A Brand New Approach - Part 3 (Patreon Commission for ShrapnelTheWolf)

TAGS: F/M, Growth/Expansion, Hyper/Hyper Growth, Musk

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So what if this would turn most of the structures around her into dust? She was already big enough to step on most of the city and flatten it, the only reason she didn’t was because Shrapnel had decided worrying about consequences was something he wanted to do, and she wasn’t yet ready to ignore him when it meant so much to the little guy. But with that side of him happily suppressed by the much more earnest horniness lurking just beneath the surface, she needn’t worry about anything… well, except smothering Shrapnel in her cumgut, but that was easy enough to avoid by just angling herself so he’d be smothered in her muff instead.

At least there he’d have plenty of room to breathe, even if the scent would lead him to lose his ability to think coherently on a deeper level than he already had. It was entirely possible it might outright reconfigure his brain so it only worked for rutting as well; by taking an already-aroused Shrapnel and submitting him to such a full immersion “bath”, per se, Elizabeth was very much risking permanent changes to the wolf’s psychology… but really, should she be worried about that?

She’d brought Shrapnel along precisely so he’d grow big enough to fuck her properly, and by definition this would leave the both of them so unwieldy and colossal that the city would really just have to go by the end of it. There was no way around it, not unless she wanted to start warping dimensions in such a heavy manner as to cause the local collapse of reality, and frankly, once was enough. No, she didn’t care enough to stop herself from ploughing through skyscrapers and commercial districts, she didn’t care enough to stop Shrapnel from growing bigger still, and she certainly didn’t care enough to restrain herself any longer.

It was like having a cake every day. Most people would eventually either grow tired of the taste, or start seeing it as mundane, giving them a reason and motivation to space it out and not having their favourite thing on such a regular basis. But Liz wasn’t most people, and if she wanted to extract maximum enjoyment from something, she would; perhaps it was a fundamental Law of existence, she didn’t know, but the fact was, she wanted to be bred, Shrapnel was right there, and she was going to put two and two together to make a beautiful infinity if it was the last thing she ever did.

So of course she had him grow bigger; the concoction she served him was designed to make his gains go directly to his dick and balls, and given the workout she was giving Shrapnel, Elizabeth was more than sure that he was going to end up large enough to flatten a couple of cities all on his own. And she was already that big; it was honestly a matter of unleashing the controls she had on her body and finally living up to her full potential, rather than sitting there acting like she wasn’t a giantess worthy of inheriting all of existence by pure virtue of being who she was.

So she kept going. Moving up on her own power and then letting gravity bring her back down. Feeling as the cock inside of her stretched her out further and further, the spurts of spunk so voluminous that her belly wasn’t even full as much as it was round, a pure sphere packed with cum that grew larger and more laden by the moment. She kept going, until the very ground was cracked as a result of her ministrations and even the specially-tailored clothes she had on were on the verge of being torn apart.

When they were, that’s when the world would see. The little ones thought that what she was then was too much? They thought a giantess capable of towering over the tallest buildings in the city with tits so massive they had their own gravitational pull was excessive? They thought that what they were seeing was her, as opposed to a pitiful shadow of her true self, hidden away by stacked layers of dimensional compression that required constant maintenance by some of the best in the field?

Well they were wrong then. She was bursting free from her containment, and she was sure that, somewhere in the distance, locked away in some underground bunker staffed by people who thought they were safe, dozens of alarms were going off, warning the hapless monitoring crew that their charge was losing control. She was sure that they could see her, and really, she felt that she should do them a favour: she should let them see her properly.

It was one thing to be observed from a distance via drones and cameras, but was science not built on direct observation at the end of the day? Even with the subatomic world, eggheads outright cracked open particles to see what was inside! Thus, it stood to reason that if people wanted to see her, they should be able to, regardless of where they were.

So she grew. It was easy to, given the amount of raw material she was being given by her beloved. How big even was he? Did it matter? Should she be concerned with measurements as long as that cock kept stretching her out to the point where she felt like her insides were being rearranged each time she came down on Shrapnel? Or should she just… carry on?

Carry on, and keep being fucked, keep being rutted, keep being bred, until her belly flattened the city, her titstack rocketed into the upper atmosphere, and still the cock she had inside of her made it all look tiny. Carry on, until her mind broke in half and she had a torrent of spunk jettisoning from her mouth.

Carry on, with Shrapnel there with her, to fill her, to stuff her, to pump her fuller and larger.

Forever.