Runt 256 was a proud gretching gal. While other members of her diminutive kind were forced to carry ammo boxes and teeth through the jungle, 256 and her elite team were given the duty of keeping watch, to make sure no foe messed with the band's rearguard.
The boss would have been satisfied with some kind of alarm system. Even a horn or some drums would be enough. But 'enough' would not do it for 256 and her chosen girlz. Gretchin like her had to go far beyond what was expected. Drums and horns? Why should they make the noise when the foe could do the work for them and give them a great show while they were at it?
She was surprised to find the giantesses back at it, once more advanced with their ridiculous blue armor which made them impossible not to spot. 256, on the other hand, was nearly invisible, a green spot amongst the green sea of the jungle. Green too were the skin towels she had placed over the boxes holding the 'Big Zurprize'. Almost as large as a full-grown ork, they shuddered every few seconds, makin nearby gretching stumble back, face pale with fear. Once the 'Big Zurprize' was released, it would not know friend from foe. Only rage. Rage and an overpowering need to bring as much damage as possible to the first thing it laid eyes on.
"Now bozz?" said 166, one of the many gretchin under 256's command.
"Almozt" hissed 256, following the steps of squad Victrix with great interest. Two of the blue-armored giantesses were already on the clearing, but that would not be enough for a perfectionist like 256 "Almozt..." she said again, louder so the rest would hear.
More blue warriors joined the first two. Their armors were also battered, covered in mud and the shame of their previous defeat. 256 smirked when she saw all the wrinkled cotton pouring out of their armored pants. A few women did not even have armor below the waist, so the whole jungle could see their split bottom and the mark of the ork kommando boss.
The first mark of many to come.
"Now!" yelled 256.
Squig bees, fat balls of flesh, fangs and anger, flew out of their cages in a great swarm. They flapped their great wings with mad eagerness, bumping and biting one-another as they rushes towards the primaris and their guns. Bolter fire answered their arrival, making some of the red balls explode in mid air. Fausta and Zena rushed to the front, using their blades to cut more down, try to give their sisters time to organize.
But more cages were being opened, releasing new, red clouds of eager monsters to the clearing. Dana, first to meet the gretchin during the previous skirmish, was also the first now to taste the sting of a squig bee. Long like daggers, but ten times as sharp, they easily pierced the ceramite before doing the same with the soft, wobbling flesh of the primaris' buns. A brutal shudder struck Dana's body. She released her bolter gun, fingers frozen, eyes crossed under her helmet.
"Empress...MY AAAAAAAAAAAASSS!!"
She was the first to release that cry to the heavens, but not the last. Zena had managed to deal with a dozen of the little creatures when one, more cleaver than its siblings, flew between the warrior's legs and buried its sting into her right buttock. The warrior froze, then howled as four more squigs joined in. Lyria tried to help, but by doing so she gave her back to the foe. One heartbeat later, she was on the ground, crying at the top of her augmented lungs while eager squigs stung her unprotected rear.
But the pain of the sting was only the begining. As the creatures deployed their venom, the buttocks of their victims began to grow and swell, reaching sizes huge even by astartes standards! Tunza watched in awe and horror as the fabric and armor below her waist gave way to her expanding rear. Fausta clung to a tree, nearly drowning due to the tears flooding her helmet, as her own behind grew in size, its once pale tone now glowing pink and then red when more creatures had a go at her unprotected spheres.
"By Roberta Guilliman" whimpered Antonina "Not another defeat. Please, I cannot bear it!"
But the squig bees cared not for Antonina's wishes. Once they had finished with the others, leaving them sobbing with their new. extra-sized rears, they focused on the greatest target in the clearing: The sargeant's gigantic derriere. Soon, even the best ceramite pants could not hold those twin planets of flesh. Red and purple, they almost glowed while the giantess bawled and cried for the Empresse's mercy.
"MOMMY GUILLIMAN! HEEELP!"
Her cries ended when two squig bees, unable to reach Antonina's rear, decided to sting her face-cheeks instead. In the blink of an eye, two, pink buttocks began to consume Antonina's face, crushing her lips as she begged for aid, or at least an end to her suffering and shame.
Originally written by Alv
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