From The Bottom - Part 2 (Commission for Kalendil)

TAGS: WORLD OF HYPER, Growth/Expansion, Size Envy, Hyper Cum/Cock/Balls

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He distinctly recalled that was supposed to have happened, though now that most of his living room had been slathered with enough cum to fill multiple bathtubs several times over, Kal doubted whether he’d even be able to use the phone at all… assuming it hadn’t been completely destroyed in the deluge. With each second that passed, his awareness of his situation grew, to the point where he spent more time deliberately trying to stop himself from facepalming at his sheer idiocy than he did trying to fix the consequences of it; how could he have been so blind as to think that he could do something like that without some kind of backup plan? Even something as simple as having moved a seat over to the nearest pump so he could punch the startup button when he felt his body slipping out of his control would’ve been a decent solution, but no, he just had to think with his dick and not even bother trying to consider what might happen should he push his luck. As a result, he was now stuck with a thoroughly wrecked, cum-coated living room that would take him the better part of a full day to clean, if not longer, to say nothing of the damage done to his own body… damage that he had only then become aware of. The tiger’s eyes widened as he looked down at himself, only realizing at that exact moment that there was something severely “wrong” with the way he looked; it had always been the case that, whenever he went so far as to grow into the realms of the excessive during his more private dalliances, his junk would eventually return to the state that it was in before, and quite quickly after release at that. He had maybe a few minutes in which to savour a much larger version of his package before it went back down to its “regular” turgid size, then further down as it became increasingly flaccid; it had been the bane of his existence, being able to burgeon outwards so much whenever he felt like it, yet never being capable of retaining any of the extra size… at least until that exact moment. He could scarcely believe it when he saw it, so much so that he stood there staring at himself for a while just to make sure that he hadn’t seriously misjudged the timeline and was due for shrinkage at any moment, only for nothing to happen; no matter how much he expected his body to bring him back to a smaller state, his cock and balls remained dangerously stable throughout the course of his stunned observation, stable enough that only one conclusion could be drawn: they weren’t getting any smaller. It was a wonderful surmise, one that brought with it promises of such vast a scale that Kal’s overtaxed, pleasure-tired mind couldn’t even think about all of them properly, but above all, his newest size stood as testament to the fact that, contrary to every single bit of knowledge he had, his stupid idea of holding himself back had actually worked, and the tales told of such a process were entirely true! Granted, it wasn’t anything like the biggest of hypers that he’d spent the past couple of years actively resenting, but compared to his old self, it was definitely an improvement: with both of his cumtanks swollen to the point where they were solidly squishing against the ground, yet still wide enough to push against the inside of his legs and overflow slightly, and a cock girthier than his biceps and about as long as his entire torso; better yet, judging from the way it felt, it was actually at its smallest after having cleared that room-painting load, letting Kal know that when his refractory period was over in about five minutes, then he’d truly get to see what his full size was like… a thought that, conveniently, began to push just the right set of buttons on his control panel to speedrun him straight through to that state, with his cheeks flushed and his nethers once more warming up as his poor heart was forced to pump even more blood downstairs in order to feed that growing monster. It was only then that Kal fully understood the ramifications of what he’d done, because he hadn’t merely succeeded in improving his baseline, but also his gains; if his previous flaccid-to-erect ratio had been enough to alleviate some of his desire for additional size, his new one was frankly ludicrous in how much mass seemed to pour down between his legs with every heartbeat! Inches of girth, feet of length, like his cock was being magnified by some form of hyper-potent growth ray, enough that the tip of it was within a handspan of the ceiling after just a few seconds of the shaft having started its journey to full mast again. It came so much out of left field that Kal could do little more than watch in shock as he just kept getting bigger, unable to stop himself or hold back until finally, after far too little time, he felt both his feet solidly upon the ground and his cock touching the ceiling near where it had a hole blown through by one of his first loads… and the former wasn’t as “solid” as he might’ve first thought, because not only did his dick grow bigger, but apparently his nuts had begun to produce a lot faster as well, leading to a terrifyingly quick fill-up that almost knocked him back down on the ground before he noticed what was going on between his legs, prompting Kal to haphazardly stumble backwards as he tried to aim his cock for where he knew the wall-mounted pump to be. The machine itself was covered in spunk, much like everything else really, but the outside was just as water-resistant as the piping itself, allowing him to… well, not fit, but certainly get enough of his shaft in there that he could then lean forward and, with just the very tip of one of his fingers, initiate the draining. At once, the familiar sensation of tightness took him over as the mechanisms inside the pump pressed down on the length of his rod inside the machine proper, creating a seal through which no cum could ever pass, even though the rumbling and rattling of the sheet metal left the tiger feeling slightly apprehensive about his odds of surviving the rest of the day without a catastrophic plumbing failure in his hands. Nevertheless, though the system clearly struggled to take his new, full girth, it still managed to withstand the full brunt of his second release, though judging by the noises coming from the piping underneath his feet, the building’s sewer system was most likely going to be strained for the next few hours, especially after other folks came back from work and added their own mess to the mix. But those were distant thoughts, entirely unimportant next to the observable reality that was the room around him, and the pair of cumtanks responsible for it; much as they were fully drained, even their remaining size was vastly superior to what they had been previously, with his dick going back to its “upgraded” flaccid form that might as well just be him fully hard at all times. Even after he pulled back from the pump and took a few tentative steps, his mind already shielded against the intrusion of any lust-triggering thoughts, Kal had some trouble believing that what he was seeing was real; it felt too good to be true, too easy of a solution to have actually happened, with the far likelier scenario being that he had simply hallucinated everything, or was perhaps right on track to waking up. Yet, as the seconds turned to minutes and nothing of note happened, as the scents continued to invade his nostrils and the ambient heat rose as the steaming spunk kept splattering from the ceiling and walls onto an oozing pool on the ground, the more Kal had to face the reality of it all: that he had, indeed, spent three hours holding back only to explode in a way as to cover the whole of his living room, and somehow succeeded in growing himself out in the process. It should be a joyous occasion, a grandiose event really, but the tiger could only think about how dangerous it would be if he allowed his baser instincts to take over; after all, he had just done such a thing and the result was him nearly blowing a hole straight through his ceiling again, not to mention the obvious strain he placed on a pump system that was designed to take hypers much larger than him… and yet, at the same time, how could he not look at himself and rejoice? He had finally done it, accomplished that which he had been bemoaning the absence of for years, and all by throwing away any and all sense of decency and just doing something incredibly stupid with no regard for the consequences; clearly, he should be going down that path more often, even if it did mean he’d have to spend a small fortune in cleaning, repainting, and most likely replacing every electronic device he had in his living room. Not that it even mattered; when put next to the glorious revelation that his hackneyed plan had worked, very little else seemed even remotely relevant, especially considering that he’d just bumped himself a few levels up the size ladder! Sure, it wasn’t as much as he wanted, nor was it enough for him to even begin to compete with some of the behemoths out there, but his cock and balls were massive, far more so than before, and that had to count for something! So much so, in fact, that Kal had to stop, close his eyes and initiate breathing exercises just to keep himself from losing control again, a battle he assumed was going to happen a lot more often going forward… doubly so if he insisted on pursuing this growth opportunity, which he most certainly would. This nugget of information, this understanding that he could trigger another bout of permanent growth if he so desired, was precious beyond all reckoning, mostly for what Kal assumed was its reliability; it could very well turn out that this was a one-time success that wouldn’t ever happen, that there was either a biological limiter on how many times he could force himself to grow by stretching out, or that the confluence of stars had aligned in just the right way to let it happen, but that was a possibility he didn’t wish to entertain. For the big cat, as far as he cared or wished to care, he could trigger another growth spurt, at will, with relatively minimal hassle for himself, the only thing necessary being to take the adequate amount of precautions in terms of cleanliness; as much as the sight of a living room caked in cum awoke certain things in him that he hadn’t been aware were there to begin with, he wasn’t exactly in a position in which he could afford a complete refurbishment of his penthouse whenever he felt slightly horny, or whenever he decided he needed a few more pounds to his package. Thus, it was vital for him to make sure that subsequent bursts of size would come accompanied with the proper preparations and safety equipment, that he might reap the fruits of his labour without having to deal with the nasty little consequences that came from it, especially the ones that’d require scraping cum off the ground after it turned into a thick, paste-like syrup. Then again, he could probably bottle that up and sell it on the internet; given the sort of things people bought, it could sell for a pretty penny.

In the meantime, he had to take care of that mess anyway, and seeing as he wouldn’t be able to stay in his home for the proceedings, this created a brand new problem: clothing. Kal hadn’t bought anything above his size, owing to him earnestly believing for most of the past few years that it would remain relatively stable, so suddenly being blessed with so much extra… well, everything, it made it difficult for him to even think of hiding it, at least if he didn’t intend to sacrifice some of his curtains to fashion something out of them. Luckily, this played perfectly into what his plans had been prior to the growth spurt, because if there was anyone that he could count on with being able to find a change of clothes in an emergency situation, it was his old friend Jackson. Far as the tiger could recall the lynx still worked at the same film company they always did, though the two had spent long enough without seeing each other that it wasn’t out of the question for them to have moved onto a different career; as Kal made his way to his office, thanking his lucky stars for how his personal cellphone was left charging in there, he berated himself ever so slightly for having neglected his social life for as long as he had. Ever since sinking into his pit of size-related melancholy, the big cat hadn’t exactly interacted with any of the people he’d met over the years, with this resulting in a handful of yawning rifts that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to fix; take that with the fact that he was only contacting Jackson over a potential favour and that left him feeling like something of an asshole… a sentiment he resolved by deciding he would invite the man over first and see what they thought of the fine mess he himself had made. Surely, if the two of them were on the same level and Kal was honest about his intentions, then there’d be no hard feelings, right? Granted, it would possibly lead to word spreading about what holding oneself back could do for one’s size, but that was a risk he was willing to take. The conversation, however, would by necessity be awkward, especially when he picked up his phone and noticed that the last time he’d called Jackson had been a full three years prior; he could only imagine what the first words would be after the dial tone stopped.

“Holy shit Kal?!” came the excited voice of a certain lynx, “Fuck me sideways, I haven’t heard from you in fuckin’ ages, how’ve you been?!”

The tiger felt a slight pang of regret at hearing those words, some part of him telling him that he wasn’t worthy of such warm a reception; this particular side of himself was insistent that the tiger not remember all the things he’d done for Jackson, such as getting the man involved in their current career to begin with, or the several years the two had spent on multiple cinematic projects that Kal had been involved in. Still, he managed to power through.

“Sorry for dropping off the radar like that, the last few years have been… rough” - there was an understatement for the age - “Haven’t exactly taken the whole worldwide hyper thing well, you know how it’s like. Which is uh, why I wanted to talk to you in the first place.”

What followed were a very complicated and exceedingly embarrassing ten minutes where Kal explained every step of his plan in excruciating detail, what little there was at least, as well as the reasons for embarking on it; he skipped out on letting the lynx know just how thorough the destruction of his penthouse had been, preferring instead to use such euphemistic language as “full coverage” and “in need of some sprucing up”, which struck him as so fundamentally off-base with reality that he might as well be lying. Nevertheless, Jackson said nothing for the duration of the tiger’s ramblings, waiting a few seconds at the end to make sure that their friend was done before speaking up:

“So what, you’ve got a bigger dick and balls now, is that it?” the lynx queried, sounding thoroughly amused, “Finally got your dream?”

“Well…” - Kal trailed off for a few moments, peeking out the door of his office and towards the immense mess that he could still see all the way from over there - “You could say that. Problem is, now I kinda need new clothes and I have no way of getting them without either leaving in the nude or calling someone over for measurements, and I’d rather not show off what I did t-”

“Say no more!” Jackson interrupted, his voice triumphant, “Motherfucker, you called the right person for the job! I’ll be over in about half an hour, just need to finish up something I was doing for a client and then I’ll hop into the car. Oh and uh, you’ll be happy to know you’re not the only one who got a little extra something, but I’ll leave that for when I arrive!”

With that, the other feline hung up, leaving Kal to ponder over their final words. It was obvious that Jackson would be bigger than he was, seeing as everyone was bigger than he was, but until that moment, the tiger hadn’t truly considered it; ‘twas a reality he was intellectually aware of, and yet there was plenty of emotional shielding there for him to remember Jackson the way they’d always been: lithe, shorter than him by at least one and a half heads, and lacking in any sort of excessively large assets. For them to have gone so far without their hyper gene trigger, surely that must mean that whatever they had was big, and right there, at that exact moment, Kal felt unwanted jealousy again; it was easier than before to shake it off, given the gratitude he had for the guy for so eagerly jumping aboard his crazy schemes, but it would inevitably return… at least until there was a size disparity in their favor, not Kal’s. Not exactly the healthiest of mindsets to be in, but until the two of them were reunited and ready to shoot the shit for old times’ sakes, it was all the tiger could think of as he paced around his living room, half because he wanted to get his mind off things, half because he needed to get used to moving around with the additional weight between his legs. Finding a new walking style was, surprisingly, quite easy, easier than he would’ve imagined, which only led credence to the budding notion that he was “fated” to become far larger and his previous form had been nothing but a larval stage for a much greater being, a thought that had yet to fully coalesce, yet had latched onto the inside of his skull with such strength that it made the tiger shiver whenever they so much as considered it. He fell into a funk, in fact, as he tried to push that line of thought away from crystallizing, a funk that was only broken when he inevitably had to move to the nearest wall pump in order to do something about his newest productivity; it seemed to him that it had been at least tripled, if not more, so much so that even though he spent a good five minutes unloading into the machine, the moment he pulled his cock out of the hole the tiger already felt his nuts filling up again, leaving him slightly concerned for his future, at least while he still fit inside houses, of course. This cycle repeated itself a couple of times until he heard a knock on the door and a very familiar voice calling out for his name, almost a full hour after making the call to Jackson… as well as some incredibly loud sloshing. Kal’s eyes went wide, his brow drenched with sweat all of a sudden as he made his way closer; even his nuts, stupendously overproductive and stuffed as they were, didn’t make those sorts of noises, and the closer he got, the more he realized that the slorshing of liquids came packaged together with something else, a low, continuous thrumming that was just barely audible underneath the main set of noises, one that the tiger knew he’d heard before, yet couldn’t put his finger on. On opening the door, however, he knew, and as he knew, so too did his eyes go wide and his jaw drop, because what he was seeing was anything but Jackson as he remembered them; rather, an entirely different beast, one whose body had outgrown itself by so many orders of magnitude that, frankly, it wasn’t all that surprising that the poor thing had to bring a milking machine with them wherever they went. This was the source of the thrumming, which on closer inspection revealed itself to be more of a mechanical whirr, courtesy of a large, wheeled set of pressurized pipes, holding tanks and a large electrical motor, dragged behind the very reason why its existence was necessary: Jackson, and their brand new pair of tits.

It felt weird to say, and yet it was the only thing Kal could think of. Amazingly, the lynx themselves hadn’t actually grown upwards our outwards (bust notwithstanding), leaving him looking perilously unbalanced considering his legs were just as skinny as before; clearly, something about that colossal bra he was wearing, which just so happened to have two suction cup ports included with it, had to be helping him with support, one of the many inventions born out of the necessity for hyper logistics that had come forth in the previous decade… either that, or Jackson had been getting heavily into squats and it just so happened that Kal, being too busy looking at a pair of breasts as big as he was, just didn’t realize it. They covered everything down from the middle of the other cat’s face down to the ground, rising above their neckline thanks to being so enormous that they smushed against the ground and spilled outwards in every other direction; ‘twas only after his eyes traced their contours that the tiger realized that both mounds were actually placed atop what looked to be wheeled platforms of their own, with metal struts connecting them to the milking machine in order to ensure safe transportation and mobility. All in all, an ingenious assembly, and an entirely necessary one given the sort of sizes the lynx was dealing with; each tit must’ve been at least six feet in diameter!

“So, are ya gonna let me in?” came Jackson’s voice from behind the boob wall, “Or are ya just gonna stand there staring at my tits?”

Given the way those words were spoken, it was plainly obvious the “smaller” cat had been wanting to say them for quite a while, prompting Kal to smile unconsciously as a result; the tiger wanted to chuckle, if only to get all the shock out of his system, but instead he stepped back, shut the door on Jackson, and input a verification code on a small panel he had on the inside wall. Within moments, the whole penthouse began rumbling as the gears were set in motion, pulling down a large chunk of the drywall separating the hallway outside from Kal’s home, mechanisms the tiger had put in place just in case anyone of a larger size were to visit him. How fitting that the first person that actually made him not regret that investment was the same one he called over to help him with his own size predicaments, a sort of cosmic joke that, for once, hadn’t been at his expense. Hell, even Jackson looked impressed, both eyebrows raised as he nodded along approvingly to the sliding panel sinking into the floor. What a shame it was that things wouldn’t remain that way for much longer, because an unfortunate side effect of suddenly having delved so deeply into his personal fantasies was that Kal found himself significantly hornier than before; he hadn’t given it much thought when he was alone but now that he had someone else in the house, and someone else that was as well-endowed and bountiful as Jackson apparently turned out to be, his thoughts felt as if they’d been strapped onto a rail and set to go in a singular direction, one that could only end in the both of them making a much larger mess of his place than he had already. It wasn’t immediately obvious, or at least the tiger it wasn’t; when he invited his friend into his abode, eager to call up the sliding panel as quickly as possible, he nearly forgot the customary pleasantries, given that he was so enthralled by the sight of the milking assembly just… being there. In such a relatively short time, the lynx had gone from such a lithe little thing into a dairy factory, and by the heavens above, Kal was going to make good use of that; it was strong than him, so much so that by the time Jackson turned around, what they saw wasn’t a welcoming big buff tiger, but two wild eyes peeking at him from behind an immensely girthy shaft, one far larger than what they had remembered their friend having. The intent was obvious, and seeing as the wall was back in its place, there wasn’t a lot that the the guest could do to resist the advances of the host… assuming, of course, that they wanted to do such a thing, which they most certainly didn’t; they themselves had been given a healthy boost to their libido, and were absolutely no stranger to the occasional booty call (even despite the obvious logistical difficulties), so being able to get together with the world’s first hyper and the world’s first second-generation growing hyper as well, at the same time, packaged in the form of someone Jackson had always had some measure of attraction to? It was situations like those that he lived for, dreamed of, fantasized about, and with that said, it was so simple to just turn around and flip the lever that controlled the milking pumps themselves, shutting them off and allowing his tits to start filling up in earnest; simpler still to turn back ‘round and decouple the suction cups from his teats with a swift kick to the tubes connecting them to the machine behind him, then just snap his fingers and have his bra retract into the form of a stylish choker around his neck. It was a ritual for him at that point, the beginning of something big, explosive and very fluid-heavy, but judging from the way Kal was looking at him, Jackson could only imagine that whatever was going through their friend’s head was very much the same as what was going through his; besides, by that point, his tits were already bloating outwards, so there wasn’t a lot that anyone could do about the end result of their little detour. The clothes situation would just have to wait.

Wasting no time, the tiger threw himself at the mountainous pair of tits in front of him, both arms stretched out wide to take in as much soft, milk-stuffed breastflesh as possible, right at the same time as his cock was shoved directly into the middle of them; this caused a slight issue with size, in that Kal was actually bigger than what their newest lover’s cleavage had to offer in terms of storage space, prompting the bigger cat to scramble to find a way to fit all of himself in the tight, warm confines, only to scrape against the ground instead. Almost as if by response, Jackson moved backwards ever so slightly, pushing his milking machine out of the way; the reason for this became apparent once the gurgling and slorshing emanating from within his bust became loud enough to overpower the tiger’s grunts and groans, the milk production becoming so strong as to put Kal’s own growth to shame. This was to be expected, of course, as Jackson was just downright bigger than their old friend had been until they decided to try their hand at self-denial… but not for long. For amidst the maelstrom of pleasure and raw carnal bliss that clouded Kal’s mind, there still lay a core idea, a conviction, a desire, and that one wasn’t to just fuck the biggest set of tits he’d had access to in years; no, the need for growth was still firmly lodged within the tiger’s brain, and even as he desperately sought to jackhammer into that immense cleavage, there was a voice telling him that he should stand down, step back, and take it easy, so that he’d be able to contain himself when it came time to bloat outwards again. After all, didn’t he want to be able to grow like Jackson did? Like Jackson was growing, right there in front of him? Didn’t he also want to be so productive that every second he spent not unloading his spunk into someone, his nuts would visibly bulge out several inches? If that were the case, the only way forward was to stop trying to cum his brains out and focus on holding back, paradoxical though it may seem in that situation. Indeed, the best thing he could possibly do is actually stop trying to fuck the lynx, even though that just wasn’t a possibility… therefore, a replacement strategy had to be found, one that involved both him venting his sexual desires and keeping himself from unloading completely, and it just so happened that he had just the idea in mind.

“Rings!” he shouted, hoping that Jackson would understand.

“... w-what?”

“Rings! Nipple rings for cock! Need stop c-cum!” Kal grunted through his teeth, “Please!”

For a second, Kal expected Jackson not to do anything, to just sit there and stare at him not knowing what to do… at leat until the lynx suddenly flinched and hastily turned around, digging in his pockets before facing the milking pumps and diving in to fetch something from the deepest recesses of the machinery. The tiny object flew through the air nary a second later, a circular metallic ring, glinting in the light of the sun pouring in from the window, landing perfectly atop Kal’s pecs in just the right way for him to slobber all over it; it wasn’t the biggest he’d seen, nor was it technically designed for use in what he was going to throw it around, but it would do. With the last remaining vestiges of his self-control, the tiger grabbed the ring and fashioned for himself a restraint, snapping the circlet firmly around the base of his shaft and then completely forgetting about it; his task accomplished, his conscious self was free to be subsumed by the more bestial, animalistic side of him, the one who wanted nothing more than to fuck like a rabid bunny in heat, the one who now knew that they had nothing to fear from any undue release, and thus could rut to their heart’s content. For the lynx, this meant a very hungry and very strong tiger throwing their full weight onto them, along with a shaft that only seemed to be bigger, thicker, longer with each thrust that they felt, each time that pillar of cockmeat immersed itself into a cleavage that seemed dot be competing for raw size; it was a battle that neither of them could truly lose, as the only thing that’d come out with the short end of the stick would be the very room around them. Jackson got to experience his tits filling up so much that they doubled in size within a minute of him turning off his machine, while Kal finally let loose and truly got to live out his wildest fantasies, even if he had to do so with a metallic restraint holding him back. Though, in all fairness, the ring did little more than egg him on further; with his instincts taking over, the tiger knew that for every jackhammering he provided, he should also be handing out copious amounts of cum with it, especially since he wanted to do so and wasn’t trying to hold back anymore. Thus, the fact that he didn’t, the fact that only precum came out, and even then in pitiful quantities, left Kal thoroughly confused, as his tired, lust-dominated brain simply couldn’t fathom the idea of a cockring, nor what it was supposed to do… therefore, the best way around this was to just fuck harder and let things sort themselves out, as that would surely do the trick. Sure, it meant encouraging Jackson to grow bigger, until the penthouse rumbled around them, vibrating with the shockwaves that came from both the tiger’s rutting and the colossal quantities of milk being produced and poured out; sure, the very structural integrity of Kal’s household was in jeopardy, so much so that them falling through to the floor below wasn’t entirely out of the question. In between a pair of milk factories that seemed intent on taking up half the space available and two nuts gunning for the other half, one cat begging to be stuffed and the other roaring and growling as they lost control of their ability to speak, the thought that this meeting had only happened because Kal wanted some new clothes was as far away from their minds as could possibly be; all that mattered was fucking, always, never ending, with the base assumption that it would only make the tiger grow even larger, thus capable of pouring more and more spunk into his soon-to-be cum dumpster… because ultimately, that’s what the bestial side of Kal truly wanted: to shove his cock into one of those colossal tits and unload, to allow the floodgates to open in such a manner as to thoroughly stuff Jackson’s bust to the point where it would be forced to grow whether or not the lynx wanted it to. And from there, well, no better thing to do than repeat the process, again and again, with the two of continuously feeding off one another’s arousal and growing larger in the process. Why bother with such trivialities as clothes when they had such better things to do, like rutting endlessly, like filling up, like bloating out, like feeling the perpetual shockwaves criss-crossing one another throughout their bodies making them feel like gelatin at one moment and rock solid in the next? Theirs was an existence dedicated wholly to the pursuit of pleasure, and as such, even when they could both clearly hear the walls groaning in complaint at the pressure being exerted on them, they couldn’t bring themselves to care; in fact, that Jackson’s tits were so massive, and Kal’s nuts so stuffed, that the very structure of the penthouse had no recourse but to cave in around them was nothing short of utter, magnificent confirmation that what they were doing was right, even if there was a lot of screaming coming from down below, not to mention the sound of sirens off in the distance. Some part of Kal realized what this meant, that their inadvertent descent into growthlust and size madness had inevitably caught someone’s attention and the authorities were thus called to put an end to a potentially destructive growthsplosion, but beyond that, the tiger refused to pay attention to such a realization. If they wanted him to stop fucking, they’d have to physically pry him off that gorgeously overendowed lynx with a dozen crowbars, and even that wouldn’t be enough. Because nothing would ever be enough until he was fully satisfied with his size, his hunger sated and his desires fulfilled.

And, truth be told, they never would be.