Endless Groove (Commission for DrayVonGoff)

TAGS: Growth/Expansion, Hyper/Hyper Butt, Macro Butt, Growthlust, Succumbing to Growth

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What exactly possessed them to try out for a talent show was anyone’s guess; how they managed to keep themselves from running back home after seeing who they were up against was the second great mystery of that night, though by that point, Dray was most likely running on sheer momentum. They were holding onto the small ticket with their contestant number on it so tightly that their knuckles had gone white, staring at the stage so intently that they almost missed how much their legs were quivering from the sheer fright; it was highly doubtful that they’d manage to keep themselves together for the whole duration, much less actually give a proper performance, but they were there already, so they might as well embarrass themselves in front of everyone in town. If there was any positive to it all, it was that Dray had been left for last; while normally the deer would be mortified at the notion of having to go through the whole thing only to have to compete with every contestant that came beforehand, the fact of the matter was that most of the acts that night weren’t… good. They hated thinking about it that way; most of those people were either friends or acquaintances, and if not then at least familiar faces from having lived there so long, so it wasn’t as if Dray derived any pleasure from seeing them fail at spinning plates, or being unable to hold a high note without it veering off a couple of octaves to the side. It did, however, leave them feeling significantly better about their own odds, or at the very least more comfortable with the idea of failing spectacularly, since at the very least they wouldn’t be the only ones; hell, if they did trip over themselves and end up collapsing off the stage, then they wouldn’t be the only ones to have gone through such an embarrassment that night, providing for some truly wonderful ice-breaker material. Thus, by the time that the jury called the deer up, their voices clearly indicating how bored they were of a bunch of small-town wannabes with more desperation for popularity and fame than any marketable talent, Dray was… if not calmer, then at the very least capable of standing without having their knees clatter against one another uncontrollably. That said, the faces on the panel of judges when the deer walked on stage with their laptop in tow were less than comforting; if looks could kill, those would definitely injure, leaving Dray feeling like they should just put on the bare minimum performance, get some bland platitudes in return, then run out as quickly as possible. Yet, when they were preparing for the performance, selecting the right track and making sure their messaging software had its notifications turned off, it was so easy to fall back into the rhythm; truth be told, Dray had been training for that opportunity for at least three or so months, even if they continuously told themselves that they wouldn’t actually buy themselves a spot in the try-outs. They convinced themselves that such a thing was impossible, all the way to the booth handing out registration forms, all throughout the countless times they ran through the motions of bending down, stripping their clothes to reveal a scandalously form-fitting outfit underneath, then breaking out some moves that would, hopefully, be something less than embarrassing. Competent, perhaps, forgettable at the worst, and it was these thoughts that emerged after Dray took a short bow, introduced themselves, and then asked for thirty or so seconds to set up properly. Surrendering to muscle memory was the hardest part, but as soon as control was passed over to their more physical side, everything just sort of… fell into place. The motions were well-practiced: go through the playlist that they always forgot to trim down, pick the right track, then execute a short but graceful twirl where they elegantly performed a one-eighty while simultaneously pulling off their jacket, the discarded piece of clothing landing almost perfectly in the middle of the judges’ table. The sudden shift in attitude didn’t go unnoticed; the music hadn’t even started and already the three-person panel was looking at the deer on the stage with renewed interest. They weren’t sold, but they were certainly far more attentive than they had been for the past hour or so, and if Dray hadn’t allowed their primal lizard brain to take over, this alone would’ve left them paralyzed with performance anxiety. In their then-current state, however, whether or not the jury was paying attention was frankly irrelevant; all that mattered was tapping their hoof to the beat that only they could hear, knowing it would eventually synch up to the music itself, to the low bass emanating from a pair of banged-up speakers that were at best a couple of months away from giving up the ghost entirely. But that hardly mattered; the song was recognizable, the beat even more so, and from there all Dray needed was their own body, and the months of practice burned into every tendon in their body. There would be no stopping until the performance was over; hell, the only way anyone could get the deer to physically halt would be if they got a guard to forcefully restrain them, because the moment the moves started, they wouldn’t end until they were supposed to. This earned a certain amount of respect from the judges, who could tell that, if nothing else, the purple deer dressed in a form-fitting dance outfit wasn’t lacking for confidence… perhaps even enough that it could be moulded into something resembling talent, if their actual performance turned out to be lacklustre. Luckily for everyone involved, however, Dray might very well be terrified by the prospect of dancing in public (or displaying any of their artistic talents in public, to be fair), it wasn’t because they were lacking in skill; anxiety and stage fright were the greatest obstacles, but as soon as they were beat, as soon as the smokescreen of Dray’s own creation was cleared, what was left was a lithe, athletic young cervine who had near-perfect control over every inch of their body, and knew exactly how to use it. All it took were a few seconds for the judges to realize that their last contestant for the day was cut from entirely different cloth than anyone else, and a few seconds more before they were nodding along to the beat, wide smiles on their faces as they realized that they might just have found someone to bring with them to the next round of whatever show they were producing. Dray themselves would only become aware of this about halfway through their performance; not only were they far too engrossed in the dancing itself, but most of it required them to be on the move in ways that didn’t give them time to stare down at where the table was. Once they had a chance, however, even their subconscious muscle-self knew to look, knew to check to see if what it was doing was satisfactory… and found itself not wanting. “You’re doing great,” Dray’s own mind was telling them, “swing to the beat, don’t stop now!”

So they didn’t. With renewed confidence, knowing that the jury was, at the very least, enjoying what they’d spent so long practicing, Dray once more dove into their own subconscious, letting their body do all the hard work while their conscious self reaped the benefits, basking in the glow of self-assurance and positive reinforcement… which, coincidentally, triggered something that the deer hadn’t really thought of during all those hours spent tripping over themselves until they learned not to. How could they, when normally it was reserved for more private situations, those that only took place behind locked doors in the privacy of their own bedroom? Surely, something as innocuous as a talent show wouldn’t be enough to cause their body to react that way… and yet, that was certainly a sudden sensation of tightness around their rump, not to mention the unmistakable feeling of having something wedge itself between their cheeks. The jury didn’t notice it, at least not as quickly as Dray did, and sadly for everyone in the auditorium, the version of Dray that did realize what was happening was not the one in charge of the rest of their body, but rather the caged sense of self that had willfully secluded itself in the deepest reaches of the deer’s mind; the rest of them, the bits that were actually moving and now growing, were still dancing, still going, and the longer they were, the longer they bathed in the pleasure of the serotonin high that could only come with external validation, the worse the problem became. Soon enough the first tears were opened in the fabric, and from there was a very short step to having the whole outfit began to rip apart at the seams, no longer able to hold itself as Dray’s butt swelled outwards with each rolling of the hips; didn’t take long before the first bit of cheek grazed the floor, and even less before the whole of the deer’s ass was slamming against the wooden boards underneath them whenever they even slightly bent their legs… and there were a lot of opportunities for that to happen, given the sort of song they selected. It wasn’t even on purpose, or at least Dray assumed it wasn’t; never at any point did they imagine they’d derive enough pleasure from dancing in front of judging eyes that they’d trigger their growth gene, so the choice of music was just because they happened to like shaking their booty by default. Now, however, now they had their bottom fully exposed to the world and showing no signs of stopping, now they were succumbing to the beat and allowing their bottom half to burgeon outwards with no regard for their safety or that of others. It wasn’t just the ass either; it’d already be bad enough if their asscheeks alone were the ones to pack on mass, but that just wouldn’t do, not when they had legs, not when they had thighs that could be fattened as mass was pumped into them, not when they had hips that could be widened as well. Their whole body was designed to be asymmetrical, this much Dray knew; its default state, or at least what should be its default state if the deer didn’t spend so much time denying their own desires, would be one where their torso and upper body barely accounted for a tenth of their full weight, if even that much. Their dream form, the one that they should be parading out in public every day, was possessed of a lower half so engorged and thickened that it looked to belong to some other, far bigger deer creature that Dray’s upper half was glued onto, piloting it like some odd form of biomechanical suit. They could see it already: an ass so wide that not only did it take up the whole sidewalk, but intruded upon the street so much that cars had to veer off not to hit it, with thighs so deliciously engorged and soft that one could wrap their arms around one and still not be able to touch the tips of their fingers together; they could see it, growing still, becoming fatter and heavier with each step as the motions made that titanic dumptruck of a rear become even greater and more excessive… and they were making it happen. The more they thought about it, the more Dray focused on that mental image, the same one that they oft resorted to whenever they were alone with their hands between their legs, the more it was made a reality thanks purely to the arousal its mere existence caused; it wouldn’t be the first time that the deer locked themselves in their room and tried to reach the size either, given their unique penchant for growth whenever they let themselves be consumed by their own lust. Certainly wouldn’t be the first time that they succeeded either; there was a very good reason why Dray had moved most of their actual valuable possessions to a secondary room across the hallway in their home, because once the growth started, it was impossible to stop, especially once they felt two different walls at the same time. More than once, they would fall into a fugue state, barely cognizant of what they were doing, and only wake up an hour later, their hands and arms numb, their ass so big that it covered literally the entire floor of their bedroom, forcing the deer’s back against the ceiling… and it was this mental image that followed Dray all throughout the rest of the performance, for they’d realized that what they had done all those times hadn’t been to make their ass as big as room.

They had filled all available space with ass and thigh. And they were about to do it again.

It was so simple, and yet it made so much sense. They didn’t grow to a specific size, they just kept growing until they ran out of room in which to do so… and given just how large the auditorium was, there was a lot of potential there for them and their butt to finally become what they were always meant to be. No thought was paid to the fact that their ass was already so large that even if Dray stood up with their back straight, both cheeks would still drag along the ground, nevermind the fact that whenever they moved they were liable to cause structural damage to the building around them; similarly, not a single second was wasted thinking about how they were both completely naked and increasingly so, with every second that passed adding so many inches to each of those plump pillows on their rear that they might as well have been placed under a growth ray. No, the only thing worth paying attention to was the increasingly large amounts of mass that they could feel there, jiggling and wobbling aggressively whenever they moved, mass that only grew more substantial as the music was allowed to carry on; the jury either didn’t care about what they were seeing or were actively looking to foster it, seeing as Dray hadn’t heard a peep coming out of them. Certainly couldn’t be because everyone realized what was happening and immediately ran out of the building the moment after, absolutely not; it had to be because they were so dumbstruck by the sight that words failed them, leaving them rooted to their seats and unable to escape the avalanche of ass… which, to be fair, was entirely true for some of the stragglers who dared to look back a second time, to watch as what was once a perfectly unassuming rear had taken over the stage completely, and was well on its way to spill over and flatten the first row of seats. That is, before it moved onto the second, the third, then onwards and upwards until the two cheeks were pressing against both side walls of the auditorium and the ceiling simultaneously, causing the whole structure to rumble and quake as it was slowly broken apart from the inside like a fragile eggshell. An apt comparison, given how Dray themselves looked at it; from how the deer saw it, the building was less a goal to be met and more of a restrictive cocoon from where they should break free from. A space to fill, yes, but there was a whole world out there, a wide-open world that just begged for a literal mountain of deer butt to bless it with its presence, a whole world that would surely not mind too much if Dray decided to just splurge out a bit, to let go of their constant worries and just… grow. It was certainly a lot more pleasurable than they expected it to be; really, all that was necessary for them to have surrendered all shame completely and suddenly things were just so much simpler! No concerns, no double-checking, no second-guessing themselves, just the music, the beat, and the sensation of their ass growing with every moment that passed. They weren’t even dancing anymore; hard to, when a single cheek was already bigger than their whole apartment, leaving them to be buried underneath a mounting weight of deer butt that could only ever become heavier. Not that Dray minded; hell, as far as they cared, they could be completely consumed by their own ass and they’d just demand for it to go larger still, because clearly if it was that big, then it could go just a little bit bigger. Did it matter that they could hear the auditorium crashing all around them? Did it matter that the panicked screams coming from the outside were intermingling with emergency sirens as the town was mobilized to deal with a mounting mountainous problem? Of course not; the only thing that mattered was growing, growing some more, and not once thinking about stopping, not until everything was blessed with the sight and touch of their butt.

And soon enough, this dream would become a reality. As the walls crumbled around them and the cold night air began rushing in, making good use of their ass’ increased sensitivity, all Dray could think about was how lucky they were to have a body so responsive to their needs… and how lucky everyone else was for being there to witness the deer’s ascension from so close up. It was a boon, really, a divine gift bestowed upon the crowd, and soon enough the rest of the town, the rest of the state, and eventually, the rest of the world.

First things first, though, baby steps and all that; before anything else, Dray had to get up, as otherwise the show wouldn’t be complete. They had, after all, gone there to dance the night away, so it wouldn’t do to just give up so close to the finish line.

Besides, how else was he supposed to share the bounty with everyone else?