more interested in a meal than a fight. She turned around, lumbering out of the factory. Her tail lazily smashed millions of credits worth of machinery, she relished in the feeling of her body’s massive inertia, and the incredibly strength in her legs that allowed her to move. The sensations of her own massive body moving, the thunder of her heavy footfalls, the tremors traveling through her flesh, all further stimulated her. She was so horny, she had to get back to Calvin and have him service her. They would probably track her down, she was too large to hide now, but she didn’t care; she just had to get her fix, then get back to eating. After that it wouldn’t matter anymore if they found her.

She’d just kick their asses.

1.12 Calvin

He had woken up alone, feeling sore. The blood on his chest and neck had dried up, the small wound was covered with coagulated blood. He sat up and picked up his tablet. Nothing in his work inbox. Good, they still didn’t know. Chances were, they wouldn’t find out until morning. He should get out of the country before then. “Good thing they only try to keep people out, nobody cares about people leaving…” He’d have to get a used car of course, he’d never stay hidden in public transit with all the iris scanners everywhere. Calvin started going through his accounts, sending his money to a foreign e-bank. The truck was owned by the company; he had shut down its GPS and transponder but it would be immediately recognized at a checkpoint, so he couldn’t use it come morning, or outside the city. He pondered withdrawing all his money in cash when he heard a deep thumping; something large was approaching.

A giant head pushed the warehouse doors apart. The metal doors, only kept in place with duct tape, fell to the ground with a clang and a ringing. Jenna tried to push in, but she was just too large; even her neck was too thick and bent the wall. The beast let out a frustrated, bestial growl, then locked her eyes on Calvin. She spoke in her old voice, accompanied by a deep rumble.“Hey. Come outside.”

Calvin, shaking, walked outside. He tried putting his clothes on, but Jenna growled and told him he didn’t need clothes for this, so he simply obliged, naked. There was no one around outside; there hadn’t been before, no reason why they’d be there now. Jenna was enormous, over thirty metres long and heavily built. This was… largely what the military had asked for. He had seen computer simulations, and even though she had developed almost precisely as planned, it was still surreal seeing it. The alien nanites had constructed bones and tissues far stronger than anything naturally-occuring – as they had done in all the tests. Seeing a machine test a bone sample and quantify for you its amazing strength was one thing. Seeing a creature made possible by such amazing feats of biological engineering loom over you… was another.

“Hrrrrr…” The giant head lowered until its lower jaw was almost touching the ground, the underside of the neck spreading on the cracked parking lot. Her breath was hot, and her breathing fast – fast for a creature of her size anyway, she was clearly excited. “We need to get you erect.” She opened her jaws and extended her tongue. He could feel the enormous wet thing slide between his legs, caress the underside of his genitals, and curl up around his butt. Calvin was lifted up by the tongue, it pushed his legs apart, the hot wet mass so slippery he immediately grabbed hold of Jenna’s snout. He clung for dear life as she started moving her tongue back and forth, it and her hot breath made his entire body a wet slippery noodle. His feet found purchase on the dinosaur’s lower lip, he had to be careful to avoid stepping on the giant teeth. Jenna only went on for a brief while, until his erection was so hard it hurt.

She let him down, and gave him a kiss before she smirked and laid down, rolling over on her back. Calvin climbed onto her with some difficulty; her hide was smooth and he was wet and slippery. He heard a murr and rumble by the time he was sitting on the underside of her tail. Calvin’s weight barely made much of an impression on Jenna’s thick hide. He could see the top of her head over the dome that was her belly; she blew him a kiss, probably. “This is silly, how are you even going to notice me?” Calvin still didn’t get it. He laid down over her slit, inserting his penis. It wasn’t quite a hallway, but still, he wasn’t reaching any of the sensitive flesh further down, let alone her clitoris. He could probably reach it with his hands, but it was probably best to wait for her to say so. Calvin started humping. It was an odd experience, like having sex with a supersized leather couch that had a slit in it. He pushed as hard as he could, and for some reason Jenna was rumbling contently. He looked up and saw her looking back at him, grinning.  “Keep going.” She rumbled. Calvin obliged. Her legs were moving slowly, toes curling and uncurling. After several minutes of humping what was effectively the ground, Calvin came though simple mechanical stimulation. Not long thereafter, Jenna roared and came as well. Calvin was puzzled what had happened, but he was too tired to care very hard. He slid off her tail, landing on the dirty parking lot with his wet naked feet. “Hey, wait.” Calvin was walking back to the warehouse when Jenna called to him. He turned to see her rolling over on her side, reaching out with her comparatively tiny fore claws, as though asking for a hug. Calvin really wanted to get going, he didn’t have time for an after-sex cuddle, but he still wasn’t in a position to say no. He started walking back to Jenna when he heard the high-pitched whine of an approaching turbine.

|1.13

The gunship pilot maneuvered his craft between the tall buildings towards the target. The display showed a thermal image of the target and its location. The sensor feed was coming from a drone further up, the gunship itself was all guns and missiles and just enough fuel to get to the target and back. Red triangles on the display indicated approaching friendly ground forces. The gunship turned the last corner to find the creature on its side on a parking lot between old warehouses. The craft’s gunner confirmed target using the neural link – a formality, that only took a fraction of a second – and upon receiving confirmation, opened fire. A stream of depleted uranium and laser-guided missiles streaked towards the creature. A cloud of red mist formed where hundreds of slugs vanished into the target. Missiles exploded exploded against the target’s side. The sensor reading became a blur. “Command confirm thermal reading, I’m seeing a very diffuse signature, thermal targeting disabled.” The pilot sent a digital request for a radar image instead. Between the city’s structures it would be inaccurate but it was better than nothing. Smoke clouds obscured his view of the creature, making it briefly impossible to fire laser guided missiles. But something else was wrong, he couldn’t hear his gunner. The pilot pressed the button for the old-fashioned intercom and received nothing but static. Then displays started failing. The smoke was clearing and he saw the creature had gotten to its feet, coming this way. The image was blurred, but the pilot could make out no injuries. The craft’s guns started firing again, wildly spraying slugs in the direction of the creature. Those slugs that struck the creature caused wounds that rapidly healed. Error messages started flooding the remaining displays. The targeting laser was malfunctioning. The gun synchronization and stabilization systems were malfunctioning. The last thing the pilot read was the thrust vector system malfunctioning.

-

The ground force moved slower,  but still at a respectable pace. Several tanks led a force of a thousand cybernetic troopers on foot. None of the men in the force had free will, none cared if they lived or died, none had any thoughts other than fulfilling the mission. The force was ordered to march to attack a target in a certain location, but the location kept changing. Following a trail of destruction left by the creature, the force chased their quarry through the city. They encountered few survivors. Eventually they found their prey in an open area; an impossibly large bipedal dinosaur, feasting on spectators of a gladiatorial arena. The troops fanned out, taking cover behind pieces of debris and vehicles, while the tanks simply opened fire with their main guns. The creature stepped down from the ruined stadium, each step causing a tremor. It roared, and if there were glass windows anywhere in the area, they would have shattered. The troops received the order to fire, and in unison unloaded their weapons. Guided rockets failed to launch but machine guns fired just fine. Most projectiles hit, and did absolutely no damage whatsoever. The creature lumbered towards the tanks, and simply stepped on them one by one, biting on to the barrel of the last one and ripping the entire turret off. The cybernetic troops collectively screamed and entered a suicidal frenzy once the creature came close, tearing their own skulls apart with their cybernetically enhanced arms, putting guns to their own heads, or detonating their own grenades. Once the force was dealt with, the monster simply moved on. The city beckoned like a free buffet.

-

On the holo display, the assembled staff observed the battle. A dozen men in various uniforms sat at a dark transparent table, numerous displays on, above, and around the table showing the battle, the creature, and various units in the area. None of the decorated men betrayed much emotion. “Send a force to secure the premises of our bio engineering contractor, and have their personnel rounded up and brought to the facility. I want to know how *our* bio weapon ended up loose on our own streets.” The general rubbed his temples with his eyes closed, he couldn’t look at the images any more.

“And then execute them?” One of his aides offered in a neutral voice. The general looked at his aide, some contempt in his eyes. The young man had a faint, but wicked grin on his face that the general detested. 

“No, then we produce another one – one that we can control.” The general tapped a button on the display next to his chair. The main display changed to show the entirety of Zubronia, with Edria the capitol, and the creature right in the middle. The map ended with the ‘contested territories’, a five-hundred kilometer strip around the border, going into virtually all neighboring countries. Several red dots floated high over the territory in a rough string. “Units seven and eight will be in range momentarily. Commence de-orbit burn when appropriate.”

Other members of the assembly gasped, or whispered, but none dared counter the general.

-

Up in orbit, an ugly amalgamation of modules and pipes rotated, pointing a cluster of thrusters in the direction it orbited. Below was the Tustrium Expanse, the toxic wasteland that comprised most of the Zubronia nation. In the distance, the Edria Zone was visible from space as a sea of light, the city that had overtaken and absorbed countless smaller ones into a single vast sea of decaying technology. The thrusters fired, gimbals constantly adjusting to land the payload precisely where it was needed. Once spent, the thrusters and accompanying tankage separated, drifting away from the main body to partially burn up in the atmosphere, and partially crash near the target and cause collateral damage. Solar panels were discarded too, they would not survive re-entry and would not be needed regardless. Flames started licking the heat shield as the craft hit the atmosphere, and soon it was wreathed in flame. Once it had slowed down enough, the heat shield detatched and crude fins deployed, guiding the craft further while round containers on the craft started glowing red internally. And finally, once the massive buildings came into view, the craft fired its rockets. Green flames erupted from a trio of nozzles, the insides of which started ablating slowly. The craft decelerated more quickly than any human-built craft had a right to, releasing the last of its support structure and stretching out three spider-like legs to land deftly amidst the burning ruins and slagged remains of the cityscape it had just bathed in radioactive fire. Guns deployed from the side and scanners activated as the machine started hunting its prey.

1.14 Jenna

She was devouring everything. After she had accidentally swallowed a car, Jenna discovered she could digest it just as easily as she could meat. She was briefly angry with herself for going through so much trouble to find proper ‘food’, she set about eating as much as she could, including vehicles and small buildings. It tasted awful and the metal left small cuts in her mouth, but the wounds healed instantly and the bigger she grew, the less it hurt her. She scooped up a truck like it was nothing, then an entire section of street, panicked citizens, cars, tarmac and all. A falling star caught her attention. They weren’t meant to be green. The object landed near her, in an area she had just fed upon. A second object wasn’t far behind. She slowly turned and walked towards the first landing site, relishing how her thunderous footsteps drowned out every other sound in the city and caused visible tremors in the buildings.

She started walking through the smoke – most of it her own making, but not all – and found a small insect-like machine perched in a glowing crater. Everything here felt unpleasantly warm, and she saw scores of bodies in a wide area on the ground. They had survived her rampage, but whatever this thing was emitting had killed them even more efficiently. She moved to challenge this new invader when it quickly spun around and fired at her. A red beam and a stream of projectiles erupted and peppered her face. She closed her eyes and backed away, letting her side and rear soak up the damage. The projectiles must have been larger than milk bottles, and probably depleted uranium or something worse, and while each projectiles was a mere pin prick, she had no intention of being a pin cushion. There was a roar – not hers – and something flew overhead, landing on the roof of a building near her. The insect machine resumed firing from its new perch, downwards this time. Closing her eyes again, Jenna turned away and slammed her tail into the building. It hurt, but the building hurt even more. It immediately started to crumble as the middle section gave way. The machine was slightly too slow with firing its engines, causing it to be struck by a piece of debris. It flew off, but unsteadily, landing in an unfortunate spot on a small factory, legs becoming entangled in pipes and cables. A second machine arrived, landing on the other side of Jenna, and started its attack.

Seeing an opportunity, Jenna lumbered towards the trapped insect machine, soaking up laser fire and countless projectiles, but getting close enough to bite the enemy and crush it in her jaws. She immediately let the remains fall out of her mouth; she had no intention to swallow any of it. The second machine jumped through the air and landed somewhere behind her. She decided to run forward, towards a cluster of skyscrapers. She again knocked a building over, and turned around, taking cover behind a different building. The machine, its vision obscured by the dust and debris cloud, jumped closer, onto the street between buildings. Jenna roared and charged, not allowing her enemy time to withdraw. It fired its weapons and started lifting off when the dinosaur got close, but she halted its rise by putting one mighty hind claw on it and crushing it to the ground. Her wounds still healing, Jenna let out a mighty bellow and resumed her gorging.

She devoured more small buildings, sections of larger ones, and eventually she attacked the skyscrapers themselves. They would collapse after the first bite, but that only made the remains easier to eat. The metal beams were still unpleasant and painful to eat, but the bliss of her continued expansion was more than enough to make it worthwhile. Jenna stopped paying too much attention to her surroundings, other than what she planned to put in her mouth. She crashed through the city, casually walking into buildings, damaging or even knocking them over without a second thought. She could still feel every part of her body expanding, even with her mind having great difficulty truly grasping just how massive she was. She could see that she was growing taller than the skyscrapers now, because that’s where her eyes were. But exactly how high that was, she didn’t know. Because of her inertia, she had to almost plan her movements ahead of time, and once she was going, she was committed. Not that that was a problem, as there was nothing that could stand in her way. If she misjudged a distance and her foot landed on a building, it was the building that paid the price. In her intoxicated state she devoured more and more, eating entire sections of skyscrapers, sections of ground, and whatever was on or under them. She had no idea if she was still killing or eating people, or where Calvin was. She was so large now, people weren’t even a relevant meal for her anymore. Jenna briefly felt sorry she had essentially ‘lost’ Calvin. Even if he had survived, she wouldn’t be seeing him again, he’d most likely be fleeing the country. It was a shame, since he was probably the only one who would enjoy her lording over him, who thought she was attractive. She actually really would like to have him back right now, roll on her back and have him service her. The idea of the tiny man completely dwarfed by her genitals aroused her, they could do the same thing again, only more extreme. She kept eating. She dwarfed the buildings now, she was truly a monster. Probably even a nuclear weapon would be useless against her. She had won, or so she thought. She rumbled happily, getting ready to devour the next skyscraper, when she spotted movement, and a shadow fell over her…