Unexpected Additions - Part 2 (Commission for Salix)

TAGS: Hyper (All Sorts!), Selfcest (Of A Sort), Growth/Expansion

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It was not to be, however; despite everything, there was still room to be filled, and while this was the case, then the growth spurt wouldn’t yet break the mossdogs free; it was almost like a Law, a rule that stated that none of them could actually crack open their surroundings until they filled them completely, despite how nonsensical this was most of the time, or how much they had to slow down to make it happen. They just knew it was true, or at least they were lucky enough that it held true for all of their previous encounters: they would grow until they filled all their surroundings, and only then would they finally pop the walls, or ceiling, or whatever else happened to be the weakest point in the structure they were in, before finally emerging into the outside world for all to see… and that day would be no different. There was nothing left for them but to keep going and find the third climax of the night, since really, what else were they supposed to do? Even if they wanted to disengage, which they certainly did not, they lacked the wiggle room to actually move away from one another, especially now that one of the herm’s tits had spilled out hard enough to block the door leading out of the bedroom completely. No, they were well and truly trapped there, which for all intents and purposes was exactly what all three of them wanted: no distractions, nothing to interrupt them, nothing but one another to fuck, to rut, to mindlessly plow into and smother and pump fuller with each passing moment. For the two Salix with actual cocks, this was perhaps the best part of the exercise; as much as the female mossdog was having the time of her life being smushed underneath a rack several times her own weight, there was something sublime about being able to stuff one’s dick inside someone else and feel one’s cumtanks unload when said cumtanks were bigger than couches. It was already an experience at their regular sizes, themselves bigger-than-average by default, so with the extra oomph to it all, it just turned an already magnificent experience into something truly transcendent. It was made better by how their bodies were uniquely positioned to make good use of all the cum they were getting, reprocessing it into additional mass for their already-engorged assets; while the male Salix had to unfortunately go by without this extra source of size, the herm and female were more than happy to pick up the slack in that regard, eagerly clenching their slits around the dicks filling them just so they could milk them for all they were worth. Heartbeat by heartbeat, load after load of cum was dumped into all but the “prime” Salix, their bellies bloating just barely enough to be seen for a split-second before they flattened out again, all cum being used to turn their assets up considerably for the duration of the climax itself. This, too, was a vicious cycle: the herm would not only have her tits bloat, thus putting even more pressure on the femme beneath them, but their cock and balls would pack on additional weight as well, not only causing the purely-female Salix to be stretched out further, but leading to an even greater load being pumped into her, which in turn would cause the last mossdog to suddenly be able to compete with the herm for breast size alone. Not that this lasted long, sadly enough; while cumflating themselves was always welcome, the fact of the matter was that the orgasm itself often led to so much more growth that it made previous instances look downright restrained by comparison; as soon as the second wave was over, not only was the bedroom mostly tit, cock and balls, but the air was so warm that it was a wonder the three mossdogs weren’t burning up from ambient heat alone. Then again, wasn’t this just more incentive for them to break free? It was a chill winter’s day outside, and if they wanted to cool down, then the best way to do so would be to dunk themselves somewhere where their body heat would be sapped. Thus, the simplest manner in which to resolve their warmth problems was to keep fucking one another until they grew big enough to be free of their home. Granted, this was nothing more than a hasty rationalization and all three of them knew it, but it was part of the game they played; they couldn’t just admit that they were doing this purely for the sake of it, because throwing in a nonsense reason made it so much more fun and engaging. Pretending like they had a goal to work towards, rather than the rutting being the end in and of itself, made them feel like the whole thing had some sort of scandalous meaning to it, even if they knew, intellectually, that the whole thing was a farce. Still, it let them play their roles perfectly, and that was all they could ask for… well, that, and continued enthusiasm when it came to railing into one another, but that one was a given; even though the male Salix was pinned against a wall on one side, and trapped atop his nutsack underneath him, he could still anchor his feet firmly on top of his balls and use those for leverage when he resumed pistoning into the herm in front of them, his hands so deep in ass that he couldn’t even see anything past the wrists. It was clear that at least some of the cum weight had gone to making those cheeks heavier, not that he was about to complain about; as long as they let him pound away at a slit that refused to grow beyond its almost-supernaturally tight state, then it was fine by him. It allowed for some impressive displays of strength and stamina as well, with the “prime” deciding that if they were going to break free of the house anyway, then he might as well make it memorable. They’d done it so many times before that it felt like business as usual: he’d get cleaned up, resolve matters with whatever local authorities had come to take him in, then have a chat with the mayor’s office to explain that it “unfortunately took place again”, without being quite explicitly on what “it” was. He’d get a new place to stay, and eventually a split would take place again, thus leading to the whole thing starting all over again, and again, until some distant day when the local government decided to stop giving him a house until he signed some papers guaranteeing he wouldn’t lose control of himself ever again. For the time being, however, he was safe, secure in the knowledge that he could barrel over most of the city block around him and get away with it with… minimal consequences. Thus, it was a no-brainer when it came to deciding whether or not to start working hard towards the third climax of the night, refusing to stop or slow down until he hit that wall, even when he did impact it; for the other two mossdogs in the room, this means an increase in energy coursing through them, not through any sort of shared link or bond, but purely thanks to the enthusiastic pounding the male Salix was providing for the herm, who could barely keep their mouth shut in between squeaks, groans, and throaty moans. What they could do was respond in the same manner by making good use of the transferred momentum, letting their body flow naturally and right into the female underneath them, causing her to start squeaking like a fucktoy whenever she felt the herm’s colossal pillar rearrange her insides and stretch her skin out to form a very obvious bulge. In between all this, plenty of pre to be had, as well as a few residuals from the first two orgasms that ended up giving the two mossdogs with tits a couple more cup sizes. None of this, however, would matter in the slightest when put next to the spectacle that was the third climax for the night; the Salix were all painfully aware of what was about to happen, but it was precisely the lack of concern for consequences, as well as a complete disregard for their personal safety, that kept them safe in the assumption that it ultimately wouldn’t matter. Sure, maybe the original Salix would need to have a stern talk with a bunch of stuffy assholes in uniform, but that wasn’t them, the clones, doing it; thus, they just didn’t care enough to do anything to stop the impending destruction. Far from it, as they instead redoubled their efforts to try and hit that wall for the third time in about as many minutes, figuring that if they were going to go all-out, they might as well go all-out. The plapping in particular became loud enough that everyone in the building could hear it, and knowing what was about to happen, a frenzied rush to the stairs and elevators began, one that would only end when front doors at the bottom of the apartment block were well and truly locked behind everyone, leaving the former inhabitants to bemoan everything they had to leave in their homes. Nothing to do but wait as well; the ensuing size spurt wouldn’t bring the house down, but it would certainly do enough damage to set the stage for the fourth growth spurt to more or less obliterate the building the moment it took place. For the time being though, the three Salix were more preoccupied in chasing that next moment, the little death that would bring them all a moment of blissful clarity amidst the mind-numbing pleasure they were experiencing. Hips bucking, throats moaning, tongues lolling, cocks jackhammering, tits smothering, all of it put together and mixed in an unholy selection of flavors that override everything else the mossdogs could possibly taste, leaving them slaves to their own sensations, servants to their own desires. Seconds, that’s all they had before the third orgasm took place, all while their neighbors were still getting busy sprinting down the stairs or cursing their decision to take the damned elevator against all sense of logic and safety. Seconds, before the dams burst again and the trio was granted yet more mass to work with, their unique biology expanding upon their moment of transcendent ecstasy in the most literal fashion possible: while their actual bodies, that being their torso and limbs, remained entirely unaffected by the change, the more fertile and virile aspects of them would be granted a further upgrade. That is to say, more tit, more ass, more cock, more balls, expanding in every direction until not a single iota of empty space was left inside the bedroom, the cracking of plaster coursing through their bodies to reach their ears, letting the mossdogs know just how close they were to finally breaking free… until, that was, the female Salix underwent a slight bit of an aftershock, a delayed reaction really, which for all intents and purposes was enough to spread through the other two and cause them to burst outwards just enough to finally get rid of the walls around them. With a mighty crash, the ceiling was broken and forced to fall, the floor miraculously holding… mostly thanks to the walls collapsing and the three’s collective weight being allowed to settle over a wider area. Breast and nut in equal amount filled not just the bedroom, but the foyer outside of it as well, placing enough pressure on the bathroom walls to cause them to crack and begin to buckle, the Salix’s growth continuing unabated as their soft, supple flesh took up more and more of their home, until they felt every hard surface as sharply as they would the floor beneath their feet. Well, would feel the floor, seeing as their feet were slightly preoccupied being stranded in flesh somewhere. It was the best part of their unique sort of growth that their bodies in general remained the same size regardless of how much their assets bloated and swelled; even if their tits and cocks and balls and whatever else were large enough to smother their entire building, their torso, limbs and head would remain at the size they always were, barring a few exceptional circumstances where the Salix “experimented” during a wild day. The practical consequences of this could not be understated, as the mossdogs very rapidly became prisoners of their own bodies the moment they experienced any sort of arousal whatsoever; while theoretically possible for them to hold back and not end up surrounded by themselves on account of having no self-restraint, the lack of said self-restraint made it exceedingly unlikely that any of the Salix would be capable of resisting an opportunity when it presented itself. To wit, it had never happened before; neither the “prime” nor any of his clones could recall any scenario or situation in which they had the chance to engage in some high-level debauchery and didn’t take it almost as immediately as it was presented to them. Not that they were going to complain about it, given what happened every time they whiffed that willpower check: what was better than having one’s most erogenous body parts grow so much that even a stiff breeze would make their legs quiver? What could be more delectable than becoming a veritable giant without technically growing an inch in the way that “mattered”? What could they possibly be doing at that point in time that would be better than what they chose to do, than to smush themselves against one another and drink in the warmth, the softness, the inviting beauty of a body whose form was so malleable? Nothing, was the obvious answer, and one all mossdogs instinctively knew, no matter how many of them there happened to be; nothing, for the original Salix quite honestly didn’t give two shits about doing anything productive the moment he saw another of himself next to him, and that time would be no different. It was a special occasion, in fact, given that he’d been living in that apartment for close to a full year; while not to the day, it was long enough that he figured it was worth celebrating, given how quickly he went through domiciles on account of his “condition”. There’d been times where he had to move about four or five times just in the course of a month, always with the biggest, dumbest grin on his face, always looking forward to the next time he would turn a corner and see another Salix waiting for him, or turn around in bed and have his head immediately get enveloped in soft breastflesh. He didn’t get to choose whenever it happened, so he made sure to make the most of it whenever it did; though he was entirely certain that the cloning process wouldn’t just stop randomly working for no reason any time soon (that would be unreasonably cruel even for an uncaring universe), but there was no sense taking it for granted either. As far as the “prime” was concerned, the moment he came to expect it, the moment he stopped treating it like the blessing and miracle that it was and began looking at it like just another facet of his life, as mundane as all others… then it would become so. No longer would he gaze upon his other selves and be taken by a sense of wonderment and unreasonably heightened arousal, no longer would he stare into his own eyes in another body and find that he was madly in love with his inner lust. It would just be… normal, and that was something he could not abide by. What he did wasn’t normal, nor could it ever be; it would be like having so much chocolate cake that it stopped being a tasty treat and became a perfectly regular part of his everyday life, yet another unacceptable state of affairs as far as Salix was concerned. No, he had to treat each and every encounter with his alter-selves as the most magnificent thing to happen to him since the last time, had to look at it the way that they were: a glorious chance to engage in what had to be the biggest deprativities the world had ever seen, with the few living souls who could actually understand him on a level deep enough that no conversation or planning was needed. Indeed, not once did the clones have to coordinate in order to get anything done; they might exchange a few words, as they had that day, but they all knew how they themselves thought, and given how they were effectively copies of one another, that knowledge extended to every other Salix in the vicinity: same kinks, same preferred methods, same discourse, same teasing, same everything. Nothing was needed but a single glance, and sometimes not even that, to ascertain what was going through their minds; nothing but a glance, and however many Salix happened to be around would instantly know what was needed to maximize their enjoyment of any given scenario… and in that one, what they wanted was just to keep going. They weren’t the most complicated of people; let others concern themselves with toys or power tools or assorted paraphernalia that needed complicated assembly in order to function; all the mossdogs really cared about was the good and traditional mindless growth spurt leading to hyper-sized rutting, a classic in their minds. That this had a fortunate tendency of breaking down walls and tearing apart entire buildings was nothing if not a bonus as far as the Salix cared, and considering the insane degree of destruction they were already wreaking to their surroundings without even having begun to try, they could only imagine what it would be like once they finally went all-out. Though, for them, imagining was hardly necessary; they could just do, and would soon enough get their answer when the universe readjusted their measurements to better fit whatever it was they wanted to do. In practical terms, this meant their assets overflowing in every direction the longer they kept going, the plapping of flesh on flesh and the moaning of throats being scratched by the strain becoming the harbingers of the apartment block’s destruction. Already the walls were buckling, the ceiling being pushed up while the floor progressively caved in, unable to handle the weight and strain of three mossdogs lost in their lust; already the leaking of milk and cum made its way out the door and onto the stairwell outside, running down the flights as a rivulet first, then stream, before progressing into an outright river of the unholy mixture. Those closest to the front door at the bottom of the building itself would at least have the time to move away from in front of it before it became too much to bear, but a few were nevertheless locked in place by what they were seeing above them: up there, on the third floor, they saw green. Windows had been shattered and walls broken down as a result of the Salix trio having grown as much as they had, and while initially there was plenty of panic to be had on account of falling debris, this rapidly gave way to fascination once the sight of it became clear. Up there, where everyone could see it, two pairs of tits had begun to spill out onto the open world, with a couple of nipples being visible in between the copious amounts of soft mossdog being smushed against itself; milk sprayed in thick curtains with each “motion”, the entire stack of breastflesh moving in a rhythm that made it exceedingly clear what was happening behind the wall of green. That the loud slapping whenever the male Salix bottomed out was perfectly audible as well certainly helped things along, as did the simple fact that the sort of moaning the bystanders were hearing was nothing short of the purest manifestation of carnal bliss that they’d ever heard. Whatever those… two? Three? Whatever those people were doing in there, they were having the time of their lives, so much so that a handful of those on the street felt somewhat jealous of their ability to just do whatever they felt like without the need to suffer the consequences. The neighbors all knew about the Salix collective, given that the city legally had to warn them about it whenever the mossdogs moved in, not to mention all the necessary insurance and paperwork for when the canines inevitably broke that building into bits. They’d heard about it on the news, from friends, through acquaintances, and while they all universally believed it was something beyond their ability to comprehend, when finally faced with it, the experience was… understandable. Overwhelming, sure, and far more than they ever expected to see on a regular day, but eminently… comprehensible. It was a group of people (presumably) having sex, nothing more; it just so happened that them doing so also made their bodies grow uncontrollably as a result, incomprehensible as that might seem, and with enough strength to break down walls as if they were made from tissue paper. And with every second that passed, with every grunt and groan that came out of that mess of green tones, the mossdogs only grew larger, their bloated forms spilling forth more and more until the very facade of the apartment block began to crumble underneath the weight of it, shockwaves coursing through the structure upon every pounding of the unseen male, weakening the entire building even more. The rumbling of cracked concrete and bent rebar filled the air, mixing with the animalistic grunts coming from upstairs to create something that few present could describe, and fewer still could think to do anything about; a handful believed that they should go back in and try to join the fun while it lasted, while a small minority began outright declaring the mossdogs as their new gods, which weirded out even the most lurid among those watching. Still, they could do little to combat the coming destruction of their homes, what with clouds of dust and rubble being kicked up by the trio’s actions already; none of the Salix cared in the slightest about what happened to their surroundings, given that they would just be given a new place when it was all over. Them and everyone else as well; it wasn’t the canine’s fault that they were how they were, and as a result, they might very well be a walking disaster area, but anyone caught in it would be duly compensated for their troubles. Sure, it wouldn’t resolve the issue of bystanders losing entire homes and probably large chunks of their possessions, but in the end, no one would go without a roof. And if that was the case, then there was very little reason not to completely disregard any and all decency, no reason not to throw caution to the wind and fulfill their wildest fantasies. No reason not to jackhammer into one another only to end up more bloated all around, nor any reason not to scream at the top of their lungs for more. Closer and closer to the next climax, spilling breastflesh and nut all through their apartment and down the building on the outside, growing, swelling, burgeoning, becoming so much more that they couldn’t think of anything but themselves; an unfortunate consequence of having a body so engorged that most of their brain had to be put on dedicated pleasure duty, or else it would risk being overwhelmed by the sensory information running up the mossdogs’ spines. Better that they forget concepts and ignore their own well-being, that they may focus entirely on the immediate experience, no longer caring for whatever may come out of what they were doing.