Volume 3 Chapter 55 DIAPER FORCE GO AGAIN

twenty minutes ago.......

"Take the call," Jacob begs, his anus aching from the size of the object inside him. He tries to pull away, but he finds the thing has swollen, and each attempt to pull away only makes it larger. He stifles a moan as he feels it grow large enough to knot him firmly. He struggles and moans as he clenches his anus around the intruder; the long phallus outside the mechsuit points upwards and fires a coherent jet of cum-like substance that spreads into a foam and begins expanding, then hardening.

"Hello, Jacob. Hello, Mechromancer Mk. 26," Audrey says. "We have a problem; there is an alien-human hybrid approaching the ranch motel with the intent of killing all sentient life in the area. As your commanding officer, I am issuing an order to subdue the threat with whatever means necessary. Is that understood?" Audrey says in a sergeant manner.

The suit salutes. "YES, ma'am." The mechromancer's AI shouts loudly through the megaphone-like speakers. However, the hand continues to move and slams into the head of the suit.

Meanwhile,

A very angry, very green orc storms up to Mars. "You underestimate me, Mars. In all things together, we can take on the big ugly," the fantasy creature grumps. He gives Mars a push.

The god of war slides sideways 6 inches before he can put his hands up. "We are no match." Mars pushes back; Grup slides 6 inches away in the other direction.

"I don't think you have any idea what I am capable of," Grup grunts and flexes.

Jack Harrington smiles, watching the two of you. 'You don't stand a chance, but you might delay him,' Jack thinks to himself, then says, "If one of you punches him in the nuts." He lights his cigar. "I will see that you get a free round at the bar."

"Hear that, coward?" Grup lightly punches Mars in the chest. "Free round at the bar."

Grup raises his fists and nimbly moves back and forth, mock-punching air testicles.

Mars grins. "Worst-case scenario, you die. I guess I win no matter what."

"Worst case you die," Grup grunts.

"Concepts don't die. Hey, wait, we always drink for free," Mars says as he turns toward the human-sized Jack Harrington.

Jack lets out a long puff. "Go get 'em, boys," Jack mock cheers.

Grup grabs Mars by the arm and yanks them both over the railing; their combined weight cracks the concrete where they land. They look across the pool area over the back hedges and at the goo-covered creature moving toward them.

Jack Harrington turns to Marlon. "Has there been any word of Izzy and the minotaur? or any word from Audrey?"

"None from Izzy, but there is a MechRomancer malfunctioning in the parking lot," Marlon says.

"That's something," Jack Harrington says.

Mars, not wanting to be outdone by his sexual and emotional rival, begins running to the back of the pool area.

They arrive winded, with Grup leaning on Mars. Mars can't help but enjoy the warmth of the Orc on his skin. "Here you are trying to convince me that we are going to defeat this thing together, and you can't run 500 yards without breathing hard." Mars laughs through his own hard breathing.

Grup grunts, "I was just trying to make you look good. Let's go." The green orc breathes deep. Climbs the steel fence embedded in the hedge.

Mars laughs harder and opens the gate that is 10 feet to the left of the portion Grup is fighting to get over.

Meanwhile, the astronaut has reached the barrier, its pylons fully charged with energy after the mass orgy at the concert.

Dr. Blob is examining the force field faintly glowing like a distant haze. Through a magnifying glass you would see fast-moving insects getting roasted and landing on the other side of the field. Several species of bird fly around eating the free meal, avoiding the haze at all cost.

The giant with the evil intent in its abominable heart glides forward, each step a school bus in length. As it approaches the field, it is distracted, thinking about what it will do when it gets its hand on Jack Harrington.

Wham and sizzle.

The giant slams into the field as if it were a hot skillet, the heat intense as the momentum is transformed into heat.

"YOUR PATHETIC SHIELD WILL DO NOTHING TO STOP ME," the astronaut roars, but inside he has doubt. He knows this barrier was designed to stop anything short of a multi-kiloton explosion.

"I AM A MULTITON EXPLOSION!" he roars and pulls his fist back. His chest muscles contract violently as he punches the barrier. At first it seems like it's going to go through, then the shield reacts and instantly turns as hard as steel, the bones in his arm creaking under the abuse. The shield flashes yellow and gives off a chime like a giant church bell.

Grup and Mars are now both very winded, doubling over and holding their thighs as they breathe "less," breathe "weight," breathe "room," breathe "more," and breathe "cardio," Grup wheezes. He looks over and sees that Mars is watching the giant as he punches the shield again.

Bong

"We got this; afterwards, we can have victory sex." Grup grunts, the thrill of conquest burning in his mind and the tight ass of Mars a perfect reward after.

"We have to be victorious first," Mars responds, getting to his feet. He wipes the dirt from his pants, wishing he was in a dark place naked with Grup touching him. He looks at the green-looking orc. 'I could just be with him… I don't need to fight my self; I can just be with him…' Mars thinks.

Grup thumps him in the arm. "Don't stress; fight first," he says.

The monstrosity looks down and watches them approach the inside of the barrier. "YOU THINK YOU CAN CHALLENGE ME? I DON'T THINK YOU CAN STUB MY TOES, LET ALONE BEST ME," his voice booms.

Grup looks up at the 3-story monstrosity. The creature, the human. Well, it looks human and is covered in drying avocado. Being covered in avocado doesn't mean you're not human, but the enormous length of his cock makes him look inhuman. He looks down at his pants and up at the giant cock.

"Shit, that's not even fair," Grup grumbles.

Mars laughs. "It's useless; it's too big. Ready, Grup?" Mars asks, doing silly warm-ups as the ex-astronaut beats on the barrier.

Bong Bong Bong

The Grup looks at the creature, studying its weaknesses, and nods its head. He flexes his legs and crouches down. He slaps the earth a few times to center himself.

"Now!" the Grup shouts and takes a step forward only to fall onto his ass as he

steps in Dr. Blob.

"Hey, watch out! Oh, hi, Grup," the blob wibbles from between the toes of the orc. He waves a pair of eye stalks at the orc.

Mars rushes forward, crouching down, ready to spring and punch the giant in the knee. He imagines doing a Superman impersonation as he flies through the air.

However, just before he releases his pent-up energy, he looks around and sees a Grup lifting his foot, a strand of green slime connecting him to the ground.

"What the immortal hell Grup you said you were ready," Mars growls. "How did you manage to step on whatever that is out here?"

"I have a name; it's Dr. Blob," the blob warbles.

The Grup gets to his knees and groans, then gets to his feet. "You okay, Dr. Blob?" he asks, reaching as if to help the blob stand up. He pulls his hand back as soon as his brain registers how ridiculous that would be.

The blob pulls himself together.

"I am fine. Who is our new guest?" Dr. Blob asks as the abomination pulls back his bare foot and swings it forward. Dr. Blob turns a single eyestalk to watch the foot swinging at him. He blinks once before the foot slams into the force field.

BONG

Dr. Blob watches as the toes crumple up and the giant screams loud enough that the sound waves make the force field crackle.

"That looked like it hurt." Grup gutterally laughs.

Mars smirks, and Dr. Blob wibbles, "He looks like he needs Nurse Happy." Dr. Blob bobs his eyestalks in agreement.

The giant pushes forward and presses his hand against the force field. He pushes hard but slowly.

"He isn't a guest; he is trouble," Mars says quietly.

"It's not like he can get through that barrier, right? Right?" Dr. Blob wibbles.

Dr. Blob shuts up once a pointer finger penetrates the field. "I feel our guest is going to arrive at the ranch soon." He wibbles and moves back. as a second finger makes its way past the field. the entire defense grid flashing yellow

Bong bong bong bong

Mars narrows his eyes. He mentally looks at his level of divine power. His face falls. He looks around for a better solution.

"How can we soften him up?" Grup grunts watching Mars's expression.

"Isn't that beneath you?" Mars responds, but that is what he was also thinking.

Grup shrugs and bends down and grabs the slimy Dr. Blob. "Kill him!" he shouts as he throws the green slime at the hand now halfway inside the barrier.

Dr. Blob hits the finger, slides off, and hits the ground with a slurp. "What was that for?" Dr. Blob wibbles as he pulls his body back together for the second time in as many minutes.

The Grup shrugs his shoulders. "I thought it would work."