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They normally took a while to get finished, so neither of them really gave it much thought when they climaxed for the third time that hour and felt no need to even so much as slow down. For Clara and Brad, it was par for the course, so much so that even their poor neighbours, who had by then learned to put on some noise-cancelling headgear whenever the Arcanine couple locked their bedroom door, knew better than to expect it to be over within such a short time period.
And again, neither of the two Arcanines batted an eye with the digits rolled over to two and they weren't at all the slightest bit tired; it was just normal for them to get into a groove like that one, and indeed the floor of their bedroom had drains installed in them for a very good reason. In between Brad's almost supernatural levels of cum production and how milky Clara became, if they hadn't splurged out on a proper system of pipes and pumps to ensure their home remained unflooded, then they wouldn't have lasted a month, much less the three years they had been spending making one another's life the best it could possibly be.
Really, it was the only way they could afford getting away with how loud they were; the couple was more than aware that, were they anything less than the best neighbours they could be, they would've been run out of the apartment block in no time flat. Alas, the two of them were so sickeningly sweet together that no one had the heart to lift a finger or to tell them off; all it took was for the two Arcanines to set up shop in the middle of the corridor leading to the front door, and things would fall into place like magic: Clara would call Brad her "best boy", Brad would employ a variety of synonyms for "muffin", and the sheer sappiness of it reached a critical point beyond which it was highly likely they might shatter the fabric of spacetime with how unnecessarily cutesy they were being.
Yet, at the same time, it just came so naturally to them that what would've been borderline intolerable in anyone else became not just acceptable, but downright desirable for them; the rest of the apartment block's inhabitants were quick to learn this, having completely lost the ability to so much as want to complain. How could they possibly interfere in the life of a couple that was seemingly designed to work perfectly together? What right did they have to step up to them and say they were doing things wrong, when more often than not it was almost impossible to tell where one of them ended and the other began… and quite literally, at times.
The amount of fluff they shared between them bordered on the absurd, with Clara in particular having a tail so thick and luscious that she was more than capable of blocking entire hallways if she wasn't careful; while Brad was more hunk that floof, he was still hirsute enough that anyone bumping into him would find themselves immersed in a whole new world of experiences, one where the only sensation allowed was bliss, the only activity permitted was snuggling, and the poor guy responsible for it wasn't even aware that someone was onboard.
It was the (un)fortunate reality of being as big as the two of them were; while hypers the world over might be blessed beyond the regular folk, Clara and Brad were… something else. Doctors had tried and failed to categorise them, and despite the best efforts of some of the more expensive research teams available to the public, no one could quite pin down what had allowed the two Arcanines to become as massive as they had, seemingly independently of one another. While their time together had absolutely helped to make them even bigger than they were before they met, this "before" was no slouch either: Brad might be close to twenty feet tall by that fateful morning, but he was already nearing fifteen when he met Clara, whose current twenty-three were the endpoint of a process that had begun when she barely hit past twelve, clearly the victor of the two.
And not just in height either; while Brad was certainly packing below the waist, enough that he didn't exactly have much room left between the legs, Clara was on an entirely different level. The giantess Arcanine was well-endowed in the same way that the Sun was bigger than the Earth; other people, even other hypers, might be busty and curvaceous, but the way Clara wore her particular brand of assets was something unlike anything seen by mortalkind in just about the entire recorded history of there being hypers to begin with.
Most of the space in front of her, ranging from her collarbone down to the floor, was completely taken up by a bust that was at once alarmingly intrusive and yet irresistibly inviting, calling to any who looked upon it to throw themselves onto or into it, to spend hours making good use of the warmest, softest bed imaginable. It was full as well; while the Arcanine never felt the need to drain herself, she never stopped making delicious, creamy milk, with most of it going… somewhere, she never quite figured out where that was.
All she knew was that she was always producing, but this somehow never translated into her leaking unless she wanted to, which was mostly reserved for when herself and Brad wanted to do something a bit friskier in the bedroom where no one could see them. The end result was a pair of breasts larger than quite literally any other on the planet, adding to an overall body plan that could humbly be described as being excessive; it was hard to call it anything else, on account of how much space it took and how destructive it was to its surroundings… or, at least, how destructive it would be, were Clara not to exercise extra care when sashaying her double-door-wide hips around or sitting her bus-sized rump somewhere.
In sharp contrast, all Brad had to worry about was the bulge he carried out in front, significantly easier to control and keep track of; almost as if to compensate, most of his effort had to go towards pulling his punches in anything he did, owing to his supernaturally well-developed bulk: if he wasn't careful, he could easily rip doors off hinges along with most of the wall the frame was built into when trying to open them, and even when exercising only the minimal amount of strength, he still made them creak dangerously loudly; the couple had already gone through at least seven different front doors, to say nothing of how they eventually had to give up repairing the internal ones and settled for a completely open design.
Apart, of course, from their bedroom. It wasn't as if they needed to close it; no one else lived in the house, and it certainly didn't do anything to muffle all the noise. It was, however, symbolic: their love life was theirs and no one else's, so for them to shut the door behind them before they did anything more involved than holding hands or snuggling was a sign that what they were about to do was something for them, and absolutely no one else. It served to spice things up in a way that only truly made sense to the both of them, and even then it was little more than a kickstarter, a small spark to light the raging inferno that would become their lovemaking.
Because, ultimately, two people like Brad and Clara couldn't just do things the way other people did; they were too big, too energetic, and above all, they loved one another too much to be anything less than stellar in making one another experience true blissful heaven on a bed. This, unfortunately for the neighbours and the building in general, translated into the two of them developing something of a predilection for experimentation, mostly when it came to "endurance training" and edging one another for hours and hours on end… or, more often than not, just going full tilt and seeing how long they could last before their bodies shut down entirely.
That last one had a tendency to be what they turned out to do most of the time; after a while, nothing could quite compare to the simple, raw experience of just turning themselves on and letting the organic machinery do all the work for them while their conscious minds surfed the pleasure waves. Even when their muscle memory took over and they could barely even begin to control themselves, it was still the best experience they could've hoped for; to be there, with one another, for one another, until the universe outside of them ceased being, was all they could want and hope for, end of story… that, and it also made them grow, which was always a welcome addition.
Most of the time, however, there was a limit; the two of them might be colossal and hyper-durable, but even they inevitably ran into a brick wall when it came to their stamina: no matter how long it took, they did find an end to it. Yes, it took more climaxes than most people would experience in an entire year spread across a single night, and yes, it would likely lead to the destruction of their bed (again), but they did find a point beyond which they couldn't keep going.
Which made it strange when, that night, they just didn't. It was easy to ignore at first, as were most things when the two Arcanines got going and forgot that existence existed beyond one another's gaze, but when the number of orgasms climbed to the high two digits and they couldn't seem to find an end to their energy reserves, both Clara and Brad began wondering if something wasn't dreadfully wrong with them. Then again, maybe "wrong" was not the right word to use, but definitely unusual at the very least; when they broke one hundred and seemed more rearing to go than before, that was when Brad, in all of his aroused wisdom, decided that it was time to "finish it", and started pounding away even harder than before.
This accomplished very little beyond making the counter climb faster, and with each climax adding more size onto the two, even if just temporary, their bedroom was very rapidly filled up to the point where neither of them could truly move. Brad could keep bucking his hips and Clara could absolutely open her mouth and bathe the two in a shower of fire, but beyond that, the walls became constricting, a prison for them that neither Arcanine could bear to live with anymore.
Never before had they grown so much that they literally brought the house down, but at that point, they had two options: stop and prevent the budding disaster from progressing any further, or keep going and see where it went. The former option, to put it frankly, wasn't one: it existed because it had to exist, but at no point did it stand even the remotest chance of being selected. Brad refused to let Clara end the night unsatisfied, and Clara was determined to make her precious pup experience the fullest and most delightful pleasures that her body could provide; together, this created a volatile cocktail that could only lead to their bedroom walls collapsing outwards, the ceiling caving in on their heads, and the whole building suddenly noticing that something was definitely off about that time.
Few responded in time, and even those that did barely made it out of their front doors before the entire apartment block was wracked by another set of rumbling quakes, this time as a result of the two Arcanines finally having some room to exercise their love in; it didn't become obvious until they were freed from their bedroom, but they absolutely needed all that space to properly express what they felt for one another, nevermind how this should've been obvious from the start.
They had their bedroom and living room together now, and judging from how quickly they were expanding, the couple was about to add the kitchen and foyer to the mix, as well as the apartment above theirs! Not that the owners minded, of course; they might've been somewhat surprised at how their floors gave way without any warning, but they did end up falling into so much fluff that it hardly mattered. If they had met nothing but cold ground, then sure, maybe they would get slightly upset that Clara and Brad had lost control and wrecked through a large portion of a building where other people lived, but after getting a handful of fur and a faceful of direct contact with the Arcanines?
Why, it was a wonder they could even think at all; within moments all of their conscious processes would be throwing their hands in the air and figuring it was best to stop worrying and enjoy what they'd been given, to give up thinking about silly things like "rent" or "food" and just focus entirely on how good it was to be on… who was it?
It was hard to tell exactly who they were on, what with the conglomeration of fur and fuzz being such that, quite honestly, the newest passengers could be being jostled from Clara to Brad and back and they wouldn't even begin to notice. And to them were added plenty others, as neither Arcanine seemed willing to slow down, let alone stop; without any delay between one orgasm and the next, it didn't take them much longer before their bodies became insurmountably massive, impossibly so, bringing the whole building down on their heads before anyone could react to it.
Those who were lucky enough to be out in the hallways when this happened would find themselves somehow scooped by the advancing tidal wave of red and orange fur, while the ones who remained indoors would quite simply fall onto the Arcanines, owing to them living on the ground floor and having nowhere to go but up and out… so, up and out they went. Why bother waiting when they could be throwing themselves into the thick of it instead?
There they were, bigger than their home, soon to be bigger than the building it was in, so why do anything other than… more? There was a whole world out there, one who was desperate for relief from the troubles of everyday, mundane existence, and the two of them, blessed as they were with the power to fix that, should do everything in their power to provide the respite that all others sorely needed. If not, then at least they should give it their best try; it was the least they could do, all things considered.
Granted, most people would try to get around to doing that through more conventional methods, such as solving hunger or stabilising the planet's geopolitical situation, but really, if one just squinted and looked at it sideways, wasn't that what the Arcanine couple was doing in the end? By providing themselves as a body upon which to rest and reside, they were effectively eliminating homelessness wherever they passed; through their fluff, they were the purveyors of the utmost comfort, warmth and happiness, enough to overwhelm even the darkest of pits and elevate the blessed to a state more glorious than they ever thought possible.
And, though neither of two were quite willing to just say it, the fact of the matter was that Clara produced more than enough milk to feed whoever wanted to climb aboard her body, more than enough to provide for those on Brad as well! Hyper-nutritious, bottomless and never-ending, it would serve as the perfect mannah for the little ones living with them, who would no longer want for anything; simultaneously, this would more or less cause any extant conflict to simply… cease.
Who ever would have the time to argue about worldly affairs when they had someone like Brad or Clara there? Who among mortalkind had the patience to worry about how their governance was going when faced with the prospect of a Heaven, right there for them to join? It felt silly to think about anything other than climbing onto the Arcanines and following them wherever they may go, and just like that, this one infectious thought spread across the entirety of the world's population, most of whom weren't even aware of what was happening at all!
It was as if something had changed in the basic coding of the universe, a constant tweaked so that particular nugget of information became something everyone knew, instinctively. It was impossible to explain through their civilization's current understanding of physics, but then again, neither Clara nor Brad particularly cared about what was "possible" or what was an "affront to the fabric of spacetime", a term they didn't quite know the origin of, but somehow kept hearing on repeat inside their heads before pushing it aside.
It wasn't for them to worry about; surely, the universe would know how to adapt, as it had so many times before. Surely, if the two of them just kept going, then things would fix themselves, as indeed they had already; had they not been providing a service for the community, in every single community immediately around theirs already? And all they had to do was do what came naturally: hold one another and let nature take over, then just turn their brains off and enjoy the ride!
No further effort required, just the openness of others to accept the gift they were given and ride the wave until they fell asleep and then woke up several hours later feeling fuller, fresher, and far more restored than they ever had in their lives before. And all that was required of the Arca-couple was momentum: the momentum to keep making love, the momentum for Brad to do what he did best and jackhammer with enough power to make the ground tremble, the momentum for Clara to moan and scream for more as her prodigious bust burst forth with milk, showering everything around the two even as the male Arcanine was swallowed by by cleavage.
The momentum to grow and to keep growing, to experience climax every other second and yet keep going despite their complete lack of energy… one that, after a point, both of them realised wasn't there at all. They should be exhausted; by all means, after everything they'd done, they had no right to want to carry on, much less be capable of doing so. But almost as if the universe had flipped on its head and inverted energy requirements, both Brad and Clara found that the more effort they expended, the more they wanted to spend, and the more energised they felt to do so.
They were both batteries becoming fuller and more charged with use, a blatant violation of just about every physical Law in existence, yet one that neither of the two lovers cared enough to think about, much less consider. It worked, it felt good, and as long as those two constants remained a constant, that was all they really needed; no ifs, ands, or buts involved, just one long rutting session that seemed destined to never end, no matter how much time the two of them spent together or how many times Brad's nuts clenched and painted Clara's insides white.
Well, her insides and everything else around the two as well; even they had their limits, and while his lover was stretchy enough to take most of what he gave her, Brad was still producing enough of his seed that it inevitably spilled out, backblasting into the outside world in copious enough quantities that anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the flood would find themselves washed up and splattered against a hard surface somewhere. That is, until the growing fluff mountains eventually grew big enough to reach them, at which point they'd get a face full of floof followed by the best ride of their life, never to end and always to improve upon itself.
It was a testament to the sort of body that Clara had that her dairy spouts somehow managed to put even this to shame; Brad might try his best, and indeed he was doing just that, but he just couldn't compete with the lactic geysers being jettisoned from both of his mate's breasts, nor with the sheer volume of milk splashing all around the two. Even better was how he couldn't see it either; maybe, if it had taken place just a couple of minutes prior, he would've had a good view of the first milk rains, but being stuck underneath what had to be a mile of cleavage in every direction, there was little he could do beyond hope for the best… and keep on thrusting, trusting in himself that things were going just fine.
It was here, at this point, that the size difference between the two of them grew to become even more exacerbated; Brad had already started off shorter than Clara, and was clearly not as capable of growth as she was, while the female Arcanine had taken the lead and refused to let go of it for as long as she physically could. Not out of a sense of desire, not because she wanted to be bigger, or even the biggest, but entirely because of Brad; she might not be the sort of person to go too wild in her predilections, but she knew how much her other half loved the curves on her, which could only mean the best thing she could do would be to put on even more of them!
To grow, to thicken, to become more was to offer Brad what he most desired, and being a good mate, that was the least she could do for him; thus, it was altogether unsurprising that Clara found it in her to push herself to greater heights whenever she had the opportunity, at times driving herself to the brink of collapse as exhaustion hit and she refused to stop. At times she played into her role perhaps a bit too well, and ended up with a very tuckered-out fire pupper underneath her, eyes rolled up into his skull and body trembling after he failed to contain himself.
But mostly, mostly it was just her becoming bigger: during sex, over time, something in between the two and without, just as long as she became larger, then she was doing her best to make Brad's dreams come true. Thus, it only made sense that she carry on doing so now, even after it became clear that their nirvana had arrived and their personal heaven was there for them to experience; they couldn't possibly climb any higher than they already had, but if that was the case, that meant Clara couldn't give her precious little boy even more of herself, and that just wouldn't do. If the universe told her she'd given all that she could give, her response, fittingly enough, was to demand more to give regardless; if the universe disagreed, or, so it help it, tried to physically stop her, then it better clear out of the way and start running, because no one stood in between the Arcanine giantess and her mate.
Hence why, just a short couple of minutes after the two of them broke free from their home, the difference in size between Brad and Clara was… hard to gauge. Hard because Clara was bigger than the city she used to live in and growing bigger still with each moment, hard because Brad, despite clearly still being visible down below where his shaft kept pounding at his better half, was so unbelievably small compared to the sky-blotting pair of tits he was kept between that no one could truly gauge his size.
Not that there were many people left to do so, once the growth started in earnest and Clara lost control over herself; all she had to do was relinquish her own self-restraint to the aether and suddenly her form barrelled over the landscape, sweeping up everything in its path and pulling it up onto the vast amounts of Arca-floof that adorned her body. Those lucky to be closest to the "front" of this avalanche would thus be given their own spot on top of Clara's body, as even more space was created when she grew bigger still, until nothing remained of the world but herself, her glorious form, there for all to live upon forevermore.
For while Brad held the spot of honour, as indeed only he could, Clara couldn't just keep herself to her little pup; he got the best out of the deal, yes, but she was much too big not to share, and she was certain Brad understood that as well. If they could provide, they should; had that not been the logic behind most of their decisions already? The two of them had gone out of their way to be as helpful as possible to their neighbours whenever the opportunity arose, so if they could scale it up and make everyone their neighbour, then it stood to reason they should be as helpful to them as they were to the ones living in the old, by-then-pulverised apartment block.
And what better way to help, what better way to provide than by being themselves, and growing, and billowing out, and becoming a living, breathing paradise for any and all who wished to live on it? Clara certainly didn't mind, and judging by how Brad was only pounding into her harder with each moment, he absolutely didn't either; thus, the titaness made the call: she was going to grow, and anyone who was close enough to her who wanted to hop aboard and forget about everything was perfectly free to do so.
Not that she gave much of a choice to the little ones beneath her, given how she rolled over the landscape, but once she found where her bodily control functions were, Clara tried her best to give them one; she couldn't stop herself from growing (at least, not without telling Brad to quit it, which she most certainly would not do), but she could wiggle and position herself so that, rather than flattening things on her expansive growth spurt, she'd instead merely cover them, arching her back just enough so that her body would replace the sky, those living underneath her now looking up at endless Arca-floof.
The fur strands themselves were long enough that those who truly wanted could simply climb up a tall building, hold up their hands, and at some point something would come down to fetch them; be it pure dumb luck or the Arcanine goddess answering the prayers of her supplicants, no one really knew, but the fact of the matter was that it happened, and that was it at the end of the day. Somewhere above the heads of so many, a new realm was born, one where they would want for nothing, one where they could surrender their worries and live in eternal bliss, one they owed to the giantess in the sky (and her lovely little mate, stuck somewhere between her mountainous mammaries).
It didn't take long before the first great migrations began, and from there, it was only a couple of hours at best until civilization as it was known collectively decided to simply move towards the better place, the Arcanine giantess burgeoning outwards atop their planet. Why even remain on the planet, when they had a much better option right there? They could just move onto the Arcanine, leaving behind all non-essentials and turning her into their new, mobile world, one that would travel across the stars and provide endless Heaven for any who wished to join.
Maybe there'd be life out there, maybe there wouldn't, but the point was that it was open to any that might exist; the point was that Clara, the merciful goddess, the titaness, the giantess, existed to make sure everything and everyone around her was and felt the best they could, and if that meant providing for a never-ending paradise, if that meant turning herself into a divine platform upon which civilization could ascend to a higher plane, then it was just the next logical step in a process that had begun when she first met Brad.
Brad, her lovely little pup, her precious Arca-hunk, still dutifully bucking his hips, still spending so much energy that he became a living violation of thermodynamics. She could barely even feel him within her bust, but could definitely still feel him where it mattered; it was as if he never grew any smaller, no matter how much bigger she became compared to him, enough so that she began wondering if his cock wasn't swelling disproportionately to the rest of him.
She couldn't tell, obviously; she might be a goddess, but she did have a whole wall of boob in front of her that had, by that point, grown to outsize the planet, making it slightly harder than normal to see anything other than… well, herself. But she was sure he was having his fun, and more than certain he wouldn't be stopping any time soon. And, to be fair, neither would she; Clara still had plenty more to give, and wasn't about to run out now that she could snap her fingers and simply reset her energy reserves. And if that wasn't enough, then she had a whole star right there for her to take, and if that proved insufficient, then she could move onto the rest of the universe.
The two of them were not, after all, done. Hell, they hadn't even begun properly
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They still had so much more to give to one another.
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"I still can't believe you took me up on my offer. Thank you so much!"
He couldn't quite believe it either. Wouldn't be the first time he did something stupid for the sake of trying his luck, but never before in his life had he gone ahead and accepted a request in such blatant as manner as this one; when Ember asked him if he knew how to perform a massage, he knew he should say "no", "absolutely not" or anything like that, but somehow his mouth immediately opened to speak the words "my hands are magic", a comment so blatantly overt and lacking in subtlety that he was surprised at the time at how little the dragoness actually reacted to what he had just told her. Not a blush, not a clearing of the throat, not even a raised eyebrow; all she did was clap her hands excitedly and schedule a date between the two of them, leaving Volt to scramble to find appropriate equipment, because he wasn't about to service royalty by slapping them down on his couch and pretending to know what he was doing. Cost him a pretty penny to set up a proper massage table in one of his offices, then remodel the whole thing to make it look like a proper parlour, but he was happy with the results; they weren't convincing in the slightest, and anyone with the smallest bit of familiarity with the business would be able to tell it, but he was happy nonetheless for what amounted to a last-minute slapdash stopgap.
Still, Ember was nice enough not to say anything, though it was obvious she was fully aware of how little preparation actually went into it; the dragoness merely nodded as she looked around the "parlour" before removing her clothes, piling them up neatly on a chair, and lying down on the (genuine) massage table, adjusting herself so that her head would rest on her arms. Volt had not expected her to be so comfortable with her own nudity in front of him, much less so eager to flaunt herself in the way that she did, and even his own breeder instincts were taken aback by how much the dragoness dominated the room with her sheer presence; it was true what they said about draconic royalty at least, because the one thing in the dragon's mind was the need to get on his knees and worship that gorgeous beauty… a though that persisted even after he shook his head to try and get it out, and remained stuck to the back of his thought process beyond the point where he got busy actually massaging her. To be fair, it was hard not to think about it when her body was the way that it was; while Ember was not possessed of the same ridiculously exaggerated curves as Volt was used to playing with, there was something about the ones she did have that made them just as supple, just as delectable and needing of attention. Perhaps it was the smoothness of her scales, which seemed almost unnatural, or maybe even the way the light bounced off of them, giving them a shine as soft as her body was to the touch. She was a living painting, a canvas with just the right colour and texture to ensure that anyone gazing upon it would be told, in no uncertain terms, that this woman was regal, and that due respect was owed to her on that station alone. Volt felt practically intimidated by what he was seeing and touching, so much so that, for the first time in his life, he didn't immediately start making sexual remarks and blatant passes at someone in a perfect position for him to do so; it felt wrong, somehow, for him to take the first step, rather than allowing the royal dragoness to dictate what they would do and when.
As such, he decided to fill the time with some smalltalk. Not really anything interesting, just chatting about his family, her family, the difference in living standards and the legitimacy of a monarchy in this day and age, that sort of thing; he was surprised to learn that Ember's opinions very much matched his own, despite being a monarch herself, and this gave rise to a lengthy diatribe on how she was sick to death of "tradition" and "regal regulations" and whatever else was on the books seemingly just to annoy her and everyone else of the royal line. She would much rather, as she noted with great enthusiasm, have time to do whatever it was she wanted to do, to pursue her dreams and make something of herself, rather than having to worry about bearing the weight of a crown on her head. It wasn't all that it was cut out to be, especially when it came time for her to make tough decisions that would inevitably make everyone hate her for doing something that had to be done; to say nothing of the many, many opportunities she had missed because of her schedule being as filled as it was. Only then did Volt realize how lucky he was to have her in his house, or how much it should truly mean to the both of them; it might've been dropped as if it didn't matter that much, but when Ember said that this had been her first true day off in over six months, both of them knew full well what the significance of it was, and how much of an honour it had been for her to choose to spend this time with Volt rather than doing anything else… especially given that he wasn't, in any way, an actual masseuse.
From there, it didn't take long before the conversation began to take a few detours into the more intimate and, dare he say it, lewd; the dragoness was quite happy to discuss matters of a more sexual persuasion, mostly to complain about how she never had the time for a proper fuck anymore and how every time she felt like heading out and finding a good cock to get impaled on, she could never be certain that it was because her partner du jour genuinely found her attractive or was just trying to curry favor with her in order to cash it in later. To say that this killed the mood would be an understatement, hence why she had taken up Volt's offer: if nothing else, Ember could be certain that if the dragon told her something, then it had to be true, or at least he would genuinely believe it to be so. Which is why she, right after making that conclusion, asked him if he thought she was hot.
There were a lot of ways he could've answered that, and every single one seemed to be completely out of line when dealing with literal royalty; how could he be expected to reply to that question truthfully when speaking to someone who was, technically speaking, his liege? It activated a part of his brain that he very rarely felt, the part that reminded him of what "authority" was, leaving Volt feeling lightheaded and disoriented, unable to think of any proper response that wouldn't sound too lewd or disrespectful. Because of course she was hot; she was literally smoking hot most of the time, given how warm her body was, and to say anything else would be a damnable lie! He could barely look at her without thinking of at least a dozen different ways he would make her squeak and scream for his name in the same breath, a dozen more where he'd breed her so hard that she wouldn't be able to walk properly until all the eggs were laid months later. Just the thought of being able to lay his hands on her in a way that would let him fill her womb with his seed left him feeling so hot and bothered that he had to stop and physically force his cock to stand down, lest it upturn the massage table and make things extremely awkward for the both of them. Worse still, Ember seemed somewhat aware of this, given where her head was tilted towards, but said nothing; rather, her eyes met his, in a way that let him know she expected an answer, expected it quickly, and expected it to be nothing but truthful.
"Y-yes, of course I do."
This was as far as he could go without doing anything else more… direct. His instincts were starting to kick in, his body demanded attention be given to it or else it would hijack his conscious mind and force it to do something about it, but he still managed to hold back, at least for the time being. Ember seemed satisfied with the response, even if she said nothing. Her tail swung lazily from side to side, its tip getting dangerously close to a certain part of Volt's body that he could not afford to receive any stimulation at the time; this carried on for long enough that he realized it was deliberate and very much intended to get a reaction out of him, enough that he was just about ready to respectfully request that she stop when she spoke up again, this time with something far more direct and crass.
"Do you want to fuck me, Volt?"
Yes. Yes he did. He wanted to bend her over and rut her until her legs were left quivering and unable to support her and her nethers were oozing with his cum from how much he filled her. He wanted to leave her gasping for breath and unable to get it, begging for him to go at it again, and again, until walking was no longer a possibility for her. He wanted to tell her, in equally uncertain terms, that he absolutely wanted to fuck her, and fuck her hard; unfortunately, the question was so direct and upfront that all he could do was react in as base a manner as his body could afford, and this meant having his shorts rip apart when his cock rose to full mast, followed by it slamming against the underside of the massage table as his nuts spilled from the tattered cloth and swung heavily beneath his legs. Ember, being Ember, immediately picked up on this, and her reaction really sold what was going on inside of her head: she raised a single eyebrow. It was as if the dragoness was admiring a particularly savory dish, or a work of art by an unknown savant in need of discovery and exposure; it was fascination more than anything else, though clearly an aroused one judging from the blush on her cheeks.
"I tire of this charade," she spoke up again, "I didn't come all the way here so we could pretend not to be interested in one another. I've seen the way you behave around other dragonesses of larger size, and frankly, I also want some of that. Surely you wouldn't think of denying me such an opportunity, would you?"
"O-Of course not!" Volt replied almost instantly, "I'm just… s-surprised, is all."
"Surprised? Volt, please, we both know why we're here, let's not pretend otherwise" - the dragoness rose from the table, snapping her fingers and having it projected across the room, where it landed in a mangled heap - "Of all the dragons that I could be spending my very limited time with, I chose to be with you. Surely that would count for something, wouldn't it?"
Her words were a lot less conceited than they might otherwise imply, given the tone they were spoken with. There was a lot of loneliness hidden in them, countless hours wasted doing something that left her miserable afterwards, hours she desperately wanted to recover in any way she could. The dragon, knowing now was the chance to do something about it, chose to start their night in the most tender way he could think of: taking a step forward, bringing the two of them into a tight embrace, and planting a very long kiss that lasted far beyond the point where the cock stuck between them stopped feeling awkward. Sure, it was still spurting pre and throbbing hard enough that they felt it on each heartbeat, but the kiss was what mattered… at least until they both felt small splashes on the bottom of their muzzles, and figured it was time to adjourn to Volt's bedroom.
Of course, this didn't mean they had to do it while separated; nothing was -stopping them from carrying on with the kiss and refusing to let go of one another while stumbling their way onto a bed, especially not when it gave the dragon an opportunity to bring one of his hands to his beautiful dragoness' ample breasts, giving them the sort of squeeze he'd been hoping to enjoy over the course of their massage… a thought that made him realize just how desperate he truly way to savour a body as delectable as hers. Why was it, then, that he didn't feel in control? Why was it that every one of his moves felt as if she had been expecting them, guiding his hands where they had to go, moving herself in ways that would maximize pleasure and enjoyment for the both of them? Perhaps Ember had been planning for this encounter even more than he himself had, or maybe she was just exceedingly good at improvisation; whatever the case may be, it took them about fifteen minutes to even get into the bedroom, five more to drop onto the bed, and even then they both felt like they had barely started at all.
Or rather, he was dropped onto the bed; Ember remained standing, plumping up her breasts and making sure they were nice and bouncy before bending over and dropping them onto his lap. Volt's back arched immediately after, with the dragoness expertly caging his cock inside of her cleavage, using her hands to squeeze her tits together and caress his rod in ways that he hadn't thought possible before. Of course, given that it was too big to be encapsulated by a mere pair of tits, there was enough of it left that Ember could easily open her mouth and take the tip into it, then move her head down and bulge her throat out with the shaft's mass. A boobjob-slash-blowjob, a staple of Volt's sexual escapades, yet somehow so much better than the usual fare; if there was anything he'd learned that night, it was that the only magical pair of hands belonged to Ember, not him, because the way she moved her bust around his nethers was… well, it was hard to put to words, mostly because the sensations were overloading every part of his brain that didn't deal exclusively with pleasure, and he had to make sure that no sounds escaped, lest they turn into undignified squeaks or pitiful, whining begging for her to go harder on him.
Slowly, but surely, his size continued to mount as his arousal grew in equal measure, the soft, leathery groaning of his thickening shaft filling both the room and the inside of Ember's body as she happily choked on that thing and refused to let go. It was actually kind of impressive how easily she took it into her without so much as a gag or a complaint; other women had issues even taking the tip, but that dragoness seemed to be perfectly at ease having something in her throat that was big enough to bulge it out visibly. So at ease that it was Volt who began to lose control of the situation, yielding it to his lover for the first time in goodness knows how many sexual encounters; it had been so long since he met a partner who could take him with such skill that the dragon simply didn't know how to react, ending up flat on his back on the sheets and breathing heavily as his mate carried on squeezing and slurping on his cock. To her credit, she didn't stop or slow down even after it became clear that her ministrations were bringing Volt right to the edge and dangerously close to flying off it, and she didn't even know that his body could keep going after the first climax; as far as Ember was aware, the moment she brought the drake to orgasm, that was it, it would be over… and yet she did so with such enthusiasm and energy that it served as more evidence of how sex-starved she was. Volt wasn't going to complain; the dragoness was about to be surprised either way, so she might as well enjoy herself before it happened.
As was to be expected, his first climax came soon after, with the dragon's claws rending several gashes in the sheets while his back arched upwards and about half a gallon of spunk spurted out from Ember's mouth as she failed to take the whole load. It was still enough to bulge her throat out even further, plus leave her belly somewhat bloated by the time it was done, and finally managed to get her to retch and sputter after her gag reflex was triggered; thick strands of cum hung between her mouth and Volt's tip when she moved back, giving her an opportunity to quite unashamedly lick them up and swallow whatever she could, then slump against a wall patting her swollen stomach. She had perhaps expected that to be the end of things for the time being, that she'd have the time to rest and recuperate before Volt could go again, but on looking up and noticing how the dragon's shaft was still fully erect, still bubbling with cum at the tip and begging to be treated the way it had just been… well, to say her eyes were glazed over at the sight would be an understatement, the dragoness' mind unable to fully process what was happening in front of her. As if on auto-pilot, her body got up and walked her towards her prize once again, hands outstretched and ready to take that cock again, before Ember managed to wrest control of herself from her own baser instincts and shook the trance away. She looked up, towards Volt, and with some difficulty forced herself to put her hands on her hips when she spoke again:
"You could've told me you were like this, I would've taken my time then!" - Ember was clearly trying to denounce him, or sound accusatory, but all she managed was to reveal how aroused she was - "Or… honestly, if you're bottomless, I have a much better job for you. Scoot over, I need room."
The dragoness barely gave Volt five seconds to react before she climbed onto the bed herself, almost pushing the dragon away from her and making an even bigger mess of the sheets. She positioned herself quite conspicuously in relation to him: both hands on the wooden headboard, kneeling on the mattress and with her ass facing Volt, one that she was wiggling and keeping up in the air. In all honesty, she didn't really need to say anything to the effect of "Breed me", but she did anyway; Ember knew for a fact that, as much of a stud as her current mate was, he could always be coaxed into being an even better one by giving him the sort of indecent motivation that only a male like him would love. Indeed, as soon as she issued the command, Volt was filled with both a renewed sense of purpose and enough energy to bring the house down, the bedsprings complaining loudly when he flipped around and immediately sunk his claws onto those plush asscheeks in front of him, angling the tip of his shaft to poke at Ember's already-wet folds. There was no need for lubrication there, much less foreplay; the two dragons wanted to fuck and Volt was more than happy to go along with it, and thus the moment he felt his soaked tip enter into contact with his lover's slit, his muscles reacted in the only way they could: firing his hips forward and thrusting hard enough for him to bottom out inside of Ember almost instantly, leaving a cock-shaped bulge on her belly and drawing a loud, borderline pained moan from the dragoness.
Things progressed as they usually did from then on; not a lot of inventiveness that could be put to practice when one's entire motivation is to fuck like an animal and cum their brains out, nor was there a lot of room for innovation when the dragon's sole purpose was to keep jackhammering into his mate while countless amounts of his seed oozed from her tight hole whenever he wasn't base-deep inside of it. Ember's squeaks and moans were joined by unabashedly wet and lewd thwapping and slapping whenever Volt's balls smacked against her, along with the grunts and groans emanating from the dragon's own throat as he struggled against his more primal and predatorial side. The two were no longer Ember and Volt, friends-turned-lovers enjoying a good day off, but two draconic beasts overtaken by lust and a desire to breed, possessed of nothing more than a base instinct to fill and be filled, until they could no longer even move from how tired and beaten up they were. Volt was certainly happy to provide; within minutes he was discharging inside of Ember again, painting her insides even whiter than before and leaving her womb a stuffed and swollen cum balloon, enough that her belly began to bloat outwards at an accelerated rate. Not having to worry about the dragoness swallowing his load, the drake had only to bottom out and stay bottomed out for every last drop to be kept inside of her; most of it was bound to spurt out afterwards, but who was counting?
This wasn't the end of it though, not by a long shot. Volt gave his partner some time to think that things were over, that she could focus on playing with her hanging tits after bringing her hands away from the one thing keeping her in place; as soon as she was away from the headboard though, that's when the dragon brought his arms around her torso, hugged her tightly… and then pulled back, landing on the mattress sitting down and with his mate now impaled on his cock and sitting on him, gravity ensuring she got the biggest filling possible as the dragon's cock continued to slowly swell and gain even more mass. Now was the time for him to show her what his power truly was, and how much he'd been hiding it for the sake of appearances, by laying back just enough to give him room to move his hips and resume pistoning into her at full strength! There was no way he was going to physically lift her, not after her cumgut was stuffed to the point that it was, but as long as he had a few inches of clearance, he could quite easily slam into her still-somehow-tight slit with as much strength as before, not really needing a whole lot of space to bring his stamina to bear. As for Ember, she didn't really know how to react; one moment she was kneeling on a bed and gasping for breath after the greatest fuck of her life, the next she was being pulled back, held against a warm body and having her legs spread out while her nethers were pounded harder than ever before. Really, all she could think to do was beg for Volt to go even faster and fill her even more, because at that point, asking for anything else was tantamount to blasphemy.
Of course, even the dragon had his limits, for two climaxes had taken quite the toll on his ability to produce and how much spunk he could output. By that point, it was less a third orgasm, a defined moment, and more a continued release that just happened to be thicker and more powerful than normal, one that sapped him of what remained of his strength and left the dragon working off of muscle memory and instinct more than anything else; he didn't even notice when his strength and stamina faltered and he fell onto the bed, collapsing in exhaustion long after Ember herself had completely given up and gone limp. The dragoness' belly was practically a blimp, far bigger than a gravid one and sloshing almost obscenely loudly with the amount of cum it was storing; most of it was going to go away on its own, but perhaps the biggest surprise for the night was that some of it wouldn't. In fact, some of it would make a much bigger "problem" for Ember after her body had time to adapt and process what it had been filled with.
It started off innocently enough, especially after Volt slowly pushed her off of himself. The ensuing gush of spunk nearly splattered against the wall, and the remainder of the filling came soon after, oozing and spurting out of her battered lips and onto the ground, drawing long sighs and muffled moans and clicks from the dragoness' throat. It took the better part of half an hour before she was back at size where she wouldn't have to waddle, and from there it quickly became clear that something was dreadfully "wrong" about the procedure, for even after the last drop was pushed out of her, she was still more swollen than she had been before the two of them got started; in fact, she was actually bigger than after the blowjob literally blew up in her face, and though the dragoness was initially unaware of this, her wandering hands soon picked up on it. She tried to get back up, ending up in an awkward sitting position more than anything else, and stared quizzically at a belly that should be flat, but instead had been rounded out quite nicely, seemingly permanently at that. It was only after she began pressing into it, discovering the shapes that lay within, that Ember thought to look up and stare at Volt, her eyes wide and her mouth agape, probably wondering when her mate was going to tell her about that aspect of his virility.
"What can I say? I was always the strong type," he replied to her silent question, shrugging and attempting to look disinterested and aloof, a 'bad boy' persona that he utterly failed at keeping up, "though, to be honest, I wasn't expecting you to develop eggs so quickly."
"I'm sorry, I have eggs in me?!" Ember shouted, "How many?!"
"Oh, don't worry about the number, it's only ever going to go up" - Volt chuckled as his response made the dragoness sputter and trip over words even harder - "Trust me, in a couple of months, you're going to be dragging around hundreds of them in there. But don't worry honey."
The dragon preempted any further complaints by leaning forward and planting a smooch on the dragoness' lips, allowing their tongues to play off one another and hoping to transfer some of his calm onto her. It didn't work as well as he expected, given the shock of finding out that she had eggs growing inside of her, but at least Ember didn't look like she wanted to kill him with a rusty spoon.
"I'll be here for you, every step of the way."
***
Several months later, Volt was returning from another day at whatever his nondescript job happened to be, once again taking a detour from what used to be his regular route and driving away from his home; it had been all-but abandoned by that point in time, the lights and water kept on purely because he wasn't willing to let go of it just yet. For some time now, Volt had been living with Ember, at her place, because she happened to have a house that could deal with the sort of size problem that the dragon had imparted upon her… plus the fact that she was royalty at the end of the day, and not only had to deal with the affairs of state, but also commanded the loyalty of hundreds of servants that could attend to her every need. Despite everyone's warnings that she should take it easy, that she should "think of the young'uns" and reduce her workload, Ember continued to try and do as much as she could for dragonkind, seemingly possessed of a bottomless wellspring of energy. Perhaps motherhood had infused her with a renewed sense of purpose, or maybe it was having Volt there at her beck and call, to cuddle with and fuck whenever she damn well felt like it. Whatever the case, the dragoness queen had been spending more and more time in her office as of late, seeing as her body was becoming too bloated for her to go anywhere else; as much as she might want to do everything twice over, there was no arguing with a belly full of eggs that nearly scraped the floor whenever she walked from place to place. For her safety, she was instructed to remain stationary unless moving was absolutely necessary, with her staff taking up most of the out-of-office responsibilities, something they'd been demanding to do ever since Ember became queen, and now finally managed to wrench from her firm hand.
That day, however, was special: Volt remembered to buy some sweets for his sweetheart! A whole bag of candy that he was quite certain would be confiscated and thrown into the rubbish bin because they were deemed too unhealthy for the mother-to-be, hence why he was hiding them inside of his coat whenever he saw any of the servants pass by him. He nodded along, said hello to the right people, then nonchalantly walked into Ember's quarters, to the sight of a room-dominating belly filled with so many eggs that he could see a few of them poking against her skin from within.
Just a few more months, and then they'd be a happy family.
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Everyone in the room was staring at her like she was some sort of freak of nature, and everyone eventually kept looking at her with their arousal taking over and leaving them an absolute wreck, just like she liked seeing it. Very few people could resist her charms, and even those stuffy suburbanites at the clinic eventually succumbed to the allure that her body exuded from every pore… though mostly from her chest. It wasn't every day that they got to see someone whose tits were so large that they completely covered her torso, lap, the two chairs immediately next to her and still had enough volume to spill over onto the ground; nor was it every day that, when her name was called out and she got up, said breasts barely seemed to change shape at all, merely rising a couple of inches off the ground when the avian moved towards the doctor's office.
Pavita was there on request from one of her friends, who worked at that very fertility clinic and told her that he had the "business opportunity of the century" waiting for her there, something to do with surrogate motherhood and some cryptozoological discovery of some sort, she wasn't really listening to the technical details; what mattered to her was that she was promised both a hefty sum and the ability to improve her bust size, two things that she was practically always on the prowl for. So much so that, even when she sat down in front of a ten-person team who ran her through every single detail of the procedure she was to subject herself to, Pavita maybe heard about a tenth of it, and only bothered to remember a fraction of that as well; all that mattered were the important key points: she was going to serve as a surrogate mother for some kind of never-before-seen species of aquatic leviathan (whatever that meant), and as a result, not only would her breasts balloon with milk for the brood, but her bank account would be running over as well, owing to the highly experimental and dangerous nature of the pregnancy she was signing up for. Not that Pavita particularly cared about that bit; all she heard in the whole speech were "bigger… breasts" and everything else was just window dressing as far as she was concerned. The bird nodded along and signed every paper she was asked to provide a signature for, saying yes whenever queried and doing her best to reassure everyone that she was perfectly aware of the risks, even when the whole team knew damn well she hadn't listened to a single word they said. With her fate thus sealed, Pavita got back up and left, to return a week later when the samples would be ready and her body would be made into a nursery for… whatever creature it was that they wanted to study the spawn of.
The days went by quickly, with her daily routine helping her to forget most of the time not spent thinking about bigger tits or finally being able to produce milk naturally. It was a wonderful fantasy, especially when she was alone with herself in the bathroom or bedroom and could let loose for a bit inside the soundproofed walls she had installed. Her suitors were lucky none of them were called to satisfy her eternal arousal, or else they'd leave the house with their spines bent out of shape from all the bouncing; instead, her fingers were given quite the workout over the course of her week waiting, enough that, when she presented herself to the fertility clinic again, she had to make sure to keep her hands nice and wrapped tightly in one another to keep them from shaking too much.
The procedure itself didn't last long, and indeed was so simple that she was out of there in just a few hours, most of which were to ensure that the embryos had "taken" and weren't immediately rejected due to the sheer difference between the surrogate mother and the original species. Once the team was certain that the experiment was off to a good start, that's when the scheduling came into play: an endless series of instructions for when she should do something, how, in what way, and the many, many times she was expected to present herself at the clinic again for inspection and analysis, just to be certain that the pregnancy was going according to plan. The team even gave her a calendar with every appointment marked on it, giving Pavita no excuses for missing one; with the next nine months of her life planned out in her stead, all she had to do was make sure she was available at the right day, at the right hour, and everything else was up to her… and given what sort of payment she was receiving on a monthly basis just to carry those young creatures to term, there weren't a lot of reasons for her to be doing anything but lounging about and relaxing; the bird's eyes practically turned into dollar signs from how much money she saw on the contract, one of the few times where she broke free of her lactic funk and actually paid attention to the world around her.
This didn't last long though; by the time she got home, leaving the bus under the usual amount of unashamed stares, her mind had once again been focused entirely on her tits, and all the wondrous ways they'd grow bigger and fuller over the course of the next three trimesters. In fact, they already felt quite tight, though whether or not that was real or just in her head was still up for someone else to decide; what was real was her lust for a bigger bust, as well as the means through which she would achieve such a thing: up in her bedroom, safely hidden in a drawer, were a series of bottles filled with pills that she had "purchased" from a "concerned friend" who happened to "acquire" them off the back of a pharmaceutical plant's experimental research project; they were supposed to be lactation supplements, designed to induce a higher production of milk in mothers-to-be, but ones that hadn't been properly tested yet. Their potency was what Pavita was after, as the information she received from other such concerned sources indicated that they were extremely strong and capable of turning even the most barren of breasts into a veritable fountain just with a single dose; so, of course, she immediately opened up a bottle and downed the entirety of its contents, barely even stopping to breathe along the way and almost gagging from how many pills she was swallowing. Once done, she licked her beak, let loose a long, contented sigh, and almost immediately felt her dress rip apart as her breasts began to churn and gurgle with their kickstarted milkiness.
Both of them fell on the floor with a loud thump, strongly enough that the wooden panels underneath creaked slightly from the weight. She could see them bloat outwards, inch after inch, even as her nipples erupted with a thick gout of milk each; despite being in what appeared to be full flow, Pavita nonetheless continued to grow at an astounding rate, enough that even in her lust-addled state she felt slightly worried at the fact that it wasn't stopping… for about ten seconds, after which she decided to shrug, allow herself to fall forward and then slip into a state of semi-awareness where the only thing she could hear was the sloshing of milk currents and the groaning of an expanding, always-growing bosom. When she came to, it was several hours later, her back was to a wall, and the room had effectively turned into a repository for her tits; one nipple, now bigger than her head, had invaded the bathroom on one side, while the other poked out into the corridor on the other end, both of them gushing with rivers of warm cream that flowed down the sides of her breasts and warmed them quite delightfully. Pavita's eyes were still half-lidded despite her being fully awake, and it took all of her might not to simply empty out every milk supplement she had… once again, for about ten seconds; after all, if she was already stuck in her bedroom, with tits so big that moving was a thing of the past, then why was she worrying about saving for later? She had nine months of this ahead of her, there was no real reason for her to hold back and not simply enjoy herself as much as she could right now!
Luckily for the bird, she'd been close enough to her nightstand before her growth burst that all it took was some wriggling around to find it again, buried underneath literal tons of breastflesh and veritable curtains of sweat and cream; only then did Pavita notice there was some of it on the ceiling as well, and made the conscious decision not to wonder how it even got there. Opening the drawer was extremely difficult, yet another reason for her to just take all the bottles and consume every pill inside of them while she still could, something she did with gusto as extreme as her disregard for her own safety. The house didn't last too long after that; seeing as it had two stories, the floor gave way very quickly after she was done overdosing on lactation aids, though there was barely any pain to be had from how colossal and bloated her tits had become. Instead, Pavita merely landed on two very soft, stuffed beds that broke her fall with minimal hassle, her memory just then being jogged enough to remind the birdbrain of why her breasts were taking so well to the pills: how could she have forgotten about the implants?
They'd cost her an arm and a leg, not to mention needed some illegal maneuvering that she was certain would end up biting her in the ass some time later, but a few months back, she had a set of implants placed inside of her breasts; these weren't designed for size, but for supporting lactation, and as such as remained dormant up until that exact moment. Their inner workings were still a mystery to the avian, who was more than happy to run off what her other concerned friend had assured her was "legit", but they were at least supposed to irritate her milk glands in order to produce more milk when already in the presence of some; in other words, the more milk she produced, the more her ability to produce it would be increased, leading to a vicious cycle that'd be more than capable of immobilizing her even without the several bottles of lactation supplements she had just consumed. Now, however, with so much fuel thrown down her gullet, was it any surprise that her body was reacting in the way that it was? She was gaining feet every other second, filling up at a rate so elevated that it couldn't possibly be safe for her or her body… but she didn't care. She didn't care when her tits pressed against opposite walls inside of her house, she didn't care when she heard the structure and frame of her abode groan underneath the strain, she certainly didn't care when her back was being pressed against the top of the attic when her nipples were rubbing against the ground floor. There was naught but one desire in her mind: to grow bigger, and to become fuller, and for that, all she had to do was… nothing. It was the easiest job on the planet!
It was almost impressive how quickly the bird threw the fertility team's plans out the window, but to her credit, she fully intended to carry those soon-to-be-babies in her to full term; after all, if she had no young inside of her, then her body would eventually catch up to that and realize it should stop making milk, and Pavita just couldn't have that happen. No, those embryos she had implanted earlier that day had to remain safe, and what was safer than being stuck on a pair of growing tits that filled faster and faster the more milk they produced? Her bust was already big enough to have blown clear through her home, reducing most of it to bits of wood, dust and the occasional chunk of concrete, and it had barely been an hour since her first dosage… or so she assumed; it could be later, assuming she was knocked out for longer. Regardless, what mattered was she was growing, and now that the whole world could see that, it would turn into the whole point of her existence! What was the fertility team going to do, stop her? They'd invested too many resources already, so they had to play into her game or risk losing everything they strived for; a masterstroke, as far as she was concerned, even if a particularly callous one.
From there, things were quite simple: she made more milk, her tits got bigger, her implants reacted to force her to produce even faster, and the growth became faster with time, all while she flooded her surroundings with countless gallons of her sweet, delicious and extremely nutritious cream. Her nipples, by that point about the size of a small car each, had turned into broken fire hydrants of milk, jettisoning the contents of her tits at such a high pressure that anyone caught anywhere near them risked being thrown through the air and only landing on a puddle a few dozen yards away… not that anyone would risk it, given that most of her neighbors were too busy running away in a blind panic, and those that weren't were at least wise enough to step aside when they saw the wall of breastflesh approaching. The ground itself was starting to yield beneath the weight of her tits, the road collapsing almost distressingly easy; at the very least, no one would have to worry about any flooding, seeing as Pavita's tits very effectively blocked the flow of water after she broke the main pipelines. They wouldn't have water either, but who would want that when they could bathe in the creamy glow of her milk and have a filling drink at the same time?
Didn't take a long time before the team from the fertility clinic was pulling over at a respectable distance away from her, shouting at Pavita in a desperate attempt to find out just what in blazes she had done to herself. The bird chose not to respond; it was pretty obvious what the answer was, and they wouldn't like it anyway, so why bother? Best if she lay her head down and allow herself to be rocked to sleep by the rhythmic, throbbing pulsating of her bosom, each of her heart's beats sending shockwaves coursing through those colossal milk makers; that was the life for her.
Fortunately for everyone involved, such a volatile mixture of lactation supplements was bound to burn itself out eventually when her body reacted by filtering them out as quickly as possible; of course, this did take most of the rest of the day, by the end of which Pavita had taken up a significant amount of room in and around the wreckage of her former house. Simple geometry had conspired to keep her from doing too much damage, as her size quickly outstripped the productivity boost that the medication had given her; while the implants' effects were still making themselves known, the bird would have to wait until her pregnancy advanced enough before she felt her milkiness truly ramp up… though of course, this didn't preclude her from having her tits turn into milk factories already; she just couldn't keep up the pace of gobbling up yards upon yards of terrain for too long before her body put an end to the fun.
More or less trapped on top of a set of milkers that were only ever going to get larger, Pavita really had no other option beyond enjoying herself and hoping for the best, not even thinking about caring for herself or such simple things as food or water; she was lucky to have a team of volunteers who stuck through the initial growth spurt and immediately went to work climbing the mountains of breastflesh she had attached to her, hoping to grab her attention. Much like back in the office, even with all ten of them practically shouting at her, the turkey just couldn't bring herself to care that much about what had happened to the project; her tits were bigger, wasn't that all that mattered? Perhaps the best part was that the fertility clinic's staff truly believed that they could get through to her, and so continued to try and reason with their test subject for a truly unreasonable amount of time, well past sunset and into the late hours of the night; eventually, however, even the most persistent among them gave up trying, the rest having collapsed from exhaustion after finding a particularly comfortable spot on those colossal tits where they could lie down and sleep until morning. There wasn't anything that any of them could do; in one fell swoop, Pavita had destroyed both the integrity of the experiment and any hope they might've had for proper results…
… or had she? Her pregnancy was still ongoing, it just so happened that her belly was no longer going to be the biggest thing the bird had on her. Assuming she didn't put up any resistance, there was no reason why the team couldn't proceed with their plans; all they had to do was move most of their stuff onto the bird's bust and hope that it could withstand the weight of it all… plus hope that she didn't grow so big as to completely obliterate her surroundings, which, given the rate at which Pavita was filling up, still presented itself as an unfortunate possibility. The busty avian, meanwhile, barely had enough of a mind left inside of her to decide on whether or not she wanted to keep on being analyzed for the sake of the experiment; really, as long as her breasts continued to swell, and bloat, and fill, and churn, then she was happy, and her former collaborators could do whatever they very well wanted. In fact, that's exactly what she told them come morning, or at least tried to seeing as it was difficult to come up with any word that wasn't a synonym for "big"; in between moans and after a lot of prodding, she consented to having the experiment continue on her body, then immediately went back to burying her face in her cleavage (or at least whatever miniscule part of it she could reach) and practically purring in delight as a result. This was her heaven.
The days that followed were ones filled with a frenzy of activity on the part of the research team, who effectively had to migrate their entire laboratory and workspace onto Pavita's breasts if they expected to continue to monitor every change to her body. Perhaps the worst part about it all was that, even after everything was in place, the sum total of their equipment barely occupied any room at all on a single one of the bird's tits, which had by that point bloated to such an immense degree that the team was starting to think the lactation "problem" was much worse than they had first anticipated. They had to wear noise-cancelling headgear just to be able to function normally, and all business had to be conducted using either sign language or literal signs; even getting to Pavita alone had become a chore, as the bird slowly sank into her own cleavage and became increasingly more inaccessible as time went on, the cavernous crevice of breastflesh above her becoming ever more perilous to traverse. Meanwhile, the world around her began to disappear underneath the avalanche of milk-stuffed boob that had become most of her body, with the neighborhood having been evacuated fully not a week after she first came home from the clinic; the closest suburbs were soon to follow, and though her lactation capacity wasn't yet powerful enough to get her there, the local mayor's office had to seriously consider evacuating the entire city, lest its inhabitants be buried as well. News crews from around the country began to congregate around the titty giant, most of whom would give up after finding out the person responsible for it was unavailable for comment, leaving the world with the constantly-repeating images of a pair of tits leaking hundreds of gallons of milk every half-second and growing all over the landscape.
Pavita herself was only marginally aware of what was going on with her body. Being used to carrying around tits of a certain size, suddenly being gifted with those monsters made it hard for her brain to process it properly, leaving her in a near-permanent state of climax that she couldn't quite rouse herself out of. She still ate, she still drank, whenever the team's members braved her cleavage and came to deliver food to her, but getting anything else out of her was all-but impossible; words, thoughts, considerations, none of it mattered when there was more rubbing to do, when she had to spend a couple of hours moaning really loudly so that everyone could know how much this entire experience was driving her wild. Did her attendants not understand that her belly was not the most important part of her? That her pregnancy was nothing if not an auxiliary method to improve her bust size?
Well, her body itself seemed to disagree, if only because nature had to take its course eventually. Whatever creature had provided those eggs had to be massive, because her womb was suitably stretched out to a near-comical degree just barely a month after the bird was first impregnated. At first it was nothing but an uncomfortable tightness, but it soon progressed quickly enough that Pavita was pushed up into the light of the sun once again, free from the embrace of her overbearing milk factories by virtue of now being stuck on top of a growing gravid belly! Before long, she was even being weighed down by it, until the balance of her tits was tilted so badly that the birb found herself sliding off and onto the ground; the poor research team had a couple of days at best to get everything off of her tits when they noticed it happening, and when they were finished, and Pavita's young-filled womb slammed into the surface of the Earth, cracking it for a couple of hundred yards in every direction, that's when they knew it was all over. They had already been forced to use scaffolding and climbing equipment just to get to their workstation and to Pavita, and the simple act of getting down from her took most of a day unless aided by a helicopter or five; her tits had ballooned to a size that was so past unreasonable that it couldn't even be described properly, with a good mile of land having been claimed by her bust… and it only ever got worse.
Now with her pregnancy in full swing and the many broodlings inside of her multiplying at a near-exponential rate, her breasts were receiving the proper signals, the ones telling them that they should start producing milk for the clutch that Pavita was carrying to term. Nevermind the fact that she wasn't even done with the first trimester, the creature whose spawn she had inside of her was colossal enough that by the time she was ready to actually give birth, it'd be hard to tell which would be bigger, her tits or her belly, and her tits were very much aware of this… and being aware of it, clearly they had to work extra hard in order to produce all the milk needed to feed those hungry youngsters, which in turn activated the implants inside of them, which in its turn led to the production of even more milk, and before she knew it, Pavita was smack dab in the middle of the very same vicious cycle she had fantasized about for years.
Days began to blend into one another, as there was no longer any need for her to worry about such trivialities as timekeeping or the laws of physics; the combination of the initial supplement boost with the colossal young multiplying inside of her, as well as the effects all of this had on her body led to such a state of affairs that she didn't have to concern herself with personal upkeep. The bird need not eat, for she needn't require any sustenance; she could drink at any point, just open her beak and angle it upwards, for the splashing of milk was powerful enough to create a near-permanent drizzle around her, keeping her nutrition in balance. Sleep was what she did most… or rather, drifting in and out of a semi-conscious state, sometimes being out of it for days at a time, on occasion only drifting away for a few minutes, leaving her truly unable to tell just how long it had been since anything at all happened. The only constant in her life, beyond the gravid belly beneath her that just kept growing bigger and bigger with each passing day, was the knowledge that her tits continued to bloat and fill with delicious milk, thick cream that grew and stacked upon itself until her tits barrelled through everything in their path. She couldn't quite see their full curvature anymore; they had become to enormous that, from where she was stranded atop her full womb, Pavita could just barely make out the point where they started to curve away from her, the sounds of destruction muffled underneath the avalanche of breastflesh advancing onto the countryside.
Evacuating the city turned out to have been the best decision the mayor's office could've taken, because it didn't last the first trimester. Just as the bird was going into the second week of her third month, the downtown area was being flattened by a small fraction of her left breast, steel turned into thin sheets, glass and concrete rendered into shards and dust, nothing left of the metropolis but the foundations and the slightest hint that there once had been pavement there. With no one to witness it, Pavita could rest easy knowing that her path of destruction wasn't harming anyone, a realization that only filled her with further determination to achieve ever-greater and more exaggerated sizes. There was no reason for her not to do so, after all; everything around her was deserted, bereft of life, and if she wanted her tits to take up several more yards by the end of the day, then she could do just that, and with minimal hassle to boot.
She could do far more than that, actually. Her breasts stopped being measurable in mere yards, instead needing miles to be properly understood, her output straining the ability for gallons to describe it; full rivers of milk erupted from each of her nipples, and yet her udders continued to grow at such an astounding pace that even the ground beneath them began to buckle and crack underneath the pressure, sinking vast swaths of it until entire sections of her tits were cradled in smooth rock, carved out by her own continuous milksplosion. Pavita need only close her eyes for a few minutes in order for her bust to be so much larger than it had been before she took a nap that it made her previous size look miniscule… though mostly this was because those "few minutes" turned out to be a few days instead, and she'd been trapped in a near-unconscious daze from all the stimulation her brain was receiving. In between every neuron in her head firing and her skin being practically on fire from… well, everything really, there wasn't a lot of room for her to do anything else but scream for a while, beg for it to go faster, then collapse from exhaustion before "rebooting" and starting over. She had succumbed to the will of her own libido, and no longer cared for anything other than pure, raw sensation, the feeling of her breasts swelling as they occupied miles upon miles of terrain, as the thousands of gallons of milk turned into millions before rolling over several more zeroes.
Pavita had become a landmark, a something rather than a someone, a place that people visited and watched from afar as it continued to grow and bloat and fill, flooding everything around it as its very bounds failed to contain the insane productivity of the milk factories rolling over the landscape. Hills were flattened, towns were engulfed, and everything in a several mile radius simply ceased to exist, consumed by a bust of such unimaginable proportions that even the bird's womb, filled with young belonging to the biggest creature on the planet, barely registered as a blip compared to those tankers' full size. In a way, it was exactly what she had always wanted, and in many other ways, so much more than that. Her bust was a sea of thick lactic cream, filled to the brim and ready to explode, even while venting so much of it that anyone caught anywhere near would drown. It was a mountain of breastflesh that continued to expand no matter how hard it was emptied, only ever producing more as the implants inside of it were pushed to the edge and beyond. There was something magical about it, something so pure that it almost felt wrong… but simultaneously felt so right; like this was her destiny, her fate, and she had just now discovered it.
Pavita sighed, laying her head down for the last time in her pregnancy. She wouldn't be getting up again until the young inside of her were birthed.
But she would be growing bigger.
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"There is the issue of you blanking out midway through," Mina carried on, "but I think we can work on that as we go along. Which reminds me, what even, how do you lose control like that?" - there was a short moment of silence where, it seemed, Mina realized how poorly constructed that question had been if it was intended innocently, at which point she quickly stammered out a correction - "I-I mean uh, you know what I mean! Like, you're… big. Strong. You could probably bench press a car if you wanted to, so I dunno, it's weird that you can't hold onto yourself? Then again, Lira doesn't either, so maybe it's in the genemodding somehow?"
"Could be," Ashly replied almost instinctively, only lending credence to the idea that she wasn't nearly as in control of herself as she liked to believe she was, "it's like there's someone different inside me, like I'm having to fight back against a fucking animal that keeps trying to get loose. I can only imagine what they did to me on the genetic level, honestly, so maybe it's a case of… I dunno, predatory stuff? It isn't the first time this has happened either, b-"
She stopped. Midway through the last word, Ashly realized she had said too much, though less so because she was relaying classified information and more due to the fact that the whole Richard saga was still a sore spot for her and she didn't want to think about it too much, especially not when it would only sour the mood. Then again, just remembering it was enough to get her to scowl and frown, which Mina immediately picked up on; the vixen was surprisingly good at making her relent without saying a single word as well, with all that was needed being a stern look and a slightly tighter hug. "I'm here, dummy," they were saying, letting the wild dog know that it was ridiculous to hold back when clearly she wanted to share it, "you're safe with me," they further insisted, all without making a single sound.
It only felt fair, now that Ashly gave it a moment's thought: Mina had placed an almost ludicrous amount of trust in her while in the bedroom, so really, why shouldn't she trust them back? It wasn't as if she had anyone else to turn to, and besides, things had progressed so weirdly compared to every other relationship she had ever been in that Ashly had given up trying to make any kind of sense out of it; there were no rules there, only instinct, only what felt right at any given time, and if ever there was to be regret for her actions, it would have to come later… so she spoke.
She spoke, and kept speaking, relaying everything from the moment she first left the program (left unmentioned beyond vague references to an "old job"), all the way to when she first "met" Lira after blacking out and finding herself on the website she offered her services in. Everything, from the lowliest of details to the most excruciatingly difficult emotion to process, Ashly just… blurted it out, baring her soul to Mina as the two of them slowly made their way back to the bedroom, throwing the dirty sheets onto the ground so they could use the (comparatively) cleaner mattress below. Ashly found herself lying down on it, with the vixen using her as an impromptu bed-on-a-bed, listening attentively and nodding along to whatever their much larger lover said; they uttered no words, offered no reply, choosing instead to be a receptacle for a story that had clearly wanted to be told, but had never had anyone to be told to.
In fact, after a certain point, Ashly couldn't stop even if she tried; what she was saying was too important not to relay, like it was a living thing that had to be delivered in full rather than in parts. It had a life of its own, and though it was deeply personal to her, the wild dog still couldn't help but feel like it was still separate somehow, like some odd meta-entity that held so much sway over her that she couldn't help but fully describe it. Or, perhaps, she simply had someone to talk to, and had never learned when to keep her mouth shut after letting herself ramble on; that certainly made more sense than the alternative, even if it left Ashly feeling increasingly self-conscious the more she went on.
Still, she made it far enough that it didn't make sense to just stop, and so she kept going, right up until she opened the door to the bar and found Lira and Mina together at a table, waiting for her, at which point the canid did stop talking, having no clue how to keep going. There were a few moments where Mina was clearly left waiting to see if there was anything else to it, if Ashly was going to give her thoughts on the matter, or anything really, before realizing that the big dog had just run out of words to say; a cough and a throat-clearing later, the vixen took the initiative to restart the conversation.
"I get it, honestly, I do," she admitted, her voice making it clear that it wasn't a fib, her arms wrapping around Ashly redoubling that certainty, "I can't say I know what it's like to have instincts like those, but… you're not the only one who just doesn't know how to process those sorts of feelings, trust me. Before I met Lira, I was completely hopeless; I spent more time stressing out over whether people liked me or not than I did doing anything to give them any reason to like me, so I ended up constantly running into bathrooms to try and keep myself from breaking down whenever I thought I offended someone. Even nowadays, most people at work just… don't really think of me as anything other than a coworker. It's hard, not gonna say otherwise, but I swear to you, it's not your fault. You just didn't know any better; plus, it's not like anyone can fault you for what the genemodding did to your end, we all know the treatments have side-effects."
Ashly wanted to agree verbally, but couldn't. She knew, objectively speaking, that what Mina was saying was correct, in the sense that it was technically on-point, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to actually admit it. There was something so alluring about the realization that it wasn't all just her fault personally, but ingrained behavioral patterns being what they were, it really wasn't as simple as nodding along and saying that yes, everything was fine and her everything had turned around completely; it was hard work, just like Mina said, and it wouldn't be done in just a handful of words, not without a great many months to years of work, if it was ever done at all… but, at the same time, it felt nice to take a first step on the road, even if Ashly hadn't been aware there was a road there to begin with. Nevertheless, words were still beyond her, so she instead "replied" by holding Mina tighter and mumbling something unintelligible, which the vixen mercifully interpreted as a sign that she could keep going.
"Besides, anyone that can dive into this sort of stuff like you did is a good bean in my books. You can't imagine the amount of people Lira's gone through that just don't know when to stop. And yes, she isn't always the dominant," Mina quickly added on seeing Ashly's shocked expression, "she's big and strong, sure, but trust me, she's an absolute teddy bear when she wants to be; hell, I've dommed her a couple of times, and it's the mos-ok, better not talk about it now, but uh, yeah, she's not nearly as scary as she likes to paint herself as. She is that strong though, and I can tell you those people learned that the hard way when she screamed out the safeword and they decided to ignore it. Just our luck that they were too embarrassed about the whole thing to press charges, otherwise she might've done time for aggravated assault already."
"That… sounds a bit harsh."
"You'd think so, but someone like Lira needs a…" - for once, it was Mina blushing - "She needs a lot. It gets intense, let's just say that, but with that, you need to have people you can trust too. So if you're getting super into it and you're like, five hours in and suddenly things cross a line, you need to know you can trust the other person to stop themselves, so when they don't…"
Made sense. Still not something that Ashly could personally understand, having not gone that far herself, but still something that made some sense in regards to the trust exercise. Plus, Lira was huge, so for them to be the submissive… honestly, it was hard to imagine, especially with Mina being the one on top, but at the same time it also served to assuage some of her own doubts; her own occasional thoughts of being the one to be tied up and treated like the powerless one were, up until then, something she struggled to understand, being the much bigger and naturally powerful one in the room. Yet, if Lira, if the person who could give her pause was more than capable of switching herself to a more submissive position and enjoy it at the same time, doubly so with someone like that vixen being the one to take the reins, then maybe it was actually completely normal.
Maybe, as she came to slowly realize, Ashly had been beating herself up over literally nothing, having simply never learned that the urges she felt, just as long as they were explored in a safe, sane and consensual manner, were entirely normal; granted, she was still far physically larger than Mina was, so that would need some workshopping before said urges could be taken care of, but the vixen surely knew what to do in that regard. The hardest part, the actual admitting that what she was feeling was perfectly fine, had already been taken care of, so everything else was little more than meaningless details to be ironed out at a later date.
"Why are you smiling, silly?"
Mina was smiling too when she asked that. Ashly knew the vixen was fully aware of what had gone through her head; she did, after all, lack any form of subtlety whatsoever, making it more than likely that her partner for the day knew exactly what sort of realization she'd just had. Nevertheless, a question was asked, and given how warm and fuzzy Ashly felt at that exact moment, she figured it would only be fair if she gave in to her more mushy side, for once.
"I dunno, I'm just… happy, I guess?" she chose to say, nuzzling into Mina's neck, "It's been a while since I felt like this, so I just don't know how to handle it, really. It's just… things are fine, and I think I'm okay with that? Even if I have no clue how they ended up here."
"Yeah, that's how I felt too," Mina nodded along, choosing not to dig deeper, "did you know, when I first met Lira, I genuinely had no idea what a buttplug was?"
Ashly had to try exceedingly hard not to burst out laughing. She did not succeed.
"I'm serious!" the vixen insisted, barely holding back a giggle fit of her own, "I swear I was the most sheltered idiot I'd ever met, you can imagine what it was like to walk into her bedroom and saw her toy collection just lined up on her shelf. She hadn't even put it there on purpose, she just keeps them there for whenever she's bored, I fucking swear."
"Maybe I should get some of my own," Ashly mused, looking back at the empty space on her wall, "see if I can't spruce up the place."
The comment was intended as a joke, though how widely Mina's eyes opened and how badly they disguised a gasp, it was clear they didn't see it as one. Indeed, the vixen almost immediately launched into a long ramble about toy pricing, custom molds, trusted companies, and a variety of other things that, much like the first explanation had some time prior, mostly went over Ashly's head. The canid was in no fit state to think about dildo expenditures, much less anything more complex than a synthetic fallus, but it made Mina happy to draw up plans for the both of them, so she did nothing to stop it.
In fact, it just made the whole atmosphere warmer, and not even in any sexual manner; it felt oddly comfortable to lay there and listen to the vixen excitedly talk over herself about all manner of things that she, the naive newcomer, had no frame of reference to understand, especially when more technical terms were used that Ashly didn't even dare to ask about. But it felt normal, strange as that might sound, so she chose not to think about it too much, lest the sensation go away; why bother analyzing the one moment in a long time when she felt truly happy when she could just… savour it? When she could slowly wrap her arms around Mina again, doing so in such a manner that even the vixen mixed it? When she could just nod along and occasionally produce a short "hmm" or "huh-huh" whenever she figured it was time to do so?
It wasn't dismissive so much as her just not being ready for that conversation; besides, when it came to spending money, the two of them would have to go through everything a second time anyway, as Ashly was in no way going to commit herself to throwing any amount of cash into a hobby she wasn't even sure she'd have the time to indulge in on a regular basis. But it made Mina happy, and if it made them happy, then it made her happy as well; it was a strange and alien feeling, especially for someone who she'd only met a few hours prior, but to Ashly, seeing that gorgeous vixen smile was the best thing to have happened to her in so long that she couldn't even put a number on it. She could afford to forget about everything else: the program failing, the gym, her failed overtures with Richard, even the gossip which had inadvertently led to her finding Lira in the first place, none of it seemed to matter when it was placed next to Mina, looking at her with the biggest, happiest grin stamped on her face.
"Why are you smiling?"
The vixen was the one to ask this, bringing Ashly back down to reality once she heard the words being directed at her. Not that it surprised her; of course she was smiling, why wouldn't she be? She was happy, and lacking even the most rudimentary of poker faces, it only made sense that this was immediately made perfectly visible on her expression, her body language, hell, Ashly wouldn't even be that shocked if Mina could smell the joy coming out of her, even through the thick haze of almond-scented fur-care shampoo. But there was a question asked, and a question asked required an answer provided… even if it did have to come through the occasional giggle, as Ashly found herself unable to keep a straight face anymore.
"Why, am I not allowed to smile?" the canid retorted, "Do I need to ask for a permit?"
"No, but… you haven't smiled like that yet," Mina replied, gently booping the tip of her much larger lover's muzzle, "it suits you. It makes you look happy."
"I…"
There were three words that Ashly wanted to say. Three words that, in any other circumstance, she would've had no trouble speaking aloud, even if they didn't correspond to the truth. Yet now, after everything that had happened, it wasn't a case of hiding her true self anymore; it wasn't a case of her pretending that she wasn't dreadfully lonely and needed someone in her life to help make things make sense again, nor was it a case of her all-but being forced to put on a strong facade in order to keep up with what other people thought of her. There, in her bedroom, alone and isolated from the rest of the world, Ashly was happy, and for once in her life, she wasn't ashamed to get mushy about it; hence why her response came accompanied by a non-insignificant amount of tears and inelegant blubbering, through which she finally managed to say something that just made everything feel so much more colourful.
"I am happy."
She wasn't afraid of crying. Maybe her old self, the same one who hit the gym thinking that she should be showing off to everyone around her, maybe the version of herself that saw Richard as less of a person to be loved and more as prey to be captured, would've balked at the notion that she was even capable of crying, much less wanting to do it. But Mina was there, and Mina was better than she was; or rather, the vixen let her be herself, because the vixen wouldn't judge. They wouldn't turn their back and start shittalking her to their friends, nor would they slap her across the face to make her shut up and stop bawling; it was such an odd experience, to know that she was safe, that Ashly honestly didn't know how to react… so she just cried.
All the frustrations, all the anger, all the fear and despair that had hounded her ever since being booted off the genemodding project, all of it came out, and for once, it didn't leave her feeling worse off than she had been initially. The canid had her fears that she'd end up regretting everything she did by the end of the day, but the longer she remained there, the tighter Mina's hold over her became, the more Ashly came to realize that her fears were unfounded. She was safe there, she was ok, Mina wasn't going to pass judgement, and she could make her emotions known without being afraid of having them rejected outright; or worse, ignored. Indeed, it seemed that the more tears rolled down her cheek, the more Ashly felt the vixen's arms digging into her sides, Mina slowly nuzzling into her neck as if to let her know that they, too, were there in case the wild dog needed something warm and fuzzy to hold onto.
Ashly took this offer up as soon as she realized it was there; it felt right to have someone like Mina there, and it was only then that Ashly truly convinced herself that if anyone had been left a complete mess as a result of the emotional turmoil of her first time, it was her, not the vixen. It might've been them who used the safeword, but they weren't the ones bawling their eyes out and cry-laughing like a silly idiot; then again, Mina's eyes weren't exactly dry either, though they were seemingly capable of holding themselves back a bit better. They did nothing to stop the crying though, which kept going for long enough that Ashly herself eventually began to feel awkward about it… right before understanding that such a thing was ridiculous, because obviously she shouldn't feel awkward around Mina, which led to yet another dive into the realizations that led to her crying in the first place, sending her right back to yet another bawling fit that only ended when both her and the vixen were holding one another with so much strength that it genuinely felt like they were about to snap one another's spines.
It was hard to tell how long they remained that way, how much time was spent with Ashly trying her best to come to terms with the confusing mess of emotions in her head, but once they were "done", by way of the canid opening her eyes properly without having them running over with tears, it was noticeably darker outside. A whole day had passed in between Ashly deciding to head to the bar and now… this, but for the life of her, she couldn't see it as anything other than a day well spent. She met Lira, sure, but she'd met Mina, and though things progressed far too quickly for it to be even remotely normal, Ashly really couldn't care; what mattered was that, for the first time in what felt like years, she finally felt at home, with someone who she could genuinely see herself sharing a life with, or at least becoming inseparable friends with benefits should they not swing the way of a more permanent commitment.
Granted, the wild dog knew that such fantasies were ridiculous to an extent; they had just met that day, emotions were running wild, and the amount of hormones pumping through her system were obviously making her think in ways that didn't really make a lot of sense. But was that not evidence that the two of them had hit it off? It wasn't exactly marriage material, but it felt downright silly to suggest that what they had just shared was nothing but a one-night (day?) stand, rather than the start of a long friendship. At least, Ashly hoped that was the case; it would be devastating for her if Mina decided to go away for whatever reason.
"Feeling better?" the vixen eventually asked, their voice soft, their tone caring, "It's been a while since you've had a good cry, hasn't it?"
Ashly couldn't even bring herself to respond with actual words, just a nod and a quick "mhmm" mumbled through closed lips. At once, she felt another nuzzle, followed quickly by a smooch to her neck.
"Sorry if I d-"
"No, don't be!" Ashly promptly cut through, hugging Mina even harder than before, "Don't be sorry, it's okay! I needed this, I… fuck, Mina, I don't even know h-"
"Hush."
It was a command. The voice it came from was the same as before, yet the tone was just different enough to touch upon instincts that Ashly had forgotten were inside of her; as if she were a robot with a control panel exposed, the single word had left her silent, the fur on her back standing on end as she slowly came to realize that yes, Mina was perfectly capable of bringing out a more domineering side, and with such astounding efficiency that she managed to do so with a single word… though the effect was ruined somewhat when the vixen then began giggling on seeing Ashly's confused face, ending with yet another boop to the snoot.
"I do that with Lira sometimes too," the vixen explained, lowering her voice to a whisper that could only be described as outright sultry, "and she hates it, but she rolls over when I tell her to anyway, so what do I know? What I'm wondering is…"
The question coming her way was obvious, but it still didn't make it any less bearable for Ashly, especially not after the emotional rollercoaster she had already gone through. At the same time though, it was something she wanted to answer "yes" to with all of her might and even more that she didn't have, even if this meant debasing herself to a point where her older self might've found objectionable. But she wasn't her old self, that was the whole point; the transformation undergone in that day wasn't merely a physical one, but a mental one as well, with Ashly sloughing her compunctions off like an old snakeskin. So when Mina asked the question, when their eyes went half-lidded and their hands began moving to some very sensitive spots in some very sensitive places, Ashly couldn't help but lick her lips and smile back. Doubly so when the words actually came her way:
"... will you roll over like a good girl?"
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The Machine 2: Ringtail
In the years since the Machine had been invented it'd taken the world by storm. Now days it wasn't
unusual to find people who were radically changed, though it had taken several years for people to
accept that their new coworkers were a lot kinkier than people realized. Some became furries; others
just opted for giant horse cocks in their pants or pussies where their mouths used to be. It ranged all
over. It even largely replaced plastic surgery. It'd been a fiasco for human resources departments. Still,
society had adjusted. It always did. Some places faster than others. It was still taboo out in the rural
regions, and religions denounced it daily, but for the urban sophisticated person? Yeah, it was more like
getting a tattoo. A big, expensive, life changing tattoo.
She had tried the fad several years ago. Leaning back into the couch she remembered that first time, it
was so different. The newer version of the machine had just come out. Touted as the pain-free
transition to a new life. She remembered how the door has shut with a hiss, that soft glow that
surrounded her. Oh, the warmth as it began to hum.
Time in the machine was nothing, it danced around her with moments drawn into an eternity as it
pressed and molded you. Sometimes pushing in one place, sometimes pulling in another. It felt so
warm, delectable.
The pinpricks danced up and down her body, and in other places the machine tickled as subtle shift
occurred. She went in blind, a guess on what she wanted, not really knowing which switches were
flipped before she set foot in the door. She could remember her mind dancing around the multitude of
ideas and possibilities. Would she have a tail? Would she find herself in fur?
The machine's soft lighting changed through the process, shifting from steady glow to pulsing as the
machine almost felt like a deep tissue massage. Inside she could feel her bones shift slightly in response.
Oh, the anticipation, the soft pressure under her skin that felt so different than she was accustomed to.
She remembered wiggling in the machine's embrace. The start of something at the base of her spine. A
warm heat, tingly and flowing through her entire being. She just had felt so wonderfully warm and soft.
The hum had grown loud, she remembered the first time she felt her ears twitch. She'd never felt that
sensation before. Even so, the nub on her spine grew long, snaking down around her leg. But it was so
soft. It felt so wonderful.
She remembered her nose turning up slightly in the dim light, the tip becoming dark and moist even as
the sounds of the machine's whir started to die away. She remembered stretching her hands as the
pressure released, wondering if it was over.
The faint light broke into her dark cocoon as the machine opened. She'd no idea how long it had been
running for. The light felt so bright. The air tingled across her… fur? She'd never had fur before. She
glanced at her new body. Soft stretches of fur ran up and down her sides, deep brown in color with
flecks of black. Her ears were twitching, every noise around her now sharpers and newer. She loved it.
She'd glanced down at her hands, now covered in soft pads over her palms, and wrapped in that
luxurious soft fur that ran all over her body. It was her body, but not hers. She was something more
now, something special. She carefully stepped out, as strong arms opened the heavy door, daring her to
face the mirror. Freeing her from the womb of her transformation.
Across the room she found her gaze returned in a giant mirror. She still saw herself, not as she was, but
certainly not unrecognizable. She still carried the curves of a woman, but enhanced. The brown fur
encompassed her throughout, from the soft pale brown running from her mons to her face, to the
darker black flecked brownish black. Oh, it was soft, oh so very soft. Her face was just slightly pushed
out, a short muzzle graced by the black tipped cutest little black button nose, and large ears rose above
her head. Swishing behind her was the longest, fluffiest, black and white striped tail she could imagine.
Oh, she felt adorable. She even squeaked a bit when she saw her own cute reflection.
She smiled at the memories. Now days she enjoyed the freedom of a permanent fur coat. She seldom
bothered with anything longer than a short skirt, her tail mischievously bouncing behind her. A lot of
people mistook her for a racoon or a lemur. She occasionally got tired of explaining what a Ringtail was,
and no it wasn't the lemur. But she enjoyed the cuteness. It hadn't hurt her dating life either, as a lot of
guys seemed taken to her small frame and soft fur.
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Air raid sirens were going off in the distance, joined by panicked screaming and the screeching of tires as the whole city was set on high alert, its impending doom becoming more and more of a reality with each passing minute. Just ten minutes before, all of its inhabitants had been leading perfectly normal lives, believing their day to be as boring as monotonous as any other, when suddenly, and without warning, everything was turned upside-down and their view of the world was forcibly upended by way of her: the giantess, the goddess, come down from the heavens to wreak havoc upon her creations over some perceived insult or another. One moment things were perfectly fine, the next that thing had appeared from nowhere, one of her feet crushing several parked cars in the middle of one the widest avenues. Within moments, things had gone to hell, and then it was every person for themselves.
Very few had the opportunity to gaze upon the monster destroying their city, being too busy running away from it, but those that did invariably found themselves halting in their tracks to admire her form, unable to wrench their eyes away from it despite their best efforts; it was magnetic in a way, it held their gaze even as they desperately attempted to look away, right up until the point where her claws bore down on them, at which point they became passengers aboard her body. The goddess herself wasn't particularly aware of the effects she was having on any one person; being so beyond comprehension was simply a natural state for her, and thus it was entirely normal for her presence alone to be enough to warp the minds of lesser mortals. This was why she was even there, after all; her outing into the lower realms had been decided upon precisely because she had been feeling bored and craved the sort of excitement that only utterly destroying a whole city by showing off her curves through it could give her.
Each step produced cracks on the ground, radiating from the impact site and weakening the roads, on multiple occasions collapsing entirely and giving way to produce immense craters, exposing the piping systems underneath. Behind the giantess, her tail swung freely from side to side, not only sweeping anyone or anything that might remain behind her on the ground, but smashing into any buildings that hadn't already been turned to rubble, literal tons of steel and glass raining on the streets below each time it moved from one side to another. The lizardess was pleased with such a spectacle; it was only right that something as innocuous as her moving her tail lazily about led to such vast amounts of destruction, a true affirmation of her power over the tiny ones (literally) underneath her heel. It also made for some great tidying; whatever the rest of her didn't clean up, her tail did.
This was very little, to be fair; her passing through any part of the city ensured that most of the buildings in it would take so much damage that most of them crumbled underneath their weight anyway. A vast majority were wrecked purely by the goddess putting one foot in front of the other; her wide, flared hips and girthy thighs ensured that any brush became a very deliberate hip-check, and with the amount of meat on her bones, it was unsurprising that the impact was enough to flatten girders and turn windows into long curtains of miniature crystals. Simply rubbing her lower body against anything was enough to scrape off both the paint and at least a good foot of whatever made up its outer surface, with the very few occasions in which the giant lizard used her asscheeks being enough to utterly demolish whatever that thing was pointed at. All she had to do was lean onto something, using it as her seat while pretending to trip, and even the most resistant of buildings came crumbling down like it was made of tissue paper. Once she got back up, or readjusted after bumping into something with each sashay, then her tail would be brought to bear to sweep up whatever remained.
That wasn't enough though; whatever devious mind had decided to take to the city and destroy it was clearly not one for decency, and seeing as there were plenty of skyscrapers to go around, a couple of which were as tall or slightly taller than the lizard titan herself, they presented a perfect opportunity for her to put her upper assets to good use. Her bust was significantly large, enough to cover most of her torso and protrude from either side of it if seen from behind, and judging by the way her breasts swung from side to side, were quite heavy and potentially full. Indeed, the few times they bumped into something, said something might as well not even be there at all, with the lizardess' breasts moving clean through it like air. This goddess, this wrathful deity, saw those tall buildings as an opportunity to put both her tits and hands to good use, and thus went to work wrapping the former around them after splaying herself all over their length. They might as well be a body-sized phallus to her, judging from how much she drooled and moaned at the touch, but it was clear that even those architectonic masterpieces were no match for the giantess' power; all it took was a particularly strong squeeze and the whole structure came tumbling down, with bits and pieces left behind inside of a cleavage that seemed to deepen with every building it consumed.
Meanwhile, whenever she had nothing else to do but walk from place to place, the goddess made good use of her hands by bringing one to her bosom and another between her legs, openly fondling herself without a single care for whoever may be watching. The fluids pouring from her needy, warm slit splashed onto the ground below with enough force to knock people off their feet when they were caught in the waves, most of the unfortunate ones succumbing to the strong scent and losing control of their minds; they were reduced to mindless, mewling slaves, eager to serve a deity that didn't even know they existed, and congregated around her feet in the hopes of being able to climb towards her. On occasion, the lizardess would falter, her knees too weak from the stimulation to hold her full weight; the ground quaked and whole city blocks collapsed just as she herself did, the roars and moans emanating from her throat powerful enough to shatter glass miles away, the squirting of fluids carrying enough pressure to flatten cars and clog storm drains. These episodes never lasted for more than a few minutes though; as soon as the lizard goddess was done, she'd wreck a few more apartment blocks when getting up, and carried on with her journey.
There was no rhyme or reason to her path of destruction; it seemed as if whatever it was the giantess had on her mind, it was certainly not a goal or objective. She demanded no tribute, provided no "out" for her destruction, and certainly didn't pay attention to the myriad of worshippers amassing around her. For all intents and purposes, that monster had simply decided to show up one day to destroy everything around her… and indeed, that's exactly what she was thinking at that point. There really was no grand plan, no anything beyond the simplest, most base desire to impose her will upon the world in the only way she could. To take a step and turn multiple vehicles into metallic pancakes, to swing her tail to one side of her and be able to raze entire office towers without even realizing it. To be able to strut her stuff in front of an audience while also wreaking such a high level of havoc that she could be classified as a natural disaster all on her own. It pushed every button she had, and that was her entire motivation: to get off on it.
There was a lot of city to go through, and she wouldn't be satisfied until it was all destroyed, all of it flattened and turned into indistinct piles of rubble. Sure, people would be left without homes, and injury was all-but impossible to avoid, but that was the cost of progress; how could anyone deny her was rightfully hers, after all? She alone was big and wide enough to establish dominance over the mortal realm, thus she alone, by all reasonable logic, should be the one to govern it. What were those tiny ones going to do, shoot her? The bullets and shells would bounce right off her perfectly smooth scales, not a single blemish laid upon her even by the greatest of weapons they carried; this was now her turf, her territory, and anyone who wanted to contest that was more than welcome to try. Failure was their only option.
Past a certain point, it became a game; when the arousal was abated by the constant self-exploration, when most of the taller buildings were gone and thus the lizard couldn't wrap her breasts around them for an improvised titfuck, that's when things took a turn for the absurd and she simply began to enjoy herself, much like a child would in a literal sandbox. There was no point in trying to establish her dominance, because it was already a given; who was going to stop her if not herself? Thus, a better way to spend her time would be to find new and inventive ways to enjoy herself, and given her love of really old kaiju movies, it wasn't too much of a stretch to assume she'd try to play the role. Now, it probably would've worked better if she hadn't already made a scene of destroying a large part of the city while clearly being sexually aroused by it, plus the several stops she made to bring a hand between her legs and flood large sections of it with her juices; but it was her city, so who was going to complain?
The whiplash was so severe that one could be forgiven for assuming some of the tiny ones might have broken their necks just considering it; one moment the lizard giantess was busy flaunting her curves, the next she was raising her hands to mimic having claws and swiping at whatever roofs were still around, collapsing buildings with well-timed strikes and even whipping her tail against the ground; all of this while wearing the goofiest grin and occasionally stopping to break out into fits of giggling and outright laughter, leaving her followers down below feeling very confused as to what they should be thinking at that moment. Clearly, their goddess was capricious and prone to mood swings, but perhaps that sudden shift in attitude was meant as divine code of some sorts? That her devoted should enjoy themselves in the moment rather than worry about earthly concerns or material happiness? It was as good of an interpretation as any, and it played straight into their heightened libidos; within minutes most of the giantess' congregation was hard at work finding someone to spend the time with, and a few of them even managed to not turn it into a lewd exercise in self-indulgence within a few short minutes! The titan would've been proud if she bothered to look down and acknowledge the ants at her feet.
As it stood though, she was simply passing the time until she got bored, at which point she sighed, cracked her knuckles, stretched out her back and began scanning the horizon. There wasn't a lot to do in the ruined remnants of that once-proud city, but there were certainly others out there like it, and given how her size was constant, they were effectively brand new playgrounds for her to waste even more time in! Maybe, she thought to herself, she'd find a new giant to play with, one that could satisfy that burning desire within her that had yet to be satisfied…
That settled it; with a smile on her face, the giantess began marching her way to the outskirts, already spotting the suburbs off in the distance. She couldn't wait to get her hands on all those perfectly geometrically arranged houses and upturn everything they stood for, maybe even use them as bricks in some construction projects while their owners battled with one another over attention they would never receive. It'd be a great way to wait for the hours to pass before growing bored again… or would be, if not for the timely appearance of a series of military vehicles!
There were so many waiting for her that she… honestly wasn't surprised. Looking back, most of the city was destroyed and large chunks of it were on fire, so it wasn't that out of the ordinary for the army to be called in. She couldn't even see each individual soldier; they all melted into one big camo-coloured blob, with only the trucks and tanks really catching her attention. Around her were helicopters, buzzing like annoying flies and drawing much of the same reaction out of the lizardess: without even thinking, she swatted them away, ending up slamming into one with the back of her hand and sending it flying onto the ground, thus prompting an immediate reaction out of the assembled forces.
Poor things honestly thought their weapons could do anything against her. Bullets bounced off her scales, while anything heavier simply made a small dimple on her skin before losing momentum and falling onto the ground. Even a chance airstrike failed to do anything but give her a nice tan, with most of the "damage" being to how clean she was; given the amount of ash flying around, the lizardess was due for a good shower in a nearby body of water.
This, naturally, led to a bit of a confusing reaction on the part of the military personnel assembled there, most of whom stared in slack-jawed disbelief at how little their guns did. They had been expecting a slam dunk, what with their target being all organic and squishy and really soft, and instead got a very annoyed-looking giantess tapping her foot on the ground and letting them know, in no uncertain terms, that what they had done was very rude… by flipping them off with both hands. She had a way with words, that one.
Secretly though, she wasn't mad; quite the contrary in fact. Being intercepted by military machines and then having them fail to even so much as scratch her was part of the fantasy, and really one of the main reasons she was even doing anything at all that day. To see mortal kind's best shot wasted so completely on a body as glorious as hers was something akin to a dream, and the sheer amount of schadenfreude she was experiencing at that moment would be enough to power a whole city for the entirety of existence… if she hadn't just turned it into one big pile of rubble, of course. With a single swipe of her tail, most of the vehicles assembled were either broken into scrap metal or sent flying, with another one being enough to clean up whoever was left. Two gestures, barely any effort put into them, and the way was clear again; unless they wanted to nuke her, then she was free to take on the world. And even if they did… who's to say it would work? Guns failed, heavy caliber cannons did too, and even bombs accomplished nothing. She was invincible, untouchable, and the whole world would soon know it. The lizardess couldn't even contain herself, and soon enough was cackling maniacally at the thought of taking over the planet, her little outing turned into a grand tale of domination and conquest, where all would witness the true might, power and glory of the great-
"Aleksi?"
The door behind her opened, and suddenly everything was terrible.
"Aleksi, why are you playing with the model city again?" the lynx asked her, sounding terribly confused, "And why are you naked?"
"I dunno Tim, why are you walking into my bedroom without knocking?!" Aleksi fired back, covering her chest up before turning around.
"I did, you didn't answer!" - the lynx took a few seconds to observe what was going on. The nude roomie, the small-scale model of the city that happened to be completely ruined, as well as the conspicuous blush on Aleksi's cheeks all combined to form a single plausible scenario within the feline's mind, one that left them very happy indeed - "You know, if you wanted to do this for real, I could help you with that."
"Oh my god, shut up!" Aleksi screamed, her blush stronger than ever before, "I don't want to go around destroying buildings, that's silly, I was just… you know!"
"I actually don't!"
Tim really wanted to hear how the lizardess was going to explain the fact she was playing around the model city while entirely nude; they were sure it was going to be one hell of a rationalization, like that one time she claimed that her looking at herself in the mirror while trying on push-up bras was just "morning stretching exercises". Instead of words, however, the lynx received a t-shirt to the face, with Aleksi groaning something incomprehensible before throwing all of her clothing onto her intruder, who by that point was laughing so hard they could barely breathe. This gave her an opportunity to slink out and go into the bathroom, where she totally wouldn't be thinking about the offer the cat had made her.
It'd be disingenuous to claim she didn't want to take it. In fact, it might very well be a flat-out lie… but she couldn't trust herself not to completely lose control, not after what just happened in her imagination. Given the power to rule over the city, she was sure to wreck it and go mad with power.
… and what was so bad about that?
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The day started off normally enough, with Emily having no clue what was about to happen. Typically, large growth spurts weren't something that just snuck up on her like that; it took a while for them to set in, giving her plenty of time to sense them coming and make the necessary arrangements. That day, however, everything seemed to be going just fine… until the moment where she hiccuped. The cat was walking out of the kitchen after cleaning the dishes from lunch, and was ready to settle in for a lazy day playing video games in the living room, when, the moment she crossed the threshold into the hallway, her whole body flinched as a hiccup strong enough to leave her paralyzed for a moment erupted from her throat; somehow, her initial reaction was to put her hand in front of her mouth and apologize aloud, even though there was no one else in the house, the embarrassment at the sudden noise high enough that she failed to notice what had happened to her tail.
Her weight had clearly shifted, but it still took the cat a while before she noticed anything was off, especially since the second hiccup only came after she was already sitting down and going through her catalogue of games; at that point, Emily even jumped on her seat, landing back on the couch with enough strength that the springs audibly creaked. It was then that her eyes opened wide and the cat realized something was off, at which point she looked back at herself and finally took note of the fact that her tail was much, much larger than normal.
Emily was lucky enough that this particular part of herself had always been on the bushier side, enough that some folks liked to joke about the possibility of her having part fox or squirrel in her genes, depending on how she chose to style it on any particular day. Being at home though, and with nothing to really hold it in any one shape, the immense brush she normally carried everywhere with her was made even bigger, enough that she could probably use it as a full-sized body pillow… but that couldn't be it, because even all that extra fur weight wouldn't be enough for the couch to be sagging as much as it was.
The answer came a few seconds afterwards, when a third hiccup revealed to her the extent of what her brain had been filtering out without her even realizing it: just a moment after the flinch, she heard her clothes ripping apart as her whole body burst free from their restricting confines, with the couch underneath her loudly complaining about the suddenly much bigger cat it was forced to deal with. A cursory glance downwards revealed to Emily that not only had she grown quite a bit taller, but her curves had been… enhanced, for lack of a better word. From a pair of breasts that already covered about half of her torso to a set of hips wide enough that walking through doors would be a slight issue going forward, leading down into a plush, pudgy butt that threatened to take over most of the sofa, it would appear that the hiccups had decided to grant her growth spurts whenever they made their way into the outside world.
That was fine though, she thought to herself; at least now that she knew what was causing the growth itself, Emily could take steps to prevent it, or at least slow it down enough that it wouldn't matter in the long run. After all, she wanted to spend an afternoon playing video games, not filling up her entire house; with Kitty not being there for the whole day, it felt like a waste to be that big all by herself.
Her body, however, had other plans. The first attempt on Emily's part to keep her hiccups from growing her further was to just hold them in; clenching her muscles, the cat kept her mouth and eyes shut, patiently waiting for the next hiccup to rear its ugly head, and while she was successful in muffling it, this didn't do much in terms of stopping her growth spurts. If anything, the fact that she held it back almost made it "backflow" into her in some way, because rather than gaining in every single department, all the extra size went straight to her tail, which quickly enveloped her and turned itself into the warmest blanket she'd ever had the pleasure of being buried under.
This caused enough of a distraction that, while Emily was busy trying to disentangle herself from the immense floof storm surrounding her, the next hiccup creeped up on her and left the bushy brush even larger, completely burying the poor cat underneath it and all-but forcing her to roll over and onto the ground just to be able to breathe properly. She could actually feel its weight now, bearing down on her and a chore to keep up, but for the time being managed to hold it far enough away that she had a large bubble of air to work with… even if she was still surrounded by her own fluff. Part of her wanted to formulate an "at least" thought, but Emily knew full well that the moment she jinxed it, the growthsplosion would immediately make her regret her decision to name the next body part to receive its blessing.
So it was that she held herself in that position, kneeling on the floor with her back arched slightly, held up by her two outstretched arms and her hair falling onto her eyes. Emily took long, deep, calculated breaths, hoping that by filling her lungs properly and stabilizing her oxygen intake, then the hiccups could finally go away; she'd never had them for longer than a couple of minutes anyway, so apart from the sudden and inexplicably connected growth, there was no reason to expect those to be any different. Indeed, judging from how long it took to get to the next one, Emily began to assume that maybe it had just been a momentary size spurt, something that happened because her body had some tension that it had to get rid of and just happened to do so in the most convenient manner; those were always the most annoying ones due to how unpredictable they were on showing up, but at least they were always temporary, and very quickly temporary at that.
Assuming no more surprises, her body should go back to being the same size as before in just an hour or so, which perfectly explained why she just had to hiccup again right when she let her guard down. In the split second before the growth happened, Emily remembered to chastise herself for ever thinking her body would ever let her catch a break in a situation like that, especially when she was giving it every reason not to; in the split second after the expansion took place, there wasn't a lot of Emily's conscious self to go around anymore, at least for the duration of her post-flinch upgrade.
The way she knelt down was the perfect position for the rest of her to be given some love. After her tail became this immense, room-dominating ball of fluff, it was time for her tits to balloon outwards, pressing against both of her arms for just a moment before they became so engorged as to force them to bow outwards and then fly to Emily's sides before she had any time to react, sending her into an inadvertent freefall… which lasted for a single instant, before those very same breasts cushioned the collapse by virtue of taking up all the space between her torso and the carpet. At around the same time, her ass similarly burgeoned outwards with additional mass, so much more than on her bust that some of it seemed to melt downwards into her thickening thighs, leaving her with a pair of legs so egregiously oversized that the one thing Emily could think about was rubbing them together and let fate take the wheel. It all took place over the course of just a second or so, but by the end, it was clear that her body wasn't going to let up, especially given how yet another hiccup came around and, while it didn't further mess up her proportions, it did give her an extra five or so feet in height, taking those proportions along with it.
At that point, the only recourse left for Emily was to sigh and accept that this was going to be the rest of her day. No more games, no more deciding what to do; her body had taken the choice out of her hands (so to speak) and went in a completely different direction, so now the only thing she could do was try and enjoy the ride as best as she could. This was made slightly easier by the fact that, well, she was turning into a giantess with obscenely overengorged assets one hiccup at a time, with her body already being so exaggerated that she could sink her hands into her tits or asscheeks and see them vanish all the way up to their wrists, something she did not hesitate to do as she gave up trying to keep the hiccups from doing what they wilt.
Her house wouldn't last much longer after making this decision; whether it be because the growth was exponential or because her own acceptance of it had unlocked some kind of multiplier, the next hiccup to course through her whole body and leave her feeling like she'd just teleported an inch upwards was powerful enough that the entire apartment complex suddenly turned into an impromptu egg from which a giant cat hatched, a cocoon for her giantess form to emerge from. With clouds of debris flying through the air and chunks of glass and concrete raining down on the streets below, all that Emily could do was shout at people to get out of the way before the weight of her butt tipped her backwards and she landed ass-first on the street outside of her home, the shockwaves reverberating not just through her, but through the very ground itself!
Everything around the impact site rumbled for a couple of seconds before the quaking stopped… at which point it became obvious that the odd landing position had seriously compromised poor Emily's ability to hold her balance, and with her tits being as heavy as they were, the giantess began to slowly fall over backwards. Thankfully, there was one thing in the way that wouldn't make the final collapse nearly as dangerous as the first one: her tail!
The explosive growth burst had taken so much of her focus away that Emily failed to notice that it wasn't just her body and the regular bits growing to absurd sizes, but her brushy behemoth of a tail as well; hell, by the point her back slammed against it, softening the landing considerably, it was easily big enough that she could probably wrap it around an entire city block and still have enough left for half a lap, and all of it was unbelievably soft. In that moment, when her body sank into its warmth, Emily's eyes struggled to remain open as her mind told her that this was it, this was what ultimate comfort felt like, and if she didn't fall asleep on that heavenly sea of floof, she'd be making the biggest mistake of her life.
Sadly, it wasn't up to her; as much as Emily would've loved nothing more than to go completely limp and simply drift away into unconsciousness on that colossal tail of hers, the hiccups still hadn't stopped, and with them came a growth that steadfastly refused to halt when it really, really should. Kitty wasn't there, and while Emily was certain that he'd eventually find a way to climb onto her once she grew big enough, it just wasn't the same without him by her side… and yet, despite this, she couldn't really ignore the exceedingly large part of her brain that was still a slave to its own hormonal secretions, and the ridiculous amount of serotonin coursing through her at neurons at that point told her to stop worrying about things and just enjoy stuff while it lasted. After all, she had no clue whether or not the growth would keep going until she loomed over the planet, if she'd stop at continental sizes, or even if she only had a couple more miles on her; it was a surprise, or so that part of herself told her, and one that she should be looking forward to, not dreading or regretting.
Hard to argue with that logic, at least in the horned-up state that she was in. Once her body flinched with the next hiccup, Emily had already given up trying to care; hence, when her tits received most of the boost, leaving her completely buried underneath a bust that was so heavy that it made it hard to breathe, the one thought in her mind was wondering when the next one would come. And when it did, leaving her bigger in general yet not fixing the issue of her being pinned down by her breasts, she just wanted more: more bust, more butt, more size in general, but ultimately… more tail.
It felt like such a specific thing to ask for, especially when her regular proportions were clearly receiving a large chunk of the attention as well, but Emily couldn't deny that, even underneath what might be thousands of tons of milk and fat, she'd never been quite as comfortable as she was in that exact moment, courtesy of a tail that kept on growing each time she hiccuped, until it created a soft shell around her whole form that blocked off most of the outside world. The cat couldn't even see anything on the other side, no matter how hard she strained her eyes; the coating of fur was too thick, too opaque to let her know what was happening just a few yards away, the muffling and cushioning so potent that she could be barreling through skyscrapers and she'd probably not notice.
There was a certain amount of satisfaction to be had with that, a certain amount of… pleasure. Never in her life did Emily think she'd be so hot based only on her tail of all things, and yet there she was, rubbing her legs together and bringing her hands between them in order to do something about that rising warmth, the need for release only getting worse each time she flinched, each time a hiccup made her even more massive than before. At that moment, and as far as Emily cared, she could stay like that forever: wrapped inside a ball of fluff, growing forever in erratic spurts, buried underneath her very own warmth and softness, curves at the ready to explode with newfound mass, a veritable nirvana of growth. In that moment, she was transcendent.
It couldn't last forever though, and not just because her body was built to be even bigger than it already was; it just so happened that the universe would never be content with her just being content herself, even less so when Emily had the audacity of assuming that she could just stop there and not keep going. In just thinking about the fact that she was good the way she was at that moment, the cat had invited the cosmos itself to come knock some sense back into her in the most dramatically ironic way possible, because reality had a twisted sense of humour and she had just willingly turned herself into the punchline. It wouldn't take more than a handful of seconds before yet another hiccup came around, then another, and another, until even the immense amounts of floof surrounding her weren't enough to keep her from feeling the destruction wrought by her burgeoning frame as it advanced on the city, its surrounding suburbs and then the local geography, not particularly caring for the safety of anyone around her.
Not that anyone would actually be hurt; the same tail that shielded Emily from seeing the consequences of her growth was just as comfortable to other people as it was to her, and just like she was still balled up in a cocoon of warmth and fuzziness, so too would anyone caught in the avalanche of growing cat be stuck to it, vanishing into a forest of fur so inviting and impossibly comfortable that any fear, anger or annoyance they might be feeling would be washed clean out of their bodies, replaced by an endless, perfect sense of bliss. This would be their heaven, to forevermore live out the entirety of eternity in their own little patch of paradise, forever holding onto the absolute fluffiest tail they'd ever had the privilege of encountering, their minds overwhelmed by the sheer softness of it all; and in the center of it, Emily, whose body had begun to reap some of the benefits from the hiccup growth spurts, straining the limits of the shell of fluff around her.
It was one thing for the city to hold her back when she was still regular-sized (for a giantess, at least), quite another to keep her from bursting outwards when each flinch added what felt like dozens of yards to her tits or ass, even more so to her thighs and hips; it was the sort of body that she envisioned whenever she pictured a perfect version of herself, a body that she had experienced several times in the past, right before having to put everything back where it used to be. The resets were always the worst part; why couldn't she just enjoy herself for some time, truly live out the life of a goddess as she spent a few aeons rubbing herself all over and feeling her hands sink into the kind of soft pudge that most mortals could only dream of? It left her feeling incomplete at times… and it also made her want to seek out any opportunity she had to splurge out and grow, even if it meant causing a wee bit of destruction to her environs.
Not like this though. Even in her lust-addled, fluff-obsessed state of mind, Emily realized that she couldn't remain on the planet for much longer, if for no other reason than because she was becoming too big to even be on it to begin with; thankfully, as she maintained full control over that colossal brush enveloping her, it was as simple as flicking it to push herself into orbit, and in fact the feline had to exercise caution not to jettison herself too hard into the depths of the solar system! It was truly mind-boggling how little things actually changed from her being planetbound to flying towards the cosmos; it used to be that the transition signalled the first of many steps towards an ascension, where she saw the very world she used to live in become smaller and smaller with each passing second, the light blue sky deepening before becoming pitch black, the curvature of the planet itself on full display before its spherical nature became fully apparent to her.
That time, however, she saw none of this, for she was too busy trying to keep herself inside the small bubble created by her own tail; it was stronger than her, in that while Emily knew her body was quickly becoming too large to fit, her proportions screaming at her to let go and enjoy herself the traditional way, she still refused to leave that increasingly tiny space, that miniscule cage of floof inside which she felt like a butterfly waiting to emerge into the world… which, honestly, just made it even harder to keep herself contained for much longer. If she was a butterfly, then surely the point was to emerge from the cocoon, right? She wasn't meant to be hidden from the world, but to be put out on display, there where everyone could gaze upon her perfection and marvel at it, that they may delight upon her glory and be made so much better because of it!
Granted, this would've been a lot easier had her tail not become a behemoth of a tangle of fur and fuzz that even Emily herself didn't fully understand. She'd probably need some kind of advanced spacetime mapping in order to begin charting it properly, and even after disentangling herself from strands of fur that seemed to pull her into their tight embrace whenever she moved away from them, the cat still had to contend with the rest; rather than breaking free from her shell, all she'd done was crack the egg and move into a slightly bigger egg, albeit one where she could actually move around somewhat freely. Perhaps most worrying was the fact that the Earth was clearly there in front of her, getting smaller with each hiccup, and it too was surrounded on all sides by the backdrop of fluff that had become most of her body mass; in a way, it felt more divine than anything she had experienced before, almost as if her tail was turning into the very fabric of existence itself the bigger it was allowed to get… but Emily still wanted to be able to see this reality she was growing into.
After all, if things kept going the way they were, her tail would end up smashing into everything on the way from where she was at to the very ends of the cosmos, and that would be a hassle and a half to put back together after she had her fun; plus, it felt like a downright waste. This was… easier said than done, however, as no matter how hard Emily tried, she couldn't seem to find an end, or even a beginning, to the tail she knew was stuck to the bottom of her spine, yet couldn't precisely pin down the dimensions of; it had transcended physicality, at least in some level, making it increasingly difficult to get a hold of and leaving Emily feeling frustrated with every failed attempt, at least until the next hiccup came around and took care of it.
For her body had realized that its own tail had escaped it, become something far greater than it used to be as it seeped into the background of reality and became a constant of sorts; Emily herself was still a singular entity, and indeed on some level the tail was still attached to her, but as it outgrew the solar system, interstellar space, and encroached upon the vast emptiness between galaxies, all while the cat herself was still gas giant-sized, it became obvious to everyone but Emily that she was no longer in control of at least that part of her form… so, obviously, the growth spurts that came with the hiccups began to focus on other parts of her, with all of the uncontrollable moaning and yelping and groping and squeezing that came with it. She tried to hold back, she really did; but when the Earth became so tiny that she could hold it on the tip of one finger and her curves became so exaggerated that even this colossal body of hers looked miniscule compared to her tits, ass and thighs, it was practically impossible for her to focus on trying to contain herself. Why should she, after all, when clearly the universe wanted her to keep growing, wanted her to impose her glorious form upon it? To deny reality its own prize felt downright criminal, and to deny herself the pleasure that came with it felt… wasteful, far more than whatever her tail could ever do.
At the moment the thought crossed her mind, already her body reacted by having Emily relax all of her muscles, openly embracing the waves of growth spurts that were sure to wash over her. In that instant, she looked down to admire what she already had: an ample bust, big enough to cover her whole torso and still hang below the waist, filled with delicious, thick cream and waiting to give it to the whole universe; a plush, plump butt of equal size, a perfect seat that she could turn into her very own throne, leading down to a pair of legs that she was already hard at work squeezing and marvelling at how her fingers vanished into the softness of it. All around her, the tail that had always been just ever so slightly larger than it should be for her species became something beyond gigantic, the cat vaguely aware that somewhere in the vast reaches of the cosmos, she was already pushing entire galactic-scale structures away from where they should be, if not outright subsuming them into her fluff.
In some part of her mind, Emily knew that her fluffy self was turning into a perfect paradise for countless sentients, bright souls whose light shone so powerfully as to nearly blind her, a true constellation of uplifted, ascended little ones who could now forever experience heaven as it was meant to be, no strings attached nor effort required. To think, that it all started as a regular day, with her honestly thinking that she'd be able to spend it playing video games and doing nothing of worth, to think that she believed the hiccups to be a momentary thing that would just pass, leaving her to shrink back down after a while; how naive she was to believe such things, and how much wiser she was now that she knew the truth!
Sure, everything would have to be put back in its place after she had her fill and reality began to fray at the edges trying to comprehend just what in blazes she was doing to it, but that was something that could be done some time later; it was a problem for future Emily, the one that had her fun and would have to worry about the clean-up, not the present Emily, whose only concern was to maximize the amount of pleasure she felt at any one given time. And so she looked down at herself, waiting for the next hiccup, knowing that it would leave her even more beautiful than before, ever more glorious and worthy of worship… and she waited, continued to wait, and kept on waiting for something that seemed intent on not showing up.
Part of her wondered whether or not her perception of time had been altered, another bit of her mind began to question whether she was due for a "big one" that would leave her so massive that even her tail would look small next to her. Only a very, very tiny voice knew the truth, and Emily made sure to stifle and ignore it for as long as she possibly could; it felt almost wrong to assume that this had to be it, that she'd gone that far only for the growth to unceremoniously stop without any explanation or ceremony. Of course the last hiccup hadn't been her last hiccup, there had to be more coming! All she had to do was wait some more, be patient about it, and surely the universe would reward her with an even bigger body, fatter tits, plumper ass, wider thighs, everything! Even her tail would burgeon outwards even more than it already was, taking the whole universe by storm!
… until nothing happened. It didn't seem to matter how much she waited for "it" to come, because "it" never did; no final growth spurt, no glorious expansion, no destruction of all things that were as she popped free from her universe and became as unto a goddess again before resetting everything, just… herself, there, floating in the cosmos, her tail surrounding her body, the Sun and the Earth like some super-sized, fluffy Dyson Sphere, creating what was perhaps the best visual representation of what she was compared to the planet itself: an oversized, impossibly well-endowed caretaker, one whose sole concern was to make sure that, come what may, her homeworld would never be harmed, and those that still resided upon it and not on her tail could live long, fulfilling lives, knowing that whenever they wanted, they could hop aboard and experience the rest of eternity in an endless semi-slumber in their own little patch of paradisiacal softness.
Emily sighed, a small smile adorning her lips as she went limp and allowed her body to just be, like floating belly-up in a pool; there were no concerns for her at that moment, no worries about what she had to do or obligations about returning things to their place. Her tail might still be growing, and at a rate so incomprehensibly quick that even Emily herself had absolutely no idea of when it would stop, or if it even could stop; at some point in the future, and not even a distant one at that, it was quite likely that she'd end up pushed into a cocoon again, forced to deal with a fluff density that rapidly approached infinity, thus forcing her to snap her fingers and reset things to before they started going out of control… for everyone else's sake, obviously.
But again, that was a problem for a future Emily, not her; she had nothing better to do other than float there, lazily rubbing and kneading at whatever part of her curvaceous self she felt like pleasuring at any given moment: maybe her breasts, to stimulate some lactation and knock-off growth, or sink her hands into her butt yet again, just to feel what it was like to have that pillowy of an ass, maybe pass by her thighs and shiver all over at how silky her fur felt on them. She was perfection incarnate, and for once in her life, though Kitty wasn't there with her, she felt satisfied with herself; she could do with her mate, but for the time being, things were fantastic.
And then she hiccuped again.
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The whiplash was strong enough that Linda's neck almost broke, and the sudden change in tone was powerful enough that both her and Beth immediately began laughing again, a much-needed change of pace from what they had been used to so far. It didn't last long though; the question itself was bound to get a horrible answer in return, and indeed, the full panda was quick to point out that she'd been feeling like utter garbage ever since they first told her what she was supposed to be going through. Having tits the size of a warehouse and no way to vent them was less than ideal, and coupled with the reduced food intake and her inability to really do much of anything but lie there and feel it all, over and over again for the whole day… it was a bit too much for her to handle.
"I'm not gonna last another day, much less a week, much less two!" Linda declared with utmost confidence, "Rue, please, there has to be another way!"
"Not in the timeframe we have. I'm sorry, Linda, but I'm out of options here, we're out of options here; the Board isn't going to authorize any further experimentation and you two are lucky they're even allowing me to do this at all. I'll try my best to make it as tolerable as I can, but right now? Right now we're about as stuck as you are."
The panda gal huffed, crossing her arms over a small section of her chest and sinking her head into them. She wasn't sobbing, but she wasn't happy either, and the other two women realized it was best to just leave her be for the moment; Rue quietly suggested that she and Beth should have a chat elsewhere, and though it weirded them out slightly, they chose to crawl over to another part of the enormous pair of breasts they were on, far enough away that their owner wouldn't be able to hear them. They discussed a great many things, most of which retreaded on old ground and were more meant for Rue to reaffirm her belief that yes, this was the only way, and yes, Beth needed to be there for Linda's own sake, something she was happy to find out Beth herself had come to the same conclusion on; the half-panda hybrid explained how she'd been keeping bottles of milk for her own consumption and how she had decided on simply getting rid of them, as well as the odd awakening they had undergone ever since their transformation. They were, as they said, "fully focused" on getting Linda through this ordeal, to their last breath.
For Rue, this was wonderful news, as her certainty regarding anyone's ability to stick to the schedule was at an all-time low; even the staff associated with the project hadn't gone through with the exercise regiment she had laid out as she had laid it out, and in fact told her they had no clue how to get it done without seriously disturbing Linda, hence why they were waiting for Rue to show up. At least the diet was being controlled, and the plugs were working as intended; both Adams and Beth could practically feel those mountainous milk factories bloat with each minute they spent sitting on them, and the doctor could only hope that they would stop before the top of their curvature reached the ceiling and the panda gal was given very little room to breathe, let alone exist in… hopefully; the projections didn't seem to indicate they'd get there, even in the worst of scenarios, but Rue had learned to expect surprises when it came to that project…
Still, the fact that Linda was still perfectly lucid and seemed well enough that a heart-to-heart conversation and some emotional venting managed to calm her down, then perhaps things were going to be… if not fine, then at least acceptable. Rue asked Beth to stick around, and offered to pay for their meal herself, to which the latter denied and stated she'd "take care of it" herself. Knowing better than to insist on any point with either of those two, Dr. Adams nodded and called for the crane to bring her back down; it was time to start organizing the first round of physical exercises.
As expected, Linda didn't take well to them, though everyone involved, Beth included, suspected it was less because of her stated reasons and far more because the panda was just outright lazy; after such a long time carrying her breasts around and growing used to not having to move too much, suddenly having to mimic being on a bicycle or performing long series of stretches didn't exactly jibe with the sort of lifestyle she envisioned for herself. Additionally, the panda (rightfully) questioned what it would even do to her, as no amount of physical exertion would ever do anything to the grand volume of her tits when they were literally the size of multiple airplane hangars; Rue merely nodded along, then reminded her that unless she wanted Rivtech to kick her out, she was still going to try and get two push-ups done, as insane and impossible as that sounded. This, more than anything else, set up an hostile environment between the two women, though Linda did eventually apologize for acting like a "stuck-up baby" after her temper died down. Adams, knowing as well as she did that she couldn't blame her test subject for what was going on with their body, told her no apologies were necessary; only her continued dedication to the regimen.
The rest of the day proceeded in accordance to plan with only minimal disturbances, which at that point was literally the best thing they could hope for, and indeed the best-case scenario; that this held true didn't evade notice, and though most of the staff were relieved about the lack of sudden surprises, they were still unsure about what the future might hold. The next few days would be critical, and any misstep was sure to end up costing them dearly; still, with Beth there to help, and Linda learning to shut up about her having to try and do squats against her chest, things were looking bright for once.
Even when they inevitably became worse, it wasn't as bad as it could've possibly been; the fact that the new orders would eventually lead to Linda struggling immensely with the strain placed on her body wasn't at all a surprise, and everyone had been mentally preparing for when the wave of complaints would arrive and be there to stay. And while such a thing did come to pass, it wasn't anything that more sedatives didn't solve or, barring that, getting Beth to climb up to where Linda was so that the two of them could find some way to resolve things without the use of drugs… all while the attendant staff kept a close eye on them via the CCTV network, just to make sure the half-panda wasn't feeding the full one some of her own milk. Beth's newfound lactation had been a source of concern ever since it came into reality, though to her credit, the newest hybrid was dealing surprisingly well with it; only once had there been a spillage incident, and that one was entirely the fault of the equipment, not the user, not to mention how Beth herself insisted that everyone she produced and removed from herself be immediately destroyed, lest it fall into the wrong hands. Rue, as well as everyone else involved in the project, was more than happy to abide by her wishes, considering the… results.
What Rivtech was doing with Linda was not necessarily the result of the soulless corporate environment born out of the minds of executives far away from the realities of their actions, but rather a rather complex process of damage control; while the previous teams had been busy trying to contain Linda's unfortunate growth spurts, another, smaller group had been assembled, away from the main one, and tasked with attempting to monetize the "milk issue" that had arisen from the panda's many growthsplosions and passive production. This task force was dissolved within a month, as it quickly became clear that not only was Linda's milk extremely addictive to anyone who drank it, but it ran the risk of severely harming hormone production, seemingly at complete random, thus completely ruining the company's plans to expand their pharmaceutical production. Therefore, Rue and her team were more than happy to discard Beth's particular brand of cream before Rivtech could ever get their hands on it, lest they end up creating some sort of human subspecies by complete accident.
The biggest change that came with the new plan was, of course, Linda's size. The two conjoined warehouses turned out to be an even better decision than first anticipated, because she'd end up needing them before the second day was out. Even when taking into account the plugging, the sedatives, the psychological help from Beth and even the reduced caloric intake, both of the panda's colossal mounds had continued to swell with their lactic productivity, taking up so much room that it had become effectively impossible to go around them, as the pressure they exerted against the walls was so high that anyone caught between those mountains of flesh and the metal plates would inevitably be injured by their crushing grip.
Up above, the halfway mark to the upper ceiling was quick to be reached, with Linda slightly panicking about the possibility that she might end up smushed against it, an idea that took several hours and a concerted effort by both Beth and Rue to dislodge from the panda's head; as it turned out, the longer they went, the more fixated Linda became on her own inability to proceed, a paradoxical belief given the blatantly obvious and observable. Yet, with every minute that went by, Linda became more certain that the next one would be the last one; she'd explode, she'd burst, the plugs would give in or a great number of other things would all happen at once or one at a time, depending on how she was feeling. The end result, however, would be the same: a final explosion of size so incalculable that no building would be able to hold her.
This, more than anything else, was the focus of Rue's attention from the moment the idea crystallized within her main test subject's brain, for she knew that the longer it was allowed to fester, the more likely it was to become reality. Linda was already starting to resist the sedatives she was given, forcing the team to resort to stronger ones and potentially risk an addictive response, but even the short moments where she wasn't actively dosed with something meant to calm her down would be enough to send the whole experiment spiralling out of control unless they successfully put a stop to her quasi-apocalyptic predictions.
It was important that Linda be convinced that things were going to be fine, that she was going to make it, and that all she needed to do was keep breathing and eventually it would all be over; the goal was no longer to make her smaller, but to simply stop her from getting any bigger, something that risked happening at basically any moment. The panda was actively encouraged to forgo the future and focus purely on each moment, on how she was alive and well now, in a constant present that stretched out for as long as Beth was there to help keep her focus; remove the half-human from the equation, and panic was quick to set in, forcing the smaller of the two to be on constant watch, lest her partner go completely off the rails.
But there was a silver lining to it all, even if it was purely a tentative one: despite everything, despite the growth and pain and complaints, despite the amount of room being insufficient and Linda's steadfast belief that she was "growing into a trash compactor", her milk production was slowing down. Not necessarily by any significant amount, but just enough to fit into the calculated projections that had, by that point, been stamped onto at least five different PowerPoint presentations and ten physical copies for safekeeping; it wasn't nearly enough that they could rest easy, or even expect it to stop, but it was the first time in months that things had gone entirely according to plan… which itself indicated that whatever manic method Rue had used to come up with her conclusions, it worked, and everyone there was well on-course to finally reaching some form of proper conclusion to that saga.
That said, Linda was still producing milk at a truly staggering rate compared to what would be considered normal, and thus continued to fill up the warehouse to the point where temporary catwalks and small lifts had to be assembled hastily in order to allow the project's staff to access every part of the panda's body that wasn't already squishing itself against the walls; reaching the warehouse in itself became more difficult with time, given that Linda's sheer size meant she was starting to invade the service lift, and if not for the unexpected help of a dozen or so forklifts all pushing in one direction, she would've completely blocked the way in by the start of the third day.
All of this took a significant toll on her mental health, which was just about the one thing that wasn't going according to the plan set forth by Dr. Adams; no matter how many sedatives were given or how much Beth tried her best to calm the panda down, it was clear that Linda was not reacting well to what was happening to her. At her very best and most controlled, she was still reduced to begging for someone to milk her, tears flowing freely as she declared herself "too full" and expressed nothing but utter dread and terror at the prospect of having her tits blow up from overfilling, even when everyone present told her that it wouldn't happen. At worst… the noise-cancelling headgear was brought back for those times, and only Beth would be allowed direct access to the colossal panda gal, often for upwards of an hour before she calmed down enough that normal procedures could carry on.
Much to Rue's surprise (and immense relief), Beth herself was holding steadfast in her decision to be there for her partner. She was obviously affected by their outbursts, as was everyone else, but while Adams sought refuge in her office and the interns and assistants all took turns not being there, Beth refused to leave Linda's side, firm as a rock and as unflinching as steel, one hand always on top of the panda's head, another on their cheek, ready to whisper sweet nothings into their ears and let them know that everything was fine, everything was going to be fine, and they would both be leaving the compound to live a normal life afterwards.
Linda wasn't sane enough to really internalize anything she was told, but there was a certain something flashing in her eyes that Beth chose to interpret as being a spark of understanding; somewhere, deep beneath the moaning and complaining and crying and sobbing and who knew what else, Linda was still there, and Linda knew what she was being told. It was the only explanation Beth could come up with for why, despite the constant outpouring of fear and terror, the panda never went any further than verbally complaining about things, when reasonably she should've done something far more drastic by that point; clearly, the only solution to that non-dilemma was that, at some level, Beth was getting through to her… so she was going to keep getting through to her, even if it meant skipping a meal or going a whole night without sleeping.
Day three was the worst of the lot, but it was the turning point that Rue was expecting it to be. With milk production slowing down overall and the expansion process beginning to halt, it looked as if things were finally going to reach some sort of positive milestone, even if there were a great number of issues that were still left unresolved, such as, but not limited to, the greatest elephant in the room: how to shrink Linda down. Truth be told, Adams had no plan for that; the whole stress-testing procedure had been her Hail Mary, the one last thing she had to give to the project before throwing her arms in the air and walking away, and her attention had been so focused on making that work that never once had she thought about what would happen afterwards.
The one goal in mind was to keep Linda from growing even more, and whatever happened next was, frankly, not really a priority for either her, Rivtech, or the future of that research line; now that something had finally gone according to plan, however, the relief that the good doctor felt upon knowing that her calculations were correct began to be overridden by the looming realization that she had absolutely no clue where to go to from there. Would they just keep Linda in observation and wait to see if something changed? Perhaps they'd start milking her slowly and stop the moment any growth or lactation overdrive was noticed, or maybe they'd throw caution to the wind and allow her to experience a climax at that size. Who knew? Certainly not her.
As the third day reached its end and the final few inches of Linda's bust were added to her body, Rue locked herself in her office with a stack of papers on one side of the desk and a mug of extra-strength coffee on the other, with orders given not to disturb her unless her attention was absolutely required. Several stories down below, the unending complaints coming from the panda's by-then tired throat had also begun to diminish, though it was difficult to tell whether it was because the pain was going away or she was simply too tired to continue. Shortly after a very sparse dinner that, as usual, left Linda feeling hungrier than before, she confirmed the latter hypothesis by collapsing from exhaustion, not to wake up until several hours past the usual time; Beth would remain faithfully by her side until she was certain her partner was sound asleep, only then allowing herself to gently snuggle up beside them and go under herself.
In perhaps the greatest capstone that the research time had ever seen, the moment they held each other in their arms was the instant the churning simply… stopped. Like a switch being flipped, the noises vanished, the reverb dying after a few moments and the whole warehouse complex becoming deathly quiet. And, for once, it didn't stop being quiet a few minutes later; first ten minutes, then twenty, then thirty, then sixty, and nothing came back. The churning had stopped, sometime after nine o'clock at night, and suddenly things were going to be fine.
The fourth day dawned, and Rue had been up for so long that she had stopped counting. The stack of papers was missing, replaced with a similar amount of crumpled-up sheets bearing the scribbles of a madwoman who couldn't get her brain to listen to her; no matter how many times she attempted to drum up a workable idea, an hypothesis that she could follow through and use for the inevitable shrinking period, nothing came up. Nothing but a single, repeating idea that kept intruding upon her headspace no matter how many times she tried to kick it away: go back to the original notes.
The first researcher assigned to the project had been around when the panda had been just that: a panda. No massive, warehouse-filling pair of breasts, no problems with excessive lactation that defied all known physics, no contamination of other test subjects by sheer presence or addictive milk; rather, these were the notes taken by someone who truly believed that they could fully reverse the genetic damage caused to Linda, not to mention someone who had written down several potential paths that they could go down after the initial growth spurt that kickstarted this whole misadventure to begin with.
Rue had convinced herself that she didn't need to see them, that her own ideas were enough and going back would only lead to more damage being done, like it always had. But as the hours passed and her brain came up dry for new conceptualizations, it became harder to deny that maybe there was some merit in looking to the past for answers to the future; if nothing else, at least Simmons wasn't an incompetent buffoon picked purely for his usefullness in internal company politics.
That said, there wasn't a lot there that she didn't already think of herself; having spent the better part of three or so hours going through every note that Simmons left behind on what to do going forward, the best that Adams could really come up with was to just remove the plugs and see what happened afterwards. Might result in Linda shrinking, might lead to another episode, it was hard to tell, but something had to happen… she just didn't know what. At the very least, her actual plan had come to fruition without a hitch, and she could be happy for that (after she had a good night's rest, at least); Rue could very much walk up to the Board of Directors, shove the results in their face and demand a pay-raise, and there'd be a non-zero chance she might actually receive it! Still, it was best not to start the party just yet; the fourth day was about to start, and they now had the most important twenty-four hours ahead of them. If the slowdown period was a success, then the stabilization one had to be as well; Linda had stopped, now she had to remain still.
Several stories down, the panda woke up. For the first time in what she believed were years, she felt… fine. Not good, not great, not necessarily pleasant, but fine. There was no unyielding pressure trying to make her explode from within, no immense heat that threatened to boil her as her milk turned to steam, no sense of impending doom born from the realization that her body was going out of control, just… fine. She still felt uncomfortable, but it was the sort of malaise that came with sleeping the wrong way, or having exercised far too much when one's body wasn't ready for it. Bad, but could be worse, and that was its own small victory, given the sort of condition she was in.
Linda recalled her actions for the previous couple of days, seriously regretting every life decision that led up to them and hoping that, if nothing else, then everyone present could agree to simply never bring it up again, lest her embarrassment swallow her whole. And with this came the recollections involving Beth, and the realization that she'd been there the whole time; in fact, looking to her side revealed that the half-human hybrid was still there, sleeping soundly, even if her stomach was grumbling loudly at the lack of nourishment. That complete idiot had stuck with her throughout the worst of her growth process, forgoing rest and food for the sake of keeping her on just the right side of sanity to allow her to push through to the other side, and despite knowing they could leave her alone after she fell asleep, Beth nevertheless insisted on remaining there, enveloped by breastflesh on almost every side.
She was an idiot. But… she was her idiot. And it was unfair to say that Linda regretted her every life choice, because at least a couple of them led to her meeting Beth, and a life without that precious idiot of hers would just not be a life at all. The panda felt like crying again, but knew better; the time for crying was over.
Now was the time for recovery.
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