A Just Reward (Patreon Commission for Rioku)

TAGS: Demon, Cum Inflation/Cumflation, Hyper, Hyper Cumflation

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Some people would consider summoning a demon to fix one’s size woes ranked somewhere high on the list of bad ideas, but Hyphy wasn’t one of those people.

Quite the contrary, as the husky was quite convinced that getting a denizen of the underworld to come up and give him a boost to his package was one of the most expedient and effective methods of self-improvement he had at his disposal; frankly, he didn’t understand why more people didn’t do it, seeing as the price for it was never as bad as everyone made it out to be.

Or, at least, the people he spoke to online didn’t seem to think so. For all that everyone else went on at length about how demonic contracts were always terrible things that should never be done, Hyphy never once heard anything specific about why the price exacted was anything other than perfectly acceptable; as far as he could tell, just as long as he didn’t bite off more than he could chew, then he’d be fine!

Thus, he stood in front of the summoning circle, intoned the correct words, and waited for the magic to do whatever it had to. The runes lit up, the center of the circle began glowing white, and before long the room’s temperature skyrocketed in preparation for the demon’s emergence; a simple process really, and one that the husky had prepared for in advance by watching a myriad of videos and locking himself in a sauna for several hours straight.

If anything, it was the demon itself that he was still somewhat scared of; while he “knew” that they were supposed to be harmless unless provoked, and didn’t attack mortals without a very good reason, he was still calling up a demon from the underworld. He didn’t even know what they would look like; every photo and video showed nothing but distortion where the demon’s body would be, as they were apparently impossible to capture with modern technology.

Thankfully, the summoning only took a few seconds. In a blinding flash of light, the runic circle was unmade, the temperature around it dropped, and as soon as Hyphy’s eyes adjusted, he found himself staring at… a doberman. Granted, a very large doberman, one who stood at least three or so feet taller than him, but a doberman regardless, even if one possessed of obvious demonic characteristics: chief among which was the absolutely gargantuan shaft he had proudly on display, sitting atop a pair of balls of such ludicrous girth that it strained the imagination as to how the creature could even move around with those attached to him.

“I see another has chosen to opt for our expertise,” the demon mused, every word dripping with obvious contempt, yet delivered with the widest, toothiest smile, “so tell me, little one, what is it that you desire from one such as myself?”

The answer was simple there; in fact, all that Hyphy had to do was point directly at the demon’s package and then stand there, silent, waiting for his guest to understand what he was trying to say. Now, either he was even more obvious than he initially assumed, or that was a request that demon had heard far more than once, as the moment the husky’s hand moved towards his sack, the devil dog promptly batted it away, chuckling all the while.

“Of course. Well, if you wish to have one as mine, then I can certainly provide… assuming you’re willing to pay the price” - Hyphy was about to reply when the demon raised a finger, their cock and balls both growing a good foot in every direction as he did so - “so do kindly turn around and let’s make this quick, shall we? I have an appointment in about thirty minutes, and no offense sweetheart, but they’ll be giving me far more than you ever will. Come on now.”

There was something about the demon’s tone that disarmed the husky near-completely, even if the words used were clearly demeaning and Hyphy didn’t know whether to trust how easily the whole thing was arranged. But as the churning of cum grew louder and the creaking of skin became ever prominent, he figured he had one shot at getting what he wanted, and shouldn’t be wasting time when he could be doing what the demon told him to do.

Before he knew it, the husky was on all fours, on the ground, waiting to be speared from one end to another by a shaft too massive for him to even begin to comprehend how he was supposed to take. And while he did eventually feel the weight of it, he did so on top of him, when that colossal cock slammed down on his back and very nearly folded his spine in on itself from force of impact alone!

Simultaneously, his body was pushed forward right when he felt two enormous weight hit him from behind; judging from all the slorshing that came along with it, Hyphy could only guess the demon had just stepped forward and nearly smothered him with their balls… and despite how vastly outsized he felt, the husky at no point experienced even the smallest twinge of fear. Rather, what he had boiling inside of his head was an intense, burning need to scream for more that he had never once experienced before, once that manifested by way of him opening his mouth and a loud, throaty moan escaping before he could stop it.

He couldn’t help it. By the time he realised it was coming, it was already out, with the demonic doberman cackling at the noise, speaking something in their unholy tongue that Hyphy didn’t understand, but left every strand of fur on their body standing on end. But it was good, this much he knew; it was good, because it was happening to him, he was being grinded against by a package that was quickly becoming bigger than he was, and before he knew it, the demon’s cocktip was pushing against his cheeks.

His eyes widened as he suddenly came to, the sensations filtering through the haze of pleasure his brain had been afflicted by and leaving him well aware that, rather than just wanting to use him as a personal scratching pole, the demon was very much looking for something more substantial, something he himself couldn’t stop them from getting.

Why would then, when it was likely the way that he’d be getting what he wanted? What else would explain the sudden change in direction, if not the demon giving him what he’d asked for? What better way to leave him bigger than give him an infusion of demonic seed, likely teeming with energy and raw power for his body to use? Hyphy couldn’t think of any, and that was… probably not because he was so punchdrunk that he could barely think to begin with.

When he first felt himself being stretched out, his instinct was to scream. To beg for it to stop, to demand the demon slow down or even halt altogether… the second instinct was to outright shout at them to go deeper, as the pain gave way to pleasure gave way to rapturous ecstasy, his insides aflame with the first few droplets of demonic seed being pumped into them.

Maybe it was affecting his mind; maybe he was being brainwashed and didn’t even realise it. But if that was the case, then he didn’t want to know otherwise, because he’d never felt that good before and he refused to turn back. Even when he felt his insides burning he didn’t want to have it stop; every searing sensation was somehow rendered into the most mindnumbing of pleasure, his brain turned upside down as the demonic energies flowing into him made it impossible for the husky to ever truly perceive reality anymore.

It wouldn’t take long before his belly was on the ground, smushed against the carpet and letting Hyphy know just how much seed was being pumped via that gargantuan shaft spearing through him; every heartbeat made it feel like a hose was attached to him, with his whole body wobbling like a water balloon as it was stuffed beyond measure, his belly increasingly bigger and sloshier, his tongue tasting the faint flavour of spunk at the very back. From there, it was just a short step to having him spurt out steaming-hot seed with every thrust on the demon’s part, his entire body turned into a conduit for their cum.

But a demonic being such as them required a suitable amount of release before they were done, and just having the husky who summoned them turn into a cum dumpster wouldn’t be enough. The doberman needed more, and the only way they could get more was by giving their caller exactly what they wanted; an odd quirk of demonic mentality, where a contract sealed and paid for was akin to the most rapturous of pleasure, where them giving a mortal a “fair” trade was all they could ask for.

As such, after a point, Hyphy didn’t feel himself fill anymore. He still had a gut large enough that his paws didn’t reach the ground even when he stretched his limbs out, that much was certain; he was still coughing up spunk with every thrust on the demon’s part, that much he wasn’t denied. But, rather than bloating further, what he felt was himself growing.

A subtle, but important distinction, seeing as it wasn’t his belly that was getting heavier, but something further down still, something that began intruding upon the demon’s own package once the growth became apparent. It was only fair; Hyphy did summon that creature precisely so they could leave him heavier between the legs, and it only made sense that he should be given his prize in such an… appropriate manner. It almost would’ve been a waste if he was simply made bigger with a proverbial snap of the fingers, rather than what was happening there.

With every motion, more size was given. Every time the demon thrust into him, the husky could feel his balls bloating with seed of his own, every plap of theirs left his own shaft thicker, longer; with every impact, Hyphy was left larger, heavier, more productive, until his own package would soon rival that of the demon sent to bless it with infernal power… were they not growing themselves.

It was clear from how much more of the doberman there was that they were making themselves larger at the same time as they gave their client what he requested; after all, there was nothing in the rules stating that the contract provider couldn’t have some fun of their own, and judging from how a bigger demon seemed to lead to a bigger husky, Hyphy wasn’t going to complain. Hell, past a certain point, it became a dual point of stimulation: the demon dog wasn’t just pounding into his ass, they were also rubbing their cock over his nuts in the process!

Almost impossible to visualise, but it was definitely there, Hyphy could feel it: every inch of that leathery shaft, either stretching out his insides to to the breaking point or dragging itself along a pair of balls that only became bigger with every rub, until the husky was convinced that, even were he to be drained, he’d be just as immobile. The practical implications of being as large as that demonic creature had completely eluded him until that exact moment, when his brain picked up on the weight of it all and promptly raised its proverbial eyebrows; how was he supposed to walk when he was carrying a pair of nuts heavy enough to cause dents on the floor wherever he let them rest?

Thoughts for later. His conscious mind might be asking questions, but the husky’s primal lizard brain wanted nothing more than to be railed, and to be railed for as long as he physically could; he didn’t even mind if he had to “pay” extra for the sake of his demonic contract, just as long as the payment was exacted there and then and he could feel himself stretch and bloat in equal measure, his body becoming larger in every single sense of the word. He no longer cared for consequences; if there were any unintended effects for taking a deal with the devil, Hyphy had thrown away all care, preferring to believe that he was in control.

Of course, given how deep that cackle was coming from behind him, how strong the grip on his form that the demon dog had, how their very presence seemed to seep into his subconscious, even Hyphy began having doubts over just who was in charge there… though these doubts were quickly put to rest on the next thrust, eliminating all worries from his mind as the twin pleasures of bloating and growing once again filled his mind and pushed aside everything else.

He literally couldn’t think of the consequences: his brain was full. There was a limited amount of processing power that could go into him thinking about anything at all, and the sensory feedback that came from the demon dog fucking him was enough to overpower every other signal, leaving nothing but unending carnal bliss for the husky to think and feel. Not that he minded; hell, not that he could mind, given that the brain circuits responsible for that pattern of thought were otherwise busy trying to comprehend what to do with a pair of nuts the size of a beanbag.

Unfortunately for Hyphy, it wasn’t up to him whether things kept going or not; he had summoned a demon, not a retainer, and eventually the creature would have its fun, declare that it was done, then vanish into the aether, leaving behind a very stuffed husky and no instruction manual on how to live life with a demon-sized package. But, despite this, the demon himself seemed no closer to stopping than they were when they first began; if anything, their jackhammering only grew stronger still, going deeper at a more frantic pace, leaving the husky to wonder if the two of them had even gotten started.

It was only then, in one of his last moments of lucidity, that Hyphy remembered he never specified an actual size; all he’d done was make his desire for “big” known, but at no point did he set boundaries or define an upper cap. And, judging from the way the demon dog reacted, they were likely to have been in that scenario before… and were likely to have done the exact same they were doing there: giving their client a lesson in the importance of being careful with their wording.

Maybe the two of them would be done when Hyphy was literally so big he couldn’t walk anymore. Maybe the two of them wouldn’t be done, and the husky would find himself dragged downstairs as he gave more and more of himself to a demon who could take it all. But whatever the case, he wasn’t about to complain.

He’d gotten exactly what he wanted.