A Tad Beyond (Patreon Commission for Drewbermeister)

TAGS: M/F, Growth/Expansion, Macro

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If anyone asked, the neighbours would each have their own pet theories as to how the couple had gotten so massive over the years. Most of them fell down to some form of substance abuse, though for whatever reason no one really seemed to agree on what this substance might be, let alone how it could take a perfectly regular-sized fox and dragon and turn them into the giants they were nowadays; a few, more radical elements of the suburb would even go so far as to suggest that something nefarious was afoot, that the two lovers were consorting with “dark powers” or whatever it was they had heard about or read in some obscure, entirely unreliable internet forum. The one certainty, however, was that everyone remembered Andy and Adelonda as they used to be, back when they first came to the neighborhood all those years before: clearly enthusiastic about keeping themselves fit, sure, but still just the same size as everyone else. It was only over time that the changes became noticeable, when inch after inch was added to their frames and the differences became too much for even the most oblivious to miss, especially when the fox left their home in the morning to come fetch the newspaper from the curb and everyone got to watch as the fifteen-foot behemoth bent over and gave half of the neighborhood a good view of their ass, or when the dragoness did the same and immediately provoked a series of near-fatal nosebleeds from the scandalous amounts of cleavage on display. Yet, despite this, neither of the two seemed to act any differently… at least, not outwardly. As far as anyone living next to the couple was concerned, whenever they actually interacted with either of them, they were still the same Adelonda, the same Andy, the same two folks who enjoyed the same things and, disturbingly, seemed entirely unaware that they were significantly larger than anyone else around them; no one could tell if it was a deliberate performance or if the two giants were just wholly ignorant of the fact that they weren’t supposed to be that large, but whatever the case, at least the people living there could rest easy believing that, at least for the time being, everything was fine. Perhaps it was for the best that they didn’t know the truth, that they had a polite fiction that they could turn to, point towards, and proclaim it to be reality, for if they truly understood what was going on inside Andy and Adelonda’s heads, perhaps they would’ve moved a long time before, somewhere far away where they wouldn’t have to worry about what was, inevitably, to come. In reality, those who believed drugs were involved in the growth process had nearly gotten it right, close enough that they should be awarded points for guessing regardless; over the course of their months living in their new home, the couple had been hard at working sneaking highly experimental, incredibly unstable and entirely unregulated mutagenic serums from a secure compound where they had established an intelligence network. Considering what the two did for a living, which was perhaps best left unwritten for the sake of posterity, this could charitably be described as a complete waste of resources, especially when they had other places to infiltrate and compromise; fortunately, neither Adelonda nor Andy were particularly interested in being efficient, seeing as, just as long as they did what they were contracted to do, then they earnestly believed they should be allowed to do whatever the hell they wanted with their free time… and what they wanted was to grow. It just so happened that one of their former targets, a chemical production company that worked for a genemodding conglomerate trying to break into the market, had begun to produce a compound that was designed to “stimulate bodily mass accumulation”, according to some of the files they recovered; the serum itself, as delivered by the facility to the gene labs, was supposed to be diluted and used only in as much of a concentration as strictly necessary, and in fact the “best practices” documentation outright suggested that using the raw material without preparation was potentially hazardous to just about every bodily system. For the happy couple, however, all they could care about was how this compound was supposed to make people grow larger; it had been a dream of theirs for some time, a critical part of their bedroom fantasies, and though they had spent most of their life together looking for any opportunity to pursue this goal, it wasn’t until they happened upon this specific chemical production plant before they could actually do something about it. A couple of well-placed bribes here and some blackmail there, and the two of them secured a steady stream of growth serum, delivered to them via mail in an inconspicuously marked package at the start of every week, along with a series of instructions on how best to use it that both the fox and dragoness duly ignored every single time. They didn’t have the patience to wait until the mutagen worked its magic the “standard” way, the way that it was “designed” to work; they wanted to grow, and so grow they would, even if they had to risk everything to do it… and grow they did, far beyond even their wildest dreams, until nowadays they woke up and every single morning was an exercise in not losing their minds every time they looked in the bathroom mirror and saw just how positively gargantuan they were. The outward normality was just part of the show, really; both Andy and Adelonda got their rocks off pretending like everything was perfectly fine, delighting in causing confusion wherever they went; the two of them even went so far as to buy custom-made clothes that were exact duplicates of the ones they owned in everything but size, just to keep everyone else guessing as to whether the couple was growing, or everyone else had just gone collectively insane. Behind closed doors, however, it was hard to tell that their home belonged to two people whose job was absolutely not, in any way, shape or form, corporate espionage; even if that weren’t the case (and it wasn’t), few professions would justify the sheer degree of damage that was on full display, and if anyone were to give their opinion, odds were good they’d ask if a highly-localized tornado had swept through the couple’s abode… multiple times. In a single day. Over several days, even, at least given by the amount of papers strewn about everywhere. Of course, the actual workstations were below ground, where they made sure to build two separate offices just out of sheer habit; as it turned out, this decision became serendipitous indeed, because it quickly became clear that neither of them could be in the same room as the other without their instincts taking over and their environs suffering because of it, almost always ending with even more serum being consumed, leading to their primal, bestial side becoming ever stronger with each passing day, and the vicious cycle becoming ever more unbreakable. Their home, their domicile, their personal slice of heaven, had turned into little more than one massive bed for the two lovers to fuck on, especially since it hadn’t exactly scaled up to meet up with demands, leading to the both of them feeling incredibly cramped even at the best of times; fortuitously, it also played perfectly into their size fantasies, especially the ones involving the two of them being living gods for whom the rest of the world was naught but a playground in which they could do whatever they damn well wanted without anyone being able to stop them. Perhaps it might’ve been a bad idea to keep taking the serum after it became clear that these urges were seeping into their regular state of mind, where the fox and dragoness would spend hours openly fantasizing about the day when they were finally big enough to loom over their neighborhood, then the nearest city, then landscape, local geography, maybe even the planet if they were lucky; what had once been nothing if not a daydream was now within their grasp, at least if they kept taking the growth serum and no one thought to alert the authority about the magical growing couple that defied all conventional sense of scientific logic. It was for that reason that the two of them had stopped going outside so much, relying mostly on deliveries to get by… well, that, and the fact that in order to use the front door, they would inevitably make so much noise that they’d alert their better half, and then seconds later they’d be rolling around the floor, tearing out the wallpaper and breaking chunks off the walls, not to mention pulverizing whatever was left of the upholstery and kitchen cabinets. There would be nothing left of their original furnishings by the time they reached the year mark, at least nothing beyond vague hints of sawdust and stuffing, a year in which the two of them never ceased growing, never ceased empowering themselves, and never stopped wanting more; this was perhaps the most dangerous aspect of their transformation, that not only was it beyond the realm of what their bodies should be capable of, but that they always felt thoroughly unsatisfied. It felt positively heavenly, unlike anything they had experienced, sure, and each and every injection of serum turned both Andy and Adelonda into vicious beasts whose energy could only be properly expelled by hours-long rutting sessions that inevitably culminated in yet more serum being consumed; days would be spent in this, days where they would consume the mutagen, bulk out, grow upwards, fuck, consume more mutagen, and then repeat, all the way until they exhausted their stock and had to wait for the next delivery to show up in the mail. Occasionally, they would be able to ration out their supplies for long enough that they spent that intervening time fully occupied, not even stopping to drink, eat or sleep, their minds fully focused purely on the rawest, most visceral pursuit of pleasure… and still, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough that they were experiencing the sort of sensations that were the exclusive purview of the gods themselves, nor was it enough that they becoming utter titans whose forms could barely even fit in their offices anymore; it wasn’t enough that a single swipe of one of their claws could tear down walls, nor was it enough that each injection of the stuff left them unable to think straight. In fact, it was highly doubtful that anything would constitute this nebulous “enough”, that any quantity of the growth mutagen would ever satisfy the two’s incessant need for more; more than likely, they were cursed to forever desire more that they could ever feasibly get, and the more of the substance they pumped into their bodies, the more prominent this desire would become, until eventually such a point would be reached that they could no longer function as sentient creatures anymore… and if that was the case, then why shouldn’t they force the issue? If they were already doomed to become mindless beasts ruled only by their instincts, seeking only the next moment of pleasure, then why bother with the charade? All this nonsense and time wasted maintaining a network of infiltrators that was already starting to wonder what their handlers were doing, so much trouble they had to go to in order to keep their contacts sending them more of the delicious mutagen, when they could just… take it. After all, who was going to stop them? The police? The army? Some kind of supranational organization that neither of them knew about? Neither of the two felt even the slightest amount of apprehension, for both Adelonda and Andy knew full well that, the moment they did what they had to do, no one would be able to stand up to them; why, they hadn’t even begun trying and they were both already reaching the twenty foot mark by the end of their first year in that house, so heavens above only knew what they might be capable of if they truly let go, if they put their all into things and just grew. To that end, however, something else was needed: specifically, more of the mutagenic serum, and not just in regularly higher quantities, oh no. If the couple wanted to truly cut loose and impose themselves upon the world, if they wanted to take for them what they were rightfully owed, they were going to need an absurd amount of the stuff, so much that it would make what they had already injected look like nothing in comparison; luckily, they both happened to know exactly where the compound was being produced, as well as the scheduling for deliveries and production cycles, making it child’s play to pick a point in the month where the highest amount of mutagen would be both stored for shipping and waiting for bottling in the holding vats. Just the thought alone was enough to leave the both of them feeling giddy, practically unable to hold themselves back; it was hard enough to exist within the confines of a house that had become far too small for them, so much so that they effectively had to drag themselves around everywhere to avoid bumping into the ceiling too much. Every non-essential wall had been taken down, and even the load-bearing ones bore plenty of scratch marks from when the loving couple forgot themselves during their moments of passion and nearly took down their entire domicile in the process; they couldn’t wait for an opportunity to burst free from their “prison”, to show the whole neighborhood what it was like to be in the presence of a pair of gods, and to conveniently let them know who they would be praying to and worshipping from that point forward… but for that, patience was needed. Patience to wait for the right day, patience to ask the neighbors to please and kindly bring their mail in if they wouldn’t mind, patience to keep from roaring the very foundations of their home into a thin mist… but patience would pay off, and when the right day dawned, when the two of them were awake and they both realized what they were supposed to do in the next few hours, it didn’t take more than a handful of seconds for everything to be set in motion, and for their entire home to be turned into little more than a large cloud of splinters, plaster, and the odd bit of drywall that had miraculously survived any prior destruction. Perhaps they should’ve been more careful, since someone might’ve gotten hurt, but given what they had intended to do that day, it almost felt farcical to hold back anymore; rather than dosing themselves in accordance with their usual schedule, they had actually held back just so they could inject their latest shipment half-and-half into one another, bulging out with enough mass to thoroughly break free from their now-unnecessary house, revealing their perfect forms to the world around them… but mostly an empty neighborhood, seeing as most people had left for their jobs or school at about that time of the morning. Still, it didn’t matter; they weren’t doing this for anyone but themselves, nor were they particularly interested about showing off in order to reaffirm their divinity; they were already perfectly aware of just how deific they were, and any worship they received was nothing if not affirmation of a fact, a reality really, that they were deeply acquainted with. Still, they couldn’t deny that it took the punch out of things, even if just the tiniest bit; while the explosion was something beyond transcendent, with the couple embracing one another as their forms bulged outwards with renewed size, with added mass and heft, until their heads broke clean through their home’s roof, serving as a signal for them to open their arms wide, flex, and promptly annihilate whatever remained of the damned thing’s structural stability, having no one there to notice apart from a random jogger made it feel… slightly less than completely full.

Nevertheless, they were headed for the factory and they weren’t going to stop just because they didn’t have an audience. Even better, as they made their way in the direction of the industrial area a few miles off, they could feel their bodies reacting even further to the mutagen, in ways that neither of them had ever felt before; it was most likely a result of them finally operating out in the open, rather than having to remain inside a cramped domicile while suppressing their instincts… or at least that’s how Adelonda and Andy chose to see it. The truth was probably somewhere far away, hidden inside their genes and in some cosmic limit that they had just broken through, but for the purposes of their ascension, the lovers were perfectly fine with assuming that what they were going through was the result of them finally being able to flex, to pose, to smash, to crush, to destroy, to impose, to do everything they had wanted to do but just never had a chance to before. Of course their bodies would then keep adding more mass to themselves, of course each one of their motions seemed to bring with it additional refinement; they were, after all, the gods of that world, and as gods it was only natural that their physical bodies should strive to become as perfect as possible, even when they didn’t have the substance that allowed such a thing to happen in the first place. Best not to think too much about it, for otherwise they might interfere with a process that was beyond their understanding, and, quite frankly, beyond their ability to care; as long as they kept expanding outwards, that was all that mattered. For Andy, it was a matter of bulking up, though not to the point where it became excessive; while he was certainly muscular, he never quite reached the state where it looked like he’d been overdosing on synthoil, rather retaining a perfectly natural-looking aesthetic that, while certainly above-average and imposing, betrayed how he was perfectly sculpted through his own hands, rather than via the use of chemicals… well, apart from the one that slowly made him inch towards the forty-foot mark, but that hardly counted. Each one of his steps brought with it calamity to those underneath him, with cars and house alike vanishing each time his paws were brought down on the planet below, carving out a path of destruction that was only made more severe when his cock finally outgrew his body’s natural rate of expansion, ending up just long enough that it kept bumping into whatever was in the way; Andy could only imagine how massive his turgid size must be, and right the moment he did, he was given a demonstration. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but frankly, neither of the two giants were in any fit state to truly put two and two together, having surrendered almost entirely to their instincts, having forgotten what it was like to be anything other than primal beasts led entirely by their base desires. Meanwhile, just as Andy was becoming an ever-more powerful icon of virility, Adelonda had apparently decided to fit the other side of the bill, with her more curvaceous aspects magnified the longer their trek went on and the further their transformation was allowed to proceed. Though she still gained some bulk of her own, mostly around the arms and abs, the true blessings of the mutagen had been in her lower curves and her ample bust; though in absolute terms they would be capable of tearing through buildings and flattening even the most compressive of metals, her assets never grew to a point where they looked too big on her, instead reaching a state of absolute perfection for the sort of body the dragoness had, the exact proportions needed to turn every pair of eyes that was within range, even if she wasn’t an absolutely titanic amazon capable of breaking through skyscrapers with a swish of her tail. From her full, perky breasts covering about half of her torso, if not more, with almost ludicrous ease, all while retaining their shape with nary a hint of sag, to a perfect hourglass figure where her slimmed waist flared out into a set of wide, building-wrecking hips, further down into a pair of thighs so deliciously thick that it was entirely unsurprising that Andy seemed unable to go two steps without sinking a hand into them… mostly because his other one was too busy with Adelonda’s plump rear, which had gained just the right amount of jiggle to keep it perpetually bouncing, just as long as the dragoness kept walking to maintain the motion. It was at once both motherly and domineering, stunningly gorgeous yet savage and primal, like a great ancient war goddess who moonlighted as a fertility icon when no one was looking, and she was all that Andy could really look at. Though he still held firm to the idea that the two of them should get to the chemical plant as soon as they could, how could he possibly ignore a sight as beautiful as the one walking right beside him? It would be downright sacrilegious for him to act as if Adelonda hadn’t become the single most stunning creature in all of existence, and downright criminal if he didn’t make his feelings known in the most direct way possible; Adelonda herself could say the same for Andy, and with neither of them willing to suppress that voice in their heads telling them to indulge and forget, it didn’t take long before the two were rolling around on the ground, acting as if they hadn’t cleared straight through the sixty-foot mark, and their mere presence was enough to make the ground quake, let alone their careless ministrations. It was just like they were back at home, except this time around they weren’t taking down walls so much as flattening entire chunks of whatever suburb they landed on, scattering people to the winds just as easily as they created large clouds of debris, all while growing increasingly faster in the process; with their bodies becoming more and more efficient at handling the mutagenic serum, the sudden influx of hormones gave their organisms a stunningly dangerous idea: if they couldn’t get more of the growth agent, then they should just be able to make more. Honestly, with so much more room inside of them, it was child’s play to take some of the more unnecessary parts of their hormonal system and subvert them to this new need. It wasn’t as if the fox and dragoness would ever need to feel anything other than rapturous pleasure at every single second of every single day; they were so terrifyingly powerful that they could afford to get rid of these entirely redundant regulatory processes holding their bodies back, especially when these same functions could be fine-tuned to instead help produce more of the delicious serum that was responsible for leaving the two of them in such a state that they didn’t even notice their frames barrelling through the outskirts of the nearby city, utterly flattening entire city blocks in their mindless moment of passion. First a trickle, then a thicker stream, until eventually their systems were producing so much of the stuff that the two lovers might as well be injecting themselves at every given instant, with just how much of the growth agent was being pumped through their bloodstream at any given moment! Not that either of them were aware this was what was happening, of course; so caught up in their mutual adoration for one another were they, that both Adelonda and Andy were perfectly fine with rolling over one another while destroying progressively larger chunks of their environment with each passing moment, their bodies taking up increasingly larger and more vast amounts of space with every breath they took, every instant that they allowed their rapturous ecstasy to course through them. They could feel it in the back of their minds, how inches were added and these turned to feet, how they became larger, taller, wider, fuller, stronger, how their bodies seemed to groan and creak at times, in their struggle to keep up with larger and larger demands; they could both feel the pressure of their physical forms just barely managing to hold on, their size multiplying to sizes that really shouldn’t be possible for the fox or dragoness to maintain without seriously abusing the laws of physics as they knew them. It just so happened that neither of them were particularly well-versed in the realms of theoretical physics, so clearly, whatever notions they had about what might be possible weren’t tempered by the boring, soul-draining reality of scientific knowledge, leaving them free to determine new possibilities in whatever way they desired. If they wanted to be bigger, they would simply be bigger, and the universe, if it knew what was good for it, would adapt and provide for them as they so desired; that this resulted in them nearly having most of their blood replaced by an upgraded, more potent version of the growth serum that turned them into gods in the first place was, to them, nothing more than the logical endpoint to a journey they had begun a year prior. Though they were both content to take things slowly back then, such needless caution would no longer be required, nor in fact wanted; to hold themselves back, to deny themselves, was to invite tragedy into their home, for they were supposed to be gods, and gods didn’t refrain from doing things for the sake of maintaining some entirely unimportant sense of decency or good behavior. So what if they flattened large chunks of the planet as they went along? So what if their forms were engorging at such a quick pace that they could barely even keep with the backed-up neural impulses? This was, if anything, just more evidence of their divine supremacy, that theirs was such a transcendent experience that their bodies had to keep sensations on back-up just so their brains had the time to process them properly, ensuring that, for each second they spent thoroughly enjoying one another’s presence, one another’s warmth, two would be added to the counter… and seeing as they didn’t intend to ever stop, this number would soon approach a second infinity, then a third, then so forth until it looped back on itself and the two gods would be unable to escape from their self-induced pleasure prison even if they stopped moving for all of eternity. Such was their plight, entirely of their own making, and such they would continue to work towards, even as the world around them became so small as to be almost irrelevant.

First came the curvature of the planet, shown to them in its full glory as the two’s size reached such heights that the only thing that could compare was the local landscape. Then came the darkening of the skies, when the powder blue that they were so accustomed to slowly morphed into increasingly darker tones, careening inevitably towards the inky black of the cosmos beyond. Then came the slow drop in temperature, as the warmer climes near the surface of the planet were abandoned for progressively higher cloud layers, until the air thinned out enough that whoever of the two happened to be on top was also exposed to the deathly cold of space, their lungs taking surprisingly little time to adapt to the presence of a vacuum. And then, from there… it was a quick climb. It was a quick climb to a point where both their bodies were simply too big to fit on the planet anymore, at least in any way that was remotely comfortable; if they tried to lie down and stretch their limbs, they would find the sphericity of the Earth to be an obstacle, as their gravitational pull made it impossible for them to rest easy. For every moment they spent trying to make this square peg fit into a round hole, the more their homeworld was ravaged by tidal forces that threatened to tear it apart, by earthquakes of impossibly high magnitude created whenever one of them anchored their hands or paws on whatever surface they could find. For the good of their planet, and for their own sake, they had to leave… which they did, and quite simply at that; it was merely a case of forcing themselves up from it, almost like rolling out of bed like they used to all that time ago, with the caveat that they would never be returning to it from that point forward. Moments after leaving, they had already outgrown the planet, as the production of growth serum within their forms only spiked higher with every foot of height they gained, and seeing as how each moment gave them miles, the cycle hadn’t so much become vicious as it did inevitable, in the most eldritch manner possible. Every second they grew, they would grow faster in the next, in an eternally-accelerating process that would eventually leave the both of them at such a colossal, titanic size that the rest of the universe might as well not exist beyond the two of them; and, quite honestly, this was probably the best possible outcome, for they were already each other’s world, each other’s everything… so it becoming quite literal was nothing if not the only way that it could’ve ever physically ended. After all, if they had succeeded in raiding the chemical factory, they would’ve ended up where they already were anyway; such was their fate, and they would be better served if they didn’t fight it.

After all, they’d have one another.

Forever.