Alternative Solutions - Part 7 (Commission for Drash)

TAGS: M/F, Breeding/Breed Frenzy, Growth/Expansion, Hyper, Multi, Mutation/Rampant Mutation, Macro/Macro Growth

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But there was more to give, always more, and it wouldn’t be three clutches, four, eight, twenty, that would stop him, for there was no reason to stop; if Sheyla could lay eggs, that meant she could lay eggs, therefore, his job was to keep pumping her full of seed for as long as he could, so she could lay some more, all while the dragoness begged and ordered him (depending on what mood she was in at any given moment) to go harder, deeper, faster. This was their life now, and none could stop them… which, fortunately for all onlookers, had quite a bit of an effect on their surroundings, even if that wasn’t entirely what the two lovers intended. Their relationship was a purely mutual one; they had eyes only for one another, even if they couldn’t quite see them, what with all the tits, belly and cocks in the way. That said, this didn’t stop their energetic lovemaking from having legitimately catastrophic effects on everyone and everything else around them; after all, Drash’s walk to campus had already left a trail of cum thick enough to flood an entire neighborhood wherever he went through, with plenty of dragonesses lying atop it with their bodies bloating with an endless supply of eggs. They weren’t as potently fertile as Sheyla, sure, but they had so much seed to work with that they wouldn’t run out any time soon; even the smallest among them was already blessed with at least three rows of full tits (compared to Sheyla’s over twenty) and a few dozen wombs stacked to the brim with ovaries, a tiny facsimile of their growing goddess burgeoning over the horizon. Similarly, the dragoness herself exuded such a powerful cloud of pheromones that any male within a half-mile radius had their libido driven into overdrive, their breeder instincts awoken in such a manner that their minds could focus on nothing more than finding the nearest willing egg factory in order to stick their dick (or dicks) into it; just like Drash, they too began to grow additional cocks and balls, though their forms were never quite as exaggerated as their progenitor. Everything and everyone around the two transformed dragons had fallen prey to their influence, whether directly or not, with the slightest chance of campus functioning normally that day vanishing into the aether once it became clear that even the faculty had completely lost their minds. Add to that the deluge of fluids spurting from both Sheyla and Drash, that unholy combination of femcum, cum, and milk, and it wouldn’t take long before most of the university’s buildings were flooded… that is, until the twin dragons eventually grew large enough to just crush them entirely. While their main bodies might’ve reached a peak in how big they could get, this didn’t apply to the stars of the show: Drash’s cocks and balls seemed unwilling to find any size cap, continuing to thicken and lengthen with each thrust of his into Sheyla’s body, who, for her part, carried on sprouting as many cunts as needed to keep up with her lover’s increasing number of shafts, along with not just enough wombs to match, but even more to stack onto the existing ones. It felt that whenever Sheyla developed even more egg factories, Drash responded by becoming more numerous as well, which prompted the dragoness to further upgrade herself in a vicious cycle; one moment she had about sixty slits smushed together, then suddenly each one split into two, forcing Drash to develop further shafts to fill his beautiful dragoness goddess, which itself led to his nuts dividing up and bloating to become the size of the entire campus all by themselves! Top it off with over a hundred rows of milk-stuffed breasts (very quickly to double up as well, then just keep on multiplying) and an ass that only became wider and plumper as time went on, enough so that the old Drash could probably get lost on a single chink, and it was entirely unsurprising that Sheyla and Drash would eventually pave over most of the campus, their bodies visible for a good mile in every direction… and not really stopping. For those who were yet unaware of what was happening in the university, all they had to do was look up at the horizon and see with their own eyes, the two burgeoning draconic gods of fertility and virility, the distant thundering of their frantic lovemaking filling the air and spreading the good word of their promised heaven. The viral agent had, at long last, reached a critical state; it could no longer be contained within the first two people who had taken it, nor could it carry on doing what it was designed to do while consigned to simply two breeders. It had been designed to help repopulate entire species, thus, it only made sense that at some point it would make the leap towards “infecting” others. As a result, the two dragons’ mere presence became contagious, with Drash’s cum being loaded with so much mutagenic compound that merely touching it would lead one to go down the same path either the giant or giantess had taken, depending on whatever physiology they were blessed with; indeed, after a certain point, no actual contact with fluids was required, as the pheromones emitted by both Sheyla and Drash were potent enough to trigger the first changes in whoever breathed them in, at which point the virus took hold of their bodies and proceeded apace with yet another “victim”. Within a couple of short hours, everyone for a hundred miles around the destroyed campus had been affected in one way or another, their bodies beginning their journey towards breeding perfection that Drash and Sheyla had already gone through; though they would never quite reach the same state as their new gods, this didn’t mean they wouldn’t end up far, far larger and more productive than they could ever have been naturally. From there to the next largest city over was a short skip and a hop; whether it be because those affected by the viral agent began roaming around, looking for someone to mate with, or thanks to direct exposure to Drash and Sheyla as they continuously grew bigger and fuller in every way they could, the relatively uneventful college town was upturned and had its inherent nature corrupted beyond saving, leaving nothing behind but an increasingly-wide disaster area filled with fuck-hungry dragons with an intense need to breed something, anything at all, so long as they were willing to return the favour. But, “disaster” was perhaps not the right word, at least not in the minds of those actually affected; it wasn’t anything negative, but rather a blessing, a series of events that unlocked the inner potential of all those lucky enough to be standing close to the ascending couple who kickstarted it all. They weren’t falling prey to their inner instincts, they were merely becoming what they were always meant to be, one step at a time; if at first it was just the college town itself, then it was the highways leading to the nearby metropolis, and then the interstates connecting it to the rest of the country. A viral agent, working the way it should, by finding vectors of infection through which to reach more and more hosts, that it may fulfill its purpose by transforming those it touched into breeding machines incapable of doing anything other than fucking until the sun came down, went back up, and came back down again. A spreading contagion, but one that very few could do anything about; Sheyla and Drash had both become the epicenter of their very own biological revolution, to the point where even the ground below them began to crack underneath the mounting weight of their assets and productivity. Nearly half a thousand dicks for Drash, with eight times as many nuts; a belly stuffed with almost a million wombs with a million ovaries to each one for Sheyla, with a good thousand or so rows of tits all gushing enough milk to flood smaller countries; entire avenues were flooded with the mixture of spunk and cream, eggs flowing across the landscape like gargantuan waves, toppling buildings or bursting them from within as the countless ovals forced themselves into any opening they could find. Cars, planes, trains, even ships were upturned and added to a global shockwave, no longer capable of holding their ground before the onslaught. Bigger forms, billions of eggs, uncountable gallons of cream and cum to spread all around, to transform those lucky enough to be near them into smaller-scale facsimiles of the divine broodmother or the deific breeder dragon, in a process that would overtake the country before the day was out, leaving nothing in its wake but mindless breeders whose sole purpose in existence was to fuck something until they dropped to the side from the exhaustion. All while their minds were little more than a blank; they had no need to think, after all, not when they had one another. Hours spent apart, now hours spent together, knowing they would never stop seeing each other ever again, for none would be able to pull them apart, not after what they had gone through. And as they glorified in their love, so too did the rest of the world come to understand what it was like to share the same sort of perfect breeding potential; it couldn’t be stopped, not now that Drash and Sheyla had reached a state of near-apotheosis, not now that the viral agent had begun to seep into the water mains and rise up through the air, pheromones carried through the wind to infect the rest of the state, the country, the world. It would be their blessing to all those around them, even if the two weren’t even cognizant of it; as far as the dragons cared, all they wanted was to keep fucking, and if anyone wanted to join in with someone else, they were perfectly fine to do so. They didn’t care that their town was rapidly turned into the center for a complete planetary overhaul, because they couldn’t care; to do so would mean to take away time from loving one another, time away from their breeding, their lovemaking, time that they could be spending filling up with eggs and cum. The world itself was slowly corrupted by their very actions, and yet Sheyla and Drash were blissfully ignorant of it, left alone in their own little pocket of existence, even as said pocket grew to encompass more of the planet the longer it was allowed to exist. It was, after all, a viral agent; its purpose was to replicate and spread, even if it was intended for a smaller deployment. Maybe, if it had been used in the manner prescribed, it would’ve been containable; had Drash’s mom and sister been able to keep it out of the young drake’s hands, then they would’ve created a whole series of backup plans and restrictions that would reduce the odds of such an exponential breeding frenzy taking place to near zero. Alas, lacking any brakes, any form of rules, any anything really, there was nothing to stop the virus from mutating further, spreading not just from dragon to dragoness and back around, but to animal and plant life as well. It was, after all, designed to repopulate species, but it lacked the intelligence to understand whether or not said species needed to be repopulated in the first place; all it truly did was maximize its host organism’s ability to produce young or otherwise reproduce, and nothing more. But nothing more was needed, or indeed wanted after a certain point, as the snowball was already halfway down the hill before anyone realized it existed at all; once safety measures were put in place to protect the populace from further infection, it had already spread through them, waiting for the slightest excuse to trigger and take the protected, isolated pockets of non-breeders by storm. And from the dominant draconic species to whatever else happened to be in the way, until the very animals for which the viral agent was produced in the first place were affected by it; at the very least, it was proof positive that the synthetic virus did actually work the way it was intended to with whom it was intended to work with, even if Drask’s mom would hardly find any consolation with that. She had maybe a couple of minutes in between the convention letting the attendees know “something was wrong” and being hit square in the face with a rolling cloud of pheromones powerful enough to almost immediately turn everyone in the conference hall into significantly bigger and more fertile versions of themselves, and from there it was hard to really think about anything at all once she felt the first cock plunge into one of her many wombs; not even a minute, and already she had a few dozen of them, with about ten or so dicks all ramming into her, not all of them belonging to the same dragon. Perhaps some part of her remembered that she’d left the cabinet unlocked, and her son probably decided to try his luck with her out of the house; but whatever section of her brain yet retained this ability to think was soon pushed away, replaced with nothing but a desire to breed, just like the viral agent intended. From there, a wave of irreversible changes swept through the entire planet, the virus mutating so heavily and quickly that, inevitably, it would circle back to Drash and Sheyla, only speeding up their own transformation; in addition to simply carrying on with their multiplication, the two’s fertility and virility would receive a similarly massive boost: each of Sheyla’s ovaries would develop sub-section of hyper-compressed egg cell production factories, while each individual cell could, if not directly fertilized, simply fertilize herself; similarly, Drash’s sperm not only grew big enough to be seen by the naked eye, it could compete with every other male put together several times over, each swimmer fully capable of leading to trillions of eggs being made. Their wings, unfurled fully and flailing wildly with each motion, their moans and groans, echoing across the air, filling the airs of those little ones who yet remained by their side and hadn’t been washed away by the deluge produced by the divine couple’s endless mating. And yet, they still weren’t finished; hell, they had hardly even begun. With Drash’s refractory period being measured in the single digits, all he needed to do after unloading yet another few million gallons of cum into Sheyla was to take a few deep breaths and then go back at it; all the dragoness had to do was moan loud enough to hurry Drash up, all while her body grew and multiplied further until she was left stranded atop her very endowments. And with every thrust, every motion, she only grew larger, for while the dragon’s role was just to fill her up, the dragoness had to birth more and more life with each cycle; far above them, in the relative safety of space, the small team aboard the ISS could do little but stare through their small windows to the devastation below, knowing that their once vibrant planet was slowly turning into naught but a breeding ground, as a coating of dull white spread across its surface, both land and water. Occasionally, they would even see the cracks created by the ground buckling underneath the two colossi, sweating in fear at the implications. It didn’t take a long time before Sheyla began outsizing Drash by a considerable margin; or rather, for her colossal collection of wombs to reach a critical state where it tipped over into an unsustainably large multiplication explosion. Unsustainable, if not for the fact that Drash was there, and could more than satisfy her needs without breaking a sweat, thus prompting her body to grow larger, more numerous, ever more impossibly stuffed, until it reached a limit and surpassed it yet again. Ever higher, ever more fertile, ever more stuffed with eggs, ever milkier; the giantess lived up to that moniker as her body grew and bloated and filled beyond recognition, her throaty moans audible as they rang through the skies and filled the ears of all those who heard them, letting them know that something big was coming their way. Their goddess had reached a peak, a cap, and though she would most certainly climb higher with the help of her dutiful breeder dragon, it would still mark a paradigm shift. The milk would flood all things, would wash away the old world and bring forth a new one; with it, a new age, one of unconcerned lust, one where breeding and being bred were the singular most important aspects of existence. And at the center of it all, Drash and Sheyla, locked in deepest love, their bodies linked inextricably to one another.

It wouldn’t take long before their explosively exponential breeding capacity reached a point where the planet itself could no longer handle it. Be it through Drash’s tsunamis of cum, the endless flood of eggs covering the landscape, the torrents of milk erupting from Sheyla’s tits, or an unholy combination of all three, the world itself would end up covered in a thick layer of their arousal, erasing any and all geographical uniqueness from its surface.

That is, of course, before the excess crossed the boundaries into the depths of space itself. There would, eventually, come a time where the sheer mass of both dragons and what they were producing would exceed even the overladen Earth’s ability to hold it down, and with that event came an explosion of white that would fire off into the heavens, forming a ring around the planet as it tried, desperately, to keep things from getting out of control.

Not that it was capable of such. Drash and Sheyla had become something more, something powerful, something divine. They would never stop, because they couldn’t stop; rather, their forms would multiply and be fruitful, as their potential for new life continuously grew, again and again.

After six months, the orbits of Venus, Mars, and Mercury would have been consumed entirely, filled either with the two’s bodies or with their eggs and cum. At nine months, the Sun would be struggling to exist, unable to deal with being compressed by a fraction of Sheyla’s body, while the rest of the couple went off to obliterate the gas giants. And at a full year, there would be nothing; if once there had been a Solar System, now there was only Drash, only Sheyla, and the cloud of seed and eggs surrounding them in a vast, unimaginably gargantuan sphere with themselves at the center. But even that wasn’t enough, for they had the whole of reality to grow into, all of the cosmos to occupy.

Forever.