Alternative Solutions - Part 3 (Commission for Drash)

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

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And what better way to do so than to head somewhere where the two of them would have to behave, at least given the amount of peer pressure to do so? He couldn’t trust himself, but he could trust others to keep them in line, and to that end, he figured he should ask Sheyla if she wanted to go out with him for dinner, not even bothering to wait for the cum to dry off or for the dragoness to clean up; for her part, Sheyla was perfectly fine with nodding along, seeing as what she’d just gone through was little more than business as usual for her. Drash hadn’t really done more than literally any other breeder could, at least in her mind, and the only minor inconvenience was really the fact that they’d probably gotten themselves banned from the tailor’s until they showed up with an apology and an invoice to pay for the cleaning and damages. But that was a concern for another day; both dragons had something better to do, like walking out of the shop and into a street filled with people who could all do little but stare as the couple emerged from within a building that seemed to be leaking a thick, viscous white liquid in copious amounts. Once again, neither of the two thought twice about the fact that Sheyla was technically naked; as far as they cared, her tits being so big they covered her torso up counted as “clothing” of sorts, even if her belly was already starting to bloat yet again, the production of eggs ramped up thanks to the dragoness’ improved biology. By the time the two of them reached the nearest restaurant, a mere five minute walk away, Sheyla barged her way inside through a very flustered clerk, dropping her wide ass on two chairs at once and loudly complaining about how much she needed to sit down; it wasn’t easy, carrying around a swollen gut so large that it nearly got stuck in the door on the way in, only made worse by how instead of just fat, most of it was eggs by sheer weight. Drash himself could hardly believe what he was seeing when he sat down in front of her, both dragons blissfully ignorant of just how out of the ordinary they were in contrast to the establishment around them; the dragoness was convinced that this was part of her daily routine, while the drake was too horny to think about anything other than making that gorgeous beauty even bigger. Sheyla herself had reached a point where the equilibrium between her arousal and her means of self-control was finally tipped decidedly in the former’s favour; while she may have been more than happy to indulge in some positively scandalous activities over the course of that day, the viral agent had also bestowed upon her a sense of restraint that kept her from truly losing it. She was, at least in her head, still the one in control, hence why she had been the one to first jump Drash’s bones back in the bathroom earlier that morning; thus, it was only fair that she be the one to initiate further beyond that, even if she was in public. This much was the result of her arousal finally overpowering whatever remained of her sense of decency; rather than thinking about what people might think, the dragoness could see little more than a breeder in front of her, even if a painfully average one. It didn’t register with her that Drash having a cock that was nearly as tall as him while still technically soft was something entirely out of the ordinary; for the dragoness, this was bare minimum she expected from her lovers, and in fact, it being limp was entirely uncalled for. Wasn’t she the best, most fertile dragoness around? Hadn’t Drash been lusting after her for so long that it was actually sort of adorable in its own, unique little way? If that was the case, then why wasn’t he actively humping her at that very moment? Where was his dick, fully turgid and ready for action at any given moment? Was she expected to work for his cock, or was he going to give it to her without her having to ask? All fine questions to have, none of which would be answered given that Sheyla decided the best course of action was to start openly fondling Drash underneath the table, even before a waiter showed up with the entrée booklet; at no point did the dragoness consider the possibility that the two of them might be asked to leave, or that they wouldn’t be served, or that what she thought was some sneaky footplay was, in fact, happening in full view of everyone in the establishment. Drash, for his part, could hardly stop it; the moment she felt Sheyla massaging his nuts and cock with some masterful use of her claws and paws, all he could do was let his dick harden further until it slammed against the underside of the table they were sitting at, cracking the wood surface along a straight line before sending the whole thing tumbling sideways, exposing the colossal member underneath… and the surprising number of nuts that Drash hadn’t realized were there. Five minutes the two had walked to get there, and at no point did the drake see that his two balls had split into four, each one just as large as the original pair had been; he had no clue whether it happened on the way and he just never noticed, or if he was too busy being pleasured by Sheyla to take note of her sack splitting in two underneath a table that was no longer there. Whatever the case may be, the pressure of it all was such that the one thing he could do was stay there, sitting down on his chair, feeling as his cock was expertly handled by a dragoness who clearly wanted another filling. Yet, she was clearly too large for it, too stuffed for yet another round of being stuffed full of spunk; Drash could see this, hell, anyone could see this, and the only reason he wasn’t pulling back to keep things from escalating was precisely because Sheyla wouldn’t let him. He was no longer in charge there, at least not for the time being, and it took every ounce of self-restraint left inside of him for the drake not to start breeding that dragoness in front of him with as much gusto as he already had twice; no, there was something else inside him, something he never thought he’d feel once given everything he ever truly desired: fear. It was a novel experience, but it was there; much as Drash would’ve liked to pretend that he wasn’t terrified of what was happening, the motion kept making itself known, pushing through the cloud of hazy lust permeating most of the drake’s brain to let him know that he was going too far, that he’d already passed a point of no return and needed to stop before things truly went cataclysmic in scale. Of course, it wasn’t as if he had a real choice, at least not until Sheyla decided to stop; and she wouldn’t, not until the floor around the two was coated in an inch-thick layer of spunk and her whole body was glazed thanks to Drash’s cock spraying her with his seed. She wouldn’t stop until there was such a mess that it began to intrude on other diners, who were forced to get up and walk away lest their shoes become soaked in the mixture of cum and milk emanating from the growing disaster area. She wouldn’t stop until her belly was so bloated with eggs that it became genuinely difficult for her to move at all, at which point she decided that enough was enough; she’d get Drash to breed her again the following day, but until then, Sheyla figured that it was better for her to get back home to get ready for another egg laying. Thankfully, there seemed to be more in her than the piddling two dozen she’d been gifted earlier that day, and for that, the dragoness believed Drash deserved at least some manner of reward. Thus, after she was done thoroughly massaging his cock, and only after the drake had very clearly lost the ability to control his muscles properly, did she get up, waddle over to him, then unceremoniously pop one of her engorged nipples into his mouth. By then, each milky bud was easily as big as a balled-up fist, forcing Drash’s jaws to open widely enough that it ached slightly; yet, the cream that poured out was so warm, so sweet, so delectable, that the drake couldn’t help but keep still, allowing the delicious milk to grace his taste buds and waterfall down into his stomach, where it pooled in such large quantities that he could practically feel himself bloating as well! By the time he came back to, Drash was sitting by his lonesome, surrounded by angry-looking service staff, with only Sheyla’s tail visible as she walked out the door, a lonely “See you tomorrow!” floating in the wind. Down below him, a cock so massive that he needed both hands to pick it up when he hurriedly tried getting on his feet… only to tumble forwards when the full weight of his quad-nuts pulled him back. Panic struck, as not only was his dick’s texture significantly more leathery when he slammed onto it, but it seemed to have developed spikes as well, or at least edged protrusions that looked the same, giving his member a more animalistic look; it was only then that Drash truly realized what he had done, for clearly the fertility booster was doing to him what it was supposed to do to animals, giving him the kind of body that a mindless breeder would need to have in order to repopulate a whole species. His eyes wide, Drash scrambled to move, practically begging to whatever gods he could think of to let him at least get back home; tugging on his nuts made the journey so much harder that he barely made it out of the restaurant, let alone get anywhere close to home, forcing him to beg the nearest passer-by for their cellphone so he could call a taxi before it was too late. The poor driver almost didn’t stop once he saw just who was waiting for him at the designated address; they took one look at Drash, then back at the steering wheel… and only after a few seconds with their feet off the pedal did they actually brake, getting out of the vehicle to help their passenger in. The ride back to his place lasted for far less time than it should, given that Drash practically passed out from having his four overstuffed nuts forced into such a tiny space. He could barely even remember the steps he took to get out, much less going through the front door, given that by the time he was in his house, he was so close to collapsing from exhaustion that he could only think to drag himself into bed… but he couldn’t, could he? He had a dick so massive that even while at half-mast it still flopped onto the floor and made it practically impossible to move without him undergoing a pseudo-climax with every step; were it not for his improved musculature helping him to pull that thing upwards, Drash would’ve been stuck literally on the other side of the door, perpetually unable to do anything other than cum his brains out. He needed relief, he needed to get all the cum out of his system, and for that, he had to get to the bathroom; he might end up clogging the bathtub, but given that he was out of options, it was either that or giving up entirely, and he wasn’t about to do that, not after finally getting an opportunity to be with Sheyla. Thus, with some serious effort on his part, the drake made it to the stairwell going up to the first floor landing, cursing the fact that the only bathroom in the house wasn’t in the ground floor; behind him, a trail of cum thick enough that one could splash in it like a puddle, leaving Drash with some serious red on his cheeks whenever he stopped to truly think about what he’d just done. In his mind though, the solution to his problem was quite simple: just walk into the bathroom, jack off into the bathtub, and that was it. There was nothing else for him to do, not when his body demanded naught else but complete satisfaction; if his issue was that he was so much more productive than before, then the only thing he could do was empty out as thoroughly as possible. It was this certainty that helped him get to his destination, that helped him through the door even when his nuts, dragged behind him with great effort, almost got stuck in the frame; it was this firm belief that saw him through the last few feet of his journey, before he heaved his cock onto the tub and began shamelessly rubbing against it. He wasn’t even stroking his dick so much as he was humping the rim of the tub and imagining that he was grinding against an enormous ass or equally gigantic, plump slit; it was apparently enough to get him going as well, given how easily his next true climax came around, his cum firing from his tip with such potency that Drash had to anchor his claws on the ground and he still managed to be pushed back an inch or two. The ceramic panelling on the wall shattered, exposing the plaster underneath, before finally giving way as the cumshots pierced through to the other side of the wall itself, starting the flood in earnest. It was Drash’s luck that there was no room beyond it, just the outside… though he was certain at least one of his neighbors would complain about the sudden wave of cum all over their backyard. Yet, despite how heavily he just unloaded, Drash couldn’t help but feel that something wasn’t right; no matter how much cum blasted out from him, no matter how heavily he climaxed, he wasn’t actually feeling any lighter than before. Far from it, in fact, as the thicker the cumshot became, well… the thicker the cumshot became. His orgasm wasn’t petering out, it was getting stronger as it went along, with the pressure inside his nuts rising along with it as well, leaving the drake in a state of near-blind panic as a result. He looked back, hoping to find some kind of answer, only to be confronted with two pairs of balls that were not only larger than they had been before he came into the bathroom, each one easily the size of a large beanbag, but also oddly-shaped, as if their mass was distributed more horizontally than it should be; it was only after he kept staring for a few more seconds that the dreadful truth made itself known: his balls were multiplying again. Drash couldn’t do anything to stop it, leaving him powerless as he stared at his own sack dividing its internal cum factories up; even worse, he could feel the sperm within, the countless trillions of individual cells packed up in a dense mixture of hyper-potent seed that left him feeling like he was carrying thick syrup around in those four, soon-to-be-six nuts of his. The further he came, the stronger his cum turned out to be; though the pressure rose linearly, at least as far as he could tell, Drash seemed to have developed a more instinctive sense for how virile he was, like a second control panel off the side of his vision that let him know just how heavily gravid he would leave anyone he tried to breed. Together with the sheer mass of cum inside of him, it was no wonder, then, that Drash nearly blanked out when the full realization hit him, when he saw his four orbs split off into an additional pair, his sack’s skin stretching over them just as the third, newest set not only inflated back to the same size as the other two, but further beyond, becoming so large that a single nut was wider than the doorframe leading into the bathroom itself! Thankfully, the drake didn’t have enough time to panic about the fact that he was stuck there, because his dick demanded his attention immediately afterwards. Though Drash was terrified of looking away from his balls, believing they would start multiplying again the moment he wasn’t paying attention, he couldn’t let that burning sensation in his rod go by without him taking a look; and thank goodness he did, for he turned his head just in time to watch as the sides of his now-spiky rod began to bulge out, inflating in small pockets lining the full length of his shaft. The growths, though entirely impossible to tell for any outside observer, were further cum-producing, internal nuts; this much Drash knew, though how he knew it remained a mystery. He just did; he looked at the half a dozen bumps on either side of his cock and he knew he had just developed more balls, more cum factories whose sole job was to pump out even more of his seed into a prolonged, endless release that had already filled the bathtub and was getting busy overtaking the floor around him. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t pick up his dick to try and get it out either, at least not easily, considering that not only had it begun thickening further on top of the additional weights on the side, but the base of it underwent its own transformation; though easy to miss at first, Drash’s knot had gone the same way as his nuts, splitting off into multiple copies that, together, created a ring of thick, throbbing bulges around the base of his dick, all of them pulsating gently as it became clear that they, too, were helping to produce even more cum for the dragon to fire at every surface in sight. And with how productive he was, the drake knew that, even if he didn’t have his nuts there, his cock alone would be able to make more and more productive seed than any other male in existence… it just so happened that he also had his quad-sack behind him, where each of his actual nuts was capable of out-producing anything his dick could do by several orders of magnitude. He could barely think, such was the stimulation he was on the receiving end of, such was the intensity of the pleasure he felt; all he could do was buck his hips, desperately hoping that it would all just go away if he rubbed one off enough, hoping beyond hope that he could finish off and be done with it all. It wasn’t until the layer of cum on the floor grew thick enough that it reached his ankles that Drash’s release began to abate; though he didn’t exactly stop completely, given that his productivity was such that he was left drooling cum even without climaxing properly, it was enough to give him some much-needed respite, letting him think about how if his mother were th-

That was it! The two other women in the house, the ones who actually knew what they were doing, the ones responsible for the very viral agent that had turned Drash from a regular drake into some kind of freak mutant hybrid whose body was beginning to collapse outwards at an unsustainable pace! If anyone would know how to fix this, it was them, the drake was sure of it; so sure that he reached into his shirt pocket, where he’d kept his phone ever since he had to get rid of his pants back at the campus, and after fiddling around with the touchscreen for a bit, given how cum-stained his hands were, managed to dial up his mom’s number… only to get the dialing tone on the other end. Desperate, he tried again, only to get the same result, and again, and again, no matter how many times he tried to bruteforce it; attempting to call his sister didn’t yield any different results either, which could only mean that either their phones were off for the conference, or the signal was so terrible that they might as well be. This left him with only one option once again, though it was such a dangerous one that Drash genuinely believed giving up and letting things take its course would be a better alternative: going back down to the lab. It was where it all started, where he’d stolen the viral agent from, and if there was any place that he could find an antidote, or at least something to help mitigate the effects of the potent enhancer, it had to be there. The issue was, of course, that he had no clue what it might be… but he had to try anyway. Forcing himself to turn around was the hardest part, given that the weight of his cock alone was enough to make him want to give up there and then; even with added power given to him by the viral agent, he was still struggling to lift his dick, leaving him wondering just how heavy that goddamn thing was. He’d actually get his answer just moments later… in a fashion, given that his knots inevitably got stuck in the door on the way out. He had anticipated this, but figured it’d be best if he just kept going, refusing to think about it too much; this resulted in him having both his hands on the wall as his body instinctively began thrusting into this tight, inviting hole, finding it to be a perfect spot for Drash to experiment with his new size. Nevermind the fact that he was rubbing his cock against wood; his rod was so tough, so rough and leathery, that it ground the frame into sawdust rather than the other way around. One thrust, and the first cracks appeared; another, and the wall around it began to crumble. Yet another, and Drash could see the whole structure of the bathroom begin to quiver, and a fourth before the first bit of drywall collapsed. A fifth thrust, his dick about as wide as his torso was tall, longer than his whole body was tall, and the doorframe collapsed; it broke into pieces, crumbled, shattered, along with a large section of the wall around it, coating the corridor outside in debris… not that Drash cared though, since now at least he had the way open for him to get down to the lab.