Purchasing Power - Part 3 (Commission for Xilimyth)

TAGS: Chee!, Growth/Expansion, Transformation, Hyper, Milk/Lactation, Cum/Excessive Cum, Multi

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Asking questions was pointless, as not only would her voice utterly deafen anyone that might hear it, but the little ones she could see were far too busy gawping at her to be capable of coherent thought; while this was indeed a pleasant state of affairs, and certainly enough to get Xili to almost resort to pleasuring herself all over again, it put a bit of a damper on her ability to find out where her proverbial treasure trove might be, leaving only one solution: mindless meandering, and leaving her luck to the roll of the dice. It was absurd to think that she could find the warehouse where the shampoo was being kept without some sort of direction, utterly ludicrous to just assume it would be near where she lived as opposed to halfway across the state, but realistic expectations hadn’t stopped her before; if the dracat were intimidated by such insignificant things as conventional logic, she wouldn’t sport quad-nuts, twin-cock and two pairs of breasts, all of which of a size so ridiculously exaggerated that her body looked more akin to an incredibly niche painting for a highly specific kink than it did anything that could even begin to think about existing… but she did exist. She was there, she was real, and she was hungry for more; thus, it only made sense that when she turned towards the city and began marching, the universe would give her some sort of sign for where to go, even if this meant trampling her way through multiple houses to get there. Granted, starting the walk to begin with was the hardest part; with her sack being as heavy as it was, an act as simple as getting her legs around it required a whole lot more engineering work than she initially expected, causing her to lose a good ten minutes in between attempts at contorting herself and the almost irresistible allure of just stopping and rubbing her whole body against two pairs of cumtanks big enough to serve as a throne for her to sit on. Even after getting her legs in place and her feet back on the ground, her balls behind her that time around, there was still the issue of moving; Xili was strong, far stronger than she had any right to be in fact, but the sort of weight she had in those things behind her was… something. Then again, if not for her nuts serving as a counterweight, her breasts would’ve kept her pinned on her front, so in a way, she had to admit it was some rather ingenious design, even if made slightly unbalanced by the two pillars of cockmeat out in front and above her; those things had refused to settle down, even after her mind cleared enough from her climax to actually think properly, leaving her with a couple of rods that were both perpetually slick with cum and pre, and also throbbing loudly enough with each heartbeat for her, and certainly everyone else, to hear. It took a bit before the sound faded into the background, a few minutes where the dracat feared she would completely lose control, but as soon as the noise was packed away, it was time for her to take the plunge: the very first step. It took every ounce of strength she had, as well as a substantial amount of willpower, significantly more than Xili believed she had, but ultimately, the ground eventually shook for entirely different reasons than usual, cracks were opened on the pavement and round near where her paw landed, and the ears of everyone around, the chee included, were thoroughly violated by the churning of cum and slorshing of milk, a cacophony that lasted for far, far longer than the dracat had assumed it would. Yes, she was big, and exceedingly bouncy on top of that, but for the fluids inside of her to be that noisy long after her assets stopped moving around was… well, she wanted to say it was an unwelcome development, but Xili prided herself on not being a consummate liar, and that much applied to herself as well, not just others; to admit to anything else other than a primal, almost animalistic need to hear those sounds again would be a damnable falsehood, and in fact it was this exact same drive that got her to take the second step of the day in her giantess form. Not exactly what she expected to be using as motivation, especially since it created a rather difficult issue to overcome in the form of several dozens of gallons of cum being fired from her cocktips each time she heard her milkiness, but as long as it worked to get her on the move, the dracat wasn’t about to complain. Was it dangerous to everyone around her, not just because of the sheer intensity of volume but also thanks to how distracting it all was? Absolutely; but, at the same time, the whole point of growing the way that she did was to give herself a body that was distracting, not one that’d just be slightly above average. No, that her mere presence alone was enough to leave people weak-kneed was entirely by design, and in fact was nothing short of a complete success as far as Xili was concerned; just about the only negative with the whole process was that dragging her quad-nuts along the ground turned out to be slightly damaging to the landscape, seeing as most roads weren’t built to withstand that sort of weight, but surely the local construction companies would be delighted to have so much work to do repairing water mains and whatnot. Plus, the unending floods caused by her busting the water supply helped keep her pristine and clean, a major issue for someone who, just a few minutes prior, had been caked in cum from head to toe; not that the comparatively minute gouts did much to clean any part of her above the waist, but that’s what the local lake was for, once she got around to visiting it. Given that it was a Sunday, there were sure to be plenty of people there, just waiting for an opportunity to meet a goddess such as herself… just like all those little ones congregated around her paws, actually! She hadn’t noticed them before, mostly thanks to having her tits in the way, but a chance glance downwards revealed that there was a significant crowd gathering around her, owing to her being so slow with each step that they actually managed to keep up; she could hear their voices clamouring for her, and though the intensity of it was undeniable, not a single one seemed possessed of the slightest hint of hostility. Rather, the tones were a mixture of arousal and supplication, with it taking some time before Xili understood just what exactly she was listening to: worship, active worship on the part of people who she used to consider her neighbors, utterly regular, boring, monotonous normal people who the dracat could never have imagined possessed minds capable of appreciating a form as beautiful as her own. For once, she was happy to be proven wrong, especially when a few of them tried to climb onto her nuts in an effort to “commune” with their goddess more closely; the stimulation that came with having a good dozen or so people desperately cling onto one of the most sensitive parts of her body was nothing if not mind-numbing, enough for the chee’s eyes to want to roll upwards into her skull, kept in check only by Xili herself forcing her mind to stay focused, away from the notion of succumbing to the constant hits of serotonin wanting to bring it back down to a more base level. There would be time for that later, to be sure; eventually, she would reach some sort of repository for the growth substance, and then she could afford to completely lose it without any regard for her personal safety, but for that to happen she had to wait, she had to be patient about it and not focus entirely on instant gratification the way she was used to. This was, of course, much easier said than done when she had an increasingly large number of people try to climb onto her body, many of whom were quite loud and clear about their intentions, leaving her increasingly more flustered and with a more potent blush with each time she bothered to pay enough attention to parse their words; it was an interesting conundrum, in that the dracat didn’t want to ignore her newest worshippers, but knew that it was what she needed to do in order to accomplish her goal: yet another step. The trail of destruction wrought by the giantess extended from her home all the way over to the end of her suburbs, a path normally travelled only by cars or particularly enthusiastic joggers; now, however, where there once had been a road, pavement and front yards was nothing but a deep, milk-filled trench, carved out by a colossal dracat whose proportions only became more exaggerated with each minute that passed. It felt as if her physical form was reminding her that it existed to be pleasured, that it was there so that she could enjoy it, not for her to ignore in search of a higher goal; she was going to stop, sit down, and use her hands for something other than balance, and if it took growing to remind Xili of that, then grow her body would. It took all of her remaining force of will for the chee not to let go of whatever remained of her sanity, for her to hold onto the one, singular goal of finding more of the substance that triggered her growth spurt, in the hopes that maybe then she could finally let loose entirely; it also took out her entire neighborhood, the one adjacent to it in the direction of downtown, and at least a couple of city blocks before it became too much for Xili to handle. She was stuck, with a set of highrises on either side of her, quad-nuts thoroughly stuffed, breasts threatening to tip her over with the amount of milk inside of them, her body groaning and creaking ominously as all energy was sapped from her legs. She knew, then, what was going to happen, and smiled; so much hard work put towards chasing down the one thing that could make it all so much better, and in the end, her very body refused to let her finish the job. It wanted more, much more, as was clear from the two seams forming around the circumference of both her cumtanks and udders, heralding another multiplication that was sure to leave her unable to move properly; if only it had happened sooner, back when she had more room to work with, rather than in the tight, constricting confines of the city streets… but hell, at least here she’d have plenty of things to pave over.

Curiously, what happened afterwards took Xili for a spin, for the chee had been expecting the division to take place much like it had previously: a split in mass, resulting in an increase in numbers while her overall heft remained much of the same, even if it would eventually, and inevitably, fill up again and result in her being much larger. That time, however, the seams pushing into her didn’t proceed as quickly as before, taking their time to dig deeper and deeper still, far more than they should be capable of… that is, until the dracat realized that the seams themselves were actually immobile, and what was happening was her assets were growing over the damned things instead! Rather than the mitosis line cutting through her, it was her body that overflowed, resulting in her tits and balls doubling up in number without losing a single inch in their overall size! To say that this left her somewhat rattled would be an understatement; when her gigantic breasts fell down onto her chest, their immense weight slapping so heavily against it that the chee had all the air in her lungs pushed out of her for long enough to create a powerful vacuum, the only reason she didn’t instantly tip over and smush whatever was in front of her were the counterweights behind her, the eight titanic cum factories stuck firmly to the ground, producing their creamy contents at such an absurd rate that it was a wonder that they weren’t bursting from the pressure alone… especially since the number of dicks she sported had remained unchanged, with only two of them to vent all of the excess spunk building up inside of her. That is, until she began paying attention to the signals her body was giving her; granted, it was easy to ignore them when she had so many other things to focus on, but after the initial pleasure wave was done and over with, and her mind could narrow done on any one thing without immediately veering off to the realms of carnal self-indulgence, there was definitely something off about the way her sheaths felt. They were hardened, not plump and soft like before, yet when she brought her hand to them, Xili found their heft to be just as malleable as it used to be; it was only after a few more seconds of trying to explain what she was feeling that the dracat came to realize that she wasn’t feeling hard, she was experiencing more pressure, just like the one battling for dominance in her eight cumtanks. Though difficult to parse, through the turbulent maelstrom of sensations competing for her attention, it was clear that something was emerging from within the depths of her twin sheaths, and given the sort of transformative growth that her body had gone through, Xili knew exactly what she was going to see in just a couple of minutes’ time; still didn’t make it any less pleasurable when she had her suspicions confirmed, and her already-enormous cockholsters were stretched out even more to make way for not one, but two additional rods per each one, leaving her twice triple-barrelled with two triangle formations of cocks! It was an odd number, given the amount of balls she was dragging behind herself, but surely this was just a temporary state; eventually, she would multiply yet again, double up once more, and then her body would need even more dicks in order to deal with the amount of cum inside of her nuts, prompting a further division and a cycle that would just keep repeating itself forevermore. She wasn’t even thinking about what she had at that exact moment: not the milk-stuffed udders covering most of her front down to her paws, not the throne of nutflesh upon which she was sitting without even having realized she’d done so, not even the six dicks that were raised proudly towards the sky; rather, Xili’s mind was awash with the notion that this was just a cocoon, a transitory state that she would eventually outgrow with minimal trouble, leading to her wondering what her true form might be like. It would be eldritch, in that other, smaller people would be unable to truly grasp it, but would it be incomprehensible? Or would it rather be big, numerous, thick,  multiple, the sort of body that graced the minds of countless artists’ galleries that she had saved up on her hard drive back home? As she slid off from her sack, taking care not to rub up against anything too much, Xili could only hope the latter would end up being true; as much as turning into a nightmare creature of pure lust triggered a few button pushes on her proverbial control panel, there was something to be said about keeping it simple, if overtly excessive. It wouldn’t be as impressive in terms of what she could do with her power, but when she already had eight tits, eight balls and six cocks, who exactly was keeping track of what counted as “impressive” anymore? Those little ones who hadn’t fled from her path of destruction had already turned to worship before the dracat realized it was happening, and indeed it was only a peripheral, almost subconscious understanding that informed Xili that she had her own congregation; a flashy, incomprehensible body was not necessary for the purposes of being seen as a goddess, just a big one, and that she was more than ready to provide… for, after all, was it not Xili who was in control? Had it not been her who first took the transformative substance and rubbed it all over herself? Had she not been the one, singular person responsible for her form having become as perfect as it did? This, all of this around her, the destruction, the wreckage, the overly-engorged frame that begged to be made larger, all of this was her doing, no one else’s, and if that held true, then it could only mean that she, and she alone, had the final word for any future expansion; it had been the chee’s conscious decision to drink her own milk that led to her becoming the behemoth she was at that point, had it not? Surely, if she then decided to take one of her tits and slowly move it so that its nipple would be pointed directly at her mouth, if she then squeezed the mound just gently enough to get its contents to pour out, then she’d be doing naught but exercising her divine right to a sweet, deific mannah of her own creation; who was to say that only her supplicants could be indulged? They were probably unable to use it properly anyway, not having their physical frames primed to grow like hers had been; the milk would be wasted on them, as they would most likely just use it to drown in or swim around, without much care given to the sort of effort that went into producing it; better that she hold onto it herself, gulping it down greedily in large mouthfuls, not even bothering to register when it was exactly that she went from simply observing her nipple bud to having it be stuck firmly inside of her mouth, gushing with absurd quantities of milk. Life had become a haze, one in which time and linearity meant very little, and the only thing that mattered was the taste of lactic bliss, the sensation of warmth spreading throughout her body after the lump of cream in her throat was swallowed up properly: how it moved from one spot to another, how it filled her, even in parts where it had no business being, how it made her feel as if she was being stuffed from head to toe by a forest of pumps desperate to make use of any and all empty space that might exist inside of it. Within seconds of the first gulp, the growth had begun in earnest again, and much like the previous time, drinking her own cream made sure that Xili’s body reacted… explosively. It was a wonder how it managed to hold her proportions the way that it did; not an inch was lost in comparison with her newest height, not a single curve was sacrificed to make her bigger than before; instead, it was as if her whole body had been placed under some kind of magnifying glass or growth ray, and anyone looking in from the outside would be treated to a sight that looked more like like someone editing a picture in a piece of editing software than anything remotely real. In between the growls and moans, however, along with the copious amounts of destruction caused by having her body expand in every direction so quickly, there could be no doubt in Xili’s mind that what she was experiencing was real, far more than it had any right to be, with her mind becoming increasingly unable to process all of it without throwing something into the fire in order to save up on processing power. Surely, the dracat didn’t need to remember how to fly, not with the kind of weight she was gaining; her wings were important, absolutely, doubly so once she reached a big enough size to envelop most of the city underneath their span, but actually flying was probably useless enough of a memory pattern to be discarded. The same could be said for her sense of self-restraint, which was somehow still clogging up a far too large portion of her long-term behavioral pattern imprints, as well as her embarrassment, shame, or whatever else was related to not living in the moment to its absolute fullest without any care nor concern for what anyone else might about think about it. Once those were gone, freeing up a considerable amount of valuable storage space, the chee’s mind could then be filled with even more growthlust, an even grander desire to expand, to bloat, to swell, to become bigger by any means necessary, a task that her milk was perfectly suited to help her with. A gulp, a foot in height; another gulp, yet another couple of feet, again and again, unending, unstoppable, until buildings around her crumbled like they were made of thin dust, until the world around her flew away, down and down into obscurity, as she herself grew to outsize most of the buildings in the immediate vicinity… which itself triggered a series of switches that led her back to why she had moved in the first place. Xili had been so busy basking in the glory of her size spurts that she had legitimately forgotten why she had decided to get up and start walking in the first place: finding more of the body wash. Truth be told, it felt downright silly to want to fetch another bottle or fifty from a warehouse when she had a body like hers; had she not grown already? Had she not become such a behemoth that entire city blocks were ruined simply by virtue of her trying to adjust her seating arrangements on her own body? That much was true, sure, but there was also something else in there, a realization that the dracat didn’t realize her subconscious had developed until it was too late to do anything about it: if she was already that big on just one bottle of the shampoo, then clearly if she had more…