Heavy Demolition - Part 3 [1/2] (Patreon Commission for MephistonOwl)

TAGS: Literally Explosive Climax, Hyper, Hyper Cock/Balls, Hyper Breasts, Growth/Pent-up Growth, Asteroid Cracking (Yes)

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To say that the company must’ve been blessed by Lady Luck would be an understatement. The constant flirting with danger and unregulated practices, the dangerously high number of close calls, the near misses, the flooding and the complete disregard for basic biology, somehow the mining company Baha was employed with managed to find a way to turn their woes into yet more business opportunities. Even after their first official use of the horse’s unique capabilities nearly ended in a complete failure, and even then required the intervention of an adult movie star, something that left the Board of Directors so mortified when they found out that at least one had to be driven to the nearest hospital, the books balanced out in the end… even if by complete accident. While the original target for the demolition was suitably burst into pieces from the force of impact, the collateral damage that came from the excessive release turned out to work in the company’s favour; the moon that was accidentally cracked open wasn’t owned by anyone, as previous prospecting teams had failed to ascertain the existence of any valuable deposits, leaving it up for claiming for anyone who wanted to pay the rather measly sums involved. For a short while, the mining conglomerate even considered ignoring it and just leaving the destroyed planetary body there as a sort of tourist attraction; that is, of course, until an exploratory probe discovered that not only did the moon’s core miraculously survive the full force of the impact, leaving only the rest of its mass shattered, but said (now easily accessible) core was made out of solid iron-nickel alloy of a purity rarely ever seen in the wild! Preliminary tests revealed that the market worth of all that metal would be enough to actually cause a serious dent in the overall commodity prices if it were to be fully offloaded; even with careful management of stock, it was still more than enough to send profits soaring through the roof for the company at large, prompting their legal teams to work overtime to try and purchase exploration rights to the moon before anyone found out that it was such a valuable asset. Thankfully, they had a convenient excuse: their employee had accidentally blown it apart, so it was only fair that they at least try and see if they could make something useful out of it. Before anyone knew it, the mining mega-conglomerate had secured for themselves a source of income so unbelievably fortuitous that the Board was willing to look in the other direction when it came to Sorana and her involvement in the operation, on the condition that the team on the ground keep the whole thing under wraps as well. All in all, a victory for everyone involved… the two larger individuals especially. Through perhaps the mutual understanding that could only come with the sort of explosive release that they shared, both Baha and Sorana found that they actually enjoyed one another’s company quite a bit more than expected; her presence was, after all, only requested because she was seen as the team’s last hope for getting the horse to blow properly, and was expected to leave just as quickly as she arrived. Instead, she chose to remain behind for a while, ostensibly to make sure that her “talents” hadn’t done anything to Baha that might end up jeopardizing his ability to crack asteroids and smaller moons using only the force of his climax; nominally quite graceful and noble of her, if not for the fact that it was little more than an excuse for the two of them to lock themselves in Baha’s room and spend hours doing gods know what in there. Speculation ran rampant among the crew, and it only got worse once the medical reports became common knowledge; the staff physicians’ full check-up of the horse after the last detonation revealed some truly astounding changes to Baha’s biology, and while initially the results were locked behind multiple security clearances, those things always had a way of worming through holes and into people’s ears whenever upper management least expected it. Granted, perhaps it would’ve been best if Baha hadn’t been hidden away from everyone to try and hide the obvious changes; his absence was almost instantly noted, and no one bought the official line that he was simply “resting”, and-or “preparing for the next job”, depending on which foreman they happened to talk to. Even when those in charge relented and began openly distributing the formerly-classified information, however, there were still those who found it difficult to accept without some kind of visual confirmation; even Sorana’s reluctant admission that it was entirely true was seen as suspect by some, since obviously she had ample reasoning to try and cover up whatever the truth might be with a pointless veil of mysticism. In reality, however, everything the workers read in the medical reports was absolutely true: Baha did indeed undergo a growth spurt as a result of his previous release, and not just below his legs either. Whatever the process had done to him, it was clear that allowing the horse to go pent-up for so long had backfired tremendously, the hormone storm caused by his unwillingness, and later inability to achieve climax having led to him gaining nearly three feet in height over the course of the following weeks, as his body inexplicably began to bulk up; the closest the doctors could come to was calling it a second puberty, but even that didn’t exclaim the frankly ludicrous gains that Baha underwent, even for someone of his species. If he was already one of the biggest workers in the team, he was left positively gigantic, easily to the point where his shoulders no longer fit through the company-regulation airlocks anymore, and that’s assuming he bent down to get his head through the openings to begin with; his strength had improved as well, and more than once the equine was left without anything to sit on after he failed to hold himself back and accidentally flattened whatever reinforced chair or sofa he happened to be on. Even worse, while the growth had mostly stabilized, it hadn’t actually stopped; according to the physicians’ projections, the most likely scenario would have Baha putting on an additional five feet, along with accompanying muscle mass, over the course of the next six months or so, leaving him as a true behemoth, one that the company would have to do something about, as they’d no longer be capable of working in any of their facilities. It was, therefore, fitting that this was still somehow the least of the team’s concerns, for, as befitting someone like Baha, the real problem was still down below, between his increasingly trunk-thick legs. That his previous climax had been explosive was no secret; most of the instruments involved in measuring it had either broken or failed to register the results properly as they had gone off the scale, with the aftermath really speaking for itself: a cracked asteroid and a burst moon a few light-seconds apart. That Baha would most likely gain some size in his package was a given, just like he had before; in fact, the team was counting on it, with the foremen in charge of the project considering it an acceptable trade-off for what they saw as a revolutionary new mining method. What no one could have predicted, however, was just how much more size would end up being deposited in the horse’s cock and especially his nuts, nor how hyperactive the latter would turn out to be once they were allowed to recover from days and weeks of being blue-balled. At that moment, Baha was wearing a set of compressor underwear that his team had bought from a company that specialized in the “size maintenance” of plus-sized hypers; it was the strongest grade of equipment they had, designed to hold back those whose forms were so massive that they were a legitimate concern for everyone around them, the sort of overgrown hyper that very occasionally cropped up as a result of a genetic abnormality stacking with itself in odd ways. At that moment, Baha’s underwear were tuned to provide the highest level of compression possible, one that allowed him to (somewhat) walk around comfortably, even if he had to waddle; and, at that moment, the equine’s nuts were both still so large that he had to carefully move his legs so he could drag them behind him, each one so utterly stuffed and bloated that the top of their curvature nearly reached to the middle of his back! This was to say nothing of his shaft, which, even when fully confined within the bulge pocket created specially for it, was still longer than Baha’s torso, and about as thick as it was for good measure; that this was his smallest size, the shape his body took when it was both emptied out and had several layers of dimensional distortions placed over it, did not escape the horse’s attention, nor did it fail to elicit feelings of dread and panic in the team’s foremen and doctors whenever they bothered to think about it. The sheer scale of what they were dealing with, who they were dealing with, was precisely why they did nothing to stop Sorana from just having her way with her newest lover: she was the only one who could ever even hope to keep him contained. To her credit, it wasn’t all about the sex; initially, at least, there was a long period where she and Baha actually sat down to talk about things other than how much they wanted to plow one another, and while their backgrounds were so different as to make certain topics simply unnaproachable, they found that their companionship was far more pleasurable than they were ever willing to give it credit for. At times, the thought of carnal self-indulgence barely even grazed their minds; Sorana would sit on Baha’s lap, content in being the smaller one for once, and the two would exchange sweet nothings, speaking of topics that mattered very little and were only there as a gateway to future foreplay. It certainly helped that the horse was, to put it lightly, acquainted with the sort of work the bear was mostly known for; it took him a while to admit this, even if it was blatantly obvious, and oddly enough it led down a series of conversations where he opened up to Sorana about how close he had been to entering the industry himself, before a friend of his found him a better-paying position mining asteroids out in the boonies… and the rest was history, really. Sorana herself had plenty of stories to regale her boytoy with however, and was more than happy to share whatever tales the equine wished to hear; more often than not, she needed to stop herself and remind Baha that she wasn’t actually embellishing anything she was telling him, for it was only after recounting some of the ridiculous misadventures that she’d been involved with that the bear began to realize how utterly unlikely most of them sounded. It was enough to get her to cackle at times, especially when it came time to using her talents in order to “spice up” recording sessions, and all the (un)fortunate mishaps that came with that; more than once, Baha made overt comments about how he wished he’d been there, the slight glimmer in his eyes instantly betraying just what he was actually thinking whenever he said that. To her credit, not once did Sorana leave her lover anything remotely close to unsatisfied; not only would it be unbelievably rude on her part, but there was a legitimate concern on her end that, were she to blueball the horse at that stage, the results might be literally explosive, and the last thing she needed was that weighing on her mind. Besides, teasing the climax out of Baha was fun… very fun. Destructive, often to the point where Sorana had to be reminded that her job was to keep the horse stable and not blow up his containment room, but still fun; watching his body react to her ministrations was something that the bear could do all day long, especially when the two broke the first limits on the compression gear and all the pent-up, backed-up swelling that Baha was “suffering” from spilled forth into realspace. That was usually their warning for when they had to stop and actually relieve some pressure, but on occasion, the budding couple enjoyed going just a little bit further, enough that sensors spread across the mining base started to complain about vibrations that shouldn’t be there, or temporal distortions that shouldn’t happen anywhere outside the orbit of a black hole. The two usually scraped a couple of minutes of really scandalous fun during these occasions before they were reminded not to push the line further, at which point the solution was to fuck anyway, which made a win-win scenario in both their books; it wasn’t as if the mining team had any other option for dealing with their coworker’s new needs, not without resorting to the same person which had helped bring Baha to the state that he was in. Sorana had inadvertently made herself indispensable, and while she had never expected this turn of events, suddenly finding herself confined to a remote mining base out of her own free will didn’t sound so bad if she got to share the experience with a hunk like Baha; the horse, for his part, was equally as enthusiastic about the entire affair, if not more so, especially once it became clear that his body wasn’t going to start backing up like it used to before that gorgeous, beautiful woman showed up. Maybe it would, if Sorana were to leave, but as long as she was there the equine didn’t have to worry about it; only the structural stability of his room, which felt as if it was constantly under siege and just about to break apart at any moment, courtesy of the simple fact that neither he nor his lover were about to hold back whenever they got together. What would be the point of Baha being that big and Sorana having the abilities she did if they didn’t put both of those things to good use? It’d be like having a meal filled with the greatest banquet one could imagine, only to deliberately restrict oneself to the cheap entrées the host bought from a store because they forgot to prepare some for the feast: ridiculous, wasteful, and downright idiotic. Thankfully, the bear was more than capable of keeping their “encounters” contained, even if she adored to see how far she could push the line without it breaking completely; more than once, as her moans were heard across the facility, so too did its hull’s plating creak and moan menacingly, the shockwaves created by whatever it was the bear was doing to her wonderful boytoy being so powerful that they threatened to literally shake the entire mining base apart… yet never did so, seemingly capable of reaching that line without ever quite crossing it. The foremen were quite adamant that she should stop doing this, as eventually the vulnerabilities caused by the constant warping would add up and lead to a catastrophic failure, but they knew they were powerless; they could certainly suggest that Sorana take it easy, they could ask her to keep to her word and not constantly try and push the limits on what she and Baha could do, but ultimately, they didn’t have the resources needed to enforce their will, and Sorana both knew this and had more than enough motivation to make good use of it for her own ends. Her and the man responsible for the mess in the first place, who by that point didn’t really care about what happened to whatever facility he was in; with the rate things were going at, he’d need to be transported elsewhere eventually, because the room he was in at the time was quickly becoming inadequate for the sort of growing body he had. This was made patently obvious whenever he released the right amount of restraints needed to let his cock actually stand up to full mast so that Sorana could make good use of it; even through the haze of lust and the copious amounts of magical seals that the bear kept up in order to prevent disaster, Baha had to admit that the sounds of bent, warping metal were starting to scare him, especially since there was nothing there to prevent a breach from going full critical, sending him careening into the depths of space. It was, also, a slightly obstacle in the way of his and the bear’s enjoyment, as while they liked to believe that they didn’t care about anything or anyone, it was also evident that neither of them had truly gone full tilt yet, as they both knew that doing so would inevitably cause the containment room to break in half. It was, thus, with a great deal of joy that Baha was informed that the mining team had been assigned to a new job, one that, according to the official communication at least, would serve to “confirm the results obtained from the first experiment”. Why exactly the company needed yet more confirmation that their employee was fully capable of using his cock to shatter planetary bodies was anyone’s guess, but as soon as the full details were given, and the classification of the next target provided, everyone involved realized just what sort of expectations had been laid out for them, because they weren’t going to crack open a rock: they were contracted to destroy a gas giant. Now, this sort of operation wasn’t usually one that fell to demolitions teams; normally, and seeing as gas giants were primarily made out of, well, gas, the task was relegated to long-term siphoning facilities, atmospheric platform arrays that would, over the course of a few decades, slowly strip away the gas giant they were placed in, layer by layer, until they reached outer liquid core, at which point a different team would be brought in to drain it in order to expose the solid core. It was an extremely long-term process, owing to both the size of the bodies involved and the kinds of forces that one would have to deal with when trying to forcefully extract their mass; it wasn’t unheard of for dozens of siphoning stations to just be wiped out in a particularly harsh storm, or the outer core draining operations to go up in flames because of a leak, to say nothing of the absolute nightmare that was trying to break apart the inner core, or the damage done to gravity wells and asteroid prevention in whatever system the operation took place. All in all, a project that only a well-established company would ever dream of undertaking and even then one that was all-but guaranteed to run at a deficit for a good few years before finally turning a profit; hence the overall confusion amidst the mining team members, who couldn’t possibly see how they were supposed to employ their newest strategy to beat that challenge in particular. Some went so far as to suggest that their company was deliberately setting them up for failure, that despite the three consecutive success stories under their belts, the Board of Directors was far more interested in holding onto old, near-obsolete methods because they found the new one to be disagreeable, or something of the sort. The foremen, in sharp contrast, were of the opposite belief: that the Board was so excited about this new methodology that, being a bunch of executives in a posh meeting room somewhere far away from any mining operation, they collectively decided it made perfect sense to try and crack open a gas giant using a physical payload. It’d make sense for them, seeing as most of them didn’t have any relevant degrees and got their positions by doing literally anything other than working with actual mining, but regardless of the motivation, the end result was the same: they were expected to do for a gaseous colossus what they did for a small, rocky moon or asteroid, and all within a timeframe of no more than six standard months. Thankfully, the newest facility had already been prepared for them, a massive orbital installation several thousand miles above the top layer of the giant’s atmosphere, designed to provide for the crew’s every need for the duration of the operation; unlike every other facility the miners had been in, this one had actual amenities in there, such as beds that weren’t designed primarily to save on space, and a rec room whose televisions could pick up on galactic broadcasts that weren’t several standard days out of synch, not to mention proper individual bathrooms as opposed to the communal mess they had to deal with most of the time. The greatest surprise, however, was a secondary addition to the structure that hadn’t been in the original plans, a two-part structure dedicated to both housing Baha and providing a proper firing platform for him: above, a colossal warehouse connected to the main central spire and jutting out at an angle that made the entire thing look perilously unbalance, designed to serve as Baha’s private room-slash-workstation, and below, an impressive, kilometer-long structure the engineers in charge of building took to calling “the barrel”. The former was large enough that he could afford to walk around without having to worry about bumping into anything, reinforced enough that whatever his body could dish out, the structural frame could handle it. For safety’s sake, it came installed with a myriad of redundant draining and pumping systems, just to make sure that it would never get flooded should the worst happen, and above all, it was soundproofed, at least around where it connected to the rest of the station, giving the rest of the crew some much-needed rest from the roaring, growling and neighing that had consistently haunted half of their waking hours. The latter, however, was far more impressive despite being significantly more spartan and utilitarian; build underneath the main housing area and accessible only via a cargo lift (serving as a “just in case” precaution for if Baha ever bloated too much for regular transportation), its purpose was to serve as a firing platform for the cracking operation. As such, it was less bolted onto the bottom of the structure above it and more rolling along a series of adjustable rails that allowed it to point at just about any direction, provided the station itself tilted if need be. The interior was simple in its design, yet ingenious: most of the structure itself was inaccessible, being little more than a tube into which Baha could stick his cock into, with the “chamber”, as it was, being a relatively small room with just enough space for a comfortable chair, a TV bolted to the ceiling, and a small refrigerator for snacks and refreshments. It wasn’t cramped by any means, but it was clear that its purpose was to hold the horse in place while the automated mechanisms ensured his package was handled properly, as from there on out, there would be no more manual handling; not only was it seriously hazardous to everyone involved, but the amount of rules and regulations that it broke was so high that it almost gave the inspectors a conniption when they were bribed to look the other way. It was genuinely cheaper to install a high-tech system of mechanical arms, purpose-built to carefully guide Baha’s dick into the “barrel”, where a long series of adjustable cockrings would then hold him in place and “prepare” him for release. The idea was that, once the equine was on his seat and ready to go, the compressor field keeping him contained could be turned off, allowing his cock to fill up a good chunk of the metallic tube, while two collapsible sections of the floor would handle the excess weight of his cumtanks. All the while, the horse himself could be peacefully watching television while sipping on a cold drink or enjoying a light meal, keeping him in the best state of mind possible to ensure the best results… at least in theory. There was a significant chunk of money invested into the facility, all of which was thrown at it with the understanding that the investment would be recouped and the orbital station itself reused for future operations; at the very least, the sight of it all was enough to convince the mining team that the Board was actually serious about them detonating the planet below it… which didn’t bode well, as everyone present knew for a fact such a thing wasn’t possible. They could try to hide it, try to talk to a couple of company reps in a way that made it clear they were set up to accomplish a task that couldn’t be done, but regardless of anyone and everyone’s apprehension, the orders were clear: they had, at most, six months to clear the way to the core of the gas giant. The reason for this was simple as well, as a prospecting team had recently discovered that, rather than the usual combination of heavier, denser metals, that particular planetary body had an inner core made entirely out of diamond; while it didn’t fetch as much of a price in the luxuries market as it used to, the industrial applications of it were still vast enough that, were it to be properly harvested, it’d turn an even bigger profit than the accidental discovery of the iron-nickel core back in the last mining operation. Really, the more the team learned about their assignment, the more they came to understand the weight of the responsibilities placed on their shoulders, and the more they came to dread how Baha and Sorana seemed more interested in “testing out” their new dormitory than they were in coming up with solutions to a seemingly insurmountable problem. The horse honestly didn’t care; for once, he had enough room that he could afford to stretch out his limbs and do whatever he wanted without having to worry about being spaced, and after the bear made her way over to the landing pad and negotiated her way back to him, there weren’t a lot of reasons holding the two back from experiencing their company like they should have been all that time. Reinforced metal plating, a facility designed to withstand high impacts, and they had months to build on their relationship; really, it’d be downright criminal for them not to immediately strip and get down to business… for several hours, without stop, even when someone knocked on the door to let them know that their presence was required in the control room.