A Dip In The Stream (Commission for papertoilet)

TAGS: Taur, M/F, Hyper Balls/Cock, Hyper Cum, Growth/Pent-up Growth

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Probably not a good idea to have gone so long without emptying himself, but he was in it for the long haul now… and quite literally as well, given how far he had to lug himself and his package up the mountain to get where he needed to be.

Not a lot of places around that could take care of his unfortunate issue, and he wasn’t in any position to start asking for favours from people who could do so; this left him with the rejuvenative waters of a very particular mountain stream hidden somewhere up north, one he’d visited a handful of times before under… similar circumstances. He couldn’t help it, it was stronger than him; the taur needed constant relief if he was going to remain at a somewhat stable size, so him growing out of control was an inevitability, given the minute amount of people who could even begin to think about taking him.

Not his fault he was so big. About thirty feet tall and just under twice as long, it was a wonder how his body was the least of anyone’s concerns when it came down to it, even with these being his comfortable, “middle ground” dimensions. Hell, even his dick, encroaching on twenty feet itself, was still only the secondary attraction: it was his balls that stole the show, bigger than most people while empty, and lacking anything resembling an upper cap to their size; he needed folks of exceptional girth to plough properly, only going so far with self-stimulation and whoever happened to be dumb enough to try using his shaft as a branch to rest on. He’d learned to live with some swelling, being almost always in a state of backed-up pressure, but there came a point where he crossed a critical threshold and he began growing faster than he could empty out, leaving him as he was then: dragging a package almost as big as the rest of him up a mountain, grumbling all the while as he tried to achieve some relief from it all.

The worst part was that it wouldn’t even do anything to the swelling: it’d just make it more bearable. Jak still had to find someone willing to serve as his cum dumpster, though by that point, cum blimp might be a more appropriate moniker; by the time he reached the top of the mountain, sweating his body weight every second, it felt as if he was pulling several dozen tons’ worth of spunk behind him, the cum inside slorshing loudly enough to be downright uncomfortable, and a shaft heavy enough to crush entire ships directly underneath. He didn’t so much enter the water as he did splatter into it, causing a significant amount to crash outwards in the form of a water, turning the edges of the stream into a soggy, muddy mess.

His eyes being closed, however, left him to miss the obvious: he wasn’t alone. While he groaned and grumbled, occasionally letting out a sigh as he felt the pressure waves abating in the cool mountain waters, the elephant taur completely missed the appearance of one of the region’s native denizens: a mountain dragon.

Outwardly, the regal appearance would give one the impression that this was a creature of great stature and poise, not unlike their lowlander cousins, or the hoarders roosting deep within barrows of their own creation. Powerful, immense, possessed of musculature that could rip even the most powerful of knights in half with only a single swipe, they were a sight to behold, especially the full-grown ones like the specimen that approached the bathing taur.

Inwardly, however, they were significantly more savage than any other species of dragon; while still fully sentient, they used their intelligence far more to secure prey and mates than they did to play the complex political game that their cousins did, preferring to hold onto their territory and defend it from any intrusion than hoard gold or accrue influence. And that one in particular, a lithe one with a body leaner than most of her size, saw in this unwanted guest not a meal to be devoured, but a potential breeder to be used.

She wasn’t subtle. Nor should she be, given that was her turf, not the elephant’s; thus, the dragoness simply stomped up to him, blocking off the sun, and waited until her guest decided to open his eyes and look up. In the meantime, she had a perfect look at what was about to go into her, just below the surface of the water; it was hard not to lick her lips at the sight, so gorgeously engorged, so beautifully swollen, so stuffed with seed for her to take and delight herself upon. Really, just the cock alone would be enough, but she wasn’t about to pass up on an opportunity for the full package, as it were.

Jak, meanwhile, was suddenly left in the shade when it was supposed to be around midday and there were no trees around. He tried not to think too much about it at first, being too busy with the whole backed-up blue balls situation he had running, but after he heard the unmistakable sound of heavy breathing near him, he had to open his eyes… only to find himself staring at the nether regions of a very large, very horny dragoness whom he was lucky not to have accidentally poked when they were positioning themselves.

“You will breed me… whatever you are,” the dragoness commanded, “and you will do so immediately, lest you want me to remind you of whose territory you trespassed upon.”

Well, such a warm, open invitation, could not be responded to with anything other than his utmost. Maybe under other, more auspicious circumstances, the taur would’ve stopped to think things through: maybe he shouldn’t just be fucking the first slit he saw, especially one that belonged to a creature a few times bigger than him; maybe he should keep it in his pants until he was sure he wouldn’t have his head bitten off in the end of a weird mating ritual. Or, maybe, he should just take what he was given, stop worrying about gifted horses so much, and finally get the release that he desperately needed.

Granted, heaving himself up into position still took a while. Even with four legs to help him pull his engorged sack up from the stream, the water weight, along with just his weight in general, cost him most of his stamina reserves; unfortunately for Jak, the dragoness wasn’t going to sit around waiting for him to recover, and promptly threw herself at him, sitting on his shaft, unceremoniously taking the tip, the first foot, and then the rest!

The sounds that came out of the dragoness immediately after were heard throughout the mountain range and set off at least a couple of avalanches. Even through the haze of sensory overload that came with having his cock plunged completely into someone, Jak couldn’t help but be impressed by just how loud his mate could be… of course, the moment after, it was back to blanking out from pleasure and just barely clinging onto consciousness, hanging from a thread as he fought back against the literal flood of endorphins rushing through him now that he was finally on the way to fixing his desperately backed-up issue.

And a literal flood as well. With the amount of pressure that Jak’s balls were under, was it any surprise that such a sudden insertion would have them blow their load almost immediately? Of course, with the taur, such definitions were about as fluid as all the precum flowing out of them: a cacophony of wet splats as his pre splashed against the stream, as well as dull thuds as the many thick ropes impact the hard ground, the first wave alone was reminiscent of a cheap pool being broken into pieces while still full of water.

The dragoness herself didn’t wait long before she put her muscles to good use either, and for equally as destructive purposes as usual; creatures like her and Jak didn’t just mate without causing significant damage to their surroundings, especially not when the latter was as pent up as they were, doubly so when the former was approaching heat and was already feeling the heightened libido as a result of it. No, they didn’t fuck, they rutted, like beasts, like animals, until everyone for a mile around was made aware of what they were doing and knew to stay as far away as possible.

But all was not as the giant dragon believed it to be. In her head, she was the one calling the shots, and it was only natural that she should assume this was the case: she was the one who owned that piece of territory, the taur was the one intruding upon it, and she was the one who approached him with a demand to be mated with. Thus, it stood to reason that, unless this newcomer wanted to feel what it was like to be bit in two and then torn to pieces, he should get busy rutting her and not even stop to think about complaining.

This would be the case… were the newcomer not Jak, and were he not nearly as backed-up as he was then. He reached a certain mindstate whenever he got to that point, one that he very rarely inhabited; he wasn’t usually one to forcefully reverse roles like that, but whenever he needed to cum, whenever he was so stuffed that he had to get some release, then all bets were off; if it was there to be fucked, it was there to be fucked, and it was going to stay put and take everything he had to give, end of story. He wouldn’t take any orders to pull back, to slow down, to do anything other than pound harder and ever harder; indeed, he wouldn’t take any orders at all, because Jak was now locked in a cage inside his own head, and his body and carnality had taken over completely, forced to watch and listen to the thudding thwap of meat on meat.

Thus, when the dragoness turned to try and prepare for her own climax, she found herself unable to push back against the taur pounding next to her haunches. Given how much she’d already been filled, she had assumed that the breeder had given it his all, blown his load, that sort of thing; she didn’t expect to look back and see nearly two hundred foot of taur looking positively tiny next to a cock about half of its size… and a pair of nuts that had overflowed from the mountain stream and were well on their way to outsizing her.

Jak was barely even started though. If the dragoness truly believed that she’d defeated the pachyderm taur with just one single swing, then she had another thing coming, and another thing, and yet another, because the taur was no longer in control of himself. Maybe he would’ve been, had the giantess not thrown herself at him so unceremoniously, or he’d bothered to try and exercise some degree of self-restraint; instead, all he had was himself, his body-sized nuts, and a gain of about a foot every minute.

He couldn’t help it either: he only went down after he achieved climax and found some relief; up until that very moment, his body knew only how to produce more and more, even while it dumped industrial quantities of precum into a dragoness that, by then, had lost all ability to act in a coherent fashion. Even if Jak were in any fit state to understand what his mate was saying, he wouldn’t have gotten anything out of it: in between the moaning and whining, the crying for more, was the most dishonest begging for the taur to stop, to slow down, each word more false than the last.

That is, when there were words. Half the time, the dragoness was just making noise, perhaps an attempt at speaking that died halfway up her throat and came out in the form of degenerate mewling and mindless squirming, embodied in a physical form that was being pounded harder than it ever had been. She wasn’t even moving anymore: it was entirely Jak thrusting himself into her, using what last reserves of stamina he still had to rut a dragoness several times his size… his body’s size, that is.

For by then, the combination of month without proper release, the trek up the mountain, and the sudden appearance of someone who could finally give him what he wanted, had turned up his productivity to the point where, even if Jak wanted to stop, he wouldn’t be able to. Any attempt on his part to get his body to quit pounding into the dragoness would’ve been overruled by his pleasure centers, who demanded he keep thwapping, demanded he fill his ears with the found of his cock’s knot slamming against an eager slit. And with it, the wet, thick splash of his thick spunk, oozing out from within the dragoness, backblasting with enough force to audibly coat Jak himself in positively ludicrous quantities of it!

His body grew along with the rest of him, no longer constrained by the need to hold back the size of his package. It was slower than his more active bits, but it was there: by the time he was done, and the dragoness was being pumped fuller than she ever had in her life, he’d be reaching over a hundred feet of height and nearly twice that in length, his full, unleashed size.

Behind him, the interminable slorshing of a pair of cumtanks too powerful to ever be stopped. That much was always in the back of Jak’s mind: that no matter what he did, it was only ever temporary. Even after he was done emptying himself out, and presumably leaving the dragoness so laden with his seed that she’d barely be able to move, he would only ever fill back up again. His nuts would go back to their smallest state, but after just an hour without stuffing someone, there he went back to gaining about a foot an hour with no means of holding them back. He was cursed to deal with this for the rest of his life.

Hence why he didn’t think twice to grab whatever opportunities arose. He had to make good use of them, or else he’d be stuck with balls permanently the size of airships and no way to get rid of all the excess spunk; hell, half the time he already didn’t have any way to do it, and what he did do was little more than stopgaps.

But this time? This time he had a dragoness. A true to life, colossal draconic beast of a lover who wanted him, who desired him, who shouted for him to go deeper, harder, faster, even when their own body was breaking down and unable to do much beyond lie there and serve as a cockwarmer. But Jak didn’t care; in many ways, the dragoness having no more energy left just made it all the easier for him to finish the job: he just had to sink his hands into her rump and pound into her, ceaselessly, until all he could hear was himself, sloshing, gurgling, creaking, and the dragoness, ready to receive the filling of a lifetime.

His knot, by then, had already become engorged, enough so that the taur’s mate could feel it trying to force its way inside of her. In her mind, two options: beg for the elephant to back away, as there was no chance she could ever take such a monster, or demand he go faster, knowing full well he was going to do so anyway and she no longer had any choice in the matter. The only thing she could choose was how loudly she wanted to be, and that was hardly that carried any significance; it was doubtful whether Jak could hear her in between the myriad of cacophonies emanating from him and within him.

Jak, who was entirely lost in his own arousal, and lacked even the most basic thought being the need to rut and mate. Jak, who heard nothing but the rhythmic thwapping of his cock, the endless churning of his cum, the sloshing of the innumerable amount of gallons splashing over the ground all around him. Jak, who had eyes only for that slit he saw in front and below him, and how much he wanted to plunge his knot into it. Jak, who could feel his balls encroaching upon an incline and was suddenly very aware of how they were reaching a size that bordered on the four digits. Jak, who could not take it any longer.

He had his limits, and they were reached. He could only pound into the dragoness so many times before inevitably reaching too deeply and finding that he couldn’t pull back, accompanied with a piercing shriek as the giantess felt an over thirty-foot-wide knot plunge into her, stretching her out to such an extent that her rear legs collapsed and left  her unable to even stand. The first impact of the final wave, whereupon the real filling commenced.

Everything the dragoness had tasted until then had been nothing more than an entrée, not even the first serving of the first meal. With balls like his, Jak could give her far, far more, and with nothing to stop him, that was exactly what he was going to do: with a mighty clench, the air trembled as a shockwave coursed through it, a combination of an ocean current being thrown into overdrive and a gargantuan tank of fluid being squished into a much smaller volume. With it, the dragoness was finally made privy to one fundamental truth: she hadn’t seen anything yet.

The slorshing continued for what felt like hours as Jak slowly drained himself into his lover, one foot of circumference at a time, gallon after gallon, until even his body was left limp, feeble, and unable to do anything other than hold on for dear life. After a point, the giantess was pushed upwards by her own cumgut, the ludicrous quantities of spunk being enough to leave her belly an enormous, rotund tank filled with more foreign mass than native one; Jak went along with her, mostly on account of his knot still being firmly buried inside the titaness underneath him.

It was their luck that, by then, the taur’s balls had emptied out to mostly be movable; they were still bigger than Jak himself was, but at least the combined pressure of all the cum already pressure-hosed out of them was enough to beat out the weight, letting the elephant be pulled upwards away from the stream. But he didn’t need the waters anymore: he had proper release, a true climax… and all it cost him was a very likely pregnancy with a mountain dragon who’d be carrying several hundred of his descendants.

Not that the dragoness cared though. When the first pangs of motherhood coursed through her, sped along by Jak’s hyper-virile seed, she was the furthest she could be from wanting to complain about it. In between the hormone storm and the pleasure waves still wracking her, not to mention the knot plugging her up, the idea of stopping and going back was ludicrous.

In fact, she wanted seconds.