Glorious End - Part 2 (Commission for Drash)

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

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With all three of them exhausted from the sudden workout, they worked their way back to their feet, quite a difficult feat given that Tria and Sheyla were now carrying several eggs inside of them and Drash had to balance a large set of balls and two throbbing, eager cocks. The floor around them was painted in their juices, and their clothes were turned into tatters; as much as they wanted to stay decent, and indeed they did, there wasn’t a lot they could do when their shirts were just strips of cloth and their jeans had more holes in them than fabric. They stared at the destruction with some confusion, wondering why their clothes had just up and wrecked themselves like that, but figured it was probably just due to their enthusiasm; besides, they were in a mall anyway, so they could just get new ones!

Better do it soon as well, because the eggs inside of the two women’s wombs were already starting to develop, their multiplication beginning in earnest when they waddled out of the bathroom and back into café proper; one egg turned to two, two eggs turned to four, and before long they had their bellies swell outwards, becoming heavier and heavier with each step they took and drawing increasingly louder moans from both dragonesses. This had quite the effect on the rest of the customers around them, who had seen a trio of perfectly regular-looking, if incredibly aroused, dragons walk past them, and were now met with completely different people altogether. It would’ve been scandalous, and yet what they felt instead was a certain degree of attraction for the sight; after all, how could they not blush at Tria and Sheyla’s double row of milk-leaking breasts or their enormous, gravid wombs? How could they not look at Drash and have to immediately look away, lest his twin cocks make them want to jump his bones and beg for attention? The three dragons were both acutely aware of how many people were staring at them and intensely embarrassed by it; with bodies like theirs, they always had to take extra care not to show off, or else this always happened. What they didn’t expect was the positive reception, nor the loud comments on how good they looked; after such a thorough breeding as the one that Drash’s partners had gone through, the amount of pheromones flying around them had gone wild, and though they didn’t yet overwhelm bystanders, they certainly affected their ability to think properly.

It was just their luck that there was a clothes store literally across the hallway from the café, because Sheyla and Tria weren’t going to last much longer. As was usual, their pregnancies progressed at an extremely quick pace, and they weren’t halfway to their destination before both of them tripped and fell forward… falling about an inch or two, given their egg-swollen wombs were just that large. Their moans could be heard all throughout the mall, other customers or passers-by having their heads turn immediately towards the display of fertility happening right there in front of them; the pressure was simply too high for the two women to withstand, and within minutes they were both actively pushing out their egg load, one after another clacking heavily against the flooring and when they hit one another, forming two large, growing piles behind each of the dragonesses as they slowly emptied themselves out… or, as they liked to think of it, made room for more eggs further down the line. It took a while, but eventually they were done, their midriffs back at their normal, flat size, their wombs ready for more, and the eggs stacked up about as tall as Drash’s chest; everyone around them had stopped doing whatever they were doing just to look at the proceedings, and though a few of them thought it might be a good idea to call security, none did, allowing Tria, Dash and Sheyla to walk straight into the clothes store unopposed.

Once inside, it became clear that finding clothes that fit them wouldn’t be as easy as they expected; it was made worse by how none of the workers there seemed to know where they could find anything in their size, with many even asking if the three dragons were “being serious” and whether they should be calling the police about public indecency… though these attempts at establishing normality wouldn’t last for long. As the three lovers remained within the store, so too did the pheromone cloud increase in intensity, making it exceedingly difficult for any of the employees to resist it the more they breathed it in; they still couldn’t give their favourite customers what they wanted, no one could given their size, but at least they began to apologize rather than threatening to kick them out. Nevertheless, Sheyla insisted they try something out anyway, and went off to pick a few items for herself with Tria following closely.

Five minutes later, both women were standing outside a single changing booth, staring at one another through squinted eyes. They could just pick different ones, but they both wanted Drash to come in with them, and that would mean having to share the dragon between them, which as far as they cared was simply not a possibility; though it was almost impossible for them to fit at the same time, they nonetheless tried to do it anyway, smushing their many tits together before popping out the other side, nearly tripping onto one another, while their male lover followed behind them, sighing and rolling his eyes. With the curtain drawn, the three could finally have some privacy, and that’s where the real trouble began.

The actual trying out of clothes was nothing if not a polite fiction they came up with to justify getting to fuck Drash again, but unlike at the café bathroom, both Tria and Sheyla now felt an intense, burning need to be the only one with access to those twin cocks; after all, both of them had two mounds to fill (just like they always had, of course), so it only made sense for them to monopolize the dragon… but which one? With so little room to move in, it wasn’t surprising that the dragon’s girlfriend and mother immediately began to push into one another, trying to get the other out of the way so they could be the ones to smother Drash, resulting in quite a bit of movement for a changing booth that could barely hold two of them, let alone three. The walls were rocking, the curtain swaying, and occasionally they were fully visible to the outside world, and to the employees growing increasingly concerned about what was going to happen. As for the dragon, who was by then flattened against one wall and already sick and tired of the fighting, he decided to put his foot down and do the only thing he could: grab one of his mom’s nipples, and one of his girlfriend’s.

The ensuing pair of moans was audible throughout the clothes store, the hallway outside, and all the way back at the café, turning blushes a deeper shade of red and letting everyone know just what was about to happen; it was just like it always did, with the two dragonesses getting into a fight over who got to fuck Drash before he stepped in and made that decision for them, just like all those other times. He remembered the first opportunity he had for Sheyla to meet Tria, around the time of his 18th birthday, and what was supposed to be a friendly get-together turning into an hours-long marathon of rutting and breeding that ended with them filling their living room with dozens upon dozens of eggs… or at least, that’s how he remembered it happening; it made the most sense to him that it was how it went down, even if it felt weird for some reason.

No matter; he had his hands on his lovers’ tits and he was going to make good use of them. The limited amount of space made it harder than normal for them got a good rhythm going, but as soon as he began bucking his hips into one or the other, all thoughts of rivalries and competitions began to fade away; they would return later on, as they inevitably did, but as long as the two were having their insides stretched out by a pair of cocks big enough to slam into their cervix every time they bottomed out, Tria and Sheyla had better things to worry about, such as begging for more, screaming for more, whimpering for more, and lactating so much from all the stimulation that the employees outside of their changing booth were already having to grab mops to start cleaning up after their mess. This was, in all respects, completely normal for them… or so they assumed; it felt normal at least.

How exactly the changing booth managed to keep itself in one piece was, perhaps, the greatest miracle of that day so far, as the three of them put so much energy behind every motion that they felt like the whole thing was always just about to collapse around them. With eight milky tits and two hyperactive cocks to go around in total though, it wasn’t all that surprising that there was plenty of lubrication to keep them going, nor was it anything out of the ordinary that, upon reaching climax for the second time in under thirty minutes, all three of them made such an utter mess that not only were they completely covered in their own juices, but the puddle of milk and cum on the floor had already grown to cover a large chunk of the store outside their booth. Not only that, but both Tria and Sheyla were once again made pregnant with plenty of eggs… though not in the same way as before.

They were all slightly bigger going out than they had been going in, though not as changed as with the café bathroom. Both dragonesses still had two rows of breasts and Drash only had his twin shafts and equally paired set of four balls, but rather than increasing in quantity, they did so in quality; though they weren’t yet big enough to keep them from moving, the two women’s tits had grown to the point where they covered most of their chest and sloshed heavily with each step they took, small spurts of milk erupting from their teats whenever those things slapped against their torso. Their hips had flared out and their thighs had fattened, giving them the motherly, child-bearing shape that true breeders like them should have, while their asscheeks had packed away quite a bit of extra pudge as well. They were eminently squeezable, their bodies begging for attention, and by comparison, all Drash had to his name were bigger cocks and bigger balls; it was simple, yes, but it was enough for what his role was meant to be: the one person entrusted to breed the both of them until they couldn’t move any longer.

Internally, however, both Sheyla and Tria had undergone a radical change: an extra womb had appeared inside of their bodies, serviced by a brand new trio of ovaries and ready to both accept more seed and turn itself into an egg factory. The new clutch was thus equally divided between these two wombs on the dragonesses, and while this did mean that they’d have more time before reaching critical mass, it also meant that their hunger was suddenly redoubled, given the need to not only recover from their earlier egg-laying, but to feed a brand new generation as well; thus, Sheyla suggested that they come back to their clothes shopping later, and instead focus on getting something to eat. That this meant they would be going around naked didn’t register when them, and indeed it was entirely normal for them to do so; at that point, even the staff on call wasn’t capable of stopping them, being utterly consumed by the warm aroma of milk and spunk that filled the air of their place of business, the pheromone cloud surrounding the three draconic creatures becoming so powerful that it began to affect a wider and wider area.

Such was its potency that, once the three of them stepped outside and turned towards the restaurants at the end of the corridor, not a single person near them so much as said a single word about them being naked; in fact, many would even go so far as to actively praise them for how good they looked, or encourage them to flaunt their stuff or even “breed harder” once they noticed the two mothers-to-be’s swelling bellies. Wherever they went, it seemed as if their influence on those around them grew exponentially, even more than they themselves did, and given the state of their bodies, moving from anywhere to anywhere else quickly became a chore and a half; not only was it hard for Sheyla and Tria to even move without their immense busts getting in the way, their increased sensitivity forcing them to stop just so they could recover from how much their tits swaying from side to side spiked their arousal, but their weight as well made it difficult to walk as quickly as they used to. Occasionally they’d have to sit down, either on a bench or just on the ground, in order to milk themselves and relieve some of the pressure, and seeing as the eggs inside of their wombs continued to multiply, getting back up became harder with each time they stopped moving. Similarly, Drash was just on a slow walk towards immobility, at least until he got to empty himself; it seemed as if for every minute he spent not actively cumming his brains out, his nuts would bloat a couple of inches in every direction; though initially he was extremely embarrassed by this and reticent to do anything about it, the desperation became such that he started to openly stroke himself in front of everyone just to help the pressure go down… and this, once again, cause a whole load of other problems.

The rivalry between Sheyla and Tria had returned in full force, and not a moment went by that they weren’t actively trying to screw the other one over for access to Drash and his seemingly endless cum production, and seeing as their new bodies made moving down a hallway take far longer than normal, there were plenty of these moments for them to sabotage the other’s efforts; eventually, however, even their attempts at one-upping one another devolved into the most simplistic of gestures: trying to get in front of Drash whenever the dragon began to jack off to get some of his cum out before he exploded. It was slippery, it was inelegant, and after a certain point, they were too heavy to get back up after inevitably falling on the ground. With two wombs to fill to capacity, and with both of them capable of stretching even more, both women were almost lifted off from the ground, only able to reach it with the tips of their toes by the time the eggs began to flow out of them again. The resulting stacks at the end were… large, to say the least, large enough to be as tall as Drash, but that wasn’t the worst part about them; no, the worst part was that each of the two dragonesses’ two wombs retained one egg, one egg that wasn’t expelled, one egg that immediately began to multiply itself as soon as all of its companions were outside. All three of them knew this was happening.

It was perfectly normal, after all.

Once they were back on their feet, the three progressed towards their destination, not really worrying about the piles of fertilized eggs they left behind, nor how they seemed to attract onlookers like magnets; all they wanted was to sit down and get something to eat, and yet somehow, something as simple as that just wasn’t possible anymore.

“Have the chairs gotten smaller?” Sheyla wondered aloud, “I don’t remember sitting here being so uncomfortable…”

“I swear, it’s like they don’t even care about us,” Tria scoffed, “I knew management was spotty, but to just ignore our special needs is absolutely ridiculous! What, are we expected to just sit here like normal people? Preposterous!”

Drash was going to say something, but on seeing just how difficult it was for his two partners to find any comfortable sitting position, he reconsidered; even while keeping one of their pairs of breasts on top of the table and the other one beneath, smushed against their lap, both dragonesses kept fidgeting around, unable to stop as some part of the table or chairs pressed uncomfortably against their soft skin. He himself was going through something similar, having had to spend a good five minutes just to let his nuts spill over the edge and onto the empty space beneath them. The sounds of creaking wood filled the air as their seats struggled to deal with their increased weight, with cracks appearing not only on the legs of the chairs, but the surface of the table as well; the poor waiter who dared to walk up to them was quick to notice this, but quickly figured that it was best not to bring anything up… at least for the five or so seconds he had before the pheromones got to them too.

“S-So, what’ll it be for today?” the young man asked, his words slurred as his mind slipped away from his control, “We have a… s-special on veal that… goes really well with m-milk, I mean uh… y-yeah, milk, milky… y-yeah…”

He was no longer looking at his notepad. In fact, he wasn’t even holding onto it properly anymore; damned thing splashed onto the milk-splattered ground just after he stopped talking, raising the eyebrows of all three dragons at the table. The waiter tried to get his words back out, but despite giving it his best shot, was left a stuttering, sputtering mess that could barely make sounds properly, let alone sentences; he gave them a quick nod, then turned around and immediately ran through one of the doors leading to the back rooms, leaving Tria, Drash and Sheyla to sit there and stare at one another wondering what had just happened.

While they attempted to make sense of this odd behaviour, the floor immediately around their table turned into a true disaster area, given the sheer amount of fluids gushing out from so many spots on their bodies; whether it be the drake’s twin cocks spurting gallons of his cum with his twitch or the collective eight breasts on the two dragonesses leaking even larger amounts of milk, there wasn’t a single square inch that remained dry, and the misshapen mass of juices only grew wider with each passing moment. All three found this to be incredibly odd; did the restaurant not have drains installed in the ground? They distinctly remembered establishments like those having to make special allowances for individuals like them, thus keeping storm drains ready for whenever they came in; this allowed them to reserve special tables where they could sit at and not bother the rest of the customers, which, despite their growing libido, was still not something they intended to do. So to look around and notice how their mess was only getting bigger, with nothing there to stop it, left them perplexed; surely the restaurant should know better than that?

As they thought about it, their bodies continued to change, though not to the degree that they had whenever they were “fed” via sexual intercourse; each of Sheyla and Tria’s tits slowly swelled up with extra size, even while in full flow, and Drash’s nuts soon followed suit, contributing to an ever-escalating spillage problem that was already oozing out the door and into the hallway outside. A few short minutes after they noticed this, and with no waiter in sight, the service door opened wide and a large, burly man dressed in a sharp suit walked out to meet them, almost slipping on the unholy mixture of milk and cum that now covered most of the establishment’s floor; he wrestled with his own arousal in quite obvious a fashion before shaking his head and clearing his throat, and despite having a pronounced blush on his face, managed to get a few words out:

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” he stated, not really confidently, “we’re simply not equipped to deal with individuals of your size and… other attributes, so please, you’ll have to find some other place that can cater to your necessities, as you’re disturbing the other customers. I apologize, I really do.”

Drash was about to make a scene, already getting up to point out how the “other customers” were either swooning over them or outright making loud commentary on how hot they were, when his mother cleared her own throat and stared him back down into his chair; her eyes were like cold daggers whenever she needed to remind him of his manners, and though the words that came out of her mouth next were as icy as they could be, she somehow managed to deliver them in a sweet, almost sickeningly adorable tone:

“I guess we’ll have to go somewhere that actually cares about its customers then. Drash, Sheyla, let’s go.”

With that, she pushed her chair back and walked right out the door, with the other two draconids hot on her tail. It was clear from her expression that Tria wanted to shout at someone, but knew better than to make a scene; especially considering all three of them were already a walking scene as it was, something she was quick to point out before turning towards the nearest bathroom. And the dragoness was right, they did have to clean up; after spending so long sitting in one place, their bodies were utterly covered in their own fluids, and something had to be done about it, lest they keep smelling like spunk and cream for the rest of the day. As usual, the trio walked into the bathroom together, scaring off the two women that were already in there; Drash leaned against one of the stalls while the dragonesses each took a sink, plopping their double rows of tits on top of them so that the milk could run down a drain for once.

As Sheyla and Tria got ready to clean up, which at that point meant splashing some water onto their busts and call it a day, Drash couldn’t help but notice just how deliciously alluring they looked from where he was standing. Not only did he get to see their plump butts on full display, he also had a privileged point of view of the frankly obscene amount of backboob that they both sported; just like it always did, this sight triggered so many animal instincts inside of him that it was a wonder he managed to keep himself from running straight at them in order to have a repeat of earlier that day in the other café… though, given how hard his cocks were throbbing, he seriously doubted he could hold himself back for much longer. Each heartbeat made them twitch, pre and cum oozing out in equal measure, before the latter began to overpower the former again; once more in full flow and ready to breed, and there weren’t a lot of reasons for him not to do it.

If only he hadn’t been so spoiled; as if Sheyla being an utterly insatiable succubus wasn’t enough, he also had his mother to deal with whenever his girlfriend wasn’t around. Not a single day had gone by since his eighteenth birthday that he didn’t have Tria riding his dicks in some way or another, effectively creating a brand new normal where not fucking someone multiple times in a day was unnatural, and the normal state of affairs involved him, two tight slits, and enough cum being pumped to fill his lovers’ multiple wombs several times over. And if it wasn’t Sheyla, it was his mom, and if not Tria, then his girlfriend; he barely had time for school anymore, not when he was constantly being shoved into a bathroom stall at college and basically ordered to fill his special other up until she was leaking like a faucet, and studying at home wasn’t an option either, given his mom’s unending appetite for his cock. Honestly, the two of them were lucky he wasn’t already plowing them where they stood… though he felt like he should be doing something about that. Because fuck, his nuts were getting tight again.

Sheyla and Tria seemed to be thinking the same, because they were absolutely positioning themselves such that their butts protruded outwards and jiggled obscenely with each of their movements; they weren’t cleaning themselves as much as they were preparing their bodies for what was coming, seeing as there was very little chance the three of them would be leaving the bathroom without making sure the ground was completely covered in their juices and their bodies were bloated by the drake’s seed. It wasn’t a need or desire, it was just how things worked around them; the two dragonesses were insatiable, Drash was bottomless, so it only made sense that they frequently made good use of this heavenly combination and filled their wombs with seed so that they could produce more eggs. It was something they usually did, after all, even if they didn’t quite understand how that was true when they didn’t have a small army of children waiting for them back home; all they knew for certain was that random fucking in public places was an “unfortunate” reality of having such hyperactive bodies as theirs, and it wouldn’t be the first time they did it somewhere so open like that. In fact, Drash in particular remembered one occasion where him and his mother were personally responsible for a whole bathroom being put out of order, coincidentally on the day of his eighteenth birthday; his mom wanted to give him something special, so after they were done eating lunch at their favourite place, she took him into one of the stalls, one thing led to another, and then a small army of mops had to take care of the spillage. Sheyla had also been on the receiving end of this sort of incident multiple times, though it was Drash the one responsible for them; the amount of times the two of them clogged up entire hallways was so high that both of them had given up counting a long time ago.

Didn’t take a lot of effort to go from this to taking a few steps forward and sinking one of his hands into Sheyla’s ass and the other on Tria’s, licking his lips and making sure both women knew exactly how horny he was by loudly slapping his cocks on the side of their bodies. There was a short moment where the dragonesses stared at one another, their eyes narrowing as their rivalry kicked up again and flared up, enough that they were ready to come to blows over who’d get to ride the drake first, but it was just that: a moment. Now that Drash had decided that it was time to breed, it was time to breed, and they were no longer competitors, they were pliable, subservient broodmothers whose only role was to be big, curvaceous and plump so that their beloved dragon lover could fill them up with so much cum they wouldn’t be able to walk properly. Within seconds, the two were in very much the same position they had been back at the first café, one on top of the other, their puffed-up mounds grinding against one another, sweat glistening on their bodies as they begged for Drash to fill them… and how couldn’t he? He moved forward, angling his twin cocks so that each woman would get one to fill them up properly, and the rest was just mechanical.

The three of them were so used to these encounters that the only reason they were even entertaining anymore was precisely because their bodies were so sensitive; as much as they feared that it would become routine, all it took was for their beloved drake to bottom out inside of them for all their fears to be just as destroyed as their ability to think, and that was on the first thrust of goodness knows how many. Keeping their tight hold over one another became harder and harder as their many wombs bloated and inflated with Drash’s spunk, their bellows growing wider and more spherical, their bodies thickening as the same magic that had made them that way began to work its wonders on them again; with such a hyperactive breeder providing such ample fuel, was it any wonder that each dragoness sprouted an extra pair of tits, already filled with milk and drowning the floor in their cream? Certainly not as surprising as them growing an extra mound each, just so they could enjoy Drash’s double shafts properly, but more so than the size boost their breasts received, leaving their torso completely covered in soft, milkstuffed flesh that bounced and jiggled aggressively with each motion of the drake’s hips. Already they had new eggs forming inside of them, a solid core that would begin multiplying within seconds of coming into existence, only adding to the growing problem that were their gravid wombs; soon, the two women had to plop onto their sides just to have enough room to move around, and Drash would have to make a decision on who to fuck first.