Heavy Demolition - Interlude (Patreon Commission for MephistonOwl)

TAGS: Growth/Expansion, Horny Growth, Cumflation, Size Difference

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With the pumps working overtime in the background, it was up to Baha to try and find something to pass the time, and with Sorana unfortunately stuck somewhere she couldn’t exactly move from (at least not without him softening up first), the horse figured it was about time he answer a question the bear had posed to him multiple times before. He didn’t like thinking about it, given it was one of the few things in his life that genuinely brought him some degree of anxiety, but after the wonderful few days and weeks he spent with that gorgeous woman… well, he owed her that much, at least. The question itself was simple: how did he end up working for a mining company, of all things? And while most of the time Baha was content with simply coming up with an evasive non-answer and move on from there, with Sorana he decided to sit down, breathe in deeply, and start over from the very beginning; the real one, that was.

Despite protests on the ursine’s part, Baha insisted that the whole thing started a long time ago, in the before times, back when he was still a prospective engineer attending a rather prestigious university on Luna. He could understand why people would be skeptical; most of the time, he was not the sort of person that one would expect to have a keen analytical mind, owing to his habit of shutting himself off in order to properly enjoy himself without overthinking everything he did. But, as he assured Sorana, there was a time when he was looking at getting a degree in mechanical engineering, and by all accounts, he was quite good at it; the issue, however, was that he was still him, and being him, Baha had a few certain urges that burying his head in books and going through miles of equations couldn’t adequately satisfy. While he did manage to stave them off for a while, him moving away from home and living among other folk his own age with a newfound sense of freedom had left the horse bereft of any means of self-control; at least back on Earth, he had his parents to keep him in check, both as a form of authority and because he still technically lived with them. Now possessed of a dorm of his own, a minor source of income thanks to governmental subsidies, and plenty of people who wanted to make good use of the lack of parental supervision for the first time in their lives, it was difficult to keep his head on straight. One by one, those around him “succumbed”, as he liked to see it at the time, to more carnal urges; one by one, their academic ambitions became secondary to exploring this new life of theirs, and one by one, they found that companionship, especially of a physical variety, was far more rewarding than breaking the average on the midterms. And for the longest time, Baha saw this as… unideal. He was still paying a substantial amount of money to attend the institution, he had literally moved to another planetary body, and he needed to focus if he wanted to distinguish himself from among the rest of his peers; thus, it made perfect sense to see distractions of a carnal variety as little more than pitfalls on the road to greatness, obstacles that he should work to avoid, lest he crash into them at full speed. He also preempted Sorana by pointing out that yes, he was being a complete idiot, and yes, he realized later on that he was stunting himself, so no sass. Moving on, he recounted how eventually he began to wonder just how bad it would be if he went to, say, one party; this was mostly after his friends continuously pestered him to such a degree that he figured he should say yes just so they’d get off his back, working off some truly astounding logic: if it was shit, then he had confirmation and thus wouldn’t ever return, and if it wasn’t, then at least he’d have a good time. Unfortunately for the dutiful student, he couldn’t quite confirm his hypotheses one way or another, since the night he spent at the club was mostly a blur of motion and sound mixed together with some flavour and touch; all he could truly remember was stumbling out of the building with his arm over the shoulders of two of his friends, the trio belting out a horrible tune so off-key that it was an affront to the very concept of harmony. From there on, and despite Baha’s insistence that he was not a party animal, he began attending more social gatherings of a celebratory nature, a choice of words he employed purely to make Sorana giggle, at which point his younger self began realizing that maybe there was more to life than memorizing polynomials in order to save space on the cheat sheet. Sure, it ended up killing a few well-needed brain cells, but he was happier than he ever had been, and besides, everyone else was doing it, right? It wasn’t as if he was alone in wanting to wind down and appreciate the more rambunctious things in life, he just wanted to relax and chill out for a while without having to constantly worry about not being productive, just like everyone else! And just like everyone else, Baha slowly saw his nights being filled with more and more arrangements of a decidedly non-academic nature, until eventually he was going to bed at two in the morning and waking up just in time for the first class of the day… and sometimes not even that much. That was fine though; he was happier than ever, and somehow his grades had actually gone up now that his head was allowed to relax every once in a while. Really, by all objective means, he had never been better, and for once in his life, Baha could look onwards and say that he had a positively wonderful future ahead of him. That is, of course, until the one night that the rest of the frat lads decided to throw “something special”, which the horse eventually discovered meant sinking half of their annual budget in a single party, to be had just after first semester finals. He found it to be a bit excessive, especially since the fraternity would have to organize donation drives just to keep afloat, but hey, he wasn’t part of the admin staff, why should he care? Better that  he spend his time properly, by nodding along whenever he was asked questions and showing up to the party at the appointed night wearing little more than a t-shirt and a very revealing pair of jeans. As he explained to Sorana, while he certainly wasn’t as big as he was nowadays, the younger him was absolutely far more well-endowed than his friends and colleagues, enough so that everyone noticed, yet knew better than to comment on; he wasn’t yet aware of his unique condition, nor would he technically be for a while, but he would very much get a first indication that night. At first, it felt as if everything was going the way it usually did: folks showed up, folks found some spot to lounge around, groups formed, conversations started, alcohol flowed in quantities that were most likely hazardous to several species’ health, the usual. Baha himself, as befitting his typical approach to those sorts of venues, had parked his ass in a corner of the room, on one of the frat’s best couches, and was waiting for the usual group of friends to start congregating so they could shoot the shit on entirely irrelevant subjects. And, like most times, this was exactly what happened: folks showed up, insults were exchanged, playful shoulder checks given, and everyone settled down to talk about whatever random garbage came up in their heads… with the notable exception of one of Baha’s closest friend, a racoon by the name of Peter. Now, Peter was special: he was the sort of person who, absent any kind of effort whatsoever, would show up to those parties with someone completely different every time, this despite the fact that he never seemed to actually go anywhere to hook up with anyone at all. It came naturally to him, and given his lack of concern for biological restrictions, it was entirely up in the air just who showed up by Peter’s side; he was perhaps the ultimate embodiment of the “free love” range of stereotypes, so much so that no one even dared come up with a betting pool, lest everyone consistently lose. That night, given his conspicuous absence, the topic of conversation inevitably steered itself towards how “lucky” the racoon was to have found someone that gave him a bigger reason to stay home than go anywhere else, with all the finesse and tact that half-drunk university students could muster. No one noticed their phones ringing, no one noticed the text messages from Peter, trying his best to warn them of what was to come; no one saw it coming when the racoon walked straight into the building about three hours or so after the party started, next to someone that made everyone go quiet. It was a wave, one that spread from the front door all the way to the back where Baha and his inner circle were sitting, one that muffled everything in a thick blanket of silence that even the most shameless of party hogs wouldn’t dare cut through. Even the music was turned off somehow, bringing to mind thoughts of supernatural powers that none dared to verbalize. The source of the disturbance (or lack thereof, to be precise) soon became evident when Peter, trying his damndest to pretend like everything was fine, introduced his date for the night to the folks closest to him, before said date patted him on the head and did the job herself. Daisy, was her name, a raccoon by birth just like her “little treasure” hugging one of her prodigious thighs, and she was positively delighted for the chance to come see “his friends” and hang out with the “cool kids”; all of this was spoken in a tone of voice that made it difficult to tell whether she was being serious, outright mocking everyone in sight, or some weird combination of both that very few people dared to try and decode. What mattered was that she took initiative and made her way over to the back of the room, ostensibly to look for the drinks table, while the rest of the partygoers all followed her every move. On seeing her properly, Baha instantly understood why, because this woman was, for all intents and purposes, the literal definition of a goddess. Sorana protested, and Baha, being the kind of man he was, proceeded to give the most thorough and overtly lewd description he could think of: from the obscenely exaggerated hourglass figure, to the fact that Daisy’s breasts took up most of her front down to the waist with plentiful backboob, her ass being wide enough to nearly get stuck in the doorframe, the hips being so flared out that they seemed to attract people just to bump them side, or how her thighs were… well, “deliciously thick” was an expression Baha would like to use, but he’d already employed it to describe Sorana and he wasn’t about to go on repeats. Thus, he chose to bring out “thicc ay-eff”, in a bizarre turn of events that led to the bear stuck on his cock to start cackling like a lunatic at how juvenile the description was. Still, the horse insisted it was the truth, and absolutely nothing but the truth, so much so that when the racoon gal sat down next to him, he found himself almost instantly waking up from his semi-drunken stupor when most of his blood reserves shot downward into his cock and balls. It was only then, when he had that gorgeous, ten-foot giantess right next to him with Peter on her lap, that Baha came to realize just how truly blessed he actually was, because his dick started hardening and never stopped. What followed were a terrifying ten or so minutes as the young horse tried to fight against his own arousal, only to slowly succumb to it as his pants legs were gradually ripped apart by the combined action of his cock and cumtanks. Daisy, for her part, was nothing if not perfectly aware, and given how she was the only person there at that time who was still sober, chose to turn on the charm and begin making overt suggestions of a… deeper, more numerous form of companionship, to say the least. Sorana wasted no time in teasing him about being so coy over the possibility of a threesome, and it was a testament to the sort of person Baha was that even then, years after the fact and balls-deep inside a giantess of his own, the horse still blushed hard enough for it to be almost luminescent. When he resumed talking, it was with a significant stutter, enough so that he had to stop multiple times before he found his cadence once again; it didn’t help that he had to then describe the long and almost painfully drawn-out process of his younger self actually getting the hints being thrown at him, followed by the embarrassing and almost childish level of glee that both him and Peter were struck by as the booze coursed through their veins and left them unable to really verbalize their excitement beyond a series of uncoordinated mouth noises and the use of their hands to grab whatever part of Daisy was closest. The raccoon goddess, for her part, took it all in stride, mostly because she could very easily just take both boys by the shoulder and lead them up the stairs… which she eventually did, sashaying her way out of the party room in full view of everyone, leaving most of those present burning with barely contained jealousy. Baha and Peter, however, were too out of it to really appreciate what was happening: in between the cheap drinks and the arousal, it was a wonder they could even stand at all, let alone produce the complex neural impulses needed to walk. But walk they did, one step at a time towards one of the fraternity’s upstairs bedrooms, with Daisy in between them making very crude comments regarding the expected level of sexual prowess she had ascribed to the both of them; Baha especially, given that, by then, his dick had grown so much that it had flopped out of his ruined jeans and was hanging but an inch off the ground, something the horse himself completely missed and seemed unable to adequately process. He was just horny; everything else was incidental and likely to be entirely unimportant. In that moment, he had eyes purely for Daisy, his Daisy, his beautiful and gorgeous giantess who had turned him into a puppet dancing on her strings, unable to resist any of her advances or suggestions; if she told him to move forward, he did, trampling over Peter as he did so, and if she ordered him back… well, he’d grumble a bit, but he’d do it anyway, letting his smaller friend take point and receive his share of the attention. It was clear that the larger raccoon was just toying with the both of them; presumably, someone like her had no trouble in getting her way regardless of where she might be, and that party was no different. It made some sense that she would take to so expertly manipulating others as a pastime, especially when the context was as sexually charged as they one the trio found themselves in; she was in charge, she was the one calling the shots, and she was going to make damned sure that everyone in there knew it. Of course, neither Peter nor Baha were in any fit state to put up even a token amount of resistance, so it really only took a couple of minutes before they were on their knees and practically begging for a chance to prove that they were capable lovers. For her part, Daisy only teased them for the requisite amount of time, just enough that it didn’t become awkward or too painful for the pair of obviously-pent-up young men who had nothing in their heads but the rampant desire to fuck… though still enough for Baha’s unique condition to trigger. He hadn’t had the opportunity to lose himself at that point, not like afterwards when he could very easily find someone to bed just by sitting with his legs wide open (a notion Sorana giggled far too much at), and thus he had no clue that his biology had that particular quirk to it. Sure, he was aware, at least on an intellectual level, that he was a grower, and a far more capable one than most; he was aware that he was a shower as well, and that the combination of those two had left with him a package that was at once enormous and yet not nearly all that it could be. And, perhaps in some backroom of his mind, perhaps the horse knew that there was something more to it, that he wasn’t merely blessed by the size fairy, but that his body had a unique-enough genetic sequence that it simply had no limit to where it could go. It would certainly be a first: even other hypers had an upper cap to how large they could become, usually based on their “baseline” and assorted (but related) factors; they could absolutely become gargantuan in some cases, but inevitably reached a point where they could go no longer, resulting in a rather predictable number of categories depending on growth potential and starting size. Up until that point in his life, Baha had no reason to believe he wouldn’t belong to one of them; though he hadn’t tried it in practice, being the unblemished wallflower that he used to be, he was sure that he wasn’t anything special, at least not in comparison with other hypers. It was thus quite surprising when he felt the pressure in his loins rise and never truly abate, never really reach a point where it didn’t go any further; Daisy kept teasing him, so he kept growing, up until the point where even when he stood, Baha could still feel the ground underneath him with more than just his hooves. Peter occasionally glanced aside, seemingly unable to wrench his eyes away from what was happening, but as soon as the bigger of the three stopped fucking around and actually took her clothes off, none of this mattered in the slightest. Her form wasn’t exactly subtle, and with her choice of attire being decidedly provocative, it wasn’t as if onlookers couldn’t tell just what she had underneath her tight shirt and jeans. But it was one thing for it to be obvious at a glance, quite another for all coverings to be stripped away and her body be laid bare for all to see, for her curvaceous self to be exposed and her natural bounciness to be brought to play. She was, by all accounts, fully natural; most people with figures like hers had to resort to either cosmetic surgery or ample amounts of genetic modification, both of which were somewhat obvious at a glance. Even hypers were only normally blessed with one or two exaggerated features, rather than Daisy’s full package… yet there she stood, just as natural as Mother Nature herself, every inch and ounce of her unblemished, untouched by modern science. There was a body that existed because it was meant to exist, a physical avatar of a divine creature too powerful to be contained by the mortal realms. She radiated beauty, excellence, raw arousal, and it infected the two young men who were left babbling incoherently and practically drooling at the sight. To her credit, Daisy took this in stride, sashaying closer to her two admirers and unceremoniously shoving both their faces into her soft thighs, bringing them into a heaven of softness that utterly obliterated whatever mental resistances they might still have left; from that point forward, they had nothing to protect them from the raccoon’s advances, nothing there to keep their arousal from taking over completely and utterly dominating every aspect of their mental processes. Only then did she move forward onto anything more substantial, though by the point that either Baha or Peter felt the warm embrace of their lover’s bosom, there wasn’t much left of their minds that they could actually tell they were being guided by the hand to wherever it was Daisy wanted them to go, hence why the smaller raccoon ended up at the bottom, smothered by curves on all sides… while Baha took the place of honour behind the bigger of the three, who seemed somewhat eager to feel what it was like to be split in half by a cock too large for even her to take. Of course, Baha himself was blissfully unaware of any size disparities taking place; all he saw was a lover presenting, one whose body was so curvaceous that it became difficult to remember there was something beneath her at all. One could only wonder what it was like for poor Peter, stuck underneath so much pudge that they probably couldn’t even breathe, hands desperately seeking anything to grab onto; really, one could only wonder, hence why Sorana held back her giggling when present Baha looked so contemplative as he recalled the series of events. Nevertheless, from there, things took familiar contours: the horse was fired up, ready to go, and lacking in anything remotely resembling the very concept of self-restraint, at which point all it really took on Daisy’s part was a handful of wiggles to get Baha to do what had to be done. He was, as his present self liked to insist, not the person he turned out to be, for back then he just lacked any kind of control over his impulses once he truly got into the swing of things; it was notable in that Baha completely missed how much snickering was coming out of Sorana as he tried to explain himself, attempting to point out how it was entirely different from what had happened to the two of them post-mining incident. Back then, he recounted, he became an animal, a beast whose sole purpose was to breed and fuck and rut, damn the consequences of his actions and how much damage he wrought to his surroundings! Hence why he didn’t even notice when his overstuffed balls spilled over the side of the bed the trio was on and smushed against the ground, nor did he take notice of all the groaning and grumbling of bedsprings coming from within the mattress. All he saw was Daisy, and quite specifically her wonderfully plump rump, something to sink his fingers into and use as leverage for him to thrust his cock as deeply into the mini-giantess’ body as he could; no thoughts spared for what he was doing, no thoughts given to how he wasn’t wearing any protection and was willingly walking into a trap that could very well keep him tied down for years to come based entirely on his youthful indiscretion and lack of caution. Fuck it all, Daisy was there and she was moaning his name, so nothing else mattered: he was there to fuck, end of story! For everyone else in the building, what followed next were a series of rumbling quakes coming from above their heads, as the threesome taking place just on the next floor rudely interrupted the party loudly enough that it could be heard over the music. In between the two raccoon’s yelping and moaning for more, and Baha’s bestial growling as he tried his best to remain conscious when most of his blood was being used to sustain a hard-on that just kept growing larger, it was a wonder that there were any faces left to blush in the gathered crowd. Indeed, the only people not taken by the mood from upstairs were the ones too drunk to realize what was happening, and even then those would eventually catch on and start loudly wondering whether they, too, shouldn’t find someone to “get it down” with, as they liked to say. Meanwhile, in the room itself, Baha kept finding new and more mind-boggling limits to his size that he then proceeded to break through with seemingly no effort whatsoever. And the best part about it all is that he didn’t seem to be able to process what was happening; if Sorana thought that the older version of him was reckless, then she should’ve been there for his frat boy phase, because the last thing on his mind was keeping himself from thoroughly wrecking the property. It should’ve been a priority, given that he wasn’t even technically part of the fraternity at all, but only there as a guest; alas, with Daisy being there and taking up most of the bed on her own, there weren’t a lot of places that he could go to if he wanted to keep on jackhammering into the enormous raccoon babe he had in front of him. The only reasonable solution to his problem was, thus, to use his growing nuts as a throne of sorts, trying his best to sink his hooves into what remained of the mattress in order to give him a solid enough ground upon which to do what had to be done. Even when he felt both the ground and the ceiling at the same time, he didn’t so much as slow down; if anything, such a novel experience was what Baha needed to have more energy drawn out of him, as if his body realized that he was going to burn out anyway, so it might as well open the floodgates and let itself run at maximum capacity for however long it physically could. Plap after plap, gurgling and groaning, screaming for Daisy’s name even when she herself was practically choking on his cum, Baha kept going; the raccoon had gone from expert temptress to little more than a condom stretched over his cock, her noises making it clear that she wanted yet more, his friend Peter was somewhere buried under all of that, and he… well, he was horny. He was horny, he wanted to get off, and he didn’t know what else to do but to keep going, to keep bucking his hips, to keep thrusting until his body collapsed in on itself and allowed him to cum. He wasn’t even thinking about how most of the room had become his nuts by weight and volume, or how the whole building was rumbling with each of his heartbeats; he certainly didn’t care that his cock had stretched Daisy out so much that it bordered on the anatomically impossible even for a hyper, nor was he particularly concerned for what would happen after he finally came and flooded his surroundings. He just wanted the orgasm, the climax, the end of it, and when it finally approached him, it felt as if Heaven itself had descended upon him, granting him mercy, a release from his torment: the pressure abated, the serotonin bomb went off, and for a few blissful moments, Baha blacked out. He wasn’t aware of what his climax did, nor of how far-reaching the consequences were; when he woke up, an indeterminate amount of time later, he was covered by a layer of white so thick that he failed to notice how the room he’d been in was gone, along with most of the house that it was built into. He failed to notice how their threesome had broken through the floor and collapsed most of the first storey down to ground level, as did he completely miss how most of the white he was seeing stretched for a bit too far in every direction for the walls to have survived as well. Perhaps the most surprising aspect of it was that he genuinely couldn’t tell where he even was; either the drinks were more powerful than he remembered them being, or he was punch-drunk to such an extent (or fuck-drunk, at least) that his short-term memory had been shot to pieces. What he remembered clearly, however, was the slew of police officers and firefighters arriving on scene to ascertain who was responsible and clean up after them, respectively. Baha distinctly recalled the long hours spent trying to justify why he had completely destroyed an entire building, how he had gone about it, and what he was going to do now that he was liable for it; amazingly, both Daisy and Peter got off scott free on account of most of the cum present on-site being equine, pointing towards the horse as the sole person responsible for the disaster. A pickle, if ever there was any.

“And that’s how I ended up working for the company,” Baha wrapped up, “I needed the money, they had the paycheck, and I’ve sorta just been here since.”

“What about your degree though?” Sorana queried, a pair of mechanical arms slowly pulling her off the now-softened cock she’d been impaled by, “I thought you wanted to be an engineer, did you just give up on it?”

“Hmm? Oh no, I ended up getting it via correspondence. Lots of spare time during mining operations, you know? And really, after everything that’s happened… kinda hard to go back, you know?”

Baha leaned back on his seat, hands behind his head, eyes closed as he let out a sigh.

“I like it here,” he admitted, “and it’s a lot more fun than whatever job I wanted back then. Plus.”

The mechanical arms stopped, freezing in place as Baha’s shaft engorged again.

“I have you, don’t I?”