Glorious End - Part 4 (Commission for Drash)

TAGS: M/F, Growth/Unaware Growth, Hyper, Multi, Dragon/Dragoness, Incest, Threesome

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As for the dragoness, her own body continued to grow, becoming so heavy that, rather than tipping forwards, it simply fell backwards onto the empty chairs behind her, breaking through the plastic and metal and ending up with Tria flat on her back and unable to move, the weight of her tits too much for her to do anything but grind her legs against them and hope that her son could bring her to climax soon enough. It wouldn’t be the first time that she was almost smothered by her own size, and as much as she liked to think it was an unwelcome experience, Tria nonetheless kept trying to be in that position at every possible opportunity. Her body, too, changed to match the drakes’ new anatomy, sprouting additional slits in order to fit the two additional cocks ramming into her, even if they weren’t being filled like they should be; inside, each one would be connected to three wombs, each womb supported by at least six ovaries each, turning the older dragoness into a breeding machine whose only purpose in life was to be filled with eggs at any and all points. Such a shame, then, that her own libido had made it impossible for her to hold back; had she the ability to keep herself from climaxing, she might’ve become big enough to get a titfuck and a proper breeding, but after Drash threw himself at her with such gusto, how could she not cum her brains out in response? With a long, drawn-out moan that cracked her voice partway through, the dragoness crossed the line and flew off the edge, her many mounds erupting with torrents of femcum that splashed loudly against the floor, just as her many, many rows of breasts did the same with their milky content. Jets of warm, thick cream flew upwards and slammed into the ceiling and onto the walls, dripping and oozing down, filling the atmosphere and heating up the theater with their lactic scent, driving Drash to thrust deeper and harder into the many folds of his mom’s tits, at least until he was certain that she was well and truly in full flow. Over the course of the following minutes, Tria’s breasts would empty out and the dragoness would go back to being a barely-cognizant mess, gasping for breath while lying down on a puddle of her own juices; in the meantime, the younger dragon took the opportunity to back away, his many cocks linked to the cleavages they were fucking by thick strands of cum, hoping that he could get to Sheyla while Tria experienced the most mind-shattering orgasm of her life. Only then did he see that he made… the right choice.

He did say that the biggest one of the two dragonesses would be the lucky one to be bred properly, and while initially he thought that titfucking his mom hard enough for her to go into full-blown milkgasm was slightly unfair to her chances, now he could see that she never really had a chance at all. Even with him furiously jackhammering into her cleavage and giving her every reason to throw her milk production into overdrive, Tria didn’t even come close to Sheyla’s size; in fact, the other dragoness was so gigantic that Drash had to wonder how he hadn’t seen it or felt it while he was busy fucking his mom just now. His girlfriend had obviously tipped forward herself, seeing as she was lying atop her dozen tits, but whatever she did to herself had left her so bloated, to overinflated, that each of her milk factories was three times taller than Drash was, and so ridiculously wide that it was a wonder how he hadn’t noticed them before. Only after looking down did he realize that Sheyla hadn’t been venting any of her production; every drop of milk she produced had been forced to stay inside of her tits, forcing them to expand at an increasingly large rate the bigger they became, until the younger dragoness was past the halfway point to the ceiling and completely stranded on a bed of milkiness that was visibly growing at a faster pace the longer Drash stared at it. Not one to waste time, he threw himself at the nearest breast, sinking his fingers into it in order to climb towards his special other, his four shafts smearing gallons of cum all over the side of it; Sheyla’s reaction was to moan even louder and fill up even quicker, until a single one of her breasts could fit Tria at her biggest size a couple of times over, and Tria herself was being pushed further and further away. By the time the drake reached the top, his head was almost touching the insulated ceiling, leaving him with just barely enough room to aim his cocks at the multiple slits already waiting for him; Sheyla’s body had obviously been waiting for him to work his magic, and without any hesitation, Drash immediately aimed his rods as best as he could and slammed himself into his girlfriend, bottoming out on the first motion.

The effects were immediate: the moment that his base impacted the dragoness’ body and his eight cum factories slapped loudly against her, every nipple she had opened up and a tidal wave of milk poured out from each one, completely obliterating most of the seats and opening several holes in the walls. Despite this, the size of those tits barely went down at all… though, now that Drash thought about it, wasn’t this normal? Yes, he absolutely remembered Sheyla having episodes like these, and they always ended up with him having to rut her for what felt like hours just to get her back to a mobile size. Well, in that case, there was nothing more he could do than… just that. Thrust after thrust after thrust, the dragon hilted himself inside of her, womb-filling loads pushed into her many egg makers just as her milky udders were slowly emptied out, spurt by spurt, moan by moan, until the whole cinema was plastered in white and every breath the trio of dragons took left them feeling drunk with lust. It might’ve been just minutes or several hours, it was hard to tell when they were so deep in the throes of passion, but eventually Drash did manage to bring Sheyla down to a more manageable size… at least for her breasts. Were it not for the fact that her wombs were now filled with seed and producing eggs at a ridiculously accelerated rate, she might have been able to walk on her own two feet; as it stood, however, she merely traded one form of immobility for another, and wouldn’t waste too much time in going back to being a colossal, bloated blob in dire need of emptying.

As Drash waited for his girlfriend to be done, he turned his attention back to his mom again, who by that point had recovered enough for him to get down to business and breed her as well; despite the constant output, his nuts were still dreadfully stuffed, so much so that they were hanging barely an inch off the ground. Once he was next to Tria, they were already grazing against it, and the poor dragoness barely had a second to prepare in between her son grabbing her legs and pulling them upwards and the drake being once again balls deep inside her many slits. There was no chance in hell that the dragon would ever become empty anymore, and that was fine; such was his life that, no matter how many times he climaxed, no matter how much cum poured out of him, he never quite felt like he was satisfied, a very fortunate side-effect of his unique condition. For his two lovers, this meant a constant, bottomless supply of virile seed that could be used to fertilize as many eggs as they’d like, and in that moment, for Tria, this meant having her many wombs stuffed to the brim and made to multiply a brand new clutch, to be delivered mere minutes later.

With Drash falling backwards after a second rutting, trying to keep himself together as he breathed in the hot, heavy air, his ears were filled with the sounds of both skin groaning and throats moaning as the two dragonesses near him inflated with the newest generation inside of them, their belly becoming so tremendously huge that they made their tits look positively tiny by comparison. Sheyla in particular had gone all the way up to the ceiling, a large section of it crumbling to make room for her gravid self, before the first egg slid out of her and the inevitable shrinking began; by comparison, Tria only barely got to the roofing before emptying out, a fact that did not escape her in the slightest. She looked to the side, towards her main competitor, mentally chastising herself for being shown up by such a disrespectful upstart; how dare that hussy outproduce her?! How dare she be bigger than her? Clearly, this meant that more training was required, and her own body had to be stretched further in order to accommodate larger loads.

All of this was for later though; for the time being, the two women underwent the long, arduous process of getting back up from the floor, where they had been swimming around in a several inch-thick layer of their milk, their legs… surprisingly able to hold up what their bodies had become. He would’ve expected a bit of wobbling, given that each dragoness now had to carry so many breasts that, even as the lowermost pair was dragging along the ground, the topmost row was blocking their view, and yet somehow they managed to keep standing perfectly still, even after such explosive orgasms. The reason for this was obvious as soon as Drash bothered to look closer: it hadn’t just been their tits that grown… though, of course, as far as the drake was concerned, Tria and Sheyla had always had hips wide enough to get stuck in doors, and thighs so thick that he could squeeze them and have his fingers disappear into their soft flesh, not to mention asscheeks of such colossal dimensions that he could probably balance a drink cup on them and it wouldn’t tip over. For all of them, this was just the normal state of affairs, and for the goddess Auria, who at that point had done nothing but allow their growth to carry on, it provided for one hell of a show; one she was “enjoying” privately with as much enthusiasm as her new pets.

In the meantime, it was clear from all the damage around them that the group should probably get moving somewhere before the cinema employees started to ask questions. Sheyla and Tria spent a couple of minutes arguing with one another over what to do, ending with them pressing their many rows of tits together in an effort to push the other one over, before Drash put an end to the conversation by going along with Tria’s suggestion that they hit the local lake beach rather than continue to explore the shopping centre. Sheyla balked at the idea, but the drake stood firm in his decision: his girlfriend had been the one to suggest they go to the movies, so it was only fair that his mom get to decide where they go next. The look of sheer, unfettered jealousy that crossed the younger dragoness’ face might have been hidden by her titstack, but the sounds she was making certainly weren’t, warranting a shit-eating grin and a playful poke of her breasts on the part of the older woman, who even went so far as to stand alongside Drash on the way out and hook her arm around his. To say that the ticket taker and staff were surprised by the sudden emergence of the transformed dragons was an understatement, but once again, shock and pheromones conspired to make it impossible for them to do anything about it… anything but drool and quietly beg to be next.

Getting to the lake was going to be tricky, given that walking was no longer an option and their bodies were so massive that there was no chance they could ride in a taxi; it was a normal concern for them, hence why they made their way to the nearest bus stop and patiently waited for the first one to arrive, all while nearby bystanders did their best to either ignore them or at least try to keep their own hands away from their bodies. It was an uphill struggle, and not one that many excelled at, so by the time the bus ground to a halt next to the three, most of the people around them were either openly fondling themselves or finding the nearest partner to fuck. The vehicle’s suspension groaned audibly when Sheyla squeezed her way on-board, taking an inordinate amount of time to get her tits through the door; she managed to get a complaint out before Tria pushed her in, the younger dragoness ending up smashing against the driver’s seat and completely burying the poor guy at the wheel, before turning around and cursing the older woman out for being so pushy. It took Drash raising a single finger for both of them to quiet down, and for his mom to squeeze in herself while his girlfriend went and found a couple of empty seats. Only after trying and failing to force herself onto some empty room did the dragoness realize her body might be slightly too big to fit, at which point she gave up and decided to just take the hit and stand up for the whole ride.

“Where are our seats?” Drash asked, after managing to get in after Tria, “You know we can’t fit into the normal ones, your bus is supposed to have accessible seats for us!”

The driver, still reeling from having his entire body smushed by a stack of tits bigger than he was, could only stare ahead blankly and babble some nonsense words before growing quiet underneath the drake’s angered stare. It took his mother pulling him away for Drash to drop the subject, and even then he did so with a scowl and an audible string of expletives that temporarily broke their surrounding onlookers from their pheromone-induced stupor. Finally, about ten minutes too late, the bus’ engine roared into action again, the wheels very clearly complaining about the immense weight they were being forced to carry, all while the three dragons took up most of the central area of the bus with their engorged, overinflated bodies. Riding public transport was always a bother, especially when the vehicle didn’t have any seats big enough for them; the bumpy ride made it difficult for them to focus, given that the ensuing shockwaves coursing through their bodies ensured that their arousal was kept at uncomfortably high levels. Didn’t take long before their eyes began to wander downwards… or, well, just about anywhere really; with the dragonesses’ titstacks reaching from floor to ceiling, there weren’t a lot of places they could look that didn’t have some manner of curves.

All three of them knew they had to keep it clean, though what constituted “clean” for them was remarkably different from most people’s definition: not strong enough to elicit an enormous growth spurt (they were inside a moving bus, after all), but just enough to cause plenty of bloating and quite a bit of flooding. For the first time in quite a while, this meant that Tria and Sheyla could take the initiative, with the latter flattening her back against a window and the former sandwiching the drake’s body between herself and her main rival. Drash was thus stuck between two sets of multi-rows so massive that he literally could not move an inch, with most of the stimulation coming from the vehicle’s motion transferring into swaying, jiggling, rippling and a whole lot of bouncing; it was a full-body massage that would last for as long as it took for them to reach their destination, and conveniently served to further engorge the two women, even after they mutually agreed not to. How could it not, when it was the perfect opportunity for their nipples to meet and dock with one another, their udders filling one another up in an asymmetric, inconsistent manner, taking a while before their overall shape equalized all over. Drash, caught in the middle of the cream exchange, could do little but go limp and enjoy it while it lasted, as his body slowly morphed to give him the final piece of the puzzle: a fifth shaft slowly grew in next to the previous four, with an accompanying pair of nuts and the internal cum factories lining it, while all five rods gradually became hardened with ridges, spikes, and an assortment of knots of varying sizes, all of which were far greater than anything any other male could bring to bear. As soon as he was freed from that titty prison, the two dragonesses keeping him there were going to get the largest filling yet… but until then, he allowed himself to relax, as the floor beneath them was bent out of shape almost as much as the ceiling. How exactly Tria and Sheyla would leave the bus after they got to the lake was, at that point, an engineering problem…

… one that was fixed by the collective efforts of a couple dozen individuals who, by the time the bus reached its final destination, had been effectively mindwiped into becoming faithful servants of the three dragons now openly fucking one another in whatever way they could with the limited room they had. Amazingly, they managed to extract both Tria and Sheyla at the same time without having to cut a whole in the bus’ chassis, all while allowing Drash to thrust his five cocks into the many cleavages surrounding him completely undisturbed. It was an achievement and a half, even if the vehicle could barely move even after the three dragons were pulled out; the suspension was busted, there was milk getting into everywhere, and even if none of this were true, the driver was pretty much unable to do his job properly anymore, being slightly too busy getting railed by one of the passengers while begging for them to go deeper.

At the very least, they had reached the actual lake; the beach was just a couple hundred yards away, filled with innocent bystanders who didn’t know just who or what had descended upon them, nor what sort of fate awaited them. All they wanted was to spend their day under the sun, maybe eat a few sandwiches, have an excuse to drink far too much soda, then go home so they could reminisce on how amazing it was; the last thing any of them were expecting was the arrival of a very large group of horned-up pheromone junkies desperate for something to rut, along with a cloud of the pheromones themselves floating through the air from the pile of juices and moaning that were the trio of draconic lewdsters. Neither Drash, Tria nor Sheyla had the mental capacity to do anything other than fuck anymore; in fact, they never had, as far as they could bother to remember. The drake had always been nothing more than a breeder, his two lovers little but egg factories waiting to be stuffed with increasingly-larger loads of cum. Their lives had been naught but a constant cycle of fucking, egg-laying, growing and then repeating this for as long as they could physically go… which, for them, was effectively “forever”, given their supernatural amounts of stamina. Perhaps  in a past life they could’ve summoned up the willpower required to dislodge themselves from one another and walk towards the water, maybe even go so far as to take a swim; now though, their entire world was nothing but endless rutting, endless breeding, and they would know nothing more than a constant, eternal cycle of fucking and filling that would take the whole world by storm.

Just as Auria had planned it.

The goddess watched from afar as the final stages of her plan came to fruition. There was little left to do but watch as the pieces fell into place and her playthings were allowed to consume the entirety of existence to fuel their ascension, getting rid of that pesky universe for her in the process. Their bodies were elastic enough that they could grow as much as required, productive enough to flood countless planets if allowed to keep going; this was exactly the sort of thing that divinities like herself were meant to stop before they went out of control, but given that the dragons’ universe was slated for deletion anyway, the rules no longer applied. She leaned back on her chair, observing from a distance as Sheyla and Tria refused to move apart from one another, their nipples still docked inside one another as they fought for dominance over who would get to be the first one to be bred (again), a fight that Drash, being stuck between the two of them, could do nothing to stop. More and more their udders grew, filled to the bursting and beyond with both their own milk and that of their main competitor, until they couldn’t even reach one another anymore; try as they might, they couldn’t get their fingertips within a foot of one another even with their arms outstretched, and by the time they realized that was the case, the distance had increased threefold.

Within a short minute or two, both of them were already as massive as Sheyla had been back in the cinema, before Drash took care of that problem for her; without the drake to fuck the size out of them one thrust at a time, however, there was nothing stopping them from just bloating further and further, until both dragonesses reached the point of no return and blew past it like it was nothing. No matter how hard the drake tried, there was just no chance he’d be able to make either Sheyla or Tria go back to what they used to be… and why would he want that at all? The whole point was to make them be as big as possible, and to that end, he had a lot of things to do that didn’t involve being stuck inside a titstack of increasingly immense dimensions. While the young dragon squeezed and squirmed his way out, or attempted to at least, the exponential growth taking hold of his two lovers’ bodies continued to multiply onto itself; soon, the milk pressure would be so high that their bodies would be sent flying in opposite directions, the friction no longer enough to keep them together… but for the time being, they yet remained glued to one another, desperate to acquire even the faintest sliver of an advantage over the other. This resulted in not only an increasingly quicker inflationary process in each of their tits, but in the growth spilling over to the rest of them as well: their asscheeks billowed outwards, completely covering their backs and trapping both women in a soft cage of their own flesh, while their thighs fattened and thighs widened in preparation for an egg-laying that would never come again. Amazingly, their actual bodies also managed to reap some of the bounty for once… though it did very little beyond slowly increase their height to a measly ten feet, and by then even a single one of their breasts was easily about five times as wide; hell, even their ass was bigger than the rest of them, consigning them to an eternity in a prison of their own making.

Not that either of them were going to complain, of course.