Glorious End - Part 1 (Commission for Drash)

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

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It had been a while since he felt that nervous, especially around his mom; the drake was used to feeling like he could freely share the goings-on of his life with her without having to worry, but now that Sheyla was in his life, things just didn’t seem that simple, though not necessarily in a bad way. He really, really wanted things to work out between them, and though he was certain his mom would be positively delighted to meet the young dragoness and make her acquaintance, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong in some unpredictable way. It nagged at the back of his head all throughout the ride to the coffee place, enough that Sheyla herself asked him what was wrong several times; Drash had to resort to some white lies about how he was just excited, was all, something he was certain his girlfriend didn’t buy.

He had agreed to meet with his mother Tria at one of her favourite spots, a little place downtown that made “the best damn coffee in the city” according to her. The older woman was fully aware of what the meet-up was about, and even expressed genuine interest in meeting the girl who “stole the heart” of her precious little Dash, but still the drake kept thinking that something was… off, about the whole thing. He did his best to push the feeling down where it wouldn’t bother him, finding a place to park his car and then taking several deep breaths before getting out of the car.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Sheyla asked him, her tone concerned, one hand on his shoulder.

“I’m… worried,” Drash finally admitted, sighing, “that maybe I’ll screw it up somehow.”

The dragoness huffed, pulling her special other closer to her before planting a smooch on his forehead, providing a hug as she did so. Somehow, despite the simplicity of that gesture, the drake did genuinely feel a lot better.

“You’ll be fine,” she told him, “we’ll be fine. You keep telling me your mom’s the best person ever, I’m sure she won’t mind us getting together so quickly; besides, the midterms were pretty good, so it’s not like we’ve been fooling around wasting time, now is it?”

“I guess…”

“We’ll be fine, Drash, I promise you” - why was it that it was Sheyla telling him that his mother would take their relationship well? - “So chin up, head straight, and now I wanna meet your mom. Come on!”

She brought the two of them closer together, one arm entangled in the other’s, and offered that wide, warm smile that never failed to melt away all of the drake’s worries. He tried to return it, doing a poor job of it, before heading out towards the coffee shop, where his mother was already waiting for them. She waved upon seeing them, looking far less excited than she usually did when meeting new people; Drash had neglected to mention to Sheyla that, as much as his mom was eager to meet her, Tria wasn’t necessarily onboard with their relationship for the reasons she assumed, but for other, far more personal ones. The drake had never had much luck in the love department, scraping by his highschool experience with a handful of friendships and a couple of failed attempts at starting a relationship; at the time, Sheyla had been this seemingly unattainable “prize” that Drash could never hope to be with, a kind of thinking he worked on getting rid of now that the two of them were together. She wasn’t this perfect being of love and affection that deserved his every moment, but another person, just like him; and the greatest thing that his girlfriend ever did for him was treating him like everyone else, that day when she decided to give him a chance after noticing him pining after her for so long.

Contrary to what they both expected, the two hit it off quite quickly, finding a few shared interests and working from there towards building a more stable relationship. They’d already gone on two dates, both successes by all definitions of the word, and thus were comfortable enough in “officializing” the relationship with Drash’s mom. Unfortunately for them, Tria was less than enthused about the possibility of her precious drake ending up with his heart broken; being as protective of him as she was, the older woman saw her son’s partner less as a young adult trying to turn herself around from highschool mentality and explore what it truly meant to be in love with someone, and more like an opportunist trying to see how far she could go with someone before getting bored with them. It was eminently unfair to Sheyla, and made for some rather uncomfortable conversations between Drash and his mom, but it was something they’d have to discuss eventually; better that they meet somewhere public so nothing out of the ordinary happened.

The two women met one another and exchanged pleasantries, Tria complimenting Sheyla’s choice of attire while the latter let the former know how happy she was to finally meet the “best mom” that the drake often talked about. Tria shot a glance at her son, raising an eyebrow in a gesture that forced a blush onto his cheeks and made him shrink back into his chair… but at least helped soothe her fears just the tiniest bit. She was still suspicious of Sheyla, even if she hid it well, and was ready to probe her for everything that might potentially be a threat.

Unbeknownst to all three dragons, their fate was being sealed as they spoke, in a plane of existence several leagues beyond their understanding. There, getting out of what might be considered a bed, a goddess was grumbling about having to go to work so early, and to conduct such nasty business as well; the order has just come in that universe CFAA-43B was due for demolition thanks to some improper filing or whatever else, and in the absence of any destroyer entity that could do the job properly, it fell on her to get it done, as the general supervisor for that chunk of the multiverse. It was always a bother whenever anything like that had to happen, given that so many lives were on the line… but mostly because the office had a long-running tradition whereby no two universes could ever be destroyed in the same way, something that used to be fun and exciting a few aeons before, but had turned into a waste of time now that most of the interesting methods had already been taken.

That time, however, the goddess had decided to go for a different approach. Typically, destruction on the scale was wrought from the top-down, with the deity assigned to that slice of reality effectively wielding their powers to unmake creation from outside the box it was in. But Auria wasn’t like most of her colleagues; she appreciated a challenge, and above all loved the artistry that came with destruction, seeing most of the demolition as uninspired at best, and downright blasé and monotonous at worst. She’d been looking into some potential candidates for what she had in mind, and was quite happy to find three in particular that would fit the bill, three dragons that were ripe for the kind of apocalyptic levels of mayhem that she was hoping to unleash. As compensation for her having to do something that wasn’t technically part of her job description, her superiors allowed her to keep a handful of things from the condemned universe, up to and including sentient lifeforms, a permission that Auria fully intended to exploit to the best of her ability; after all, what better way to ensure the destruction of reality than to use the very creatures that it helped to support?

To that end, she had just the plan for how to get rid of that pesky reality in a way that would let her have some fun, but to do so, she needed to be very careful with how she put it into action; too much power and it would overwhelm their mortal minds, too little and it wouldn’t have the desired effect, ending up with even more of a mess to clean up and a large amount of explanations owed to her higher-ups. It was a delicate balance, but one that the goddess was sure she was capable of, and thus she sat down at her desk, turned on her terminal, and went to work modifying the very code of reality to make way for her next step.

Back down on planet Earth, the trio of dragons had begun to hit it off properly, and though Tria was still reticent to trust her son’s girlfriend anytime soon, she was at least convinced she had his best wishes in mind and had very little in the way of malice or selfishness; in fact, she was quite the mature young woman, and the older dragoness could see how and why her son came to be so interested in her… though this did bring out a new problem, one that Tria herself never expected: jealousy.

It made no sense for her to feel that, and for her son of all people, but there it was, clear as day. The longer she interacted with Sheyla, the more Drash’s mother came to think of her less as a threat to her son’s well-being and long-term success, and more of a threat to herself, competition in fact, for her progeny’s attention. It took her a few moments to realize that this wasn’t normal, that she shouldn’t be attracted to her son in that way, before Auria’s actions wiped that thought from her mind and replaced it simple acceptance; yes, it was perfectly normal for her, as Drash’s mom, to feel like the drake’s girlfriend was a direct competitor to her, given she too wanted to monopolize that young thing’s attention and make good use of their virility while it was at its highest. And while Sheyla didn’t yet develop the same kind of adversarial thinking, it was already forming within her head; whereas before she’d been happy and excited at the prospect of meeting her partner’s most important family member, now she felt wary and apprehensive whenever she looked at her, as if the older dragoness would pounce on her at the first opportunity she got.

Drash, meanwhile, was just relieved that the two women were handling things so well, blissfully unaware of what was going on inside their heads. The goddess’ backstage work had begun to modify the drake as well, though not mentally; it was important for Auria’s plan that Drash be able to provide the raw fuel and materials required for what she had in mind, and the first thing that had to happen for that to come true was to make him be… larger. The drake had always been average in size, so much so that the thought of it just never came to mind, and with the potential for a sex life still distant in his horizon, he didn’t spend much time wondering about it; thus, it was easy for him to filter out the odd sensation of tightness and pressure building up inside his loins, attributing it to his latent nervousness rather than supernatural growth inducement.

But indeed, what was taking place inside his pants was nothing if not the work of a true deity, and a bored one at that, with the shaft hidden away inside of his slit growing larger and heftier as the minutes ticked away, the cum factories attached to it going in the same direction; it made for a slightly uncomfortable feeling, like he’d just stuffed far too much food down his gullet… just further down than what it would normally be. Any concern that Drash might’ve had for it was quickly taken care of by Auria’s careful manipulation; to the drake, this was now just his new normal. The same could be said for the two dragonesses sitting in front of him, who suddenly found their chests to be a lot tighter than they used to be; an unfamiliar warmth began to spread through them, and a new weight started to appear, tugging at their backs as their busts slowly billowed outward. But it wasn’t merely size, not just fat and mass, but a certain fullness as well; both women had begun to lactate!

At first, the three were quick to react to such a change, and Tria was even about to make a comment about it, before Auria’s quick thinking made sure that none of them thought twice about it; as far as they knew, they had always been milky, and not just in any normal way either, but so productive that they would grow outwards as they filled up, unless they were actively drained at least three or four times a day. It was at odds with their relatively small size… but that was something the goddess was about to work on soon enough. Sheyla was the first to suggest they should do something about their leak, seeing as the two women’s shirts were already getting stained by their cream, to which Tria agreed and suggested that Drash follow them, just in case his help was required. None of them thought this was at all strange, and the drake thus dutifully got up and followed his mother and girlfriend to the establishment’s female bathroom, much to the suspicion of everyone around them. Once inside, the dragonesses were quick to remove their shirts and rummage around in their bags for their milking pumps, which of course didn’t exist; Auria hadn’t bothered to adjust reality at that level, knowing what it would lead to.

And indeed, the first thing that came to their minds was having Drash pull up his sleeves and get to work milking the two women desperate for some relief, while they got busy washing up their own shirts in the sinks. If anyone walked in on them at that point, what they would see would probably leave them flabbergasted and stunned beyond words, but for Tria, Sheyla and Drash, having the latter take turns emptying out their busts by using his hands, and later his mouth, to free up their milk flow, seemed perfectly logical, if not outright reasonable. They had fake memories already implanted into them, of the long hours that Drash spent emptying out both women when he was alone with them, of him having to deal with countless suckling sessions where, for one reason or another, his girlfriend or mother happened to have produced more than usual. By then, it was seen less as a lewd display and more of a regular thing that just had to happen, which is precisely why it led to Drash not noticing what happened to him downstairs.

Unbeknownst to the drake, his own body had undergone a few changes in productivity as well, with both of his nuts starting to output a lot more than they used to; it was now regular for him to constantly be dripping with precum wherever he went, to the point where he cursed himself for having forgotten his (non-existent) absorbent pads back home, and choosing to remove his pants to prevent further damage to them. Neither Sheyla nor Tria found this odd either; if anything, they too were confused why their lover boy didn’t have his extra-absorbing underwear on, given that he had a near-constant trickle of pre oozing down from his tip and onto the ground. He apologized for it, in between milky gulps, removing his underwear and adding it onto the pile of clothes that the two gals were taking turns cleaning up while he serviced them dutifully. All the while, his balls continued to grow in size, as well as his shaft, inch after inch with them creeping downwards and outwards, until he could feel those cum factories pushing up against the inside of his legs, wincing whenever a particularly strong burst of precum shot out from him. This was his life now, and this was what he had to deal with every day.

Not that he was going to complain; being able to milk those two beauties whenever they needed to was the best of his daily routine, especially in those few times where, no matter how much he tried, he could never empty them out properly. Auria made sure to implant those ideas into their heads, that it was just a regular thing for Tria and Sheyla to suddenly grow bigger by a couple of cup sizes, with an accompanying increase in milk production. That this meant the two were going down a vicious cycle that none of them could do anything about didn’t really register with any of the three, because frankly, all they cared about was how Drash’s mother was suddenly packing a pair of extremely plump G-cups, and Sheyla was a few letters above that; this led to a bit of a spat between the two, as the drake’s girlfriend insisted (with some reason) that, being the biggest among the two, she needed more attention in order to empty out, while Tria attempted to invoke some non-existent “mother’s privilege” in order to keep priority over this upstarts. Drash, as usual, wasn’t allowed to participate in the conversation; he’d just milk whoever he was told to milk, all while trying to keep his raging hard-on down for as long as he could. It was a simple fact that those long discussions of theirs inevitably ended in the three of them rolling around fucking one another until they couldn’t walk straight, so far as he cared, everything else in between that and where he was then was just… filler. At points he felt like shouting that the two women should just kiss and make out already, so at least he could join in; having to sit there listening to them gripe about how huge their tits were actually got boring at times.

That is, of course, until they got down to business to actually do something productive with their day. As was “usual” with their public outings, the same ones that hadn’t happened until that very day, Drash found something to barricade the door with, stacking several rubbish bins together to keep anyone from interrupting them. By the time he was done and turned around, Tria and Sheyla were already fully naked and rolling around on the floor, embracing one another as tightly as they possibly could, and leaving the drake feeling extremely jealous for not having been invited yet. It did give him an opportunity to admire them though, and there was plenty there for him to see.

Both women had their breasts enlarged to frankly absurd proportions, and neither of them were aware of the sort of change that had been brought about to their bodies. Used to carrying an A- or B-cup all their life, they nonetheless wore their chest-obscuring tits with as much ease and natural grace as if they’d been doing it for years, enough that they were happily smushing them together and hoping to be the one that could nippledock first and keep the other one pinned down. Their labia were swelling as well, with both dragonesses’ puffy lower mounds engorging to the point where it looked almost unnatural, and yet to Drash it felt more alluring and inviting than anything; a big cock required an equally big slit to fill, and both of his options were certainly big enough to fill that role… enough that he began to walk towards them, almost unconsciously, with his dick throbbing with each step, inches added onto its length, his balls swelling outwards with seed and extra productivity. In his mind, the need and desire to shove his cock in between those two lower mounds had become irresistible, insurmountable, and as such, the goddess Auria saw fit to give him what he needed to properly please the two women in his life.

With one cock and one pair of balls fully visible outside of his slit, Drash’s options were limited. Either he used it on Tria, Sheyla or neither, with the lattermost option essentially boiling down to sticking his cock between their cunts and hoping that would be enough to satisfy them. But that wouldn’t be enough, and thus his body made sure to give him something that would let him bypass that difficult choice altogether: a brand new shaft, and a fresh pair of cum factories, both of which emerged from within his already-overtaxed slit, which had to widen and deepen to compensate. For one second, and one second alone, Drash knew something was wrong, before his memory was reset and put back where it “should” be; of course he’d always had two dicks and two sets of balls, of course each cock was two foot long while fully turgid and his nuts were approaching the size of watermelons. It had always been a problem for him, especially during gym class where he had no choice but to reveal himself almost fully, making for some very odd puberty years once the growth began to kick in. Now, however, nowadays he could give both his girlfriend and his mother all the attention they needed and deserved, and to that end, he practically ran at them, bending over so that he could wrap his arms around their torsos and sinking his claws into the ground for leverage. He distinctly recalled removing chunks off the linoleum before he thrust forward for the first time that day, filling both slits at once, and then things sort of… blanked out.

This was normal for him. The stress and effort of having to please two insatiable women, combined with the pleasure feedback storm that wracked his body whenever he got down to actually do it, ensured that regardless of how well-prepared he was, his mind would inevitably break down. The conscious half, at least; he handed over control to his muscle memory and primal instincts, trusting that they’d remember what they were supposed to do, guiding themselves by how loud Sheyla and Tria cried out. Each thrust, each loud thwap of his double set of balls onto their hips and nethers, only made Drash grow heavier still, and no matter how hard he came, no matter how much cum he dumped into those two, it seemed that he just made even more, resulting in a truly bottomless release that never really ended as much as it petered out once the drake became too tired to keep pumping. Once that happened, he’d slip back out, collapse backwards, and feel the throbbing of his shaft continue to dump more spunk onto his own chest, while his partners made due with the bountiful gift he’d just given them.

This had never happened before, but they believed it did. In fact, to them, it was pretty much routine at that point, which made it difficult to understand why their bodies were the way they were; after all, surely they should have even bigger tits if all of those loads made their already-colossal breasts inflate further, ending up with bosoms that completely covered everything down to the waist and protruded two or so feet from either side of their torso. Surely they shouldn’t be mobile if getting pumped like that meant growing an extra pair of tits underneath the original pair, one that immediately grew to match the original one. This was to say nothing of how they immediately became gravid within the first five minutes of having their lover’s cum sprayed into them, a dozen or so eggs forming out of nowhere and pushing their bellies outwards; put all of this together, along with the belief that encounters like those were normal, and it was difficult to justify why they weren’t even bigger…

… at least until Auria went and eliminated that little concern from their heads; couldn’t afford to have her test subjects doubt the validity of her sick little experiment.