Written by KaijuLulu and CloudKaiju!


Frankie the construction worker stood at the edge of a smoking crater, her smudged face agog. It was only one of many vast impacts that now littered the dusty site, and her ears still rung from the conflict, not aided by the violet imp zipping around her head piping, “WE DID IT, WE SAVED THE CITY FROM THE VILLAINOUS BOMBARDIER! JUSTICE!”

“Yeah… sure did, Virtu,” Frankie started, “But think I’m startin’ to regret askin’ Megan to pick me up from work for tonight’s date.”

“YAY! MEDLEY SAVED YOU FROM CERTAIN DOOM!”

“Sure, yeah, but,” she dusted some debris from her high-vis vest, “would that ‘doom’ ‘ave even been ‘ere if it ain’t followed her?”

“NOPE!” Virtu beamed cheerfully. “MEDLEY, WELL DONE!”

The earth quivered as a gigantic footfall came, followed by another, pebbles and gravel bouncing with each impact. Frankie felt her heart flutter again as her eyes rose up towards the gigantic tire around an ankle, the orange and grey cladding hugging the positively gargantuan form of her superheroic paramour, looming over a hundred feet to her wide snout high above.

“Frankie? Virtu? You guys oka- ah, hey!” Megan’s voice, tempered with a mechanical rumbling echo, brightened as she spotted them far below. “Sorry about the mess, that guy’s a real pain in the ass- uh, speaking of, how do I look? Does this make my butt look big?”

So saying, the titanic hero carefully turned, her armoured frame broken up by ladders, doors and elements of the dumptruck, to reveal the absolute “dumptruck” of her dark, tirelike behind.

“THE FRANKIE SURVIVES!”

“Ah, y-yeah,” Well-toned arms folded over one another as the construction worker’s face lit up red as a stop sign, “Don’t worry, you look beautiful- with extra emphasis on the booty.”

An involuntary smirk cracked across Medley’s massive hippo-like muzzle, “Thanks, Frankie. You, uh, you too. So, I’ll just go unmerge from the truck, and then I should probably fit in the theater with–”

“True, we cooooould still be doin’ that, oooooor…”

“Or…?” One door-ear cocked quizzically.

“Or we could… well, I’ve never gotten to drive the big, big truck before, and… y’know, it was fun to merge before, right?” Frankie peered up, trying to look cute in turn, and not just ogle. “Can hit an outdoor theatre for one ticket, or clean up a little?”

Virtu piped up, “YES! YES! IT IS GOOD TO PREPARE FOR FURTHER PERIL! TRAIN THIS POTENTIAL SIDEKICK, MEDLEY!”

“W-well, I suppose getting used to fusing with people could be handy, if that’s really how you wanna spend another date.” Megan considered, then carefully lowered herself down, the impact of her rear sending up a small dust cloud and almost knocking Frankie up her feet. “Come here, you.”

The woman almost bounced with glee as a truck sized hand reached down, and she clambered on, finding herself lifted up, up, and up as if at a fairground ride. A bright eye, tusked mouth and wide snout met her, the metal of Megan’s cheeks somehow blushing. Then she leaned in, as if to kiss the metal of her partner, and the world shifted.

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“Wow.” Medley mumbled, feeling the two voices swirl in her head, bursting with excitement, nerves, adoration, and a not unsurprising dose of passion. There was only a small burst of growth, adjustment as her form fused with the equivalent of a minifigure, but to half her perspective it was like getting vertigo. “Damn we’re massive.”

“We’re still sitting, see,” She giggled, glancing down with a keener blush to see a second bust and arms, equipped with great buckets of the dumptruck, making their presence known. “Ah, there’s the Frankie signature. H-hey, don’t play with us, we’re in public, remember?”

“Just makin’ sure everythin’ fits.” She adjusted the cups orange metal around the four caravan sized mounds with an unconvincing smile, then flexed the impressive arms eagerly. “Alright, see, I know a quarry, we can easily go, bring enough to clog up all the craters and that’s the civic duty all done and dusted, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Medley giggled to herself as she stood, tiny exhaust tail flicked as her monstrous legs found the balance after a moment, easily stepped over the fence surrounding the worksite, and into the highrise streets of downtown Seawind. Only to come to an abrupt stop, cars honking around her ankles.

“One problem,” She glanced back, seeing their even larger dumptruck rear brushing both sides of the street, rubber squeaking off of stone, “We’re too wide.”