New Offer - Part 1 (Commission for -Hyacinth-)

TAGS: Hyper/Extreme Hyper, Preg/Hyper Preg, Growth/Expansion, Milk/Lactation

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It had been some time since she’d last seen anyone from the research team, which Pavita interpreted as it being safe to assume that they were permanently done with her. After the amount of damage done to a significant chunk of the country as a result of her previous pregnancy, one could be forgiven for assuming that the people responsible wouldn’t want to get within a million miles of her; unfortunately for them, they still needed data, any data really, in order to justify the entire endeavour, lest the whole thing have to be deemed a failure and written off, which no one involved in the project wanted to do. That said, the moment they could cut ties with the broodmother, they did, leaving her alone with her new house, a new body, and a significant amount of money as a result of that second one. It was, perhaps, entirely unsurprising that going through a pregnancy of such magnitude that her water breaking flooded multiple states left Pavita with some changes to her bodily structure; any regular pregnancy would, so something on the level of what she went through was sure to do so as well. Surprisingly, Pavita was still mobile even after everything she went through, though just barely: with a pair of breasts that were both permanently lactating and still producing so much they needed to be milked once every couple of hours, big enough that were a mere inch off the ground even when Pavita stood up completely, it was almost enough to miss the fact that her lower body had been affected as well; though the turkey’s tits were the clear star of the show, having received most of the additional mass she retained from her pregnancy, her hips and thighs had gained a substantial amount of pudge as well, enough that, when coupled with her prodigious rear, she often got stuck in doors that weren’t designed for those with extra-large body sizes like herself. Of course, no doors were ever ready for her bust, which even when fully drained still managed to protrude some three feet to either side of her, but what was she to do? That was her body, and it was just the way that she wanted it to be… for her first pregnancy, at least. After all, if there was one thing the project had proven, it was that her womb was both incredibly fertile and highly adaptive, capable of withstanding pregnancies where the young were of radically different species from her; and while no one in any position of authority was even remotely willing to let her anywhere near the size she reached with her first go, there were those in governmental offices who saw her as an opportunity to reestablish some environmental balance: namely, having Pavita repopulate entire species that were either on the brink of extinction at hands of civilization, or had gone extinct through a variety of not-entirely-natural reasons. In return, she wouldn’t have charges pressed against her for causing so much damage that the whole country nearly went into a recession because of her, and would have her housing and basic needs accounted for. As far as Pavita cared, this was the absolute best case scenario for her; in fact, she couldn’t possibly think of any set of circumstances that left her in a better winning position, hence why she not only jumped at the opportunity, but outright offered to put in any extra work that was needed of her. Ultimately though, the large manor and the stipend were just bonuses; the real prize, the actual reason for why she had taken the job, was the effect all those extra pregnancies had on her body: the growth, the thickening, the increased milkiness, all of it was a constant reminder of just how far she had come ever since starting her journey, and while having more money to spend was certainly nice and all, it hardly compared to waking up every day and finding her tits to be slightly larger, or her thighs fatter, or even ass wider. It was a slow process, especially since one of the main stipulations of her new contract work was that she was required to be on a metric ton of medication designed to slow down and hamper her fertility, but it was a process; one inch at a time, those slow gains added up, and the end result was an increasingly bigger, increasingly heavier, increasingly more beautiful form for her to admire in whatever reflective surface was nearest to her. And, for the longest while, she was perfectly fine that way. A contract would arrive, she’d set aside the next few months for a brand new pregnancy, and by the end, she’d be thicker, more heavyset, and carrying a pair of tits that was even larger than it had been at the start, even in the vanishingly few occasions were it was actually drained of its contents; it eventually became all-but impossible to reach this mythical state, however, given that her productivity had been improved so much that just a single, unfettered second could fill a gallon jug, and Pavita had to walk around with a portable set of pumps, one for each breast, just to keep herself from becoming immobilized on her baseline milkiness alone… even though, on occasion, she would “forget” to turn them on properly, or leave them behind outright, requiring a quick call to the emergency services for them to come fetch and then milk her down to a more manageable size. Granted, what counted as “manageable” for her became far more detached from what it did to everyone else; as far as Pavita cared, her being stuck atop a pair of milktanks bigger than she was did not constitute anything out of the ordinary, and given that this could happen with minimal effort on her part, it honestly wasn’t. It was the rest of the world that hadn’t kept up with her, the rest of the world that needed to check whether or not their definitions were still up to date, not her, especially not when she knew for a fact that she was living life to the fullest every single day; everyone else had to deal with such ridiculous concerns as “salaries” or “rent”, while she only had to be impregnated, one time after another, then watch as not only did she birth new life into a world that desperately needed it, but was blessed with a body that was at once even readier for another pregnancy than it had been before her latest one ended, and a set of proportions that no one would be able to resist. In fact, more often than not, Pavita had to be careful not to cause a scene as a result of so many would-be suitors deciding to approach her in public, in those few occasions where she decided to go shopping herself rather than have groceries delivered; she wasn’t exactly unknown to the general public (how could she be, after she almost wrecked the whole country?), and while many would love nothing more than for her to go away and never bother them again, many more saw her as Pavita saw herself: a gorgeous icon of fertility that deserved nothing less than worship… and further breeding, obviously. Yet, for all that her new job brought her a level of joy that she never thought possible, as time went on and her size gains began to slow down, Pavita came to realize that she was approaching the limits of what her physical form could achieve, at least from what she was being offered. She could, at any point, simply stop taking the medication holding her back, but doing so would inevitably lead to her losing access to those very same contracts that had made her the way that she was, not to mention make her liable for whatever damages may occur. Yet, at the same time, Pavita couldn’t help but want to go wild, even when she knew that doing so would only be a temporary solution to a much larger problem; when her next explosive growth burst was over, what was she supposed to do then? Beg for someone to knock her up and pray that the ensuing pregnancy reached even half of the height that the last two colossal ones had? No, she needed something different, not just something more; a change in quality, rather than just quantity, though how exactly she was meant to achieve that was anyone’s guess. The best Pavita could do was try and convince her handlers to give her larger assignments and hope that led anywhere, though by the time she was helping to repopulate the Siberian steppe with a brand new species of mammoth and absolutely nothing had changed in any meaningful way, Pavita began wondering whether any real change was possible, or if she was doomed to a life where she would be merely bigger than just about anyone else on the planet. It was during one of her low moments, when her mind was criss-crossed by the sort of thoughts that the turkey was normally capable of pushing away, that enlightenment came, though not in the way one would expect; there was no new idea, no epiphany leading her to a new discovery about herself, and certainly no breakthrough in uncovering a new path for her to take. Rather, one day, as Pavita was trying her best to distract herself by watching television reruns while draining herself into her home’s underground tanks, she heard a voice calling for her. It was odd, in that she didn’t really “hear” it so much as it was just there; much like when she was about to fall asleep, and in the exact moment when her brain was supposed to shut down, she instead resurfaced to full alertness again, suddenly being made aware that she was hearing things that weren’t there, perhaps as a precursor to a dream. It made her wonder whether her name being called was just that: a creation of her own mind, one that she was only aware of thanks to random happenstance keeping her from dozing off. Such suspicions, however, would be proven false when she “heard” the voice again, that time far clearer than before; it was enough to get her to flinch and try to clamber onto her feet, though given the size and weight of her milkers, doing such a thing was borderline impossible. Only then did Pavita realize how vulnerable she was if anyone actually broke into her home… but, turning around, she saw absolutely no one. Confused, the turkey kept swivelling her head from side to side, letting out a short yelp when she heard her name again, only to then realize she wasn’t hearing it from anywhere; rather, it came from inside her, somehow, as if her mind had suddenly developed a voice of its own and began speaking to her directly. It took a while before she was calm enough to realize it wasn’t her own tone coming from inside, and even longer before Pavita came to terms with the fact that this was actually happening, and she wasn’t just hallucinating the whole thing; even then, constantly hearing her name on repeat didn’t exactly leave her feeling anything remotely close to comfortable, which was exactly why the only response she could think to give was to turn her head up to the sky, open her beak, and bellow:

“What?!”

Not exactly nice, quite rude in fact, and it was thus unsurprising that the call-outs stopped for a short while. It seemed that whatever entity or force was trying to get her attention hadn’t expected her to react so aggressively, especially since, when the voice did come back again, it sounded apologetic enough that whoever was responsible for it was most likely genuinely sorry.

“Our apologies, Miss Pavita,” the disembodied voice spoke up, leaving the turkey even more on edge than before, “but we simply couldn’t reach you in any other way. Your kind yet lacks the technology needed to directly interface with us, so we had to resort to more direct methods; hopefully you will understand the severity of our request, and thus our need to turn to such rudimentary communication.”

Rudimentary communication? Pavita didn’t know what was worse: the implication that she and the rest of furkind were some kind of savages, or the idea that telepathy was considered so basic that it was only used as a last resort. Worse still was the fact that she was actually believing what the voice was telling her, rather than freaking out and calling for an ambulance because she was very clearly hearing voices. Then again, in for a penny, in for a pound; she already answered the phantom being once, might as well see what her own head came up with.

“Ok, then who are you then?” Pavita demanded, both hands on her hips in an attempt at appearing intimidatory that only ended up highlighting how silly she looked in that pose when said hips were wider than her torso.

“Who we are is unimportant for the time being; we also lack identifying names like your kind uses, so unless you would ask us our filing numbers, we’re afraid we must simply refer to ourselves by our titles as Communicators,” the voice explained, drawing a prolonged sigh out of Pavita for her own lack of originality, “the point being, we are here to extend an offer to you.”

“An… offer.”

“Yes. After prolonged analysis of your biological capacity, we have ascertained that you possess the unique traits required for an ongoing repopulation project undertaken by one of our subsidiary branches. You would not be familiar with them, but they perform much the same task as the governmental institutions you are currently working with; merely on a grander scale.”

For a moment, Pavita was actually listening. Sure, it was just her brain coming up with what she wanted to hear, but it was what she wanted to hear, and if this was the easiest way to get herself locked into a delusion where she got to experience everything she wanted, then who was she to say no to that opportunity.

“Define grander,” the turkey mused aloud.

“Currently, said subsidiary is involved in the repopulation of multiple galactic arms in what your kind has termed NGC-1084; a spiral galaxy some distance away from yours. A series of supernovae events have led to an unfortunate reduction in biodiversity, hence why our department was tasked with finding and recruiting new assistants for the repopulation effort. We offer steady pay, lodgings, and a generous severance package should you, for whatever reason, be asked to leave the project on positive terms; in return, we would require your full cooperation for the foreseeable future, though no more than ten years work.”

If ever there was a time for Pavita to start questioning her sanity, it was right then, because for whatever reason she actually thought it was a good idea to agree to what the voice was telling her. It was, of course, just her own head telling her what she wanted to hear, yet she couldn’t just turn it away, not after being given such a fantastic offer; what if she successfully created a hyper-realistic delusion for herself to fall into? What if she was actually dreaming, and this was just her mind’s way of coming up with a justifiable premise? Whatever the case, she clearly couldn’t just scoff and tell the voice to go away; rather, what she needed to do was nod along, give it a few seconds to seem as if she was considering it, and then finally reply with:

“I’m listening.”

“Thank you for considering,” the voice replied, sounding incredibly relieved, “we were concerned that our unannounced visit might have caused a certain degree of hostility, but we’re glad to see that you understand our plight. In regards to the offer itself, I’m afraid that’s all we can really tell you; the specifics, should you accept it, will be provided by the sub-department in charge of the operation. If you so wish, you may initiate your employment with us post-haste.”

“What, do I just ask you to beam me up?”

“We no longer utilize teleportation beams,” the entity stated matter-of-factly, “but yes, we would handle transportation as required; a custodian will be left to guard your possessions for the full duration of your employment with us, though any prior contracts will be, by necessity, nullified.”

Pavita chuckled, unable to contain herself any longer. If this was a fantasy, it was certainly a convoluted one, but who was she to say no anymore? Barely capable of holding back from cackling at the absurdity of it all, she offered a quick “Sure”, fully expecting either nothing to happen or for herself to suddenly be strapped to an operating table with a bunch of horny aliens around her all waiting for an opportunity to dig in. Instead, she blinked, and the next moment she was no longer standing in her living room, but rather in what appeared to be a perfectly regular doctor’s office; the whiplash was enough to send her flinching backwards yet again, at which point she almost smashed into a glass cabinet if not for the fact that her tits were so heavy that they served as their own brake. Pavita had a few seconds to wonder about what had just happened before the door to her right, which she hadn’t noticed until then, opened up… revealing another avian much like herself; in fact, they looked incredibly similar to her, or at least a male version of her, down to their package, in an astounding display of symmetry, being immensely oversized compared to the rest of their lithe frame.

“We apologize for the suddenness of it,” he spoke up, his voice possessed of a certain reverberating quality; it was only then that Pavita noticed the young man was wearing a stereotypical doctor’s labcoat, even if it looked different each time she blinked, as if her eyes couldn’t decide on what they were actually seeing, “and rest assured, any visual distortions are merely a result of your optical cortex attempting to process the information we’re providing for it; needless to say, we find it far better to meet our prospective employees in a setting familiar to them, and from what we understand, this is a standard workspace for a physician back on your planet, is it not? Regardless,” the creature carried on without waiting for an answer, “we’ve taken the time to thoroughly analyze your fertility potential, and we believe we have the perfect assignment for you. Please hold.”

There was a moment in which silence fell between the two, one where Pavita was left confused as to what was happening. The turkey in front of her appeared to freeze in place for an instant before moving again, the colour of their eyes having shifted from a pale blue to a dull green; in their hand, seemingly procured from nowhere, was now a clipboard with a thick layer of papers stuck to it.

“Greetings, Miss Pavita,” the entity spoke again, their voice entirely different from before, “we’ve taken control of this avatar for the time being. We would introduce ourselves, but unfortunately your species lacks the sensory organs required to understand it; now, in regards to the contract…”

Still shocked and stunned by everything that had happened in the last minute or so, Pavita could do very little but stand there and stare back at whatever was in front of her, hoping they would understand that they couldn’t just do that and expect her to go along with it. Unfortunately, whatever creature that thing was, it apparently figured the best thing to do was get down to brass tacks and start explaining what Pavita’s “assignment” entailed, as well as what would be expected of her as an employee of some organization whose name she couldn’t even think about without growing a pounding headache. Despite this, and perhaps because the creature decided to speak in terms that Pavita could actually understand when it came to breeding and pregnancies, the turkey found herself actually paying attention… after a fashion. It took a while for her to tune back to whatever constituted reality, no longer thinking about whether or not the whole thing was a dream sequence, at which point some very familiar concepts began to filter pass her stunned self: long-term pregnancies, repopulating entire species, expected “growth parameters”, that sort of thing; it was all discussed in scales far beyond what she was used to, with constant references to not just entire planets, but stellar clusters and even more, with the thing (or things) piloting the man in front of her letting her know, in no uncertain terms, that they were looking for someone who could help them birth trillions upon trillions of new lives without breaking a sweat. Pavita herself, at that point, could barely hold back the beads of sweat falling down her brow, staring at a contract whose lettering shifted between alien symbols and perfectly understandable English; all she could think of were the key-words spoken to her, that she would be expected to grow far beyond that which she had ever grown, that rather than it being forbidden, it would be expected of her. She wouldn’t have to worry about destroying anything, as the whole point was for her womb to reach sizes that would be unthinkable to anyone back home… well, anyone but her. She knew full well just what she was capable of; the only reason her homeworld hadn’t already been covered by her body was because she chose to hold back for the sake of her own enjoyment, but now? Now that she was given the chance to not only live up to her fullest potential, but expand it as well? It hardly mattered that it was still most likely a fantasy cooked up by her sleeping brain, Pavita had to take the entity up on its offer as quickly as she could. Nevermind the side effects or how they kept telling her that she would have to go through extensive rehabilitation just to go back to a state where she could remain mobile after her contract was over; all the turkey could think of was herself, larger than ever before, eclipsing planets and stars and who knew whatever else in her endless, constant expansion, in her fertile growth that would flood the whole galaxy in her young. It was straight out of some deranged fanfic for a sci-fi F-grade porn flick, but really, what wasn’t when it came to her? She wasn’t interested in any deeper meaning, she just wanted to be pregnant, to feel everything that came along with it, until she was so overloaded by the sensations that she could feel no longer. Honestly, it was a wonder she managed to go nearly ten minutes without furiously nodding while asking for a pen to sign the many pages she was being shown, at which point she still had to fight with whoever was inside the thing in front of her when they had to go through the typical rigmarole of “Are you sure”s and “Please read the fine print”s; she didn’t need to read anything else, only to sign it, only to get things rolling, only to have her body be transformed into what it was always meant to be: an eternally-growing baby factory for whatever babies those people needed her to carry. Did it matter that these young would be literal aliens, that she would most likely need to be dosed up with some truly ludicrous amounts of medication in order to carry them to term? No, it didn’t; what mattered was that she was going to carry them to term, and as quickly as possible if those aliens knew what was good for them. Besides, it was her fantasy, so clearly she was in control there; once again, nevermind the fact that she ordered them around and they actually fought back, or the simple fact that things actually felt real as opposed to aetherial and dreamlike. There was a part of her that recognized that this couldn’t possibly be all in her head, that it was happening and she had just signed herself on for ten years of intensive (literal) labor… but, if that was the case, then what was the loss there? If she was actually there, if the sequence of events had actually happened, then she was still standing inside a makeshift doctor’s office being told that her womb was about to be used to repopulate a dozen or so planets all at once, via complex mechanisms that she couldn’t even be bothered to try and understand; for Pavita, it was a win-win situation: either it was a dream or a delusion, and she’d get to experience it without any consequences, or it was actually happening, which was even better as far as she cared. There was no attachment to her planet left in her, not beyond the fact that, up until very recently, it was the only source of possible pregnancies for her; now that she knew better though, the turkey barely even considered going back, already making plans to ask for an extension on her contract if altogether possible. The entity next to her was certainly surprised, but they seemed capable of rolling with the punches as they simply gave Pavita more pages to sign before turning around and leaving the room, asking her to wait until the next attendant showed up; this didn’t take much longer, with yet another avian of similar proportions to the first one having to exercise extreme caution when entering the room, seeing as their test subject could barely contain herself any longer. Pavita was a hair’s breadth away from simply throwing herself at whoever appeared in front of her, flattening them against a wall and demanding to know when she could be knocked up; it took her noticing the very large medical trolley the second entity was pulling behind them for her to stop, figuring that it most likely held the secrets to her ascension into broodmother status. What followed, unfortunately, were a very long few minutes where this other person (or persons, it was hard to tell) gave her the whole speech about what the procedure would be like, the immediate effects of it, and so on and so forth; Pavita genuinely had to stop herself from making hand gestures to let her attendant know to hurry up, believing that it was better for her to act like she was going to be fully compliant until it was too late for her new handlers to do anything about it. After all, there was no way she was going to just do whatever they wanted her to do, not after such an opportunity made itself known to her; the aliens might think that she was agreeing to the terms, but Pavita knew better. They knew of what she was capable of when contained, when held back; they would soon learn of what her true capabilities were like, when she didn’t have to worry about taking medicine to keep herself from destroying her planet. Sure, maybe her new employers thought they knew what her full capabilities were like; perhaps they had convinced themselves that their mathematical models, whatever they were, let them have a general sense of what the turkey would be like at maximum capacity, and maybe these were even somewhat accurate for what they had seen back on Earth. But when the scene melted around her, when the doctor’s office was replaced by a more surgical setting and she was asked to lie down on a table, when a set of tubes were lowered from the ceiling and hooked to her tits in order to drain them, that’s when things were destined to go off the rails. Perhaps the creatures believed that Pavita would take some time before exhibiting any signs of pregnancy; not too much, obviously, but certainly not immediately after the cells were implanted into her, certainly not for her belly to suddenly balloon outwards to about a dozen times its original size just seconds after the first fertilization. With no one there to attend to her, the whole process having been conducted with what looked to be automated machinery, it was hard for Pavita to truly gauge just what everyone’s reactions had been, but given that her initial growth spurt had far outpaced anything she had experienced before, she could only assume that she was in for the ride of her life. The turkey got to watch as two gouts of milk erupted from her swollen nipples before the suction cups attached to them simply shattered into pieces; her womb growing with all the new life she was to carry had a similar effect on her bust, which went from merely big enough to cover her whole front down to the ground, to each tit being bigger than a family van, slamming heavily and loudly on the ground on both sides of her. The sloshing coming from within them was insane, the milk production causing it being so ludicrously overtuned that no amount of suction would ever be capable of dealing with what she had to offer… though that was mostly because she went from her regular state, to producing so much milk that her nipples just couldn’t handle the output. In one moment, in a single instant, she had nearly tripled the size of each tit and caused her milkiness to rise to the point where she literally couldn’t drain fast enough to deal with everything she was making; even better, her ass and thighs had fattened so quickly as well that the table she was on was left in tatters, broken into multiple misshapen bits. A single moment, and already she was bigger than most pregnancies back on Earth had left her… and then another moment passed.