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Mutation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Lucky115

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Set in the Resident Evil universe.

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“Agh!"

Rose hurled headlong down the long, ornately decorated hallway, wall hangings spaced between what looked to be oil paintings – but that was not something she would have known all that much about. Her breath raked in her windpipe as she heaved herself around, blonde hair flying over her shoulder as she wheeled around a corner. It was lighter than it had been, though that could have been the gaunt nature of her face enhancing that effect.

Frankly, she remembered little why she was there, in the castle, or why her head was pounding, as if she had been hit over the head – perhaps? It was hard to say, one way or the other, as her breath raked through her lungs and she brushed into a wall hanging, scattering a flurry of insects!

“Ah! Get off!"

Rose snarled, stumbling in her flight, swatting the flying insects away from her

“Oh, dear… You must not leave. There must be enough for everyone…"

Rose clenched her jaw, forcing her already aching legs into further action, hurling herself onwards. Her powers would kick in soon enough, she was sure, though they were hardly something she naturally leaned into, considering the regeneration was unnatural to her. But the Mold had changed her too, yet she remained raw and untested.

Lady Dimitrescu called to her, her heavy stride deliberately placed on a floor above. Rose tried to run quietly – but whoever did that? There was no way to stop her shoes from slapping the floor, seeming to echo despite the carpet lining the centre of the ancient castle hallway.

“You will have needed that rest, Rose Winters," Lady Dimitrescu growled, her voice dropping an octave, which didn't bode well for Rose. “I will hunt you… I will break you…"

“Do it!" Rose hissed, though her voice was too low, of course, to be heard. “I'm not giving in without a fight… Not this time."

She hurled down the stairs to another level, though it was not the main staircase that led down to the entrance hall with the polished, wooden bannisters. That one was smaller and stone, seeming to be a back passage of sorts – but she didn't even know where she was going. She slammed into a door with an ornate, gold seal on in and scrambled, opening it but barely even knowing where she was going or what she was trying to do.

No… No, it wouldn't open! Cursing herself, she darted back down the hallway, taking a narrower staircase that looked like it had to be for servants or the like.

“Mmmm… I smell blood… Mother, the manthing is near!"

That wasn't Lady Dimitrescu but one of her daughters and Rose bit down the rise of bile in the back of her throat as she dived down the stairs to another floor, though she didn't recognise the hallway there either, a dirty mirror with its shroud cast off ahead of her.

If she had seen all three daughters side by side, they would not have looked alike: that was one sliver of information Rose had picked up in the castle. Memories flitted back to her, of Lady Dimitrescu looming over her, something about Miranda… But her head was still fuzzy and her body threw everything it had into fleeing danger, heart pounding, her vision focusing and sharpening in a hot surge of adrenaline.

“You're not going to get far, Rose…"

Insects flurried around her and Rose inhaled, a strangled shriek ripping itself from her lungs. Before her eyes, as she skidded to a hasty halt, she stumbled over her own feet, horror freezing her as Bela materialised.

The daughter of Alcina rose tall, cloaked in dark shroud of a dress that rustled against the carpet with every step. Her hair may have been blonde at one point, but the dim confines of the castle gave her a more muted, horrifying look, her mouth stained with blood as her lips stretched into a terrifying, stomach-churning grin.

“Ah, there you are, Rose Winters," Bela said, her voice oddly sharp as if each word had been cut separately as she spoke them. “Our mother is expecting you. Though she adores a hunt too!"

Bela did not speak with the same refined lilt to her voice that Lady Dimitrescu did, yet it sliced into her core as Rose reeled. Bela advanced, step by slow step, as if the vampiric creature knew her quarry would not get away. But Rose was going to escape.

“Not a man," Rose hissed, hands balled up into fists, though she wheeled around the corner, heading back partially the way she came. “Never…"

It was the only act of defiance she had at her disposal, cold sweat marking her skin and her hair stuck to her nape. Behind her, Rose cackled, and Rose had the sick feeling that she was being herded somewhere.

Ducking into a room, she slammed through the door and chased through what seemed to be a reception room with a large fireplace and comfortable armchairs. The castle was well-maintained where Lady Dimitrescu clearly resided – and that meant it was no safe place for her to be.

Lunging through a doorway, she raced with hell on her heels, the rippling pull of cloth and sharp laughter telling her what she feared. They were closing in – all of them. It was a hunt she was never meant to escape from, although their laughter echoed down the hallways, through the rooms, haunting even what they did not inhabit.

Rose steeled herself, whipping around as she burst into what seemed to be a bedroom, though she had little sense of her own bearings by that time. All she knew was, in her bid to escape, she'd gone up another level, the castle a maze of hallways and odd rooms and even back passages. Regardless, her heart pounded with the sense that she was being forced somewhere.

“No more…"

She wheeled, pulling at her powers – ah, but they slipped through her fingers like water. She was not used to them yet, not practised, yet they were all Rose had as she clenched her jaw and thrust her hands out before her.

The towering figure of Lady Dimitrescu folded herself through the doorway like the insectoid beast she truly was, but the vampiric creature did not need that side of herself to call on spine-chilling terror. Her hat brushed the doorframe, long, white dress swishing against the floor, though she straightened with a grin that had struck fear into the heart of many a human before.

“Oh, come now, dear," Lady Dimitrescu all but purred, yet there was no warmth in her tone. “Your father, a worthless manthing, led me on quite a chase too. It is only fitting that I claim his daughter, in the end."

She growled, backing away, heart hammering.

“No… No, I will never be yours!"

She slammed her powers through herself: a show of raw force. They left her breathless, hair whipping back from her head and neck, stealing air from her lungs. She'd tried to weaken Lady Dimitrescu, for it was all she could think of in the moment, but her legs shook even as she regenerated. Her body fuelled her with strength and energy and Rose could only be glad that part of her powers worked in the background, without her actively needing to think about them.

Lady Dimitrescu's daughters flanked her, the full force of Rose's untamed and untried powers blasting them, dresses pulling back as if in a heave of wind. Rose gasped, sweat rolling down her brow, and wrenched herself away with a cry.

“Agh!"

“Oh, the girl wants to play," Daniela hissed, a smile on her lips as she swung her hips, slightly, back and forth, rotating. “Mother… Let us break her for you!"

Lady Dimitrescu raised an eyebrow, her cigarette on the end of her elegant, dark holder smoking faintly still.

“It seems dear Rose needs to be reminded of our hospitality," she agreed. “I… Oh… Hm…"

Lady Dimitrescu paused, looking down at herself and shifting her shoulders as if she was trying to settle something in her body. Rose backed away, grasping for the handle of the door behind her, though she didn't know whether it was going to lead her into a washroom of some kind, servant quarters – or somewhere else entirely.

But something changed in Dimitrescu as she looked down at herself, smoothing the flat of her hand down her stomach, though her clothes didn't look right either. For a moment, Rose thought her attack had worked, that she had indeed managed to drain Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters of at least some of their power, regardless of where it had gone.

And then the daughters lunged for her, flurries of black insects breaking from them as their forms shuddered. Rose spun and fled, barrelling through the door and into a long, narrow corridor.

Her breath pulled at her aching lungs as she fled, though she looked back, as if she needed to see the faces of her assailants in those moments of gut-wrenching terror. With her stomach lurching, she half-hesitated as Bela outstretched a clawed hand towards her now.

“I've got you now! Agh!"

But Bela fell back, heaving and panting, her shoulders rounding as she dropped to the stone floor. Rose paused and waited, her heartbeat still racing. Yet that seemed like something she needed to see, the other two daughters flanking their “sister," acting like they were all related by blood even though they were adopted by Lady Dimitrescu. She supposed bonds of psychosis, or at least something of that vein, ran deeper than even the blood they drank.

“Sister! What is wrong?"

Cassandra folded beside her sister, though her face contorted, grabbing at her chest and her shoulders, her black dress no longer seeming to fit her. Heaving for breath, she gasped aloud and they moaned as their bodies swelled, though nothing came in time.

“What…" Rose backed away, step by step, though she couldn't drag her eyes away from the grotesque scene playing out before her. “What have I done?"

There was no horror in her tone, blood roaring against her eardrums as if she was set back from the scene at hand, perhaps even watching it through some kind of screen. It didn't feel real, not at all. Only her body felt real in the claw of rancid heat rising within her, the ache in her legs and the strain in her shoulder where she must have wrenched it awkwardly during her flight.

And she was not out yet, even as the daughters staggered upright again, struggling with their stance and step, no longer as smooth or as deathly fluid as they had been. They didn't seem able to disintegrate into their insectoid forms either though insects fluttered and buzzed around them, always coming back together again.

Bela dropped her scythe, her hips expanding as they strained at the dress, pulling it out and away from her body. If Rose had at all been in her right mind, she would have wondered at how such small shifts in the mass of a body could affect clothing in that manner – but that was not the world she lived in. There, they took what clothing was available. Fashion was hardly a choice for someone living her life, not anymore.

Yet Bela screamed, her hood falling away, hair flying wildly as she clawed at the floor, nails shuddering into claws and back again as they raked into the pale stone floor. Yet it was not only her hips swelling and forcing themselves against the comparatively tight confines of her dress but her buttocks too. They pushed out ostentatiously, rounding out and demanding room into which to grow, though the rest of her body didn't grow in turn.

Cassandra tottered, struggling to put one foot in front of the other as her centre of balance was thrown off by her blooming chest. Her bosom swelled demandingly into her dress, forcing the neckline down as her breasts bulged out over the top, quickly growing to the size of her head, each, and then beyond. Yet her shoulders ached as she shrieked, rounding out and easily challenging the seams of her dress. The seams split over her shoulders and the changes rippled down her arms, biceps and triceps inflating, stretching the fabric where it sought to cling to her rather than to tear.

Daniela was more sure-footed and the first to chase after Rose, however, forcing Rose to run from the shifting monsters, the third daughter's head growing larger and larger. Even though that surely challenged Daniela's balance, her legs grew at the same time, feet straining at her footwear and a heel bursting through the back of one shoe. Her legs, however, did not come up against her dress, even as she grew taller and taller, an increasing amount of leg on show.

“What the hell?"

Rose hissed through her teeth as she fled, for that was all she was good for. Her powers had not worked – they'd backfired! Far from stripping the monsters of energy or something like that, she'd changed them.

She…hadn't even known she could do that. In the moment, Rose could not have even said whether that was a good thing.

That was something for later perusal. Much later perusal.

“Ugh… What is happening to us?"

It was strange to hear that level of disconnect in Lady Dimitrescu's voice and the ceiling shook, dust floating down around Rose, before a crash heralded the obscenely tall mutant tumbling through. Yet she was taller than even before as an arm swelled out, fingers huge and clawed, the uneven growth throwing Lady Dimitrescu off to one side. Her arm clonked heavily to the ground and Rose had to run again, even though it felt like there was little she could do.

They, however, were hindered by their uncomfortable, uneven growth, bodies swelling out of their control. Being out of control was not something any of them, especially Lady Dimitrescu were at all used to, Bela lumbering with her awkward, bottom-heavy growth, and Cassandra fighting with the shifts in her chest and shoulders. The rest of their bodies strained to catch up, flesh billowing and swelling, flowing over their bodies as if it suddenly possessed the malleable nature of soft claw.

Lady Dimitrescu heaved, struggling as she gained five feet in height, her body straining against her dress as it pulled up her legs. Yet her chest and torso grew too and pushed out forcibly against the front of her white dress, even though the ruching effect there helped it contain her for a little longer. Her fingers grew, fat and heavy in her gloves, and she'd dropped her cigarette holder at some point, left smoking behind her.

Fury dug into the pit of her belly and her eyes darkened, baring her teeth at her quarry. How dare Rose Winters flee? No prey had ever escaped her! At least, that was how it was in Lady Dimitrescu's mind, despite evidence to the contrary, of course, in the form of her father.

That wasn't something she dwelled on as a moan broke her lips, on all fours and dragging her body at quite a pace down the corridor. Her elbows and knees stuck out at odd angles as she forced her growing body to fit, but she came up against the confines of the walls too quickly.

“Ugh… Oh, what is…this?"

But Lady Dimitrescu could not get out the words she wanted as she squeezed her way past Bela, who was roughly the height she had been before her body had spiralled out of her control. Her dress ripped down the front, splitting right between her breasts, and her thighs ached with a dull, pounding heat, as if every pulse of pain came with the beat of her heart.

Arousal pulled at her, dragging demandingly at her attention more than anything. She huffed and groaned, licking her lips as they broke into a grin.

“This…is not the end of our hunt!"

Lady Dimitrescu's eyes gleamed as she pursued her quarry, digging her way through the floor as her weight forced the stone to shudder against the wood supports, which creaked and bent. Crashing from one floor to another was easier in the newer portions of the castle, where the upper hallways were formed from timber – but she was not above having a horde of servants take care of any destruction she left in her wake. Being the lady of the castle had some perks she would loathe to give up.

Rose looked back as she ducked through a tapestry, taking a passageway she knew was there, even though she could not have really known. It was as if some higher power was controlling her, forcing her onward as she spun down a spiral staircase, too close to tripping over her own feet as she tumbled and stumbled.

She made too much noise as the growing monsters clambered down behind her – all three of the daughters. There was no sign of Lady Dimitrescu and that terrified Rose more than anything else, even as the daughters continued to shift. Their bodies heaved against the constraints of their clothes but there was no way those were going to hold them fast – not with any manner of power they held.

Dresses ripped down the sides, their bodies exploding out of them. The daughters were forced to tip forward, no longer able to stand upright in the hallways, though they did not take on the crawling stance of Lady Dimitrescu. Not that Dimitrescu moved any slower when she was down like that, squirming and wriggling through tighter and tighter hallways, her body growing too large to be contained even by the larger, wider ones.

And, still, their bodies heaved and swelled, their flesh bubbling as something new grew. As their undergarments fought for the lack of control around their hips and legs, a shaft grew on each of them, just above their clits. Bela staggered against the wall, moaning openly as her hand dropped to it, her dark fury and confusion forgotten as a rush of arousal poured through her.

She hadn't felt that… Well, she hadn't felt anything at all like that since she'd been reborn. And Bela didn't remember anything of her life before.

“Ah… Find her," Bela moaned, though her fingers closed around her cock, trying to stroke and squeeze even as it lengthened within her grip. “Claim her…"

Yet she barely even knew what she was saying as she stumbled after Cassandra, barely seeing the black flutter of her sister's dress. Cassandra's hips widened, but they were all better able to manage the even growth as every change came with a billowing drift of pleasure.

It was hard to focus on the hunt with their cocks growing, swelling and aching with pre-cum dripping from the tips. Cassandra grabbed her right breast as she squeezed into a reception room, though she had to go sideways through the door and her breasts barely even allowed her through. She burst through as her breasts trembled, milk leaking from her bare, exposed nipples.

Yet there was no one there to tell them they were being indecent as Lady Dimitrescu, the tallest of them all at twenty-five-feet-tall, stood through the floor below, her hat long gone and her hair slowly coming undone from its neat updo. A feral grin stretched her lips unnervingly wide and, below the floor through which she towered, her cock bobbed, fingers dancing gracefully along it.

“Get her…" Lady Dimitrescu moaned, her tongue flicking out sensually between her lips. “Find her… Feed on her!"

Yet it was a different kind of hunt they embarked on then, no longer simply chasing to feed. For their aching shafts demanded another kind of attention entirely as they dragged and hauled themselves through the castle, seeking the quarry who had already changed them so.

Rose staggered down, close to the ground floor.

I'm sure I recognise that painting…

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She had to be sure, had to trust her instincts: they were the only thing left to her. Yet the floor creaked under her feet, wooden floorboards stretching out through a re-done hallway, though she was sure there was stone underneath. Rose was in the oldest part of the castle, opening up into a grand hallway, the entrance not all that far away.

Something flowed towards her, under her feet: light and milky. She shuddered, picking a wet foot up out of it, though it only rendered her movements all the more obvious to the discerning ear.

Behind her, the mutating giantesses crashed through the floors, stone crumbling and tumbling in a stream of dust motes that would have been beautiful if not for the circumstances they were born from. She cursed under her breath and forced herself on, though every movement came as if she was working her way through sludge.

“Rose… You belong here, with us."

She didn't know which of the daughters said that, but Daniela clawed her way through a doorway, turning sideways like an insect as she forced the wood to bend and crack. Rose backed away, horrified by her, the shreds of dark cloth draped from her form – and the monstrous, dripping cock that sprung free. It might well have been in proportion with her body, but that was hard to tell as Daniela grasped her cock, folding her fingers sensually around it and pumped the length.

“Oh… Yes… Yessss!"

She cried out, a messy orgasm bursting from her, hips thrusting as if it was the greatest pleasure in the world that washed over her. Her breasts streamed with milk and her sisters clambered through behind her, Bela's breasts expanding while Cassandra faced one leg growing unevenly, heavier in the calf than it was the thigh and the knee. Rose's lower jaw dropped, taking step after step back and coming up against the wall, a picture frame bumping into her right shoulder.

And then there was Lady Dimitrescu's legs through the broken doorway, too tall to be real, too tall to be believed. She couldn't break through by climbing through the doorway, so she didn't bother as her body swelled all over again, easily reaching thirty-feet-tall as the castle screamed around her.

“Come…to me…" She hissed, eyes alight with something other than the hunger of needing to feed, though Rose wasn't going to stick around to find out exactly what that was. “Mine… Always mine!"

She snarled and lunged for her quarry, cock throbbing and spilling a slick deluge of cum. Her seed mixed with her milk, breasts lactating heavily, though Lady Dimitrescu barely even noticed the mess she made. There was no sense in it, nothing at all. All that mattered was pleasure and her pursuit of it, even the lust for blood gone. That could have been seen as a blessing or a curse, depending on one's perspective there.

“Hell…"

Rose hissed as she ran, though she couldn't stop herself from looking back as the futa giantesses clawed their way down the hallway, everyone jostling for position. As Daniela flung an arm out, dragging herself along, her hips expanded to where she no longer even fit in that wider hallway, screaming openly.

“Let me! Let me have her!"

With her cock trapped between her belly and the carpeted stone, cum burst from between her breasts, needing someone to go, her entire body shaking in mind-numbing bliss. It was not enough to stop them, however, not as their bodies billowed, shoulders rounding, fresh muscle laid down where their bodies had not boasted such before. Milk streamed over their fronts, spilling from their tits, but not a single one of the transforming giantesses seemed to care – or even notice its presence.

Lady Dimitrescu growled, using her greater size and increased muscle mass to take the lead, breaking her way through the walls. Her arms rippled as biceps and triceps pumped up, even giving her a more defined forearm. Whereas she had been powerful before, that level of muscle mass was not something she was used to, her entire body thrumming with inherent strength, aching to use it. Pictures tumbled down, crushed under her hands; they were no more than passive players in the destruction to come. A tiny sliver of fabric clung to each of her wrists: all that was left of her gloves.

Rose swallowed her fear and found her resolve, her body regeneration, energy replenished. It was all she could hope for as Lady Dimitrescu's cock swelled and swelled, growing much larger than it should have, from one foot to two feet – and greater still. The rest of her body would catch up, if it followed the course of all the previous growth, but that was not for Rose to find out.

Not as she raced down a hallway, so close to the grand entrance that she could almost taste fresh air on her lips, the cool of the night outside. Her hair clung damply to the sweat at her nape, slick with it, and her jacket flew out from her body as she turned sharply, unbuttoned at the front. A swill of milk and cum washed around her feet as she splashed through it, loathing every step and much more so the slap of her feet coming down into the slick mess, every stride.

“You…can't escape us!"

Cassandra shrieked, but her words lacked conviction with the warm thrum of arousal tangled through. Even as she strove to follow her mother, her body and growth evening out at twenty-feet-tall at last, she panted heavily, on all fours with her hair hanging around her face. She rocked her hips, grinding her cock into the mess of cum and milk around her, finding no relief that would last very long.

But Rose's heart leapt as she finally burst through the last door – out into the main grand hall with the wide, sweeping staircase coming down on either side of the room. The dark, polished wood bannisters beckoned her and she took the red-carpeted stairs two at a time, hurling her body near enough in a freefall.

The castle to her back rumbled as Lady Dimitrescu, a beast at thirty-five-feet and still growing, her hips and buttocks swelling, crashed through. The wooden staircase heaved and bucked under her weight, splintering even as rose tried to make good her escape.

And there they were: the doors right there, not all that far before her – and yet the staircase crumbled, leaving her stumbling through fallen wreckage, a sharp pain lancing through her leg. There was no time to stop and take stock of her injury, however, as Dimitrescu closed in, her daughters flanking her.

She looked back one last time, inside the castle, the daughters smirking and moaning, hands drifting back to their cocks over and over again as if they could not stop themselves. Layers of muscle rippled over their bodies, abdominal muscles showing where they had not been before. Even their thighs were thicker, barely even showing anything of a layer of so-called feminine fat, like massive tree trunks sinking their roots into the belly of the castle itself.

They stood tall, the daughters shorter than Lady Dimitrescu, but there was no telling just where their growth could take them. As they lumbered towards her, toes curling where they had long forgone their footwear, they moaned, legs quaking, desire overcoming them. Even if they didn't have the presence of mind to pleasure themselves, grabbing tits or pussies or even their new futa cocks, ecstasy wracked them. As Lady Dimitrescu towered, her legs braced, her tits spilled a waterfall of milk down her chest, her lactation beyond the control of anything she might have tried to use to cap it off.

Their moans filled the air, echoing off the stone walls of the castle, cocks jetting off a slew of cum that shot across the entrance hall. Rose cursed under her breath and lunged for the main double doors, which, luckily for her, opened.

As cum streamed down the stone steps outside, she escaped the castle at last, though her captors were not so lucky. Any escape they would have came in unchecked growth, orgasms wracking them with no manner of break. Grabbing her sister, Bela leaned heavily on Cassandra for support while Daniela toppled back against her mother's side, their cocks sending spurt after powerful spurt of cum into the air. For a moment, each throb of semen arced beautifully – but they all had to come down again sooner or later.

They splashed across the entrance hall, bursting up the second staircase in a wave and coming back down again into the mess, the slick deluge swiftly filling the area. It spilled forward and out the door as their growth shot up again, moans barely even overcoming the crack and crumble of their inflating bodies being forced beyond the space.

All they knew was pleasure, ardent passion rendering them weak in the wrong way as they panted heavily,

“More…" Daniela groaned, her mother gripping a tit with one hand and her cock with the other. “I need…more!"

For their lust for growth and orgasms could never be satisfied, even if that would not make the Dimitrescus of the castle any less dangerous. The giantesses were merely dangerous in another way as they broke through the walls, Rose looking back to the looming figure of Lady Dimitrescu with her head thrown back, lips parted, ecstasy evidently thrumming through her huge, muscular frame.

“What…" Rose shook her head, stumbling over her feet as she turned, still walking backwards as the night closed around her. “What have I done?"

She'd got out – but at what cost? For all she'd left behind her was a reign of chaos, Daniela ripping her way through one of the stone exterior walls, her head and chest thrust through as her breasts popped free. Her arms dangled as milk viscously streamed from her tits, pouring down the wall and flooding the path below.

Before their mutations were complete, Rose fled, though she was not all that sure whether she would tell anyone of what had come at the castle, of all she had experienced.

In mutation and grappling with powers she did not yet understand, there was so much more to be learned.