Club Nights (Patreon Commission for RhythmicSlither)

TAGS: Hyper, Mini-Macro, Expansion, Inflation, Growth, Excessive Cum, Cockvore

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The announcer called out for his stage name, the crowd began to hoot and holler, and Ark swept his hair back, making sure to shoot a couple of winks and blow a kiss at the snake gal he’d been flirting with before heading out. The rest of the dancers all eyed him with varying degrees of jealousy and resentment, a sentiment that only got worse when the view shifted to the gigantic pair of wobbling, jiggling beanbags that he called an ass, barely fitting through the opening that led to the stage itself; management had kept it just tight enough that the crowd could see him struggle to get through, at times pretending like he was genuinely stuck. It was all part of the act of course; the audience was there to see him shake that thing so much that it wouldn’t stop moving even if he held still, his soft flesh on full display thanks to the extremely skimpy clothing that, quite frankly, might as well not even be there at all.

As usual, Ark popped free of the “restrictive” passageway and sashayed onto the stage, making sure to overly accentuate each step to allow his hips and cheeks to flare out to his sides, promising those closest to him some sort of marshmallow-like heaven if only they were bold enough. His body was to appreciate though, not to touch, and just like every other night, his real destination was the metal pole out in front of him, standing on a slightly elevated section of the stage where he could show off to everyone in the way only he could. Those in front wouldn’t be going without a show either; not only could they have a look at his rear even from a side it shouldn’t be visible from, but they were the ones lucky enough to also get a fantastic view of the colossal set of floor-dragging nuts and torso-length cock that the feline sported, kept almost perpetually at a half-turgid state and with most of it being fully visible as it bulged out of his choice of attire.

As he reached the pole and wrapped his arms around it, leaning forward just enough that his tip could meet the floor, he gave that loud crowd what it wanted: telling his body to cut loose for just a second, his honourable and generous patrons would then see his already-enormous balls burgeon outwards with additional size, his cock throbbing and getting larger with each heartbeat, the cloth keeping it even half-decent being stretched before finally, in a grandiose burst that sprayed cum all over the audience and cracked the wood beneath him from sheer nut weight, Ark was suddenly naked from the waist down, his shaft spraying the crowd with his thick spunk, which he made sure to give to everyone who clamored for it. The shower was part of the entertainment; though management was initially reticent to allow it, the sudden influx of customers after the lynx had begun to do it made them rethink their approach… and seeing as how Ark seemed to get larger and larger downstairs the more he did it, they really had no reason to tell him not to. It was an investment, really.

The moment that he began actually using the pole itself, it became pretty obvious why his act was the last one for the night before everyone was told to make their own entertainment. As much as the lynx tried to keep himself from doing it, there was just no stopping a body like his from absolutely wrecking that thing whenever he got down to it, be it by squeezing it between his gargantuan cheeks or outright bending it with his body weight by leaning off of it too much. That, too, just added to the mosaic of debauched excess that the lynx crafted whenever he set foot on that stage; people didn’t come from all over the country just so they could see him do the same-old stuff that everyone else did but bigger. No, they came to him because he actually had some pride in his work, some pride in his body, and wasn’t afraid to put both of them together in the most extreme way possible. His whole routine was built off of exploiting his immense size for the sake of his crowd, and more than once he ended up in trouble precisely because he destroyed some of the nightclub’s property; there was a reason why part of his paycheck was automatically held back at the end of the month for the sake of “ongoing repairs” after all. While this had been a hard pill to swallow at first, especially for the more traditionally-minded members of staff, it was hard to deny the impact that Ark had on whoever laid eyes on him; who else could afford to include their own hyperactive productivity in their dancing? Who else could get away with literally coating the first couple of rows in an inch-thick layer of spunk that made whoever it covered succumb to some sort of near-supernatural lust trance? It was hard to tell whether it was all just training or if there genuinely was something “off” about Ark, but again, as long as the money kept coming in, no one was going to complain. No one who mattered at least.

On occasion, he’d experiment. Ark hadn’t always been that large, nor could he produce nearly as much of his spunk when he was first starting off at his job; much like the rest of his success, he owed his current proportions to his adaptability, and his willingness to push his limits in ways that no one else could… that, and his complete disregard for basic sanity and decency, hence why, whenever he felt like he could use a bit of an upgrade, he always did it in the middle of a show. The lynx was uncontested in terms of size, but occasionally he felt as if he could be a bit… better. Just an inch here, an inch there, something for him to arouse other people with. Add a bunch of time and excitement to the mix and, after months working at that establishment, Ark had gone from merely curvaceous to having so much junk in his trunk that he could barely go down hallways without having to clear everything in front of him; from merely having above-average production to being capable of outputting endlessly if he so desired. It wasn’t permanent; the lynx could allow his body to return to the state it used to be in whenever he wanted it to… if ever he felt like not pushing his limits whenever the whim struck him. Doable? Yes. Feasible? Not so much.

Thus, the feline did something he knew would get the best reactions out of the crowd of watchers: he bent over and firmly stuck that metal pole in between his cheeks. It was already slightly bent, and when he was done, it’d be all-but twisted at an odd angle, but that wasn’t the point; the point was that some people in the audience knew what was about to happen, and were enthusiastically telling everyone who’d hear about what the next step of the plan was. With a smile, Ark leaned down forward, making a show of draping his arms underneath his colossal rod, bringing it upwards towards his face. He gave the bubbling tip a smooch, which turned into a very excited lick, before progressing into him outright opening his mouth and inviting that monster into it. A second later and he had allowed his nuts to start producing again, the vein in the underside of his shaft bulging out as the shaft was slightly stretched by the amount of spunk that flew into his mouth. Then, it began: the thickening. Clearly visible to everyone else, each gulp of his potent seed added another handful of pudge to Ark’s ass, turning what was already a set of colossal pillows of wobbling fat into an ever greater, bigger version of itself, consuming more and more of the pole until it began to creak and moan from the pressure. A minute later and Ark was noticeably a lot wider than he had been, and with a single motion of his hips, literally ripped the section of the pole between his pillows off, sending it flying onto the ground.

The crowd fell silent, allowing the metal to clank loudly before falling off the stage. Everyone’s eyes were fixated on the missing chunk, their minds trying to comprehend what had just happened. And then Ark sat down, collapsing part of the stage and cracking the wood in a radial pattern around it before getting back up and resuming his dance moves like nothing had happened. Then, and only then, did the crowd lose their collective minds, erupting into loud cheers and calling out for so, so many encores. Ark smiled to himself, proud beyond his ability to describe it, while his fellow dancers gritted their teeth backstage, so many of them envious of their coworker.

With the rear done, it was time to give the crowd the other half of what they came there for. Stepping back towards the entrance of the stage, just enough that he had a good angle on all of the audience, he opened his legs just enough to show them something they hadn’t seen before: the full size and weight of his nuts. Experience had given him the ability to hide it somewhat, smushing those things between those thunder thighs of his in a way that wouldn’t be painful, allowing his cock to take center stage. That night, however, he felt as if his patrons needed something special, for their sake; therefore, it only made sense to allow his balls to fall heavily onto the wooden planks below, once again breaking several of them… but that wasn’t all. He was approaching the end of his routine and had only given his ass some more volume, and while he had been warned not to push it, he just couldn’t help it. Ark let go of his self-imposed restrictions, allowing his insanely-efficient productivity to kick into full gear; this had two effects, both making the stream of cum erupting from his shaft be even thicker than it already was, and giving his nuts so much more to work with that, well, there was no other way for them to go but outwards. The audience could plainly see those things swell up even more, the shaft rising atop them following suit as both gained inch after inch, the lynx’s cheeks a bright red, his moans becoming increasingly high-pitched… until he hit his limit.

It had been a while since he forgot to contain himself and actually stop before it got too far, but he could only guess that night was not meant to be. Rubbing himself that hard lent itself to an orgasm of such explosive proportions that his cock gained a good foot in length just from being forced to bulge out to meet the demand of that explosion of spunk, while his nuts each gained about as much size in diameter, leaving him looking even more bottom-heavy than before. Gallons upon gallons of his cum splattered all over the audience, who by that point were begging to be let onto the stage. Still quivering, reeling from the orgasm he had not meant to achieve, Ark gave them a short bow before turning around, remembering to provide the same, if now-enhanced sashay that he did going in… and that time, genuinely getting stuck on the door.

His coworkers were waiting for him backstage, their admonishments drowned out by the loud announcement that the night’s entertainment was over and the customers should come back the day after for another shot at seeing their “favourite feline”. Frankly, he didn’t really care too much about people telling him he was being too cocky; as he liked to think to himself, that was literally the whole point, a pun that he was far too proud of for how terrible it was. He was about ready to head to his dressing room and get cleaned up when one of the stage managers tapped him on the shoulder, holding up a small piece of paper with handwriting he didn’t recognize, with a note attached to it, that one clearly written by his boss.

“Private Session - Room 13. VERY expensive buyer, be on your best behavior. Consumption is probably involved, so do try and keep it together. You keep 30% of the tip if the evaluation is positive.”

A… good enough deal, all things considered; honestly, Ark was just happy that the person who signed his paychecks wasn’t mad at him for breaking another pole and growing so much again that he’d need new clothing, so as long as he could produce another satisfied customer, he was probably fine.

“Can I take five to clean up?” he asked of the manager, already heading to his dressing room without waiting for an answer, “Not gonna show up to a private session looking like I just took a bath in my own spunk.”

The man grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “Not like you haven’t already…” but didn’t press the issue, being far more concerned with how to fix the damage done to the stage after Ark got done with it. The lynx, meanwhile, spent a few minutes getting all the cum out of his fur after squeezing into his private shower, finding it harder than usual to maneuver given the extra size to his assets; a constant reminder that what he was doing was anything but safe, and a similarly-constant encouragement for him to keep doing it and never allow his body to go back to its original size. Once he was done, he found something to slap on himself such that he wouldn’t be fully exposed and headed out to room thirteen, eager to find out who was waiting for him inside; usually these were the big ones, the big spenders and owners of big curves who saw a hyper like him and decided they wanted a taste. They made for some wonderful entertainment, especially those who specified they wanted their kinks indulged; assuming that “consumption” meant what he thought it did, Ark was going to have a lot of fun indeed with that generous donator.

His boss was waiting for him outside the door, dressed as sharply as ever and looking like he didn’t know whether to be relieved or irritated at the sight of the lynx. The canid moved forward and leaned towards his employee, making sure his words were kept between the two.

“Madam Miller is a very important client, and a long-term investor of this establishment,” he warned Ark, “so whatever you do, make sure it’s what she tells you to do. No talking back, no teasing without being ordered to, no nothing. Understand?”

The lynx let out a quick chortle and smiled back, nodding curtly before silently walking into the private room, and almost immediately after the door closed behind him, he was stunned. For the first time in what felt like forever, the lynx had no words to say, as all thought left his head and bled out onto the ground about as quickly as the stream of cum erupting from his tip at the sight of what, or more precisely who, was waiting for him.

He’d never seen that woman before, or at least was reasonably certain that if he had, he would’ve remembered her, because she was… substantially bigger than even he was. Hypers like the lynx weren’t altogether rare, and plenty came to visit the club to catch a glimpse of its star dancer, but that bird, sitting on a couch that was almost smaller than she was, put them all to shame. Her rear, plump, soft, so large that Ark had to wonder how she got into the room to begin with, was of such a size that each of her cheeks was easily twice as big as his full ass put together, serving as its own bed for her to rest on. Her thighs were similarly monstrous, having enough room for several people to lay their heads on and vanish into the pudge… at least the parts that he could see, given that most of her lap was covered by a set of breasts that made the avian’s butt look positively tiny by comparison. All of her was delicious pudge and wobbling flesh, so much that Ark lost control of himself for a few moments and had to forcefully stop his cum production once he felt his clothes start to tear into his body.

She saw this happen. She smiled. She snapped her fingers.

And then she grew bigger.

The lynx’s reaction on seeing that happening could be charitably described as explosive, a far cry from the smooth operator in full control of the situation that he had been just moments prior. Getting a good look at that beauty turning herself into an even more gorgeous version of herself, her supple self spilling all over and dominating most of the room, was too much for his mind to handle; within seconds, whatever decency he had left was shredded alongside the attire keeping it in one piece, with several thick strands of his spunk slamming into the ceiling when his body-length cock rose to its fully turgid state. This wasn’t helped by the realization that, despite being that large, he was still woefully insufficient to provide a proper titfuck to that supernaturally-thick lover he had just been gifted; seeing her as a paying customer was no longer something he could even think to do, his head spinning as he saw her breasts visibly swell up further and then leak profusely with a milky cream of her own. Just who was this woman, and why was she in there? What did she want with him?

“I’ve been following your progress for quite some time, lovely Ark,” she spoke up, her voice far smoother and less teasing than he expected it to be, “and I have to say I’m quite impressed by the acquisition. The investors had some doubts, especially once you started losing control of your size, but I knew you’d be able to spin it back around. You always have, after all.”

What was she talking about? Investors? Was he in some kind of business meeting?

“But alas, we’re not here to discuss the matter of monetary compensation or long-term projections” - oh, thank heavens for that - “rather, I believe it is time for me to taste of the sweet mannah that I’ve helped to cultivate. I believe it is time for the two of us to become intimately acquainted with one another in the way only creatures like us can.”

She seemed to grow with every word. Not too much, but just enough that it became noticeable whenever she paused for effect. Her body took up so much of the private room that Ark was starting to genuinely feel cramped, and for once, honestly… inadequate. He was used to being the biggest wherever he went, so to suddenly be eclipsed by someone so easily was disconcerting, to say the least, even if it looked like she was coming onto him.

“I’ve heard stories of things you do behind closed doors,” the bird explained, “things that only those willing to pay a hefty sum get to experience. And honestly, I’ve been thinking about it for so long that I decided to just go for it!” - she leaned in closer, her breasts smashing the table between them into splinters - “My name’s Clara, good Ark, and I want you to use me to cum your brains out~”

A final burst of size and suddenly the entire room was nothing but Clara, one of her breasts smashing Ark onto a wall before she stepped back and leaned against the far wall, giggling as she played with her ample bust. A giantess, there for him, asking him for something he rarely got to indulge in; was it even a request, or perhaps a demand, something he wouldn’t be able to say no to even if he wanted to? And perhaps most importantly, why was he wasting time thinking about these things when he had someone like that bird there practically demanding to be used as a fucktoy?

With a nod towards her and a clearing of his throat, the lynx stepped forward, legs still shaky, control of his productivity completely gone from him. His nuts were dragging along the floor already, throbbing cock gaining inches every few seconds, but it wasn’t enough; if Clara was to get what she wanted, and she would, then Ark needed more, he needed to become more… and the bird was just the thing he needed to do so.

Wordlessly, he raised an index finger and spun it around, which together with the sly smile that came with it let the woman know what he expected her to do; it was with no insignificant amount of enthusiasm that Clara heaved herself from a sitting position so she could expose her frankly titanic ass, as well as the promises that lay within, inviting her soon-to-be-lover to dig into it… which he did with such gusto that he quickly found his arms buried in that plush rear all the way up to his shoulders, only adding to the growing problem between his legs. If he had a hard time controlling the size of his package before, now it was completely out of hand, and the only way that Ark knew how to fix that was to give it exactly what it wanted and hope for the best. Clara was clearly receptive, so why waste time?

In just a few moments, he had climbed up her ass and adjusted his position to give him the best possible angle, and then, taking advantage of the ample lubrication that came with his unrestricted cum production, thrust his hips forward without care for foreplay, plunging into her body, giving the both of them the first bit of release they so eagerly desired. She was surprisingly tight for someone that large, far more than she should be, betraying some form of advanced control over her form that other hypers simply didn’t have; a suspicion that was confirmed once he saw what his pumping into her was doing to that already-colossal body.

Normally, dumping such a prodigious load on those who felt like experiencing it resulted in a lot of blimping and cumguts of such immense girth that moving afterwards was more of a pipe dream than anything else. More than once, Ark had been severely disappointed by his then-erstwhile lover simply lacking the resolve and stamina to take what he dished out without turning into little more than a slightly mobile cum dumpster. That bird however, this Clara that he never met, her body reacted in a far different way. He would thrust into her, bucking his hips and dumping dozens of gallons of his seed, expecting to see her belly expand outwards, only to have a wave of ass crash into him and nearly throw him back; this not only forced his body to adapt subconsciously, adding more length onto his cock and more volume to his nuts, but also led to the next load giving the bird’s tits a similar boost, until every one of his movements was causing that gorgeous giantess to inflate with his spunk in all the right ways.

It was so excessive that the two of them should’ve broken free of the confines of the private room already, and yet somehow were still in there, a matter that Ark figured he would be better off investigating after he was done; for the time being, he had an ass to pound, an ass so massive he could curl up inside of each cheek several times over, an ass that was so colossal it could practically flatten the building if it was sat on it, and yet so pitifully undersized compared to the unimaginably enormous bust that seemed to spill in every direction. All while the bird herself continued to grow in general, her body big enough that even her exaggerated assets managed to look proportional on her… for a hyper, at least.

The two continued to expand upon one another, the bird’s body bloating and begging for the cock filling it to grow just as big, that it may continue to give it more and more of what it craved. Ark could do little but go go with the flow, no longer in control of the situation, his own climax rapidly approaching. It had been some time since he hit that limit during work; usually it was reserved for his home life with his partner, not for randos paying for it, especially when his regular release was more than enough to satisfy most of everyone who tried. Even the one he experienced on stage paled in comparison to this one true experience. But that bird was different somehow. It wouldn't be proper for him to just give her more of the same, she needed more, something better, something more genuine… and to that end, she deserved a proper orgasm, something that Ark had, up until then, denied to everyone but his beloved. Not because she deserved it, but because she had earned it.

It might’ve been minutes or hours, he wasn’t really sure, but eventually Ark found a rock wall and slammed into it with as much strength as he was plapping against that building-crushing ass, and the ensuing flood was such that even he had trouble understanding just how much cum his body could produce without him dehydrating. The release itself lasted for an almost impossibly-long five minutes, at the end of which Clara, that utter goddess of size and lust, was so unimaginably big that there had to be some sort of weird dimensional compression affecting their room; odd, given the establishment provided for no such thing.

The two of them remained as they were, both breathing in heavily from the musk-laden atmosphere in their private lounge, both slowly going mad from the scents and the ambiance… before Ark slid off, his body falling gently onto a mountain of pillows that hadn’t been there before, with his colossal beast of a cock following him. It was something beyond enormous, so much so that it actually looked big enough to fuck a creature such as that bird and leave them satisfied, leaving the lynx’s torso appearing woefully undersized compared to it. Not that he cared that much; the two weren’t done, and by the time they were, even his current girth would look pathetically small by comparison.

She didn’t put up much of a fight when he adjusted his cock to poke at one of her feet; quite the opposite, in fact, as Clara knew full well what she was going for when asking for consumption. Instead, she brought the other one closer to it, and seeing as the lynx was unable to move her, or even reach his own tip, took the initiative in adjusting her body so that she could start slipping into the enormous entrance, stretching out Ark’s urethra as her toes made their way inside, followed by the rest of her feet, and then very quickly (and yet somehow so slow as to be downright psychologically abusive) the lower half of her legs. Each inch in depth equated to so many more in width that the lynx was sweating just looking at how absurdly huge he was going to end up being, and yet all he could make himself do was use both legs to massage those truck-sized nuts he was sporting. It was no longer in his hands, and that was fine.

Bit by bit, Clara’s body was taken into his, and just as her waistline vanished into the feline’s shaft, said cat felt the first of her weight collapsing into his nuts, bulging them out even more than they already were. The more of her that was forced inside, the more she seemed to wriggle, turning the smooth, taut surface of his balls into a wriggling mess of contorted lines that, contrary to what it looked like, felt so heavenly that the lynx began to black out for long stretches of time… only to come back to seeing less and less of Clara and more and more of his continuously-swelling rod, until finally he opened his eyes and saw the best thing he could imagine: nothing.

Between his legs, nestled in that gigantic pair of cum factories of his, Clara was being slowly reprocessed into something more useful, her glorious, divine form turned into fuel for his own ascension. His balls swelled and bloated, occupying the room at a rapid pace… a room that, without the bird, was doomed to stay at its current volume, which as big as it was, would not be enough to contain the incoming cumsplosion building up inside of Ark.

Some time later, the establishment’s owner, seriously concerned over the lack of news coming from the private room, was making his way down the corridor to where he expected to find an unruly worker having made a mess of one of his business’ greatest investors. He was already running several scenarios through his head, pissing himself off at the mere idea of what he would witness… only to get something else entirely. The door to the room, rather than heavy-set and perfectly inlaid into the wall, was riddled with cracks and bowing outwards as if pressed on by an immense force. Slivers of space were opened around the frame, from which a thick, cream-like substance oozed onto the ground, pooling around his feet. Remaining silent for just a moment allowed him to hear a distant roar, something akin to an ocean wave magnified a thousand fold, muffled by the walls between it and any outside observer… and suddenly, he knew what had happened.

Panicking, the man turned around and bolted towards his office, hand on his cellphone and mind racing. The building wasn’t going to last much longer.

And neither would the city block it was in.