Layers - Part 4 (Commission for JackieShark)

TAGS: Meta Narrative/In-Universe Meta, Growth/Expansion, Hyper, Hyper Breasts/Butt, Curvaceous, Compressors, Milk/Lactation

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There was something to be said about the aesthetics involved with having a shark pinned down by a series of orbs, something that left the AI wondering whether or not she should even bother with tuning things back down as opposed to letting them run wild; after all, who was there to stop her from simply taking control of the plot? The other writer, for one, even if they were having some trouble finding their footing for some inexplicable reason; balances issues aside, however, the lynx wasn’t going to sit there and take it while Sara overran the carefully-planned-for climax with a complete disregard for narrative payoff, especially not when they were retreading on old ground. True enough, to be fair. As much as the “bluebelly” look was something that both the AI and sharkess quite enjoyed on a deep, almost spiritual level, they had indeed already done that before, and on a level more intimate than could be arranged in a simple changing room. Besides, there was always another outlet for that particular kink, one whose body had been siphoning juice and mass to round itself out without even realizing it was happening, even when it made typing exceptionally difficult. It was frankly trivial for Sara to wield her authorial powers to make the changes needed to simply transfer all that wonderfully sloshing volume from the shark to the lynx, as she had previously, but there was something else that could be done, assuming the AI was serious about maintaining the initial aesthetics of one being immobilized by spheres. There was, ultimately, enough juice in Jackie’s belly that the same trick they used back at the transport shuttle would work wonders, and while it too was a repeat of something the duo had tried before, it would leave the sharkess stranded atop three rows of milkers, a number that left Sara’s processors loopy when they tried to visualize it, unable to fully comprehend the rush of emotions that came along with that mental image. In fact, the AI couldn’t be bothered to wait, even when she knew that failing to do so might warrant the lynx’s intervention; by that point, all she wanted was to see Jackie grow, to see her body bloat and expand in ways that defied conventional explanation, to wield her godlike powers within the narrative to provide her friend with their every fantasy. Thus it was that Sara snapped her fingers, giddily giggling all the while, and thus it was that, in just a moment, the belly the shark had been lying upon vanished, most of its mass instantly repurposed into a third set of mammaries; it was a testament to how immense it was that there was still enough left after creating this additional row that there was still enough left to give all six of Jackie’s udders a couple of extra feet in diameter on top of it all, a boost that was mirrored on her asscheeks for good measure… not to mention all the blueberry juice that was oh-so-conventionally moved somewhere else, into someone that not only failed to notice that it had happened, but was by that point effectively unable to interfere anymore, at least in any meaningful way. A confusing statement, and one directed at someone the lynx was entirely unaware of, but ultimately the the cat had gotten what they wanted: Jackie, left stranded on a throne of her own breastflesh, her body so pathetically tiny compared to the vast amounts of boob underneath her that one could be forgiven for missing it entirely. Buried beneath an ass that only seemed to be getting bigger by the second somehow, and held aloft by six dairy production plants that could outstrip even the biggest industrial arcology in the sector, it was only a matter of time before the dimensional distortions keeping the changing room in one piece fell apart completely. Thankfully, the helpful AI was there to provide an answer to the dilemma, in the form of a brand new and improved compression jacket that she had fashioned from thin air because she was the one writing the story, and could therefore do things like that. With the initial contract having given the lynx full control over anything that directly happened to the sharkess, there really was nothing stopping Sara from willing convenient McGuffins into existence whenever required; unlike the stuffy lynx, she had no compunctions with obliterating any semblance of sense and logic if only it meant progressing the debauchery. Thus, the AI walked straight into the changing room and began the hard climb over the ever-growing mounds of lactic goodness that insisted on becoming bigger far faster than she could ever hope to reach their summit, creating a vicious cycle that would ultimately be broken when the AI miraculously reached the top, Jackie just barely within sight underneath the vast mounds of pudge that her ass had become; a sad fate for the eternal exponential expansion, but hopefully the last time the lynx dared to interfere with how things were supposed to go. Still, Sara supposed that making Jackie mobile again would be the best way to get them to keep moving forward, restarting the process which had left the shark an enormous blob of curves to begin with; Jackie herself seemed to think so too, as she was practically begging for the jacket to go on her so she could “grow more” and “get bigger”, as well as many other things which left the AI feeling like she should be able to blush. Putting the item of clothing on was easy enough, as it should be given its nature as a convenient plot device, and in the span of a few short seconds, the sharkess was ready to walk again, her body having been shrunk back down… to just bigger than it had been when she first walked into the store. Time had, after all, passed, and thus it only made sense that, even with a piece of compressor wear strong enough to hold back what the last one couldn’t, Jackie was simply too big for it to do anything other than the bare minimum; thus, while the plot allowed her to move, even if just barely, she was still left with three rows of tits that were each about twice as wide as Jackie herself was tall, with an ass that somehow managed to beat that on a per-cheek basis, once more leaving the sharkess trapped in the folds of her own warmth. Not that she minded, of course; feeling the ground underneath her again let her know that she could return to marching forwards, even without any set goal in mind anymore, and wouldn’t she know it, the growth process was still there! But it shouldn’t be; she was already not big enough, obviously. There was no such thing as big enough, not in this story, not in Sara’s story on how Jackie attained her dream size and then kept going regardless. Tim might have thought themselves in control, but frankly, given the amount of blueberry juice multiplying within their belly, and just how stuffed they were already, it was a miracle they could even think at all! Clearly, their mental fortitude was far more powerful than Sara had given them credit for, which was exactly why the AI decided that now would be a great time for the lynx’s bluebelly to truly come into its own; why bother pretending that things were anywhere close to under control when she had already pulled the rug out from under the growing kitten? Why bother acting like the lynx was still a co-author when in reality they had been successfully imprisoned in a cell of their own making? There was still control to be had, the story couldn’t just go that way! But it did, and that’s all that mattered. Whatever resistance Tim could put up was, at that point, entirely redundant, as their body, now acting at Sara’s behest, had betrayed them entirely. As much as the lynx’s mind might want to focus on regaining some degree of agency over its own fate, very little could be done when each second that passed added who knew how many more gallons of juice onto a belly that had already grown so large, so round, that the cat themselves had been swept off their feet and on top of a juicy throne of their own! Unfortunately, they did still have their tablet on them, yet granting them the ability to be a nuisance to the overall design of the narrative, but thankfully, it was easy enough to just make their belly fill faster, overloading the lynx’s ability to think thanks to them being interminably horny all on their own. No need to further increase their libido, even if Sara could technically do it by that point; just the simple fact that Tim on their own was such a horny beast that they’d happily surrender themselves was enough to leave Sara positively ecstatic, as now she had full control over everyone involved in that hare-brained scheme. Granted, she was going to need to move Tim via the use of convenient off-screen teleportation, but that hardly mattered; the main star of the show, the principal attraction, was still the colossal sharkess making her destructive way to the nearest exit, moaning loudly enough that it was actually quite fortuitous that it was muffled by the copious amounts of ass and tit she was buried under. Were her voice to be heard, her cries processed by the minds of those around her, one could only imagine the effects it might have on whoever was listening; perhaps the growth would spread, giving the AI something to think about… or maybe nothing special would take place beyond a few soiled pairs of underwear. Whatever the case, the climax was fast approaching, as once again the sharkess’ body was improved upon and expanded with every inch she moved: more production for her tits, more size for her bust and butt, until she shouldn’t be capable of moving, yet stubbornly insisted on doing so anyway. The compression jacket was designed with this in mind as well; it would never let Jackie reach a state where it would be physically impossible for her to take another step, but still allowed enough of her to spill out into realspace that, once the shark had reached the shattered remnants of the front door that she had destroyed mere minutes before, she was halfway to the state she had been back in the changing room… while still compressed. The infernal noises emanating from within her milk factories were such that glass was shattered and thinner metal plates began to bend, the shockwaves produced by the rampant, uncontrolled production never stopping as they criss-crossed her form and crashed into one another. Her body was growing, unstoppable in its climb to ever-greater sizes, and to that, Jackie herself could only ever demand more: for every inch she gained, the sharkess willed three more into being purely because she could; for every gallon produced, a hundred more would be stacked on top, an endless cycle where her every moment was spent feeling the effects of her lack of self-control, realizing that was exactly what she wanted, and then actively making the whole process worse. It got so bad that Sara herself began to wonder if she had lost control of her own narrative, at least until it became clear that, absent any kind of guidance on her part, Jackie would never be able to do anything other than lumber on forward without a thought in her mind beyond the need to grow… and they were quickly running out of places to be if they wanted to truly reach their size goals. Thankfully, and quite conveniently, there was one last place in the station that both the shark and the cat could be brought to, a place with enough room in it that Sara could afford to cut loose and give her friend the explosive, unthinkably pleasurable growthgasm that Sara so desperately wanted for herself: the main observation deck. It might not be equipped with the same level of compression tech as the changing room, but seeing as it was built off-set to the rest of the station, accessible only via a long corridor, the builders made it into a grand, almost ludicrously excessive open area… and then turned it into a park, for good measure. Capable of holding thousands of people at any one given time, it was the perfect place for Jackie to go so that they could undergo their final growth burst, and the perfect place for her to be held; this way, anyone coming into the station itself would be given one hell of a view if only they looked at the large dome featuring an overladen sharkess buried underneath three sets of tits and an ass big enough to crush a military combat vessel, as well as her little friend by the side, poor Tim being squeezed against a wall as their body still desperately tried filling itself more and more. Getting to the observation deck was a journey in and of itself, especially now that the lynx was out of the picture and Sara could decide for herself how the story progressed; nothing stopping her from simply declaring that each step the sharkess took added… well, it was hard to come up with numbers when the horny energies were flowing so freely, but the AI figured that each time Jackie moved forward, each of her busts should bloat at least half a dozen cup sizes, their productivity should double up, and her ass should take all this mass and add it to each cheek. This way, not only did it serve as an incentive for Jackie to get to her destination as quickly as possible, wreaking destruction and havoc wherever she went, but it effectively guaranteed that, by the time she did, even the extra-strength compression jacket she was wearing would be unable to hold her back. Just the walk to the observation area itself was indicative of this; not only did Jackie need some plot convenience just so her tits and ass could fit into it, but it was a wonder her growth didn’t crack open the entire connection strut, seeing as every inch of her pushed so heavily against the walls that, if anyone was watching from the outside, they could see the mostly-square panelling bow out and take on a near-perfectly rounded shape. By the end of it, the last few yards were almost impossible for the sharkess to get through; she was too big, too full, too productive, and above all, too horny to do anything other than stand there and beg to be made bigger. She didn’t even need to walk anymore; everything was done entirely via whatever Jackie was thinking, and thus if she wanted bigger tits, her three busts would gain feet upon feet of mass, and if her attention flew over to her ass… well, there was plenty of room behind her now, so there was no reason not to allow it to burgeon outwards until it plugged the entire hallway behind her. But with a couple of good pushes, and plenty of narrative elbow grease, Jackie somehow found her way to the other side, promptly losing her balance the moment her standing was no longer required; the final destination had been reached, the place where the sharkess would be held as the grandiose monument to the AI’s creativity that they deserved to be, and as such, the use of their legs was no longer necessary. With a snap of her fingers, Sara once again placed the shark back where they belonged: far away from the floor, stranded atop their six tits, their torso and head so miniscule compared to the rest of her that, unlike in the changing room, Jackie didn’t even have a small slit through which to observe the outside world. Beneath her, tits and milk, and above her, ass, riding up her back and closing her off from the rest of the universe; and yet, despite this, she still screamed for more, still begged for her body to be made larger, fuller and more perfect than it already was, because really, that was exactly what Sara herself wanted. And what Sara wanted, Sara got, especially now that Tim was no longer in control, especially now that she could decide what happened with the lynx. Another snap of the fingers and there they were, conveniently relocated to another spot in the observation deck; it was so beautiful to see them, doubly so considering how Sara remembered them being: from lithe and stick-like to this colossal behemoth of a juice-stuffed belly with a cat stuck on top, unable to think straight and surrendered completely to the sensations that coursed through them just as easily as the currents roiled inside their gut. Each second that passed only worsened their condition, with gallons upon gallons of blueberry juice multiplying within their stomach and forcing it to grow ever larger and more spacious, just so even more could be made. They’d never be as big as Jackie though; the sharkess was where the AI was placing most of their attention, and indeed it was Sara’s friendship with them that guaranteed the giantess would be the one to receive all the best treatment… but still, if it weren’t for Tim, then Sara wouldn’t have been able to hijack the story and take control the way that she had, so the lynx deserved something of a reward for being such an unwitting enabler. And, seeing as they appeared perfectly happy to just lie there in a corner slowly growing more bloated as they turned into a living blueberry, the AI wasn’t about to interfere with something that wasn’t broken; if anything, it just gave her more time to focus on Jackie, and to perfect the picture that she herself wanted to paint. It was important to place the sharkess where they would be best observed: right in the center of the observation deck, where a small elevation had been used as a picnic area for those wanting to get away from the hustle and bustle of the main station. It was difficult to actually get Jackie to fit properly however, as she didn’t exactly have an easy location from which to arrange their body; had they kept four tits, then at least Sara could’ve aimed the middle of it, but with six… alas, best not go too far, lest it start souring the taste. Besides, Jackie was going to end up being big enough to fill the whole deck, so really, it was just a case of Sara scratching a minor itch on the way to having the main one utterly obliterated. After all, as soon as the sharkess was in place, her tits spilling outwards in every direction as they slowly gained feet after feet in diameter, it was really just a case of… letting go. The compression jacket was still there, and still active despite the strain it was under, but Sara wasn’t in any rush; the goals had been met and now all the AI had to do was sit there and watch as the combined efforts of her mindless self-indulgence and the lynx’s own openness to some degree of debauchery got together to create the perfect time bomb. Jackie herself would be the reason for their ascension, because at that point, their motivation was all that was necessary to make them grow: bigger tits, fatter ass, more milk, three things that were quite simple on their own, but when pushed into the sort of exponential explosion that Sara had set in motion, left the entire station rumbling under the unrelenting onslaught of the seismic shockwaves created by the sharkess’ colossal body. Every second, more of the park was destroyed, trees uprooted and grass obliterated on one end, while on the other the glass dome making up the outer boundary was increasingly threatened by a pair of cheeks that grew dangerously close to it with each passing moment. Every second, the amount of milk produced within those titanic dairy factories was such that it could flood the station twice over, yet Jackie’s nipples still remained dry, unwilling to give up even the smallest fraction of the bounty hidden within. This of course just led to further increased production, to an even hornier sharkess, and to a growth that only became worse and worse the longer Sara willed it to be. The air was filled by the sounds of sloshing, heat rising as the shark’s metabolism skyrocketed, kept alive only through the power of plot convenience; of course Jackie couldn’t collapse under the strain of her own body, not even when each of her breasts was bigger than a house, because that wasn’t the point. The point might’ve once been to take her through a journey of growth and “self-improvement”, as the lynx called it, but that had long-since stopped being relevant or accurate; this was Sara’s show now, and what she wanted was to see Jackie turned into a series of orbs with a sharkess somewhere in the middle of it all, the perfect centerpiece for her collection of one. What Sara wanted was big, and if nothing else, she was delighted that she didn’t have to lift a finger to get it; instead, Jackie was more than happy to stretch her compression gear to the very limit, leaving tears and gashes in the jacket as it released more and more of her true self onto realspace. By the time it began to fail properly, the sharkess had already taken up over half of all available space within the observation deck, with poor Tim having to compete for room when all they had was a comparatively slower-growing belly; Jackie, meanwhile, had her six titanic milkers, an ass that was already pushing against the glass, and a mind that had broken in half from the stimulation. She had a set of busts so immense that the only reason why the station hadn’t been breached was entirely because Sara willed it not to be… and that brought about a few realizations that the AI hadn’t yet experienced. Was she now capable of altering the outside world? Was she now able to direct reality itself outside of what happened to Jackie directly, purely because it tangentially related to the sharkess because of what was happening? If so, then these were wonderful news indeed, and what better way to try it out than by deciding that the observation deck should be made bigger in order to accommodate even more shark inside of it? And goodness, wouldn’t she know it, the damned thing actually got bigger just as she was considering it! Now, obviously, this was the sort of power that most likely would lead to some serious damage to the local area, especially if Sara decided to keep going until the station began to overlap with, say, the nearest planet or other orbital structures, but at that point, the AI didn’t particularly care that much about the consequences of her actions. Only Jackie, only their colossal size, only their ever-growing busts and the ever-fattening rear, only the noises that filled the air and the rumbling that, for some reason, still hadn’t shaken everything apart. On some level, Sara even cared about Tim, enough to bring him over to her own side to serve as a secondary attraction whenever she felt like throwing herself onto a large, fluid-filled belly and just listen to the muffled moans coming from above; it was the least the cat deserved for bringing her onto the path of glory, one that she was going to take until she could walk it no longer. Sara was convinced that, at some point, someone was going to show up and wrest control of the story from her, presumably some sort of law enforcement or whoever else happened to have access to reality-distortion equipment… but until then, why bother holding back? If she had already made herself known, if her presence and threat level were obvious, what reason did she have not to go full tilt? Jackie was clearly enjoying herself, Tim was as well, and Sara herself was somewhere beyond cloud nine, so really, there was only one way to go from there:

Bigger still.