Unexpected Additions - Part 2 (Commission for Salix)

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

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Consequences were for weaklings, not for people like them, not for those who had transcended the need for having to deal with the long-term effects of what they did. Why else would the three Salix be so happy to throw themselves into their next orgasm, making good use of their excess energy to grow even more than before? A wave of pleasure, crashing over their bodies, bringing them one step closer to losing their minds entirely, one step closer to pure bliss and sexual enlightenement. Granted, it wasn’t hard to lose their minds at all, given everything they had to deal with; with tits the size of rooms and cocks long enough to go in one end of their apartment and out the other, there was so much sensory feedback going on that it was a wonder any of them could move at all, given how crowded their neural pathways were. Perhaps they weren’t using their brain to begin with; perhaps the motions had been drilled into them so often that their muscles remembered how to do it, no need for higher brain function to be involved in the process. Whatever the case may be, neither the male nor herm Salix were at all thinking about how they were bucking their hips or pistoning into a tigh hole; to them, it was just something that was happening while they got to reap the pleasure from it, and whether or not it was them doing it was, ultimately, an entirely irrelevant fact. For the female mossdog, trapped as she was underneath two sets of tits too heavy for her to ever move, heaven had already reached her some time prior; the other two were still working to attain their perfect paradise, but for the one out of the bunch that lacked a dick to pleasure herself or someone else with, it was so much easier to let herself be carried by the winds of carnal bliss into a land where no one worried for anything other than the perpetual sensation of sexual ecstasy. Either that, or being pinned down under so much breastflesh was causing oxygen flow to her brain to be cut off, but she preferred to see it as the former option; frankly, it made for a better story, plus it was entirely appropriate when it came to the mossdog collective: eventually, one of them would be the first to succumb to the pleasure of it all, as despite their penchant for growing, they couldn’t exactly keep going forever. Their bodies certainly could, or at the very least none of the Salix had ever discovered a size “cap” beyond which they were unable to progress, but their minds were, unfortunately, not nearly as resilient. Far more than most people, and honed by plentiful practice at that, but even they had a limit, and once they smashed into it at full force, there wasn’t much they could do about it; even worse, their physiology reacted to this with the importance that it deserved, since, while further climaxes were technically possible even past this peak, the Salix in question would be far too insensate to truly appreciate them. No, this was the last one where they still had a proper mind to make use of, a mind that could experience the orgasm as it was meant to be, rather than a pile of wrinkly meat that just happened to process electrical signals in a way that made some sense to the consciousness generated within. Thus, when the female mossdog crossed that beautiful threshold, when she felt the final wave approach her, ready to wash over her very self with every last bit of energy contained in an actual tidal wave, she opened her arms wide, welcomed it… and the floor above her came crashing upwards into the floor above it. The size spurt was sudden enough that no one directly involved noticed it happening until the shift in perspective caught them unawares, but everyone outside saw it perfectly: in one glorious moment, the one mossdog who happened to have been on the bottom of the stack suddenly pushed the bigger pair of tits on top of them back, while their own set accelerated outwards at such a rapid pace that it felt like someone had just quadrupled their size with the click of a button. In an instant, the two gargantuan mammaries crashed into the ceiling of the Salix’s apartment, went right through the one set above it, then pierced through to two stories above, flooding the thankfully-empty house with enough milk that, mere seconds later, the pressure was enough to break the windows from within and cause several waterfalls to start splattering on the ground several feet down. With it, one final moan, loud enough that those who heard it were left wondering if it even came from a person, a moan that left all bystanders blushing heavily enough that they practically felt it. But a moan, too, that triggered the final escalation of arousal that was to bring that whole show to an explosive finish. It would be thoroughly unfair for their female counterpart if the other two canines carried on without her; besides, having tits that large was certainly not a stimulus they could be exposed to without also succumbing to a great deal of mental imagery that was nothing if not difficult to ignore. It may have taken a few moments for their brains to catch up and realize they should be delivering the orders to blow, as it were, but once they did, it was all over; once they realized what had happened, and truly absorbed the knowledge into their being, two things became clear: one, the two newest Salix would be disappearing soon, as their bodies’ function had been complete and they felt tired enough that their time in existence would most likely be cut short by all the unwarranted energy expenditure. And two, that they had already thoroughly wrecked multiple homes, and no doubt were well on the way to do so to even more. Taken into consideration, these two observations could only mean one thing: holding back, once again, was pointless. To hold back was to deny themselves, and the last thing they were about to do was deprive themselves of a climax that they very much deserved getting after all that much more… so, they wouldn’t. Simple as that, clean, efficient, and with one final plap to echo through the streets outside, the “prime” Salix bottomed out inside the herm, doing so with enough strength that the latter was almost pushed forward, saved purely because of the wall of tit that they were pressed against. He was the second to go, perhaps fittingly; like his female self, he only had one set of assets to worry about, and like his female self, these too became something else entirely. To call them “big” would be an understatement, as they made the mossdog very happy that he had chosen to live up on the third floor: it give him just enough clearance between himself and the ground down below that, by the time his cumtanks were done expanding, they were resting comfortably on the rubble and wreckage at just the right height to keep him firmly within the herm in front of him, no need for any rearrangements. Not that this was kept this way for long, given that his nuts were only half of the equation… though he doubted that the lucky mossdog he had his dick in would mind too much about his shaft picking up enough size and mass to turn their body into a fuzzy, stretched-out condom stuck impaled on a cock far too large for them to take, had it not been for their flexible biology. It, again, happened suddenly enough that neither the male nor herm Salix could react, and through this, they experienced what it would be like to be several times their size in the best manner possible; and it, again, would trigger a transformation of its own, since with the female and male duo complete, it was time for the last one of the trio to finally shine. Two tits had been pushed up through two stories; two balls had crushed two stories beneath them, holding up the one responsible for the whole mess. Two very fine sets of spheres indeed, quite large, almost exceedingly so, and for most people, this would be where it ended; for those two Salix, it was where it ended, but not for them. Not for the herm, who began as the biggest of the bunch and would end as the biggest of the bunch. Not for them, whose main pride in their existence was that they could compete with both sides and come out victorious; if said sides were so large that the herm could barely see them, well, that just meant they had to try harder, now didn’t it? And trying harder just came so naturally for them, they who were already bigger by default, they who could experience everything their counterparts could and more, they who could go through it all at once and ever more, ever higher. It was so easy to allow their pleasure to become overwhelming, to let it wash over their body and soul until it became everything they were and could be; it was so easy to feel the climax coming and to invite it, to have it strike at them with all its might, that they might feel their body swell, burgeon, bloat, grow, fatten, fill, everything and more and always more and never less, pushing everything aside and rumbling the world around them. It was so easy to push the female’s tits aside and make the male’s cock look like a twig, so easy to have their cumtanks make his puny by comparison, so easy to keep growing until the building they were in crumbled before the might of their increasingly bigger self. So easy to let go, and achieve their perfect state, literally bringing the house down as their tits swelled to match that of the female Salix, then just kept going until they dwarfed the other’s pair, as before; it wasn’t a proper match-up until the herm’s bust could effortlessly hold the entirety of the other mossdog’s underneath a single breast with room to spare, and thus, that was exactly what had to happen. Same with the “prime’s” cumtanks, who needed to be taught a lesson in size humility by being thoroughly outmatched and shown what it was like to be next to a true breeder in raw potential. And a cock to do to the Salix beneath them what the one behind them had done, stretching the formermost out as far as their body could possibly take it, stretching even their own biology’s nebulous limits. But that was the way things went; it was how it was always meant to go when it came to the Salix collective, because nothing less than complete and total submission to one’s desires would do. And if this translated into an entire apartment block collapsing because most of its underlying structure was replaced by a pair of balls big enough to start pushing the neighboring buildings out, then reality would just have to deal with; the rest of the world would just have to deal with it, as it would have to deal with the city block-sized pair of tits flooding the local storm drains with goodness knows how many gallons of milk every second. The world was lucky that most of their cum was being pumped into another Salix, and that when she vanished, they would too; granted, they still had the male, but alas, no solution can ever truly be perfect.

And besides, it wasn’t as if they were going anywhere. The longer they remained, the more the two morning invaders came to understand that, if they didn’t immediately phase out into the collective after being done, they were probably due for a longer stay. The better to show off to everyone, of course.

They could probably even go for seconds!