Sweet Results (Patreon Commission for Rychen)

TAGS: BE, Honey, Massive Hyper, Extreme Growth

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Not writing down exactly what was necessary turned out to be a bad idea, especially because, as someone who wasn’t a beekeeper, Starry wasn’t really equipped to tell the difference between different types of honey depending on its colour and consistency. Honestly, getting past the guards at the front of the hive and then dispatching the few patrols on the way to the main repository was the easy part; now that she had to sift through countless hexes filled with sweet, oozing fluids to pick out a very specific type, that’s when the vixen began to think she probably should have expanded her interests beyond the bare basics. Still, the contract was simple enough: fill a jar up with the… “ultra honey”? Now that was just silly; anyway, ultra honey, sure, then get back to town and give it to the local baker, then collect a big, fat, juicy reward. It seemed simple enough, and indeed it would’ve been if Starry was in any way knowledgeable about bee anatomy, but lacking any sort of training in the field, she merely resorted to locating the brightest, thickest, sweetest-smelling honey she could find, dumped the jar into it until it was full, then screwed the cap back on and ran back towards the entrance, dashing past the two guards left standing, who reacted far too slowly to the emergence of the sneak thief to give any effective chase.

Once safely in the cover of trees, Starry took some time to recover, producing a small piece of cloth and wiping the honey from the outside of the jar. It was oddly thick, even jelly-like, and certainly didn’t look like any honey she’d ever eaten or seen; still, she was contracted to steal it, so she might as well try it out anyway, especially since so much of it was left on her hand. Despite appearances, it melted easily in her mouth, and was so sweet that it practically burned her tongue from how strong the taste was, her whole system seemingly rejecting the sugar infusion until it grew to deal with it; as soon as it did though, what that jelly tasted like was hard to describe, being a blend of honey with… something else, Starry couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It certainly wasn’t the regular stuff, that was for certain, which could only mean she bumbled onto the right theft target! Not that it wouldn’t have been easy for her to find another hive to infiltrate, but it was always nice to finish a job on the first go rather than have to perform a do-over. And now, she had a sweet treat to go along with it… a very sweet treat, now that she bothered to pay attention to it. It was almost impossibly sugary, so much so that her body should be telling her to stop before it overloaded itself, and yet she couldn’t think of doing anything other than eating more of it, licking her hands clean until her belly gurgled, not from the heavy hits it was taking, but from how empty it felt, like each bite had actively drained rather than filled her. Thankfully, she’d packed high-calorie meals for her trip to the hive, just in case it took longer than anticipated and she had to make camp.

They were gone in about five minutes. Even the vixen was surprised at how quickly she scarfed down those sandwiches and small, preserved lunches, barely stopping to think as she licked her lips clean after ensuring that each droplet of sauce was thoroughly sucked from her fingers. Even more surprising was the fact that she was still desperately hungry, though not necessarily for regular food; rather, what she was actually feeling was her rarely-touched-upon sweet tooth, a desire for something truly unhealthy and terribly bad for her, that would nonetheless make her happier than even the largest of banquets. And, in the absence of anything else, she had that jar of ultra honey in her possession; it didn’t occur to Starry that eating into the thing she was supposed to deliver was a bad idea, so much as the knowledge that said thing was incredibly sweet, probably loaded with unhealthy sugars, and thus was the perfect target for her newly-acquired ravenous appetite. Without even thinking, the vixen uncapped it and dug straight into the contents, at first merely scooping out some of them with two fingers, then gladly digging into it by stuffing her muzzle into the jar and lapping up as much of it as she could with neither care nor concern for the consequences it might have on her body.

And there were consequences, albeit not the ones that she might’ve expected. Her belly was actually completely flat, as it always had been; even eating through her whole meal supply hadn’t done anything to make it bloat, though it did apparently bypass her entire digestive tract and land straight on her ass, judging from how fat it had gotten all of a sudden. Starry didn’t notice it, being too busy gorging herself on this ultra honey of hers, but her pants were getting significantly tighter the more she ate, and it didn’t seem to be stopping; if anything, the process was only getting faster as she went on, and stopped purely because the vixen eventually ran out of honey in the jar to even eat at all. It should’ve been a warning to her that things were out of control and she should get some help, but as Starry dropped the glass container on the ground and looked back to admire herself, she couldn’t help but notice how good that new ass of hers looked. It was a lot wobblier than before, jiggling wildly whenever she gave it a good slap, and for some reason its colouring seemed off compared to what it had been before. In addition, it was also spilling from the top of her pants like crazy, enough that she had to take her belt off to keep it from digging into her skin too much.

All of this combined to tell her one thing: she needed more sweets. It was probably not the lesson that Starry should’ve taken from it, but it was the one that resonated the most with her sugar-addled mind; her sweet tooth was still raging, demanding that more treats be fed to it, and the vixen was more than happy to provide. After all, hadn’t she been contracted by a baker, specifically so that they could create the best pastries around? Surely, if she showed up and asked nicely, then they wouldn’t mind whipping something up for them… and if they did, all she’d have to do would be to slam that ass of hers onto the counter and jiggle it hard enough for their stamina and endurance to fall to zero. It wasn’t a good plan, but it was the only one she had after walking into the bakery a few hours later, greeting the contract issuer’s smile and wave with a devilish grin of her own. The first thing out of the young cat’s mouth was a charming, yet very indicative “So?”, to which Starry replied by shrugging and raising both her eyebrows and hands; the gesture was so sudden and out of place for what the baker expected that the poor guy needed a few seconds to come up with a proper response, and even after he did he had to pronounce it very slowly just to be sure he wasn’t imagining things.

“What happened with the honey?”

“I ate it!” Starry replied enthusiastically, turning her rear towards the baker and unceremoniously pushing it against the counter, coincidentally making it bulge over it in a nearly obscene manner, “Honestly, I think it fits me, doesn’t it? Surely you wouldn’t mind contributing to the cause, would you?”

The way she said it, one might be mistaken for thinking the vixen wasn’t in possession of her mental faculties. There was not a hint of sultriness or seductive intent in there, but rather a simple statement of fact followed by a perfectly honest couple of questions that she seemed entirely genuine in wanting to be answered. To her, the idea that her butt had gotten bigger as a result of consuming the ultra honey was not only perfectly normal, but downright unremarkable, and in fact she felt quite confused when the baker feline didn’t react in the same manner; perhaps she just needed to show off a little bit better? Yeah, best to shake those pants off of her while adjusting her seating position so that her wobbly cheeks could snuggle up closer to the poor wide-eyed guy, all while the vixen continued to swivel her head around as if looking for something to snatch off the shelves in order to snack on, which just so happened to have become her principal motivation. She said as much, out loud even, but doubted that the cat behind her was even listening anymore given that he had his face buried in one of her cheeks; this at least meant that he was paying the right kind of attention, though how exactly he was supposed to bake her treats when his hands were squeezing her butt was anyone’s guess.

It took them a long while to dislodge from the vixen’s butt, at which point their sweaty, beet-red face was revealed for her to see. Starry smiled sincerely, making a quip about how she could offer more if only she had something to eat, and almost immediately afterwards had to scooch off the counter when the baker ran over it and towards the door, flipping over the “OPEN” sign and drawing the blinds so that they could be alone in the shop. Wordlessly, the feline hopped from shelf to shelf, even dipping behind the counter to find the sweetest pastries he had on offer, dumping them all on a single, misshapen pile in front of the vixen, occasionally asking, begging even for her to dig in and eat to her heart’s content, something Starry didn’t have to hear twice. Everything from your average cupcake, to tarts, to whole cakes with decorations indicating they were probably meant for someone else, it all vanished down her gullet with as much ease as she would take a single bite out of a piece of bread, at times barely bothering to chew as her body seemed to become more adept at dealing with large quantities of food being pushed into it. Simultaneously, the baker had vanished into the backroom, the sound of frantic moving about and the clattering of kitchen equipment telling Starry that her impromptu partner in crime had gotten busy baking up some more goodies for her to gorge on.

He was going to need them, because even the whole store’s supply of sweet treats barely lasted five minutes underneath the vixen’s onslaught… yet despite it all, despite having eaten enough that her stomach should be close to rupturing, her belly continued to be as flat and empty as ever, though the same could not be said for the rest of her. Whatever that jelly-like honey had done to her, it had transformed her body into some sort of honey refinery, where food and sugar went in and delicious honey came out; or rather, delicious honey was produced and then stored where it could do the most good, accentuating her curves to an almost absurd degree. The vixen had spent most of her life being completely flat, so to suddenly look down and have a pair of tits big enough to cover a significant portion of her chest was certainly a nice change of pace, as was the fact that they were practically transparent and revealed some sort of warm, amber fluid churning about inside of them. Despite this, they were quite firm, maintaining a near-spherical shape, much like those cheeks down below; they too had turned into glowing repositories of honey, churning and sloshing loudly with each step she took, and Starry was elated to find out that every time she squeezed one of those things, some of the delicious fluid inside oozed into her thighs, fattening them up considerably… only for her cheek to return to the size it had been before, as if producing honey from nothing.

It was a good start, but really, what was she supposed to do with assets so tiny? Keep squeezing her ass until her thighs were wider than doorways while the cheeks that filled them miraculously failed to empty out? Because that’s exactly what she did to pass the time until the baker came back with an extra batch of pastries, and even then Starry felt like it wasn’t enough; she even went so far as to stand next to the front door in order to compare sizes, not really stopping until a single one of her thighs was wider than it was, and only ended up feeling like she made her body look terribly unbalanced. Sadly, the only way to fix this was by consuming more sweet things, and that was entirely out of her control, as she never bothered to learn how to bake; not so sadly, when the cat returned from the kitchen, covered in flour and looking like he was about to have a heart attack from sexual arousal alone upon seeing his “customer”, he did so carrying a plate of pastries so ridiculously oversized that even Starry had to blink and flinch on seeing it. ‘Twas like the pile she had just devoured, except presented in a far more aesthetically pleasing manner, and certainly smelling and looking fresher as well; the feline didn’t even wait for any further orders before running off to make some more, right after he saw the vixen dig into her newest treats.

They were as delicious as they looked, and more filling than they appeared; unlike the last batch, this one seemed to leave her heavier with each bite, though Starry was hard-pressed to tell if this was because of her condition worsening or these snacks just having a higher sugar content. Whatever the case, she couldn’t swallow anything without feeling it smash right into her tits or asscheeks, their weight climbing inexorably the more food she devoured. Her breasts especially spilled over onto the counter with disturbing ease, their contents oozing from her thumb-sized nipples thanks to the pressure of her body pressing against it, while her plush butt… at least began to grow into an adequate companion piece to those thunder thighs she was sporting. Out of pure curiosity, she halted her mindless consumption for just a bit, sinking her hands into her lower cheeks all the way up to their wrists and then squeezing them until they were completely empty. The result was thickening her thighs by another two feet each, followed by her butt filling back up to its monstrously swollen state in about ten seconds; exactly the way she liked it. Starry would have to find a way to replicate this with her tits, probably with a handstand or something.

Before that could happen though, more sweets had to be eaten. Unfortunately for her, the results weren’t nearly as good as they were with the first round, or rather, they were significantly more unbalanced in comparison; sure, her tits continued to grow as their honey stores increased, but they were nothing compared to how much her ass was bloating and swelling from the effects of gravity pushing all of that nectar down… and even her rear couldn’t hold a candle to those thunder thighs of hers, which were “forced” to deal with all of the run-off and just kept swelling preposterously the more she ate. No longer did Starry have to stop and squeeze her butt just to get the honey to ooze into those monsters, they just grew of their own accord; with her pants long gone, there was nothing holding them back and stopping them from just taking up an increasingly large amount of room, to the point where the vixen looked like she had her upper body cut off and then glued onto the lower half of a creature several times her size. This only really got worse the more she gorged herself on the sweets, and it wouldn’t take long before another problem reared its ugly head, and quite literally so: she was sitting down.

Starry didn’t remember sitting down, nor did she recall telling her body to collapse, nor having it suffer from a structural implosion due to the amount of honey being stored inside of her. Yet, for some reason, she could undoubtedly feel the ground underneath her butt, though in an odd way unlike any she’d felt before; were the vixen to be bothered by such things, she might’ve actually looked back to admire what happened to her, and instantly realized that she’d somehow eaten so many sweet treats that her cheeks were big enough to graze against the floor despite her standing up… but that’s now how Starry did things anymore. Her mind was fixated purely on the idea that she had to consume, to eat more, to fill herself with sugar to be converted into delicious honey, honey that would be forced down and down into an ass and pair of thighs that glorped and slorshed and churned and glooped audibly enough that people outside the bakery, quite curious about why it was closed at such an hour, could hear it… and knew immediately to turn around and not pry where they weren’t needed nor wanted. It didn’t take too long before Starry went from simply having an ass too wide not to sit down to deliberately giving up standing up and allowing her lower body to smush itself all over the floor, its liquid, syrupy contents slorshing from side to side in large, thick currents that left her feeling deliciously wobbly, like she could squeeze one part of her thighs and the other side would bulge out accordingly. In fact, the vixen was possessed of the desire to squeeze her cheeks once again, just to see what it would do; sure, they had gone from simply big enough to engulf her hand to literally being wider and fatter than she was tall, but she could still try. She could still flatten her palms against a frankly miniscule section of her asscheeks, feeling their warmth flowing from within, the rumbling vibrations caused by the honey currents. She could still push inwards, feeling as her hands were practically absorbed by all of the pudge, slowly disappearing up to their wrists, then elbows. She could still feel as even that tiny little push, compared to her overall size, forced so much honey to be displaced that every second she insisted on squeezing herself yielded another foot of thigh thickness, until most of the floor was covered not by her butt, but by those deliciously luscious legs of her. Only then would the vixen stop squeezing, to find that her butt no longer touched the ground, but was pressed against the glass of the two windows on the storefront.

Mercifully for everyone involved, she was only leaking from her breasts, which compared to the absolute immenseness that was her ass and thighs had basically not grown at all; honestly, in any other day, Starry might genuinely be thrilled for having grown a pair of tits big enough to cover most of her torso and jut out a good half a foot from each side of her, especially one that glowed just as brightly with their delicious, amber-like contents, but given that her ass alone was enough that her old body could snuggle up inside of it a few dozen times over, what she had to show for herself above the waist was, frankly, beyond insufficient. What was worse, there were no more treats to eat! And with no more treats, she couldn’t produce more honey, and with no more honey, there was no more growth, a terrifying thought that Starry never thought she’d have to face off against. Sure, the floor was nothing but her thighs and her butt threatened to collapse the entire store’s façade, not to mention the sheer warmth coming from up her lower body was enough to leave her woozy, but… where were her tits?!

This question would be answered by the emergence of the baker, once more covered head to toe in flour stains and thoroughly unprepared for what he saw when he cleared the corner and came back to the front half of the store. He had left it when the vixen was very voluptuous, but still relatively person-sized, and now returned to see a pair of thighs that had covered his entire storefront wall-to-wall and an ass big enough to push against the windows and the ceiling and part of the ground as well, atop which was Starry’s upper body, looking dreadfully undersized compared to what she was perched atop. Perhaps this was so much that it completely shut down the feline’s processing centers, allowing him to act entirely out of raw, sexual instinct, because his stunned shock only lasted for a couple of seconds before he walked towards Starry with renewed determination, climbing onto the lower part of one of her legs and making the dangerous trek up to where the vixen herself was waiting for him. Now, if Starry herself simply squeezing her butt was enough to make the rest of her lower half bloat out so hard, one could only imagine what would happen with a whole adult male, even if a scrawny one, stepping all over her; in fact, one could be forgiven for thinking that this would mean the end of the bakery itself, given the lack of any room to grow into, but one would be very much mistaken. The walls were solid and powerful, enough to withstand the pressure of two thighs and a couple of asscheeks begging to be freed into the outside world, and though they groaned and crackled ominously, they held strong; this, of course, meant that all the honey had to go somewhere, and with nowhere else that it could be shunted to, it appeared that Starry was finally about to receive what she wanted from the start.

Rather than each step on the part of the baker forcing the vixen’s thighs to expand in every direction, most of the resulting honey was directed upwards; some of it remained stuck to her legs, yes, enough that they began riding up the walls slightly, but most of it was happily pressurized directly into her chest, which instantly began to bloat outwards at such an absurd rate that even the cat had to stop moving in shock… though, since this only meant he was squeezing part of the vixen’s body even harder, this had drastic effects on how quickly those honey tanks were growing, leading to Starry loudly begging for the baker to hurry up and get close to her. The rest of her body wasn’t growing, leaving the vixen with arms that looked increasingly stubby compared to the rest of her, and as such her newest partner had to go ahead and climb onto her cleavage in order to feed her properly, a cleavage that, by the time the poor guy got there, had become cavernous enough that he could probably have his whole body fall into it and have some room left. He certainly had plenty of space on those mounds to lie down and recover his breath, allowing the both of them to take a breather from the many growth spurts that had resulted from the cat’s climb of the vixen’s body, the former looking incredibly tiny when resting on the latter’s bust, which even in that short period of time had bloated immensely to the point where it rested on her still-vaster lap and oozed what looked to be gallons of honey every second. Her whole body was one of sloshing and glooping, its contents being lazily pushed from one end to another as her torso became naught but a conduit for the delicious honey being built inside of her. Starry herself had every reason to be knocked out of it thanks to all of the stimulation she received… yet she wasn’t; quite the contrary, in fact, as the vixen was far more acutely aware of her surroundings and of every inch of her body than she normally was, and that was saying something for someone who made a living out of being a sneak thief. Licking her lips, she resolved to conduct an experiment by not just gently squeezing her butt, but outright smashing her hands into it, with the results coming about as instantly as her entire arm vanished all the way to the shoulder: one foot, three feet, five feet, ten feet added to each of her breasts, the honey inside of them seemingly multiplying as they took up so much room that there was practically none left at all, the entirety of the storefront now being naught but Starry, her tits finally beating her her ass and approaching the size of her thighs.

Outside, a small crowd had congregated around the establishment, seeing as it was still the early hours of the afternoon and they wanted their assorted baked goods delivered freshly out of the oven. It wasn’t normal for the bakery to be closed at those hours, much less have its blinds closed, and beyond that it appeared to have some sort of artificial light spilling out from inside? Was there some sort of party that no one had been invited to and were now forced to watch from the outside? The noises, too, were incredibly confusing, sounding like a whole bunch of liquid containers all stacked up against one another and made to roll about without any kind of support to keep them still, a conclusion that a distressing amount of people came to individually without speaking a word. The sloshing was loud, and it wouldn’t be too long before the inevitable spillage came to everyone’s attention; the first spurts oozed out from under the front door, before quickly progressing to using the whole frame, buckling the wood outward as the mass of honey building up inside of the store tried to find any sort of outlet to vent the pressure. And it was honey, as a few brave souls found out when they approached it, careful not to be caught in the blast when the door, creaking ominously as cracks appeared on its surface, began to be torn apart by whatever forces were pushing against it. All around it, the amber liquid forced itself through, droplets gushing out from within the door as the cracks widened, sweet and delicious, begging to be eaten; a couple of folks had to be physically dragged away for their own safety, and if not for most of the crowd being smart enough not to even try, they might’ve had to deal with a few extra Starries.

Next came the windows, which somehow became another vector for the honey flood despite not breaking in half, shattering into shards or otherwise being pushed out of their frames. Instead, the sweet syrupy jelly blobbed out from the very small amount of space between the transparent panes and the walls they were set into, trickling down their external surface until they went from clear to amber, then outright golden. From there was a very small step towards the whole building itself beginning to overflow, the foundations seemingly being ripped up from the ground as the mass of honey reached critical levels and began lifting the entire structure upwards, or at least prepared to shatter it into pieces from the pressure. In fact, the first sign that something was going to blow was when the front door exploded towards the crowd, which was mercifully saved from the splinters by virtue of the force being strong enough to turn the wood into little more than sawdust, a veritable tidal wave of honey… sort of just glooping out and splashing lazily onto the ground, given its consistency wasn’t really affected that much.

All of this without Starry taking a single bite out of the new, extra-large tray of sweets.

Which she proceeded to devour in under a minute.

The inside of the building didn’t last much longer.

All that anyone outside saw were the walls buckling outwards like they were made of soft clay, the building itself rounding out as its insides were utterly wrecked, giving the vixen just enough room to spill into once the kitchen was breached. The crowd gathered to watch didn’t see much, just amber-coloured skin that none of them could identify as a single asscheek… at least until it pierced through the roof of the building. Something massive, something that wasn’t amber, but a deeper shade of brown, something that pulsated and throbbed with the rhythm of an unseen, unheard heartbeat. The people didn’t know what it was: a single nipple, angled in just the right way that it managed to not only break through the second floor of the bakery, where the cat made his residence, but through the roof as well… or rather, the breast it was attached to did, forcing the nub capping it to be visible to the world. It was a measly five foot long and two foot wide, as befitting the mound it was on, but it didn’t last for long; as the building began to crumble, as more and more soft, honeystuffed flesh began to pour out from the cracks, this nipple grew. From five feet to six, then seven, eight… nine… ten feet of flesh, widening to five in width, an immense teat from which gallons upon gallons of honey spurted out like a fountain, a teat capping an udder that was, by all objective means, big enough to make that nipple looked pathetically insufficient to deal with all of the honey it was being forced to deal with.

And the whole world would get to see it.

In just a few, beautiful seconds.