Family Night Out (Patreon Commission for QT_Bun)

TAGS: Very Hyper, Multi, M/F, Family/Incest, Growth, Cumflation/Milkflation, Tailmaws, Excessive Cum

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It was always such a chore to get everyone ready for a night out that it served as its own incentive not to prepare anything special at all; when they had to go through hours of pre-departure check-ups just to make sure they didn’t cause a scene when they got to their destination, it really made the older bun wonder whether it wouldn’t be better to just splurge out on take-out and call it a day. Certainly wasn’t made any better by her son having decided to just not be there for most of the preparations either; if he thought he could get away from everything by just skipping the proceedings, he was dead wrong.

Contrary to what the momma bun thought however, there was nothing malicious about Cream not being there in time for her to check if his productivity was low enough and his nuts were properly emptied; it just so happened that he got distracted getting out of work and was unfortunately stuck emptying out in a public restroom in order to keep himself from making a scene elsewhere. Didn’t really help that he effectively clogged up every single toilet and sink in there, but at least the damage was contained to one single room rather than spread out a large road; besides, it was a restroom, it was supposed to be cleaned on a regular basis, and it wasn’t as if hypers weren’t a fact of life.

It was, however, a testament to his virility that by the time he was climbing up the stairs to their family home, he could already feel the weight mounting between his legs. It was an oddly productive day, so much so that he’d gone through a whole condom pack at work and still had to borrow a few from the other hypers in the office, and this could only mean one thing: more draining would be needed at home. The poor thing had completely forgotten about their plans to head out for dinner that day, being slightly too busy trying not to lose his mind completely whenever he stuffed another quadruple-XL-sized rubber and turned it into an almost-bursting plastic blimp; that, and the fact that the elevator was broken, so by the time he even reached the front door of the apartment, he had to stop to collect himself. It was impressive how his balls were already full enough to reach the ground, straining his short’s ability to hold onto them; his twin cocks were firmly out for everyone to see though, and given their size, would probably need to be angled down in order to fit through the opening. With his eyes already glazing over and the tip of his tongue desperate to loll out of an open mouth, Cream turned the key and walked inside, only to be met with his family, standing there in the living room staring at him.

For a moment, he wondered why exactly his mother and two sisters were all dressed up like they were supposed to go somewhere, but the time it took for him to push his shafts down enough for them to fit through the door was enough for the sight to jog his memory: why of course, they were meant to go somewhere, and he’d just up and decided to have a bad day for that. Not his fault, honestly, and as soon as the other three women in the room saw him, they immediately realized that the poor bun really wasn’t to blame for being tardy; he’d just had a productive day, was all.

“Sorry I’m late,” Cream sighed as he closed the door behind him, throwing his coat onto the ground and angling his cocks further down towards the three women in front of him, “seriously miscalculated how full I got, did I miss something?”

“Nothing important,” Anise replied, drawing a very indignant stare from their mother; Cream’s sister casually pulled off her own pants to reveal a single shaft of her own, undoing her shirt while she was at it as well, “need some help draining out?”

“If you wouldn’t mind” - Cream instantly took advantage of the opportunity to angle one of his rods directly towards that of his sister’s, unceremoniously shoving his tip into hers and pushing forward until the other bun’s length was seriously bulged out by his own - “Sorry for ruining everything, but you know what it’s like.”

All three women scoffed simultaneously before springing into action, taking up position like they usually did; disregarding their clothing completely, both Pol and Anise each brought one of their breasts to bear on their brother’s mouth, allowing the other one to hang freely and have its contents leak onto the ground. Cream himself, sensing an opportunity, finally allowed his body to relax, releasing a whole cloud of musk that they’d been holding onto for the whole day. This had the quite fortunate side-effect of lowering the three bun gals’ inhibitions even more, and before anyone knew it, Cream’s mom, Nia, had already opened her mouth wide and invited her son’s free shaft into it.

For anyone else, this sudden turn of events might’ve been harsh enough to cause whiplash, but it was par for the course in the Etcher household; if not for Cream, then for either of the three gals servicing him, because their unique biology ensured that when one of them had a bad day, that was instantly everyone else’s problem as well. It wasn’t for nothing that they had drains installed everywhere in their home, nor that their domicile had its own plumbing system separate from the rest of the building’s; if they hadn’t received those amenities, the entire structure would be constantly flooded on a regular basis, and while heavily-transformative milk might be something that people grew to love (and quite literally so), having runaway hyper-inducement fluids running about uncontrolled was in no one’s best interests.

Thankfully, the effects they had on the buns themselves were entirely temporary, owing to their genetic make-up, but no less potent; it didn’t take long before Pol and Anise’s breasts began to grow far in excess of their ability to hold them up, their own lactic production skyrocketing as they struggled to feed Cream’s endless desire for more. The sole male bun made sure to milk those two for all they were worth, not only bringing his hands up to help massage the two tits he had stuck in his mouth, but having his body alter itself in order to make good use of the ones that weren’t actively pouring a waterfall of sweet milk down his throat.

Down below, his bushy little tail elongated until it reached the ground, growing several feet in length before developing a seam that ran all the way from the tip to its base; seconds later, it had split into two identical copies, both of which had their ends fatten up into a large ball, almost like fat was being deposited into them via a pump. Wouldn’t take long before the far ends of his tails opened up to reveal some kind of mouth, two tailmaws that immediately swung around to latch themselves onto Pol and Anise’s free and hanging breasts, clamping themselves shut tightly around their leaking nipples. Three mouths, four faucets of milk, and already Cream felt like he could die happy.

It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows though. While he and his sisters were busying themselves milking and being milked for all they were worth, someone had to do the hard work of actually draining the bun out, and as usual that task fell squarely on Nia… not that the momma bun really minded; it gave her full access to two cocks that never seemed to run out of spunk, after all, not to mention the accompanying twin sets of cum factories that she could already hear gurgling loudly enough to make her blush furiously. Not an easy feat, considering the sort of things that household was used for on a regular basis.

With one of Cream’s cocks firmly lodged inside that of his sister Anise’s, the two of them did very little beyond trade volume and size; with their bodies already in full flow, it was very much a case of one of them emptying out in the other, who would then pay back the favour and start the whole process all over again. With their bodies being the way that they were, each time this current of cum was exchanged between them it grew bigger and thicker, and before long both of their nuts were easily doubling up in size each time before emptying out, a multiplication factor that would only get worse with time. This left only one avenue to vent all of that excess pressure: the one shaft of Cream’s that was stuck down Nia’s throat.

The momma bun had an almost supernatural ability to take loads and keep begging for more, with her body doing most of the work in getting rid of all that protein by reprocessing it into yet more momma bun. There used to be a time in which she was person-sized, and not the absolute behemoth of curves that she was in present day; years and years of having to take care of her children’s needs had ensured that her body had become a monument to fertility, and not a single day went by that she didn’t clog something up with how much milk she produced on a regular basis, or at least ended up hip-checking something so hard that it broke, usually a doorframe.

On the other hand, this had given her enough expertise to be handle to handle a rod the size of Cream’s with a sort of ease that bordered on the unreasonable, even when most of her throat was cockmeat by mass and she could barely even breathe; it was the only way she could avoid a disastrous growthsplosion, and it just so happened that thanks to her son and one of her daughters being stuck inside one another, what she was receiving was an unholy and extremely powerful mix of both of their seeds, leading to quite a bit of belly swelling within just a few seconds of her starting to gulp down the constant loads. Cream and Anise swapped spunks, and some of it would eventually be vented out into Nia, who had effectively become a living pressure release valve.

Not much better than her two daughters, both of which were having a hard time dealing with all the milk they were making. It was always a problem with them, given that the more aroused they became, the more they produced, inevitably leading down to a point where, no matter how hard Cream’s mouth or tailmaws emptied them out, it simply wasn’t enough to deal with all of the lactic production. How long it took before their tits were too big for them to stand was the only variable, because they would end up kneeling on the ground unable to move, pinning their brother down as the amount of milk draining into his body grew higher and higher… thus leading to Cream making good use of it in the only way he could: increasing his own productivity.

It was a vicious cycle, and one that would only end when the whole group reached climax; until it did though, all it accomplished was making the male bun’s four nuts output at an increasingly accelerated rate, gallons upon gallons more multiplying within those things until even Anise’s body couldn’t handle it anymore. No matter how hard the herm bun tried to keep the cycle where she and her brother took turns filling the other up, her own loads weren’t powerful enough to face up to both the intensity and frequency of her brother’s, and soon enough she was being continuously filled by both Cream’s endless stream and her own backed-up spunk production. Wouldn’t take long before she felt her nuts slam into the ground and start riding up her back at an alarming rate, and from there it was a quick and easy jaunt to have some of that protein shoot right back up into her tits and double up her milkiness; within just a couple of minutes, she was trapped between a body-sized bust on one side, and a similarly enormous pair of cumtanks on the other.

As for Nia, all she could really do was keep working on the shaft she had access to and hope to the heavens above that she’d be able to bring her son to some semblance of climax before the whole house was flooded; the ground was already coated in an half-inch thick layer of fluids, so if she didn’t get it done soon, the whole building was going to be cleaning up the stairwell for the next two days or so. Luckily for everyone involved though, a whole day of edging himself, coupled with having three lovely, gorgeous beauties servicing him with such immense gusto, was more than enough to drive Cream to the very edge, at which point he gleefully jumped off; he’d spent so long pent up that all he really wanted was to get it over with, so as soon as he opened his eyes and saw what was happening… well…

Pol, to his left, looking perfectly normal apart from each of her tits being so stuffed that it was about as big as the rest of her. Anise, to his right, with a rack so massive that each milktank alone was the size of her sister’s entire body, tits and all, with nuts to match. And finally Nia, out in front of him, already blimped out by his own endless output and looking ready to double up on her already outrageous curves; how could he not orgasm on the spot, knowing he had such wonderful lovers to share the moment with?

Sadly, everyone present massively underestimated just how pent up the poor bun was. Anyone standing outside their front door would be treated to a perfectly regular opening in one second, and then a cloud of atomized splinters in the other, followed by a spurt of cum so powerful that it might as well be a tidal wave, a whole pool’s worth of jizz barreling out from inside the Etcher household at such a high speed that it managed to smash through the elevator in the landing and still end up flying off the building after piercing the outer walls… and didn’t really stop until there was a waterfall (cumfall?) going all the way down to the ground floor, with flooding alarms going off in every apartment in the building. Within the buns’ home, a several-inch-thick layer of creamy white covered everything, with a formless mass in the middle indicating where all four of the hypers were, the mass heaving up and down as all of the Etchers struggled to breathe after such an explosive climax.

Any plans to do with going out for dinner had been wiped clean from their minds, but that was perfectly fine. This sort of thing was routine.

And they still had round two to go.