New Offer - Part 2 (Commission for -Hyacinth-)

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

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It brought to mind memories of what her first explosive pregnancy had been like, before she had a mountain of bureaucracy and paperwork to hold her down; it reminded her of when she was unimpeded by anything other than her own desires (which weren’t that much of an impediment to begin with), of when her very being was dedicated fully to the pursuit of maternal bliss. Much like before, the jumps in size she underwent were far in excess to what was expected of her; and, much like before, they were proportional as well. If her first pregnancy had left her immense in comparison with how she’d been before, then this second one had a much greater and far larger baseline to work from; while Pavita had never been small, her tits weren’t always so big they could reach the ground when she stood up, nor had her fertility been spiked to such absurd levels that she could repopulate entire continents. Take that, and add to it the sort of fertilization technology that a civilization as advanced as that one surely had, and it was frankly unsurprising that the second growth spurt was enough to completely demolish the room she was in. Granted, it was probably not a room to begin with, but likely some sort of illusion meant to keep her distracted while the aliens did their work; not that she particularly cared for it, given that it was her fate to eventually be surrounded on all sides by her own soft flesh, once her tits, belly and ass grew so much to accomodate for the needs of her pregnancy that her torso and head would barely account for a fraction of a fraction of her total size and mass. It had happened before and it would happen again, this much she had promised herself; not that she had much choice in the matter before, but now? Now she had no choice but to cut loose and let her instincts run wild, especially since there didn’t seem to be anyone there to stop her; maybe the aliens were counting on her thoroughly exceeding expectations, or perhaps she had simply grown too quickly for them to do anything at all. Whatever the case, Pavita already felt cramped in whatever closed space she was in, with one nipple pushing against one wall, another pushing against the opposite, while her belly was smushed against the ceiling by an ass that covered about half of the total floor space. And it was only then, at that moment, that the turkey realized it had only been two seconds since her fertilization, two moments of growth, two instants in a pregnancy that would most likely last several months… and she blanked out. Pavita was left in a state of half-consciousness, where she was only slightly aware of what was happening around her; it was much the same as it had been back when she first had her uncontrolled impregnation that started it all, in that she occasionally “woke up”, only to find herself so much larger compared to what she had been like beforehand that the sensation overload sent her right back into a dozed-off state in order to deal with the immense barrage of pleasure that threatened to overtake her. She was, ultimately, unable to properly deal with what she was experiencing, at least without her mind breaking in half, and that was exactly what she wanted. Not for her to merely experience things as they were, but for the experience itself to be so outside of her ability to process it that her very brain stopped working properly, leaving her awash in an endless, rapturous ocean of bliss that nothing could compare to. The avian still felt the effects of the fertilization, in the sense that, on occasion, some sensory information still managed to reach her in a way that she could understand; she knew that walls were being broken down, she knew someone was shouting in a language she didn’t understand, and she knew that her body was barrelling over what felt like far too much terrain for such an early stage of her pregnancy… though, then again, if her goal was to repopulate entire planets, then surely she should expect to reach absurd sizes, sizes which would be unthinkable even for herself back on Earth. Hell, she was often left stranded atop a city-sized belly even when she was working for the government, making it impossible for her to imagine what her body would look like once she was ready to give birth to entire planets’ worth of life. Pavita could make an approximation in her mind’s eyes, sure, but ultimately it all became… conceptual. She was never that good at astronomy, nor at understanding the scales at which it operated, so visualizing herself at those sizes was all-but impossible for her; then again, there was a perfectly reasonable, and in fact far more effective alternative: feeling it. Disregarding her mental images completely, ignoring her sight, and focusing entirely on touch, as well as her limited bodily self-awareness; she might very well have been capable of telling where any part of herself was at any given time before she started growing, but now that her body had exploded with size, this was… slightly harder. Pavita knew that her belly was far larger than before, though putting a number to it was incredibly difficult; she felt her tits as well, swelling with milk and fat as they buried her underneath their heft, at least until, for some reason, her sense of balance flipped and her tits felt like they were being pulled down. Hard to tell what caused this, however, seeing as her ass had already grown so much as well that her cheeks had covered her once again, leaving the turkey in a cocoon of her own making that wouldn only get tighter and hotter with time. Already she could feel her body temperature skyrocketing, her poor heart beating at a rate so fast-paced that it felt like it was about to burst… yet, for each time it did, Pavita only felt better, more aroused, more energized, knowing that the pregnancy frenzy had finally begun in earnest. With each individual size spurt rapidly becoming exponential in nature, it certainly didn’t take long for her to completely overtake the planet she was on; unbeknownst to Pavita herself, the team of alien entities which had hired her did not have the slightest inkling as to what her true potential was like, having created their models based on what they had seen her accomplish. Thus, when the fertilization lab was utterly destroyed in a matter of seconds, and the colossal avian burst free from the facility it was built in before a minute passed, all they could do was sound the alarms and call for help from whoever had any clue what to do; distortion equipment was put in place, compressors activated and even spatial manipulation gear was used, all just in an attempt to stabilize Pavita’s growth. This accomplished absolutely nothing; no matter what the aliens did, their newest employee seemed intent on burgeoning outwards at such a fast rate that they couldn’t even establish a safety cordon before she cleared right past it. It didn’t take more than hour before the entire continent that Pavita was on vanished underneath her mounting size, and from there it was just a few more minutes before her body had become so heavy, so densely packed with young, that the gravitational balance between herself and the planet she was on began to shift. It wasn’t just her womb, of course; while her baby factory was certainly the biggest individual part of her, the rest of her form was equally gigantic, especially out in front: to say that her breasts were utterly gargantuan would be an understatement in itself, as both orbs were so absurdly huge that the only reason they weren’t carving out huge chunks off the planet itself was the belly they were resting on doing that on its own. With so many new lives inside of Pavita’s womb, it was of course necessary for her to make enough milk to feed them all… along with far, far more on top of that as a result of her tits being so hyper-sensitive to effectively anything that could potentially screw with her productivity in any manner. There was an excuse to make more milk, so they took it and ran with it, far in excess to what was actually needed, until, in a matter of just a handful of minutes, the gouts of cream firing into the upper atmosphere had begun to displace weather patterns across that empty world, blocking the light of the local star as they formed lactic clouds which then promptly began to rain down on the land… all of the land. Milky storms which would never abate for as long as Pavita was there, aided along by the sheer output of milk being such that it formed a thick shell around the planet; thankfully, the turkey wouldn’t be hanging around the place for much longer, if only because she had much larger targets to aim for now that no one was in control of her anymore. The alien entities certainly tried, with them, at one point, even going so far as to try and physically harm her via the use of energy weapons, only for them to inexplicably do nothing but leave minor bruises that vanished nearly instantly afterwards. It wasn’t their fault though; they simply didn’t know who they were dealing with. Then again, if they did, they probably wouldn’t have called on her to begin with, so perhaps it was better for them to remain ignorant of Pavita’s full potential, lest they try to do something drastic like try and stop her pregnancy before it “took”, even if that much was effectively impossible by that point; the amount of people involved with the turkey’s fertilization barely constituted a skeleton crew, as the alien entities had firmly believed that the avian would be nothing more than business as usual. Nothing could have prepared them for her not only outgrowing the surgical room, but the entire planet it was on in a matter of minutes… and yet, there she was: immense, vast, and (literally) massive enough that the floating rock she had just left behind was wracked by tectonic events of a scale never before seen, ripping the surface apart and exposing parts of the mantle as a result. The planet itself was dying before the observers’ eyes, and Pavita, being Pavita, kept on growing and bloating without a care in the universe, perfectly oblivious to the damage she was causing to her environs. She honestly just didn’t care; as long as she still had her pregnancy, as long as she wasn’t stopped, as long as she could feel the immense, almost unbearable heat and the ever-growing amounts of young inside of her, then it was all just perfect. As long as she could keep bloating further, as long as her tits could keep filling, then that’s all she really needed; plus, now that she was in space, she had nothing but empty space in which to grow into, so really, her newest employers should be happy that she was such a dutiful grower. Did they not want life? Did they not want to repopulate entire chunks of the galaxy? Then surely, they must be perfectly fine with Pavita giving them exactly what they wanted: so much life that her body overflowed with it, transforming her into a planetary-scale babymaker… for the time being, of course. She wasn’t about to stop there, not when she could clearly go even further still; why remain planetary in size when there was a star there that she could compete with? Hell, with so many stars as well, if only she looked further beyond! Granted, at that point, it was hard for her to even pretend to be in control anymore; whereas beforehand the turkey could live in the convenient and polite narrative that she was the one calling the shots, and the fact that her body clearly disagreed was her own decision, now it seemed downright ludicrous to even so much as think about making that same claim. She was not the one deciding on where things went; rather, it was her womb, her physical self in general in fact, who had taken the wheel, leaving her conscious mind to sit there and watch as it lost control of everything around it. Then again, Pavita wasn’t about to complain, because that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; she got to experience everything she normally did, except on a much larger scale, and she didn’t need to do anything at all? All she had to do was lie there (sit there?) and feel as her form bloated uncontrollably with each passing second? This wasn’t a curse so much as it was exactly what she had always wanted, given to her on a silver platter and delivered without so much as asking for anything in return; not that her new employers agreed, but they weren’t the ones in charge either, so what did they know? They gave her this beautiful blessing without realizing just how deep the hole they were digging was, and now they were reaping what they had sown; it wasn’t her fault that the entities failed to consider that she might be far more fertile than she had initially let on, nor was it her fault that they didn’t conduct a proper examination. Rather, it was their own carelessness which had led them down this path, where they ended up with a star system-sized Pavita who hadn’t even begun to grow properly yet. It had, after all, been merely minutes since she received the first eggs, and though in that short time she had already outgrown the planet she was taken to, the avian knew for a fact that what her employers were seeing was just the beginning; she had, after all, gone from person-sized to country-wrecking in her first major pregnancy, so after being trained for years on governmental contracts, then given an infusion of whatever alien spunk they gave her, she could only assume her true, final size would be big enough that those back on Earth would be capable of seeing her through a telescope… eventually, whenever the light bouncing from her form reached them of course. She was certainly getting there as well; even if Pavita couldn’t see herself, or at least more than just her immediate surroundings, she was clearly vast enough that her sensory nerves had simply ceased to function properly. It was literally impossible for her brain to handle everything it was receiving, even if it was getting the signals in real time; with her body being so immense that it had already displaced the local star while pushing on the outer edges of the system simultaneously, the light barrier had been broken, leading to her nerve pathways being so long that stimuli took seconds to minutes to even reach her at all… a number that would only get higher and higher as time went on and she grew further still. It reached a point where Pavita was legitimately stuck not feeling anything; or rather, her conscious half, the one that could still produce thoughts, had been quarantined away from the rest of her, leaving her thinking mind, and thus her very self, to just float there, not knowing what to do. Pavita was aware that, on some level, she was feeling enough pleasure that her brain decided to switch it off just to keep her sane, which was itself a perfect jumping-off point to help her get off once again for what felt like the tenth time that day. She hadn’t even noticed her hands being between her legs (or at least as far between as they could go, given how thick they were), nor did Pavita realize that she’d been drifting in and out of consciousness on a regular basis already; it was too much for her, too much for her mind to truly take, too much for her body to withstand, and as such, she simply stopped working the way she usually did. It was much like back in the first pregnancy, only in the later stages of it; by the time she crossed state lines, Pavita recalled being in such a state that she would just fall unconscious for a while before awakening to find herself even larger than she ever remembered being, the process repeating itself until, at some point, her water broke and she actually had to give birth. She found herself in much the same situation, albeit on a scale significantly greater than anything she had experienced back on her homeworld, and to a certain point, that much was comforting; it was good to know that, even though she had outgrown an entire star system and was well on her way to reach the next closest one, the process itself wasn’t at all unfamiliar. Far from it, in fact, as all it took was for Pavita to relax for a bit before the same sensations that had rocked her into a semi-permanent fugue state back on Earth to make themselves known. At the end of the day, it was all out of her hands; as much as she would’ve loved to take control of the situation to make herself even bigger, Pavita knew that whatever happened next was entirely up to her body automatic systems, and she herself was only there as a passenger, a spectator to the spectacle of her own physicality. She was certain her employers would be trying to stop her at every step of the way, using increasingly desperate measures that would accomplish precisely nothing, and that, somehow, left her feeling even better than before: it was the understanding that, no matter what they did, no matter what anyone did, she was destined to grow and expand forevermore, until there was nothing but her… but then, what would happen next? Her eyes shot wide open as the realization dawned on her, the exact same one that had hounded her back on Earth: if she truly went full-out, if she truly became the broodmother she always dreamed of being, then that was it. No more contracts, alien or not, no more getting pregnant, no more enjoying the joys of motherhood, and certainly no more making herself bigger overall; paradoxically, and much to her dismay, if she wanted to get bigger, she needed to exert some degree of self-restraint, at least within the bounds of what was expected of her. Pavita had, after all, signed a contract, and seeing as the creatures mentioned “no more than ten years”, then it stood to reason that this should be the goal she established for herself. Granted, the turkey had absolutely no idea what ten years’ worth of being gravid actually meant when it came to scales that large, but she figured that if she at least tried to contain herself, even if it did nothing, then this would be seen as a gesture of good faith on the part of her employers. Maybe, if she pretended as if she was sorry for the whole thing and just didn’t know that she was that fertile, they would be inclined to listen to her, nevermind the fact that it was a complete lie. Of course, this did beg the question of how she was supposed to do that; was she expected to just shout out for the voice that spoke to her and hope that it showed up?

“Hey!” she did exactly so, “Can you hear me? Anyone? Is anyone around?”

There was a brief period of “silence”, whereby Pavita could tell she wasn’t alone. Much like whenever one woke up in the middle of the night with the utmost belief that something was waiting for them just on the other side of the sheets, so too was the turkey convinced that a presence was in there with her, in the tiny space between her ass and tits where her torso and head were. It was at once familiar and somewhat hostile, which, given who it probably was, made perfect sense. All that Pavita could do was break into open apologetics, begging for whoever might be listening to please understand that she just didn’t know, that it wasn’t her fault, that her body reacted far quicker than she could’ve ever expected it to; surely they wouldn’t blame her for being overwhelmed at first, given how “surprising” it was, and surely they couldn’t blame for for the damages, since it wasn’t as if she could tell her body how much to grow. There was yet more silence before an answer was given, and even then, it came in a tone far too accusatory for her liking:

“The terms of the contract stipulated that any prior medical conditions should be reported to us. Are you trying to say you were unaware of your potential?”

“Yes!” Pavita lied through her beak, “I had no clue! You saw me down on Earth, the biggest I ever got was the first time around, and that was just what, half a country? How could I have known?!”

There was a brief moment where the avian believed that her fib hadn’t worked, that her employers had seen through her ruse and knew better than to take her at face value. A moment that lasted for long enough that Pavita began sweating from something other than the heat she was surrounded by, the oppressive presence growing ever more overbearing with time… or, perhaps, she simply imagined that it did, locked as she was in an internal struggle to not allow her expression to falter and give the whole scheme away. It was with an immense amount of relief that she felt the incorporeal entity’s anger begin to fade away, though when it spoke again, it did so with a tone that made it clear that it, or the many creatures composing it at least, were exceptionally irritated at the proceedings.

“It seems we miscalculated, and will have to adapt. Damages done cannot be recuperated, but at least no one died in the proceedings; can you exert any level of control over yourself?” - the voice waited for Pavita to energetically move her head from side to side - “Unfortunate. As per the terms of the contract, we will be forced to apply emergency containment measures. Please, take this pill.”

With that, a single small capsule appeared in front of Pavita’s face, thankfully kept there by virtue of her being in space. The avian had legitimately forgotten just how big she was, and had expected the little thing to fall down; that it didn’t only made it more obvious how colossal she had become, leaving her to wonder if she really should take the pill and hold herself back once again. It almost felt criminal to do so, to go all the way like she had and still end up not realizing her full potential, to literally outgrow an entire planet and then slam on the brakes just at the last moment, keeping herself from becoming larger than anything else in existence… yet, at the same time, she had just fooled her employers into thinking she had no clue about her own fertility, which as far as the turkey cared, was an immense win; it meant that she could actually keep going after taking the pill, it meant that she could not only fulfill the terms of the contract, but actually have an opportunity to bargain for a new one once she was done. And she would be done with it, since she wasn’t about to float around waiting for ten years; she was more than capable of fulfilling her quotas in far less time, and as long as she could convince her handlers that she was more of an asset than a liability, then really, there was no reason why she shouldn’t be allowed to take an even bigger contract after she was done with that one. Granted, it’d be difficult to find a project that required that amount of fertility, but surely a civilization as advanced as that one would find some way to make good use of her and her unique abilities… so she took it. With two fingers, she plucked the pill from mid”air” and swallowed it, almost immediately feeling her body temperature plummeting down from the insane heights it had been at before. For a moment, Pavita wondered whether she would freeze in the coldness of space, but after she stabilized at room temperature (somehow), such fears revealed themselves to be unfounded; unfortunately, her exponential growth seemed to have stopped, or at least slowed down enough that her brain was actually managing to keep up with all the sensory overload it was forced to handle. In the following hours, Pavita would go through the whole catalogue of sensations that her physical form had been made to feel, forcing her through multiple cycles of euphoric highs followed by dreadful periods of complete normality as her pleasure centers rebooted in preparation for the next wave. It was hard work, dealing with herself like that, so much so that she spent most of the time limp and moaning as the waves of bliss crashed into her, as if she were literally adrift in an ocean of enjoyment, as opposed to just figuratively. Whether or not it was caused by the pill itself, Pavita couldn’t tell, but this fugue state she was left in lasted for her long enough that she completely lost track of time; perhaps the whole point was to knock her out hard enough that she couldn’t tell how long it took for her to come back to proper consciousness, at which point she’d go under almost immediately afterwards thanks to the backlog of bodily sensory feedback that never seemed to end. She was still massive, that much she was certain, but it lacked the same sense of overwhelming, apocalypse-levels power that it did before; rather, she was merely big enough to eclipse multiple star systems and the space between them, enough so that the amount of young inside of her would most likely be enough to have her complete the contract’s quotas within a much shorter time span than originally intended. Not more though, and that left Pavita feeling slightly disappointed about the whole thing… but then she remembered her body’s penchant for growth after each pregnancy, and the whole plan she had for asking for larger contracts, and things didn’t feel that bad afterwards; since, at the end of the day, this wasn’t going to be the last time she became involved with something on that scale, and the next time? The next time would be the one, even if it killed her.

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Months passed, mostly in a daze. Pavita ceased being able to keep track of how long she’d been pregnant for, but when the day came where her waters broke and she flooded an entire nebula because of it, she was informed that her pregnancy had lasted the customary half a year expected for first-time employees… though her actual output far exceeded that of even seasoned veterans. Pavita could barely hold back a smile when he was given the full list of what she had accomplished, the numbers provided being so absurd that all she could really do was lie there as she was slowly emptied out, wondering what was going through her employers’ heads when they realized just how heavily they bit off more than they could chew. Even better was how they seemed unaware that the only reason they even managed to contain the broodmother was because she wanted it; while Pavita lacked the ability to directly control herself, she would’ve loved to see them try and hold her back if she didn’t want to hold herself back. Still, at least it gave them a false sense of security, a belief that they were at least aware of how far the avian could go, when in reality all they saw was Pavita after she gave up trying to push the line too hard. It had, ultimately, gone entirely according to plan: just as she was finishing up delivering all of her babies, a week and a half after she started doing so, Pavita was informed that she was entitled to a customary one month off, which “management” agreed to extend to two given the sheer degree to which the avian had bloated and filled with life. According to them, at least, it was meant to give her some time to adjust to her new size before starting the next round (and to give them time to find a job that would require someone like her); for Pavita herself, this couldn’t have come at a better time, given that her body had taken quite well to the hyper-sized pregnancy she was saddled with for the past half a year. It almost felt quaint to remember she used to think her tits or ass were big: now that each of her milkers was large enough that it needed a warehouse of its own, not to mention an entire factory-sized milking pump just to keep it stable, let alone drained, plus how her asscheeks had burgeoned outwards to each be about as large as a city block as a result of her motherly thighs turning her lower half into the divine picture of fertility, she was now… almost perfect. Yes, her torso constituted nothing more than a fraction of her whole self, and the only reason her bust wasn’t tearing down the planet she was on was because it was actively drained at every single moment of every single day, but she could go further than that. She could try harder and become bigger if she truly wanted to. She just needed to be given a chance to do so.

And with a new contract about to drop?

That’s exactly what she was going to do.