Changes - Part 6 (Patreon Commission for ShrapnelTheWolf)

TAGS: Hyper/Hyper Everything, Growth/Expansion, Cumflation, M/F, Room-Filling Sizes, House Destruction, Preg/Pregnancy, Breeding

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Granted, suddenly turning into a giant was not part of his plans, but if Shrapnel liked to believe he was good at something, it was improvising; not that he actually was good at it, but it gave him the level of raw enthusiasm and energy required to bullshit his way through a lot of situations that he otherwise would’ve gotten stuck on, such as the one he was in at that exact moment, for instance. Anyone else in his position might’ve done something stupid, like stop to think about what happened and probably panic about the fact that their cumtanks were bigger than their entire body and still growing, or the sudden duplication of a previously-singular shaft, or any number of things really, but not him; the wolf knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, and understood perfectly that if he was to put his new body to good use, he had to start at once, or else he might just lose himself when the serotonin flood finally got to him. Thankfully, all that was really required of him was that he lean forward and let his body weight do everything on its own, moving his hips in just the right way to make sure that when his twin rods emerged from their one sheath, they would do so directly into the growing, increasingly cavernous cleavage he was delighting his eyes on. It was almost ludicrous just how much of it there was, especially considering how Elizabeth herself wasn’t any bigger than before; in sharp contrast to the giant lupine casting a shadow over her, the serval’s body itself was just as it had always been, sans the colossal pair of mammaries and an increasingly gigantic belly struggling not to be crushed underneath the former. There was a little bit extra pudge added onto her rear, but that was hardly anything to write home about when compared to the titanic weights on her front, doubly so whenever Shrapnel remembered that what he was seeing was not their true size, but whatever was left of the multiple compressor layers that were still functioning. His own equipment had begun to malfunction as well, albeit not as explosively as Elizabeth’s; after all, he wasn’t technically supposed to have a pair of nuts that eclipsed him in weight and were possessed of enough volume to hold the rest of his body several times over, nor did he remember having two dicks instead of one, but at least he wasn’t actively growing several feet every few seconds, and a rate that only seemed to be getting faster as time went on. In fact, though he was very comfortably draped over a pair of tits that, just moments prior, he’d been able to see the top of, the wolf rapidly found himself being pushed back as their circumference grew wider and wider still, until he was left practically sliding off when he finally deigned to open his eyes in order to survey all the changes; that Elizabeth was that big wasn’t surprising, but that the distortions keeping her mobile and (relatively) small could falter so easily absolutely was… especially since there was no backup plan. That, more than anything else, was the only thing holding Shrapnel back from fully committing to this more animalistic side of him, the last barrier standing between himself and giving in to the voice in his head telling him to quit fucking around and get to breeding again: if he did, then it would be all over. Not for him or Elizabeth, heavens no, but for everything else around them, because not only would their full sizes be unleashed upon the world, but these would multiply upon themselves, constantly, until such a point as the serval actually gave birth several months down the line. And if a few days had been enough to leave her so massive that she could flatten most of their local metropolitan area, one could only imagine what she would look like by the end of the final trimester, if such a thing could even be measured by conventional means. Yet, despite this, neither Elizabeth herself nor Shrapnel could really bring themselves to care; maybe if they were their old selves, the ones for whom Liz’s pre-pregnancy size was already considered “large”, laughable though that notion may be, then they might’ve stopped and called it a day. The compressors would still fail, most of downtown would still be smothered and there would be plenty of destruction before they were contained again, but at least it wouldn’t be made worse than it already was… but they weren’t their old selves. In fact, that version of Liz and Shrapnel might very well just not exist at all for how irrelevant they were, locked away in a remote, inaccessible corner of their psyches, replaced entirely by a new couple, one who didn’t particularly care just what amount of damage they caused to the local skyline, or how much flooding resulted from them losing control of their sense of self-control. Already there were thick globs of precum firing from both of the wolf’s cocks, though most of it didn’t actually leave the confines of the cleavage he was… unfortunately stuck in. He didn’t want to think about it too much, but he was clearly unable to actually pull back and free himself, a somewhat distressing state of affairs that was made paradoxically enjoyable by the simple reality that it was happening because Liz’s tits were just that big and stuffed; it was, oddly enough, a sort of joyous pride that Shrapnel took, in knowing that he’d helped his mate reach such a point of perfection that, even with the size boost he received, he was still somehow too small, too weak, to fully handle what the serval had to offer. And, to some degree, the serval herself understood this too, because she honestly had nothing better to do than lie back and look up at what her partner was doing; with her body slipping further away from her control by the second, and her ass picking up in size at an alarming rate along with her increasingly fattened thighs, all the feline could do was open her eyes wide and watch as it all unfolded before them. It felt surreal, and if not for the endless torrent of sensations that her brain could scarcely begin to process, she might’ve just felt as if she were a passenger in someone else’s body; instead, everything combined to make it impossible for her to really do anything proactively at all, with every ounce of willpower having been siphoned from her and replaced with a purely reactive breeding engine running entirely out of raw arousal. Thus, it wasn’t too long before Elizabeth opened her mouth again and let loose another moan, with it almost immediately triggering yet another growth spurt in the colossal wolf above her; it was a testament to how absurdly huge she was that, despite Shrapnel gaining a good ten feet in height and a proportional amount on the rest of him, it still wasn’t enough to even begin to catch up to the growth taking place in front of her. Hell, judging from how much her cheeks were starting to ride up her back, and how much ground the bottom of her legs was touching, he’d probably have issues handling her backside as well if he weren’t careful… but really, wasn’t that the point? Wasn’t that what they both wanted? Had they not chosen to forgo protection precisely so they could reap the fruits of their labor with Elizabeth’s motherhood? Sure, they weren’t expecting it to be so explosively big, but that was just a variable they failed to account for, nothing too important; everyone else would just have to learn to live with it, because they certainly weren’t going to stop any time soon.

This posed a slight issue for the rest of the city’s inhabitants, because while the wolf and serval couple were happily titfucking and ruining a significantly large portion of the buildings around the park (or, at least, what used to be buildings), everyone else had to contend with the sudden emergence of a giant lupine creature with body-sized cocks and what looked to be a disembodied pair of tits running with enough milk to clog up the storm drains and somehow manage to backblast all the way up into people’s bathrooms. Alarm sirens were going off throughout the city, emergency services were mobilized, and the mayor’s office rapidly convened in order to call for assistance from the state government before promptly packing up and leaving once they noticed one of the serval’s breasts getting dangerously close to where they were. Mass evacuations began in earnest, at least as far as they could given that several of the larger avenues had become rivers of thick cream, milk mixed with spunk in quantities too large to allow vehicles through, outright requiring seaworthy vessels if anyone wanted to be foolish enough to be caught outside on foot. The only way to salvation was through airlift, prompting helicopters for miles around, civilian and military alike, to divert their course in order to try and get as many people as possible out of the disaster area before the buildings they were on collapsed underneath the advancing avalanche of soft flesh, or the countless thousands of gallons of fluids being spilled every other second. The very ground quaked underneath them, pulverizing foundations as it did, causing large chunks of the city to start crumbling even before they had a colossal tit grind them into dust, even the air vibrating whenever one of the giant wolf’s moans coursed through it, breaking the sound barrier and shattering whatever windows were still around; flying in those conditions was next to impossible, but the bravery of the helicopter pilots could not be understated… even if a new problem came to light amidst evacuation efforts. No one present could have predicted that anyone would want to go closer to the budding giants, nor could they have guessed that they would do so not with the intent of ending it all, but to join the wolf and serval in the grand orgy of self-indulgence that everyone for miles around could look at and watch. Yet, with each minute that ticked away and brought everyone closer to an explosive, cataclysmic finish, more and more souls turned away from this supposed “rescue” and instead began climbing down the stairs that had led them to safety, eager to throw themselves into the currents of cream so that they may swim upstream towards their new gods, that they may pay worship in whatever way they could think of. There was no plan beyond that; even the first ones to shift priorities had no clue what they were supposed to do once they got to their destination, beyond some vague understanding that they’d be letting go of whatever limitations society had imposed on them; maybe they were to spend the rest of their days pleasuring themselves, or perhaps making good use of a willing partner to mimic what the two giants above them were also doing. Whatever the case, one thing was certain in their lust-addled minds: they had to get closer to the colossi, not further away, even if that meant risking drowning in frankly ludicrous quantities of fluids. No matter how hard the pilots tried, the number of people succumbing to this sudden siren’s call went up uncontrollably… to the point that, eventually, even the pilots themselves would abandon their crafts and direct their attention to a much nobler goal.

All of this and far more would go by both Shrapnel and Elizabeth, with both lovers gleefully unaware of anything happening around them. To them, spending any amount of energy, no matter how insignificant, in anything other than pleasuring themselves or one another was nothing short of a dreadful wate, especially when there was just so much of them to tend to, to knead, to rub, to squeeze, to rut even; for the wolf especially, having grown to such a size that he could easily knock down a few buildings on his own without even fully realizing it, this gigantic new body of his presented itself as an opportunity, one that he could put to good use in giving his mate the kind of attention that she so rightfully deserved. It wasn’t enough for the serval to get pumped full of cum in the regular way, nor was it sufficient for her to be knocked up and then allowed to grow to such a point that the city itself was beginning to crumble underneath her advancing form; for others, this might be seen as downright excessive, but the wolf knew that the two of them could go further, reacher greater heights, if only they put their hearts and minds into it properly… or, in his particular case, his brand new twin cocks. He’d been looking for an opportunity to use them properly, rather than just allowing them to be in the way that they were; while he couldn’t deny that having his shafts stuck in a cleavage so tight that it could rival most slits for just how much it pressed down on and tugged at his members was anything but utterly divine, there was something that Shrapnel had always wanted to try, an idea that, so far, he had done a relatively good job of keeping to himself. Not for any good reason, sadly enough, but rather one of shame and embarrassment; to some degree, the wolf didn’t believe himself big enough to do what he truly wanted, at least not in comparison to what Elizabeth’s body was like, but now that the both of them seen to that, now that their forms were improved upon to such a degree that they were utterly unrecognizable, at last he could propose doing what he’d always dreamed of… or just go ahead and do it anyway, because Liz certainly wasn’t in any fit state to actually understand words at that point. Though it pained him, and quite literally at that, Shrapnel pulled himself from within the serval’s vice-like cleavage, sinking his hands into her tits for leverage and in the process releasing even larger spurts of milk thanks to all the pressure he placed on them; the amount of force necessary to wedge him out from where he was stuck was such that, by the time he succeeded, he very nearly stumbled backwards to fall flat on his back, only stopped thanks to the positively gargantuan set of nuts that prevented him from doing anything other than taking a single step in any direction but directly forward. This, above all else, was going to be a problem; if he was going to walk out in front of Liz, such that he could actually bring his cocks to bear, then he was going to need to drag his cumtanks along the way as well, which was going to be slightly difficult considering they were several times his body weight, probably sunk in the ground, and utterly immobile. For a moment or two, the wolf genuinely believed that his situation was hopeless, and that his own size had come back to bite him before he had the chance to truly appreciate it, but it was this exact line of thought that led him down to the answer as well: if he wasn’t big enough to drag his nuts behind him, then clearly he had to be made even bigger, and he knew just how to accomplish that, didn’t he? Hadn’t he gained several feet in height when Elizabeth called out for him, in those whorishly loud moans of hers? Had he not grown stronger, whenever his partner’s pleasure reached an apex and was unleashed upon the world in the form of her sweet voice cracking in half? Then clearly, if that was the case, he need not do anything but repeat this stunt, and force Liz to force him to grow even more, a simple task if there ever was one; there was no shortage of options from which to pick from when it came to pleasuring the serval in such a way as to make her open her mouth and beg for more, even with his dicks firmly outside the constricting embrace of her ever-growing cleavage. After all, did he not have his immense self, along with the weight that came with it, to put pressure on those colossal milk tanks in just the right way to make every nerve that he touched flare as actively as it could? Could he not just throw himself into the milky folds yet again, except this time with some very active grabby fingers to make sure he squeezed Elizabeth in just the right way to ensure that she felt a jolt of electricity fire up her spine? Because he absolutely could, and it wouldn’t take him more than a handful of seconds to try it for the first time, to allow his form to collapse onto the serval’s, and for his hands to seek the nearest handful of breastflesh to grab onto as softly, yet decidedly firmly, as possible; nor would it take more than an instant for Liz to reply in the only way that she could, by throwing her head back, opening her mouth wide and letting loose the sound that so desperately yearned to be set free, something that might’ve once been a moan, but was, at that point, the harbinger of yet more growth for the giant wolf. He didn’t even hear it properly, so much as simply recognize that it was there, and indeed a sound; he was far too preoccupied with the effects it had on his body, with the surging of height that left him so much taller that he could once again see over the top of his mate’s tits… giving him even better leverage over them, that he might sink his fingers even deeper and show the feline what it was like to lose herself in pure bliss. Again and again he pushed, and again and again he received in kind, until he was swimming in his own pleasure, receiving such wonderful additions to his body that, by the time he successfully forced himself to stop, he was already big enough that he wouldn’t need any extra boosts. The city around him looked diminutive, and even Liz’s body was something akin to… well, not small, but certainly not as overwhelmingly massive as it used to be; perhaps even better was how the plan had worked marvelously, and the wolf did in fact manage to outgrow his own sack, even if by just a hair’s breadth. If he didn’t act immediately, then he would once again end up being pinned by the two dangerously-quickly growing cum factories attached to him, which was precisely why he didn’t even think twice before walking around Elizabeth and creating a colossal, incredibly deep trench as a result of moving his nuts around with him. But, in the end, it would all be worth it, because he could finally put his plan into motion… well, he said plan, more so a very basic need, a desire that was only half-formed and not exactly in the best of shapes, but one that told him to do something that he should’ve done a long time prior: using his cock (or cocks, as the case may be) in the one part of Liz’s body that he most fantasized about: her chest. Not through the front, splurting countless gallons of cum in yet another titfuck, but into those two titanic nipple buds that were so eagerly gushing with rivers of thick milk, the nascent fonts of life-giving nectar that, if he so desired, he could just… plug. Not with his hands, not even with his arms, but by shoving his twin rods into them, a thought that was powerful enough on its own to strain the limits of the compressor gear still holding onto its last vestiges, as blood rushed from the rest of his body down into his sheath and the duo of monsters residing within. He was expecting them, truly expecting the emergence of a pair of colossal, body-obscuring rods of cockmeat, truly stretching his sheath out to the breaking point in just the right way for him to make good use of the two growing tits he had at his disposal; to a certain extent, he was even expecting them to be far bigger than even his largest, most unrealistic expectations, because that was just the way their bodies apparently behaved at that point. But what Shrapnel couldn’t have ever been ready for, the one thing that he couldn’t have ever prepared himself for, was the emergence of not two, but three cocktips, arranged in a triangular pattern, pushing out from the plump, cavernous opening between his legs. It felt as if his sheath had been elongated even further, and it probably did if he bothered to measure it, which was entirely necessary given that he could already feel the weight of his apparent tri-cocks threatening to pull him down towards the ground, requiring all of his strength just to remain upright, and copious amounts of breast-grabbing in order to heave himself up during the process of emergence. It was as if he were threading a needle, the main difference being that the proverbial thread was about fifty times larger than the hole and yet somehow it still managed to go through, leaving Shrapnel wondering whether he should be screaming in pain, or begging for it to go faster and harder. He didn’t even know how much time had passed; could have been just seconds, or perhaps he was standing there for hours as those three rods came out from their holster, fully turgid, desperate for something to be shoved into, hungry for a hole to fuck and throbbing so harshly that Shrapnel had to wonder how it was that he still had a blood flow to the brain, or how he still managed to keep himself up despite being very obviously unbalanced. Looking up at the sky, he could just barely make out the tips of his rods, so far up that it took a few seconds before the droplets of precum, each one thick enough to fill up a swimming pool, came crashing down on his head, promising so much more if he just began pumping properly, instead of just waiting around for something to happen; and with Liz still there, and with her tits still very much growing, what better use could there be of this tripled package than being shoved directly down three very tight, very narrow openings so that their insides could be flooded? The wolf didn’t even consider the possibility that the serval might not be capable of taking what he had just planned for the third cock; her two nipples might be big enough to handle his size, but surely it shouldn’t be possible for her mouth to stretch open wide enough to take something that was probably bigger than every dick in the country put together and then some. Then again, all sense of logic and reason had long-since been abandoned between himself and Elizabeth, so far as Shrapnel cared, the only way to truly be sure was to go ahead and try it, and hope for the best; judging by the kind of noises coming from behind the boobwall, Liz was clearly wanting to have a go at it as well.