Author: [The First One] From the Files of the DCB

[The First One]

From the Files of the DCB
by The First One
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My mother is a Drainer.  I doubt you know what that actually means, so I'll explain.  Drainers are a subspecies of humanity.  All Drainers are women, and the Drainer gene comes through the mother, so as our mother's daughters, my sister Veronica and I are Drainers too.  Archeological evidence suggests Drainers have existed alongside normal people since the stone age.  Stories of things like succubi and vampires probably came from us.  No, we don't (necessarily) kill our sexual partners, we don't drink blood, we can survive in sunlight just fine, and we can't turn anyone-male or female-into a new Drainer.  But, nonetheless, we're called that for a reason.  And that reason is that if a Drainer has sex with a man, he shrinks.  He looses height and muscle mass.  Sometimes, if the sex goes on too long, this can actually be fatal.  And as our men shrink, we grow.  As he loses strength we get stronger.  The size, strength and muscle mass goes from him to us, through means that are still poorly understood at best.  So naturally, Veronica and my mother are unusually tall, muscular and strong.  Even moreso than most, if not all, men.  Well over six foot and almost a quarter ton each of dense, bulging muscle.  Our dad apparently played football when they met in college.  Unlike a lot of our kind, mom apparently kept refusing sex for the longest time while they were dating, until they got married and she didn't have much choice but to come clean.  Apparently he had actually gotten tired of working out to maintain his big, strong body and wanted to see what being on the bottom was like.  So Veronica was conceived, and he shrank from 6'4 and slightly over three hundred pounds to barely over five feet tall and maybe 110 pounds soaking wet.  And mom grew.  Drainers are already taller and more muscular than the average woman, so when they met she was already 6'2 and nearly two hundred pounds, and looked like a middleweight female bodybuilder, with a strength that far exceeded that size, despite never so much as touching a weight in her life.  When she gave birth she was 6'10 and slightly over four hundred pounds.  I was concieved through artificial insemination with our father as the donor for his own safety.  Veronica, on the other hand, embraced the "predrainer" label without hesitation.  Starting in high school she seduced guys, ranging from students to adults, who, at least in her mind, deserved it, such as a friend's abusive ex.  Through her predations, aided by a pheremone Drainers can exude when aroused that blocks the incident from their partner's memory, she grew to rival, if not slightly exceed, our mother in size and power.  So for the longest time I was the runt of the family, something Veronica always teased me about.  Then, one day, everything changed.   

I don't really know what exactly to do with this story, so I'm letting you decide.  I'll choose where it goes from here out of any suggestions offered.

What does DCB stand for?

Drainer Control Beaureu

[powerranger9643]

This is a really good premise. I look forward to seeing more. I loved Foster Care, and your vampire one was amazingly done.

Any chance of seeing more of the Vampire one?

[The First One]

Thanks.  And I may restart that one eventually

[The First One]

We come from a long line of Drainers.  Our grandmother, like Veronica, was what some call a "predrainer." Unlike her, she had what some call an addictive personality and precious little impulse control.  Starting in her college years late in world war two, she seduced big, strong men and fucked them, sometimes to death, draining their strength and size and leaving them about the size of young boys.  When the war ended a number of returning soldiers in and aound the city she lived in (especially unmarried ones, but she wasn't above the occasional rape either) "fell victim to a mysterious wasting sickness" to hear the media tell it, with each conquest making her bigger and stronger.  She left town after graduating and wandered the country, sometimes working odd jobs (often a prostitute or dominatrix to feed her addiction) and sometimes stealing, always growing.  She was slightly over seven feet tall and half a ton when she fell in with a traveling circus.  She stayed with them for several years as "Herculea, the world's strongest woman," still preying on men in the areas the circus visited.  Of course, the authorities, specifically the Drainer Control Beaureu, or DCB, eventually found her.  I doubt you've ever heard of them.  They're an incredibly secret arm of the US government dedicated to protecting people from, and surpressing knowledge of, our kind.  Anyways, they caught up to her in Maine in the early sixties, while she was a couple months pregnant with my mother and uncle.  At that point she was just shy of nine and a half feet in height with unflexed biceps bigger around than oil drums.  She apparently destroyed a number of their vehicles before they subdued her with an amount of tranquilizers that would kill a normal human, and probably a smaller Drainer, several times over.  So, my mother and my uncle Morgan were both born in a secret, maximum security prison.  They were given to foster parents, a pair of DCB agents, but allowed to visit a couple times a year.  So are we.  She's calmed down a lot with age, but still flaunts her inhuman size and strength at every opportunity.  I remember being fascinated by her giant, bulging, powerful muscles as a little girl and hoping to be like that someday.  Then I learned about sex, and that she got those muscles by stealing them, and sometimes killing people.  I didn't know what to think after that.  I still dreamed of growing monstrously huge muscles like hers but on some level I was afraid.  Did I want to be like her on some level?  Could I end up being pushed over the edge and doing what she had done?  Veronica compromised by draining "bad people," and my mother by only taking what was offered, and both were giant, hulking beasts compared to anyone normal, but nothing compared to Grandma.  I think on some level she wanted me to follow in her footsteps, because as I got older she started telling me stories of her-and by extrension my-ancestors.  One of them was a slave in Virginia in the 19th century.  She had been brought over from Africa as a todler and worked for over a decade before her developing body caught the plantation owner's eye.  He was her first victim, but far from her last.  Just as intoxicated with the power she gained as Grandma would be, she drained him to death, then did the same to three of his four sons, forcing the youngest to manage the plantation's money for her.  Over the next twenty or so years she drained every ounce of muscle she could from every male slave on the farm and bought a small army of replacements.  Women she put to work, and men she drained dry.  This went on until towards the end of the civil war, by which point she'd supposedly gotten too big to fit in the house.  I don't know what exactly happened to her after that.  Most likely she was killed and nobody believed anyone who reported encountering her, while her daughter slipped off and survived to continue the bloodline.  Regardless, the story that stuck out most in my head was the one about our family being descended from royalty.  I'd assumed that what she'd used to say when I was little about our ancestors being queens was a joke, but apparently generations before being brought to the US our ancestors on the female line were queens of a large tribe in central Africa.  The most prominent of them was known only as the Beast.  Supposedly at her peak she was large enough that she was notorious for carelessly stepping on her own people, and the tallest trees in her area came up to below her knees at the most.  Women who defied her, from her own tribe or a rival one, she would swallow alive.  Men she drained, growing slightly bigger and more muscular each time.  Hearing that story I was afraid for two reasons: The thought of living under the heel of a behemoth who could not only kill me by accident but just for irritating her, and either way with about as much effort as I needed to squash a bug, and my feeling of jealousy.  The fact that I inmagined myself  as a towering ebony juggernaut of muscle big and powerful enough to do that kind of thing.  As my mother did, I vowed to myself that I would never become like her mother, and that I would never become a second Beast.  But there was always, nonetheless, a gnawing fear in the back of my head, a question of exactly how much that vow actually meant.

[WilfredDDeVoe]

Fantastic story First One. I'm loving this succubus, growth power thing. My favorite kind of kink!

[The First One]

 Thanks.  I honestly don’t know where it should go from here, so any suggestions are welcome

[powerranger9643]

Suggestion: Veronica lures the younger sister to the urge to drain, but she vows to be like her sister - only drain those deserving of it. They get into a competition to see who can get bigger, and maybe even bring the mother into the fold?

Just an idea. I really loved Foster Care, but I always wanted to see more with Jane and her growth, especially when her daughters bit each other.

[The First One]

Thanks

[The First One]

Veronica came home from college for the summer on my eighteenth birthday.  She was taller and more muscular than the last time I had seen her, but as massive as she'd already been the extra size and mass-maybe from one or two roughly average-sized guys-didn't stand out as much as it would if they'd been her first victims.  We ate out that night (I'd had basically my entire life to get used to people ogling her and mom) then came home.  In the driveway, my sister removed a large burlap sack from the trunk of her car.  "It's your birthday present," she said before I could ask.  After we all reentered the house, I recieved a new phone from my parents.  Veronica asked to be allowed to give me her present in my room, alone.  Mom and Dad gave her an odd look, but agreed.  She followed me upstairs, the stairs creaking under her weight, carrying the bag over her shoulder.  She locked the door to my room before opening the bag and unceremoniously dumping it's contents onto my bed.  Large parts of my brain stopped functioning for several seconds when I saw that it was a man, about 5'6, blonde, with green eyes and a decent amount of muscle, but nothing out of the ordinary. His hands were tied together, as were his feet, and there was a rag in his mouth, but there was no mistaking the fact that he looked terrified.   

"What the FUCK, Ver?!" I shouted, looking back and fourth between her and the man, "What did you do, kidnap-" she placed a strong, massive hand over my mouth, holding my jaw in place.  "Calm down, May.  No, I didn't kidnap him.  I only drain people that deserve it, remember?".  Silence for a few seconds.  "If I let you go, do you promise not to yell?" I nodded.  She released me, then started explaining.  "A couple days ago this guy broke into my dorm and pulled a gun on Jane (her roommate).  I got home in the nick of time.  Normally I would've drained him myself, but your eighteenth birthday was coming up and I was short on money, so..." Another silence, then, "You gave me a guy to drain?" "Yes.  You always used to talk about wanting big muscles like Grandma when you were little.  I remember you cried for hours when Mom told you what we actually do.  You told me once that you still wanted to grow, but you didn't want to be like Grandma or the Beast, and I told you that you could make a compromise.  Which I did, by the way." "And I would, it's just I've always been afraid that once I get a taste.... I mean I've heard from you and Grandma about how amazing it feels, and I've been scared of losing myself in that like she did-" She laid a hand on my shoulder.  "May, look at me.  Look me in the eye." I did, having to seriously crane my neck.  "Don't worry.  I'll be here for you.  You're my sister, and I love you.  I can walk you through this.  I can be your coach this summer if you want.". Yet another silence.  "So, do you want him, or should I take him?"

[The First One]

And we're finally getting a growth sequence in this chapter!


I stripped.  I looked over my 6'3 body in the mirror.  My breasts were roughly 46Cs, and my biceps, when flexed, were nearly fifteen inches.  My abs were a deep, defined six-pack.  I had wide shoulders and hips, augmented with more muscle than a lot of men.  I remembered a time when a friend of mine from school had asked to feel my muscles in the locker room, then almost laughed about how ironic it was that I'd always felt so small compared to the other women in my family.  Well, no more.  I turned back to the bed, and advanced on our prisoner.  He was still visibly bewildered and terrified, but he had an erection.  It looked to be a decent size, but I hadn't exactly seen many to compare it to, for obvious reasons.  Veronica excused herself, and promised to "stand guard" as she left the room.  I lowered myself onto the guy's cock, gritting my teeth as my hymen tore and I started to bleed.  For a few minutes I eased him in and out.  Then we both started cumming.  He started shrinking, and I started growing,  I'd masturbated before (I vaguely recall hearing somewhere that Drainers have higher sex drives than normal women) and it had felt good then, but the orgasms themselves from this were only part of what I felt.  As I felt the man wasting away below me I felt my bones and muscles getting stronger and bigger.  I had once asked Veronica what growth actually felt like, and she had told me it was something you had to experience to understand.  Now I knew what she meant.  The phrase "full-body orgasm" comes (heh heh) to mind, but the feeling of the power... I felt like I could crush steel, lift a mountain, throw a skyscraper, or tear it down with my bare hands.  At some point I became vaguely aware that the guy was about Dad's size by now, but I kept going. He'd already gotten too small for his restraints, but it wasn't like he could move under the circumstances anyway.  I flexed a bicep, watching it grow as I absorbed more and more stolen mass and strength.  I came down from the high when the transfer stopped, instinctively knowing that meant my victim was dead.  I pulled him out.  What was left of him (except for his cock) was about baby-sized.  He was essentially skin and bones now, with his ribs and most other bones completely visible.  His bones were incredibly brittle, their density added to mine.  I left the corpse on the bed, and walked back over to the mirror.  The entire room was noticeably smaller, so I'd grown taller.  I was floored.  I flexed a bicep that had to be over twenty inches now, feeling my harder, deeper abs with my other hand.  I'd gotten wider too, barely fitting into the mirror from this distance.  But I could tell that my bones and muscles had also gotten denser as they'd gotten bigger.  I could feel it in how rock hard I now was.  I heard the door open behind me.  It was Veronica again.  She was still much bigger than me, but now the gap was much smaller.  "Well," she said, looking back and forth between the tiny corpse on the bed and my larger body, bulging with more muscle than most men, and stronger than even more of them, "looks like you really went all out."

[Lupus753]

Please keep going. No rush, though.

[The First One]

Thanks.  Honestly I was a bit nervous departing from my usual style like that

[The First One]

Okay, thanks to Zoroark for giving me an idea for the rest of the story.


I slept naked that night, and borrowed some old clothes from Veronica's high school days the next morning.  Mom and Dad were giving us strange, maybe even nervous, looks over breakfast.  I tried to avoid eye contact, while my sister maintained an admirable poker face.  As we all finished Mom reached a breaking point and sent Dad to pick up some groceries she (said she) forgot when she'd gone shopping the previous day.  "Okay," she said, so icily I could swear I felt the temperature in the room drop about twenty degrees, "Out with it.  What were you two up to last night?" She turned to face Veronica specifically. "What was in that bag?".  Veronica chuckled.  I had to stifle a laugh of my own at how terrified she looked despite being about six inches taller and who knew how much more muscular.  "Well," she replied, "Would you believe 'A guy who broke into my dorm a couple nights before I came back here and pulled a gun on Jane?'" After a seemingly infinite pause, during which none of us said or did anything of any real significance, Mom spoke again. "I suppose so.  I take it he's dead?" We both nodded.  "Alright then.  We have until your father gets back to bury him VERY deep."

It actually didn't take too long to bury what remained of the gunman (hidden in the bag, which itself we hid in an old strongbox we never really used) in a flowerbed in our backyard.  Dad got back shortly afterward, with Mom ushering Veronica and I down to the home gym in our basement with an implicit expectation to stay there while she explained what had happened.  With little else to do, we worked out sporadically and checked my new measurements and parameters.  My biceps had grown to slightly over twenty inches.  My calves were just as big, and my quads were a full thirty inches.  I'd gotten four inches taller, to 6'7, and my strength had increased by about a third across the board.  After an hour or so down there, the door opened.

"So, girls..." "How's Dad?".  "Don't worry, May.  He's fine.  He understands.  Veronica?". My sister got up from the bench press.  "I..." Mom took a deep breath, straining her huge  but already tight dress dangerously close to the breaking point, "I'd like your help growing some more."

Veronica made a sound somewhere between a gag, a chuckle, and a cough. "What?!" "I mean I don't want to end up like my mother or anything, and you don't target innocent people, you've had plenty of practice and...." she paused.  "And your father's and my sex life isn't what it used to be.". "Wait," I interjected, "How-" "It only happens when you put a guy's cock in your pussy, May," Veronica cut me off, deadpan, without taking her eyes off our mother.  " Oh.  Okay." Mom coughed.  "Tha-that's right.  Anyway, Veronica, er since you started getting bigger than me, it hasn't been the same.  I asked him about it, and he said that while he would never have sex with you, my body just doesn't measure up anymore." "And you want me to help with this?" "Yes.  I get how uncomfortable this probably is-hell, it's pretty uncomfortable for me-so you don't have to if you-" An evil grin spread across my sister's face. "What?" "Okay, then.  The three of us will have a contest.  Whoever's grown the most by the end of the summer wins."

[powerranger9643]

Glad to be of service. I hope to read the rest of this soon!

[bertmacklinsbrother]

Cool premise for a story!  I'm glad you're formatting your paragraphs better in these later chapters (the first few were walls of text!)  Well done, and I'm looking forward to the rest