Heavy Demolition - Part 4 (Patreon Commission for MephistonOwl)

TAGS: Literally Explosive Climax, Hyper, Hyper Cock/Balls, Hyper Breasts, Growth/Pent-up Growth, Asteroid Cracking (Yes), Macro/Macro Growth, Galactic Growth

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It was a miracle that they successfully evaded capture after what happened a month prior. The galaxy was still in a state of complete disarray, the damage done was literally incalculable, and no one wanted to think about the disastrous consequences that having a quarter of the galactic plane wiped clean with horse spunk would have on the population itself. It was only through Sorana’s quick thinking, and a non-insignificant amount of her powers being put to use in ways it was definitely not meant to, that both herself and Baha slipped away before anyone could catch them… but not absent consequences.

They couldn’t just show their faces anymore. They were wanted criminals, and not even low-level ones; their countenance was splattered on every single news channel worth watching, and plenty others that weren’t, kept on a constant, never-ending loop, that the populace of the galaxy would know who was responsible for the Great Tide. Much as the two of them would’ve liked to go back to their whole lives, this just wasn’t an option anymore… especially not after what happened to Baha himself.

There was only so much his body could take before it was permanently warped, and growing big enough to be used as an orbital cracking cannon definitely ranked high on that scale. While he was definitely smaller now than he had been when the whole debacle took place, he still ended up far, far larger than prior to the whole unfortunate chain of events, so much so that, lacking any compression gear to keep him at a manageable size, their options were even more limited than they normally would be.

For Sorana, this translated into her being unable to do anything to or with Baha. For Baha, this meant living with a building-sized dick, a pair of balls that would need a warehouse to store them, and the sort of productivity that left him spurting thick ropes of spunk into orbit every few minutes as a matter of course. The two of them had to flee to a backwater planet in the far edge of absolutely nowhere, far below the galactic plane where no one would think to look; the system itself was uncharted, and, from what the horse remembered his own former employer’s plans, was dead last on the list for surveying.

Now, it was entirely possible that the authorities might pick up on this and decide to check the planet because it was so out of the way, but until that happened, the couple had little recourse but to try and learn to live with themselves… and quite literally so, at that. They weren’t particularly worried about the effects of Baha’s “Great Tide” so much as they were frustrated over the consequences: with no compression equipment and no vast, galaxy-spanning megacorp to find them, they couldn’t fool around any longer.

Any attempt at doing so would likely result in Baha growing uncontrollably again, and this time the two of them didn’t have a cannon built to specification. Then again, even when they did, it didn’t do much beyond cause the blast to be focused into one quarter of the galaxy rather than be spread all around it, so who knew? Certainly not them; Sorana spent most of her day trying to come up with any way she could help her not-so-little one relieve some of his stress, but it was a losing battle, one that she had no chance of even so much as stalling.

She couldn’t service him anymore. Not normally, not even through advanced means either; she wasn’t big enough to take him or even part of him, what with the horse’s cock being so absurdly huge that even the tip alone was bigger than her whole body. Unfortunately for the both of them, this only meant he needed to be serviced even more than usual, enough so that it could only ever get worse: Baha was already bad at being blue-balled, creating the perfect foundation for a building ready to collapse at any moment.

Stuck on an isolated planet such as theirs, however, there wasn’t anything either of them could do. They could certainly try to make the best out of their situation, just as they could try and not breathe and still live, but both of those were fool’s errands at best, and downright wastes of time at their most realistic. For Baha, it was endless suffering, as he felt his body lose inch after inch to the forces encroaching upon it, threatening to tear him apart from the inside out. For Sorana, it was a monument to her failure, that she couldn’t keep her little Baha safe, that she had to leave him in such a state.

If only she could take a short detour into civilized space, then maybe she could gather supplies to build a compression device; she was certain that Baha’s limited technical knowledge should be enough to do so, when allied with her own innate understanding of spatial dynamics… maybe. It was a long shot, but even that was barred from her; all it would take would be one person looking at her to see one of the two fugitives currently wanted in all of known space, and the moment they had a tag on her, that was it.

She couldn’t abandon Baha like that, nor could she bring the authorities back to him in her frantic attempt at escaping them, leaving only one possible way out: staying on the planet and taking care of him. It wasn’t a long-term solution; hell, it wasn’t even a solution at all, as much as it was a non-functional stopgap that existed only because she couldn’t come up with any better ideas. This only led to her frustration heightening until she found herself actively peeling the bark off trees whenever she tried climbing them for fruit, or grinding her teeth hard enough that they nearly cracked.

Sorana wanted to take him. She could as well; she absolutely could. It’d be the last thing she did as a conscious creature, as any transformation magic powerful enough to give her the kind of size needed to engulf all of Baha would, by necessity, turn her into something distinctly not-her, probably not even sentient in the regular sense of the word. Equivalent exchange and all that, great power and great responsibility, that sort of nonsense… but she still wanted to do it. Looking up every morning and seeing that titanic pillar of cockmeat firing countless gallons of cum into upper orbit, how could Sorana want anything other than to take the whole damned thing and make it fill her instead?

Baha, the poor guy, just couldn’t think anymore. He did try, sometimes; when he had a short moment of lucidity, he did his best to put some words together in his head to form a sentence, but there was only so much one could do when one’s brain was constantly flooded by serotonin in such high levels that it was at risk of drowning. He knew, in some deep, almost instinctual manner, that what was happening to him wasn’t normal: that he wasn’t supposed to be that large, that he wasn’t meant to be so immense, that he wasn’t built to cum into orbit on a daily basis.

But he couldn’t care, and quite literally couldn’t, seeing as his mind had been shattered into a million different pieces, most of which were too tiny to even be considered extant anymore. He could try and make the best out of it, could try and consciously enjoy it even when he had little of himself left to do so, but that was as far as he could go; anything requiring active effort on his part was right off the table, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much energy he wanted to put into it.

He saw himself still, from within the cage at the back of his mind: his hands on the bars, his eyes serving as the windows through which Baha witnessed himself being a passenger in his own body. His one source of willpower was the desperate belief that if he only managed to get his hands out far enough, if he could take hold of the proverbial control panel, then he could do… something. He didn’t know what, but anything would be better than sitting there getting nothing done, no matter how useless it might be; any action beat no actions, especially with Sorana being no help.

Sorana, who had long-since reached a point where even the slightest of moves in any one direction would send her spiralling down until she completely lost it. There was nothing on that planet to distract her either; if she were cooped up at home, without Baha there to serve as a constant reminder of what had happened, then at least she could make use of the facilities, read a book while the heat died down, something. Instead, she was stuck on a backwater world, with no way out, no future prospect of being rescued, and the whole galaxy after her for something that, as far as the bear cared, wasn’t even her fault.

And throughout it all, Baha. There, standing tall, his manhood mountain-sized, his cumtanks large enough to flatten cities, his potency such that simply being near him was enough to make her feel stuffed. There, taunting her, an endless tease, practically begging her to do something stupid that she’d immediately regret afterwards. She knew better, of course; she knew better than to listen to that voice in her head telling her to throw herself at that dick, knew better than to expect it to go anywhere but south, and very quickly. But she couldn’t handle it anymore.

She was no saint, far from it, and her patience followed suit in the same logic. Sorana could withstand a great many things, could hold herself in one piece through an almost unthinkable amount of indignities; she had been in that industry for a while, so it wasn’t as if she was a naive stranger to the kind of backroom politicking and outright debased behaviour that characterized it. She had thick skin, and it took a lot to get through to her in a way that was even remotely meaningful. But Baha? The way that he was?

It got to her.

She couldn’t tell when or how her thought patterns shifted to allow that particular notion to become anything more than unhinged lunacy. She couldn’t pinpoint the precise moment where her brain broke, her self-restraint went down the drain, and suddenly the idea of taking all of Baha stopped sounding like ridiculous idiocy and began looking like a perfectly reasonable way out of that conundrum. But it did happen, and she did shift, and by the time she realized it had taken place, the mental change was too far along to be stopped, much less reversed.

It had been a few days by that point since Sorana had last been with Baha. She occasionally attempted to relieve him of his unfortunate burden through whatever way she believed wouldn’t let her be overwhelmed: maybe a few playful nibbles, a kiss maybe, some cuddling, nothing major. It didn’t work, because it couldn’t work, but it was either that or walk around moping all day, and she wasn’t one to do that; better to take an action than remain paralyzed by indecision, and this one, the one she had subconsciously chosen to take, was one one of the big ones.

‘Twas most unfortunate that Baha was so far gone that he didn’t even notice Sorana approaching him. There might’ve been a twitch of the ear, an attempt at moving his head to the side, but these were quickly taken care of by the giantess, by that point fully nude and growing already, bending down to give him a kiss on the forehead and a gentle pat. She had work to do now; it wouldn’t do for her to take that man in her basic form, she needed more, even if this meant breaking the bounds of what was possible and achieving something… different.

She could very well have done this right around when she first met the man, but there had been no reason for it. Even when Baha grew big and virile enough that she might be able to justify it, there was always the looming threat of Sorana losing herself to her own powers and becoming just a big an engine of lust as the horse was; while this was, without a doubt, very high on her list of priorities, the bear was still a thinking adult, and unfortunately knew that someone had to be the sane, reasonable one in the relationship.

Now though? With a quarter of the galaxy flooded by Baha’s spunk and the rest looking for them, with no way out of the planet that wouldn’t end in their arrest, and no way she could see that would let them get away scott-free, what else was she to do? Sit around and be reasonable while everything went to hell around her? Pretend to be sensible when the situation they were in was, at least partially, her fault? Or, perhaps, should she instead play into the cards she’d been dealt, forget about ever making sense again, and just throw herself fully into her role as one half of the cosmically awe-inspiring couple that were herself and Baha?

The ground itself trembled as she added more and more mass onto herself, appearing as if under the effects of a growth ray. She did pad out more specific parts of her body, but Sorana believed her proportions to be mostly fine the way they were already; a couple more cup sizes maybe, enough ass to flatten a city block perhaps, but ultimately, just herself, bigger. And by bigger, she of course needed bigger; it wasn’t enough to just be as large as Baha’s cock, she had to go much further still if she wanted to be certain she could take it. She needed to be able to drop on that thing, even if she made some allowance for having her insides rearranged.

The first cloud layer was the hardest one. She couldn’t have imagined how good it felt to be that big, and not even in a direct manner; it was pleasurable in a conventional sense, but the sense of power that came with looming down on a whole world like that, it was… indescribable. Was this was gods felt? Was this what a deity had going through its head when it gazed down upon its creations and saw how much mightier they were than any puny mortals? It must be, because she herself was a goddess: a colossal titaness, a true manifestation of all that could ever be desired in a lover and mate, someone perfect for her not-so-little Baha. If this was what gods felt, then this should be what she felt.

It was her birthright.

It was difficult to gauge how big she was by the time Sorana positioned herself to actually take the horse’s cock. Multiple cloud layers had been breached, yes, but this wasn’t her home planet; for all she knew, gravity and climate patterns were just bizarre and she was actually a lot smaller than she appeared. Then again, the opposite could be true; frankly, the bear had zero concern for it, nor did she feel like giving it more than a moment’s thought, not when she had more important matters at hand.

By then, Baha had become impossible for any living creature in existence to satisfy. There were others like the giantess, who could (presumably) make themselves grow to such an extent that they could try… but she knew her little Baha better than anyone, and the way he was then, she knew for a fact no one, not even herself, had the slightest chance of giving him what he truly needed to achieve climax.

It was too much. The horse was too large for any amount of physical stimulation to make him cross the edge; if his simply being wasn’t enough, then what hope did anyone have? A shaft large enough to serve as an orbital railgun and enough power behind it to fulfill that exact same purpose, two nuts that had only grown to encompass so much of the local landscape that they were probably visible from orbit, and a constant release that beggared belief. Simply by living, simply by existing, Baha output more spunk than any other male alive at the time could even hope to dream of in their wildest orgasm.

And yet, he was still there, and didn’t break. Or, perhaps, he had broken already, and what Sorana was seeing was less a person, less the Baha she remembered, and more just a horse-shaped lump of meat attached to a dick and a couple of balls, serving only as a cum repository and dispenser. Perhaps, much like herself in those last few moments of lucidity, Sorana’s precious little equine had given up thinking; it was a waste of time when he could, instead, be experiencing pleasure on a level unlike any seen before.

A possibility, even if Sorana herself refused to accept it… not that she had much choice in the matter, seeing as there was little left of her after she was done growing. She did try her best to hold onto her sanity though; the giantess had ample experience making herself bigger even before she met Baha, but there was, ultimately, one hell of a difference between giving her tits a couple of cup sizes or bumping her head against the ceiling, and quite literally outsizing entire mountains and being so tall she could see the curvature of the planet they were on. Matters of scale, sure, but there came a point where “scale” stopped meaning anything, right around the time when the absolute amount of sensory feedback Sorana received outstripped her brain’s ability to process it.

She was still there, obviously; the bear could still breathe, could still move, could still live. It wasn’t as if growing to a size where her head was grazing space suddenly made her collapse and perish, she was better than that. Her perception was warped to where a second might take hours to pass, but that didn’t matter: to see the world from that vantage point was worth any kind of damage done to herself, and to surrender her soul to the pursuit of divinity was a good enough price for what was about to happen. Thoughts, after a while, stopped meaning much. Words were similarly worthless as most of her conscious experience was filtered through so much pleasure that she simply stopped being able to function properly.

She was just in it for the ride now, watching as it all came crashing down and everything that she and Baha had worked together to achieve went up in a blaze of glory. Then again, one could make the argument that it couldn’t have happened any other way; that her deliberately egging Baha on could’ve only ended in him blowing his load in such a spectacular fashion that anything and everything around him would suffer the consequences.

She could say that it was her own damned fault… but, then again, was she not a goddess? Was she not a countless-foot-high titaness whose form was so perfect it made Baha scream loudly enough for her to hear when she took the very tip of his shaft? It almost didn’t matter whatever she became, as the end result would always be the same; fate had conspired to bring the two of them together into that one outcome, and ultimately, there was only one way forward:

All she had to do, or rather, all her body had to do in her stead, was to sit down.

Easier said than done, all things considered. She could make herself bigger, but it was a balancing act between being large enough to take that monster of a cock, and still small to the point where it would stretch her out like a condom. Others might claim the latter was unnecessary, but again, she knew better; why bother to be split in two by a dick that massive if she wasn’t going to tell anatomy to take a hike in the process?

Why bother indeed? Best to just grow as much as technically necessary, then instruct her body to become about as elastic as it possibly could be, even with Sorana’s powers. Again, little more than an intent, transmitted to a physical avatar that was no longer hers to control; all she had to do was issue a command and hope to the heavens above her form would listen, amidst the rampant moaning and screaming, and begging for more.

One thing was for certain though: the ground around them wasn’t going to last long, not with the way the two of them were going at it. Sorana could only assume that the quakes were being felt all the way across the planet, ravaging the tectonic plates and the many layers beneath them as the energy spent on each bounce approached levels unseen by modern civilisations. And all it took were her legs, her muscle control, and a whole lot of enthusiasm… along with a gargantuan shaft to impale herself on, but that was besides the point.

Sorana could feel it as well: with each time she let gravity take over, she felt herself being stretched, felt her insides being rearranged as her body struggled to contain even a fraction of Baha’s full size, yet she insisted on the whole thing regardless. She could feel as her brain was assaulted with an amount of information it wasn’t built for, could feel as her world was turned inside out and she lacked the ability to process it, could feel as she was overwhelmed but continued regardless. Every ounce of reason left inside of her told Sorana that she should turn back, and as such, she didn’t.

The time for reason and decency was long past. Baha was bigger than most geographic landmarks, she was definitely larger than those, and together, the two of them had all-but destroyed a whole quarter of a galaxy because they couldn’t keep it in their pants for more than five minutes at a time. There was a timeline out there where everything had gone according to plan as well; the bear didn’t know whether she could see it or was just imagining it, but there it was, boring, dull, mundane: a timeline where the detonation went according to plan… and the horse just kept on working like he usually did. Certainly, not worth her or Baha’s time and effort.

No, for her, nothing less than dominion over the material world would suffice. A lofty ambition, but alas, it was either that or admit that she and Baha wouldn’t be able to live up to their own expectations, and that… that wasn’t acceptable. Sorana wasn’t about to back off now that she’d been shown what it was like to experience Heaven; she might not be able to get there again, at least not conventionally, but if that was the case, then she’d just make her own personal paradise. Maybe not by flooding a quarter of the galaxy, but by taking the same steps that had led to it and disregarding all thoughts of the consequences of her actions; better to do that than wallow in mediocrity for the rest of her life.

One movement at a time, one set of commands issued to her muscles, getting her body to pull up from a shaft that had grown to be about as large as she herself was, before going tensing up and dropping back down. One movement at a time, one crater at a time as the ground around them was thoroughly pulverized; if ever Baha had been a hyper-effective planet-cracker, then this was it, as Sorana doubted that puny ball of rock would still be there by the time the two of them were done.

Well, that one and every other around it. She didn’t remember when her body grew to be big enough that she had to be in orbit in order to be remotely comfortable, but there she was; she didn’t remember when she had to start abusing the force of gravity to keep herself bouncing on Baha’s dick, but she wasn’t about to start asking questions about it now that it was happening. And she didn’t know when she’d started looking at the universe less as an insurmountably huge, eldritch thing and more like her backyard, but, then again, she was a goddess, so it only made sense.

The load, whenever it came, would destroy everything, that much Sorana knew. Assuming the same progression still applied, looking back to what Baha had accomplished before and doing some quick math yielded the kind of horny numbers that made Sorana’s head spin before she even tried making sense of them. All that mattered was that she was going to end up far, far larger than she already was, and if anything happened to be in the way, well, that was its own fault, whatever it happened to be.

Every spurt she took was a warning. When the floodgates broke open and Baha climaxed properly, there wouldn’t be anything left; whatever was near her would be instantly atomised, the radius only increasing the more she teased the orgasm out of her little horse down below. The damage done would be incalculable, and the worst part was that the two of them wouldn’t even be satisfied by the end; one load blown, and another one immediately put into production, guaranteeing an endless growth cycle that neither of them had the power or will to break.

But for Sorana, this was just perfect. She might have to warp reality to keep bouncing on a dick that, by all means, should’ve collapsed on itself from how much mass was compacted into it, but she still did it anyway. She might have to fundamentally alter the nature of existence to indulge in her goddess play, but at the end of the day, was that not what a goddess would do? What was the difference between herself and a “true” deity if she did whatever this hypothetical entity would do?

Chastity, perhaps. But she was far past that point; best to worry about things that made sense, like getting stuffed and forcing Baha to utterly explode from stimulation. It was a wonderful thing, that she managed to somehow hear the man’s nuts even through the vacuum of space; it let her know how full they were, preparing her for what was to come. All around her, Sorana saw naught but empty room for her to fill, nothing but… nothing. And this nothing needed either herself or Baha, she wasn’t quite picky in that regard; just as long as one of them grew to fill the void, she’d be happy.

The climax eventually came. When, it was hard to tell; was she the size of the planet when it hit her, or had she already surpassed its orbital radius? Maybe there was no one, single release, and all Baha did was cum just a little bit harder than what he’d already been doing; whatever the case, she… felt it, to put it lightly.

In an instant, the local stellar system was gone. Not that there was much there to begin with, so it being replaced with Sorana was nothing if not an upgrade; now, at least, people would see her rather than a solitary star floating as close to the intergalactic void as possible. But it wouldn’t end there; oh no, this was the prelude, she was just getting started!

As was Baha as well.

The man might as well be bottomless for how much came out of him; hell, maybe he was, and she was in for the long haul as the horse simply refused to stop filling her. The local stellar cluster went up in flames just as easily as the first stellar system did as well; it felt like now, after breaking the bounds of one star, it was just so much easier for her to do the same to every other… and from there, to reach for ever-higher goals.

If she was big enough to be seen from a distance, big enough to be her own damned constellation, why stop there? A quarter of the galaxy was flooded in spunk already, and that was merely a fraction of what she felt inside of her; she needed to be bigger, needed to occupy the local galactic arm, needed to emerge from above and below the plane, needed to sweep her hands and collect millions of stars in one go. She needed more, needed to crush the supermassive black hole at the center of it all in one hand, needed to consume it, needed to be stuffed further.

More energy into Baha. She may be galaxy-sized, but he could give her more; she had cleared the stars around her, the nebulae, whatever else happened to be in the way… but that was just one galaxy. Looking around her, there were countless others, twinkling in the darkness, ones she could take, ones she could overtake. One galaxy down, it almost felt silly not to go for more, not to absorb all that cum she was being pumped full of to traverse the void between the oasis of light; from stellar clusters to galactic clusters, really just a matter of scale.

And she could work with scale.

Baha was still going, after all. Even after the second disk was crushed between two fingers and every other swept aside by her body alone, he was still going. She was bigger than anything could be, risking the collapse of reality itself, and he was still going. It was likely to keep going as well; Baha probably was bottomless.

Good.

She had a whole universe to fill.