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Excessive Repairs - Part 1 (Commission for orze)
🕑 Added 2022-01-02 15:31:51 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth/Expansion, M/F, Nanite Growth, Muscle Growth, Hyper
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Not the most orthodox of solutions, but then again, neither was he the most orthodox of people. Most others would be more than happy with a simple immune system booster, but not him; if he was going to inject nanobots into his system, he was going to go the whole way through and pick the single most potent injector type there was available, even if it blew enough of a hole in his wallet that it nearly made him break down whenever he truly considered how expensive it was. Nevertheless, he sought to see it as an investment of sorts: sure, he had just dropped several thousand on an experimental nanite infusion, but if it worked as advertised, and he had no reason to believe it didn’t, then it would eventually pay for itself with what it was supposed to do. No more cuts, no more scratches and bruises, no more illness, no more anything; the closest thing to one becoming unkillable, as the nanoscopic machines worked tirelessly, day and night, to maintain the body’s balance such that nothing could break it. Customer reviews were nothing if not glowing, and really, how could one throw away the chance to become practically immune to natural illness and minor to medium injury? Frankly, it only costing a few thousand was a steal, given what sort of effects it was supposed to have; plus, there were rumours that it had some additional impact on more “secondary” systems, though Slay knew better than to trust stuff he saw repeated by semi-reputable news aggregates. What mattered was he had his appointment set, and though he conveniently forgot to mention this to his girlfriend back at home, the wolf was (reasonably) certain she wouldn’t mind her partner quite literally granting himself the closest thing to biological immortality. It would, after all, mean more time for the two of them to spend together, and hey, if she at any point decided to undergo the same procedure, then they’d literally have all the time in the world for one another. It was with these thoughts in his head that Slay walked into the clinic and patiently sat waiting for his time to walk through the doors into the physician’s office; it felt odd that something so life-changing could be done without the need for invasive surgery, but there he had it: a nice, clean little waiting room, not unlike what he’d find at a dentist’s office, with a simple desk, and a simple clerk, and a simple doctor walking up to him with a simple clipboard in hand, asking him a series of necessary questions for the sake of filling out paperwork or whatever it was they had to do. Everything flew by in a haze, with Slay having to spend a considerable amount of effort focusing on what was actually happening around him for it to register; him walking into the actual operating room (which consisted merely of a chair with a handful of automatic injectors attached to it), being explained the “procedure”, having the nanites pumped into his bloodstream and then leaving all took place within an almost impossible thirty minutes, most of which were reserved for post-op observation. It was so devilishly simple that Slay almost refused to believe that it had actually happened; surely, something of that magnitude should’ve been more complex, more… impactful. Yet, as he walked out of the clinic feeling surprisingly more rejuvenated already, he had to admit that was really it. There would be no fanfare, no grand celebration, just himself, out there in the great outdoors, the air tasting sweeter than ever, and his libido already knocking at the door. Hard to notice at first, but as his arousal continued to pick up the longer the stood there in front of the clinic, the more the wolf began to realize that his legs weren’t functioning properly; though he still managed to look like he was just standing there on purpose, he was finding it surprisingly difficult to actually take a step, courtesy of what lay between said legs having become enough of a distraction that his brain didn’t know what to do with it. It had been a while since he felt that horny with no real explanation, enough so that the wolf honestly had no clue what the hell was happening to him; nothing had happened to justify the sudden tightness in his pants, nor how hard his muscles locked into place… nothing but the nanites now coursing through his bloodstream, of course. He didn’t want to think about it, mostly because these were exactly the kind of side-effects that he’d spent a considerable amount of time pretending weren’t real and would never actually affect him; that he was wrong was nothing short of a gift from the gods themselves, but Slay didn’t want to give himself that much hope just yet. Maybe he was just horny; that was entirely possible, especially after such a momentous occasion. Maybe he just wanted to use this new lease on life in the best way he could, which just so happened to coincide with getting back home to Myuki and wrecking yet another mattress while the neighbors complained about all the noise. Wouldn’t be the first time his brain made that connection without him realizing it, so really, why was he worried? The pressure that had refused to abate? The sense of actual tightness as opposed to just the vague notion of wanting to blow a load as quickly as possible? These were all easy to ignore, even when the people around him in the street started to give him weird sideways glances. This was fine, Slay thought to himself, he had just gotten out of one of the most prestigious clinics in the country, one known for exactly one kind of procedure; it was only natural that people were interested in seeing him for what he was now, for the pillar of biological perfection he had become. It certainly couldn’t be because something long was snaking its way down one of his pant legs, a sensation that Slay himself was privy to, yet once again chose to ignore for the sake of his own sanity. Of course his dick wasn’t growing, how nonsensical of him to even begin to think otherwise; even the rumours about the nanite treatment increasing one’s virility didn’t talk about that sort of change, so clearly, that was entirely in his head, up to and including that feeling of his cock packing on inch after inch as it slowly filled one side of his jeans, all while his balls began to strain against the seams directly underneath them. It was all in his head, which was why he absolutely did not feel any relief when he finally sat down in the car and got to enjoy some time without the pressure killing him with every step; he was just tired, was all, nothing more, certainly no size issues to worry about that his brain was actively trying to avoid thinking about. Absolutely not; really, the extra work he had to put into driving back home thanks to a weird amount of weight between his legs were clearly just the result of the operation finally getting to him. After all, it’d be silly to assume that he could have nanobots injected into his body and not suffer through some sort of adaptation period. That his pants were audibly straining and starting to tear was entirely secondary; he’d wanted to replace them anyway, so whatever reason he had to do so was a good one as far as Slay was concerned. Really, it took him parking his car outside the couple’s home before he allowed himself to consider the possibility that something might possibly be wrong, and even then it was reserved only for him unhooking his belt and sliding his pants off. Perhaps it was his brain’s way of telling him what was wrong with him, or maybe it was just a stroke of luck; whatever the case, it certainly served to show the wolf just what was wrong with him, though “wrong” might not be the best word to use in that scenario. Certainly, Slay wouldn’t call having a knee-length dick “wrong”, nor would he use that descriptor for a pair of balls so stuffed that they actually managed to hang lower still. He had to doublecheck just to confirm that his pants were even there to begin with; it took him an embarrassing amount of time to realize that he hadn’t so much taken them off as merely shuffled what remained of them off his lower body, seeing as his shaft and nuts had already ripped through most of the denim, leaving him there, sitting in front of the steering wheel, staring at himself. A cock, bigger than any one he’d ever seen before, throbbing, aching, pulsating, vein-covered and slick with pre, along with a pair of cumtanks that, unbeknownst to Slay, had become the epicenter for his transformation. After all, what better place to look for raw matter than the one spot capable of producing countless millions of highly disposable cells every day? It wasn’t as if the wolf was going to use them; him and Miyuki weren’t trying to have kids, so even when there was release, all those sperm cells would just be thrown away, ready to decompose into nothing of substance. The nanites in his system, however, had other ideas, better ideas: if all that spunk was just going to waste most of the time, they could easily reprocess most of it while keeping enough around that their host could still unleash a powerful climax if need be, then use all that additional matter in order to further improve the wolf’s body, not merely maintain it at an acceptable level. A case of growing beyond their programming, to be certain, but Slay’s physiology was unique enough that the nanites’ hivemind calculated that it could afford to kickstart a hopefully self-sustaining process; hence, why the wolf was stuck there, on the driver’s seat, with both his hands slowly approaching his rod. He almost didn’t want to touch it, believing that if he did, he’d unleash some form of jizz tsunami that would then require ample amounts of cleaning, and the last thing he wanted was to scrub cum off the seats (or, heaven forbid, from between the seats). But he had to do something; he couldn’t just leave his dick there unnatended, not when his libido was rapidly reaching a point where he couldn’t think of anything other than sticking his cock into something, whatever it may be: any random hole, between his legs, or… well, there was that. Honestly, Slay didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it before, what with the main reason for why he’d even sped home that quickly Miyuki was there, and if there was one thing he could count on, it was her enthusiasm. Surely, if she saw him burst through the door, naked from the waist down and waving a prick big enough to slap him across the face if he wasn’t careful with it, then she’d be more than happy to throw herself at him and do what had to be done. Not that Slay thought that would be enough; even if he wasn’t aware of what was exactly happening to him, he could tell he was far hornier than usual, enough that a single round would most likely not be enough. It was the middle of the morning and yet he knew that the moment he closed his front door behind him, the two of them were only going to stop when it was dinner time, and that was assuming he was done by then. With this in mind, the wolf opened the driver’s seat door… and promptly ripped it off its hinges, almost falling onto the ground when he tripped out afterwards. The lack of balance wasn’t even to blame there, but rather the momentum involved; he hadn’t expected the damned door to just fly off along with his hand, and it wasn’t until he stood up fully that he understood why: he’d been so busy staring at his dick that he missed the rest of the changes wrought to him. Granted, they weren’t as visually striking as what he had between his legs; the nanites had made sure that while Slay received a substantial boost to his strength, this was mostly packed into hyper-dense musculature. Thus, while he didn’t look overtly muscular (yet), rather than simply well-built in an athletic sense, the wolf already had enough muscle mass that every time he put his foot down on the ground, he managed to crack the pavement without even realizing it… and this, this broke him. This, above all things, finally got through to him, piercing straight through the haze of self-deception and convenient cognitive dissonance, this made him understand what was happening to him: the power, the might, the sense that he was being upgraded even as he thought about it, the notion that the damned nanites weren’t just keeping him stable, they were making him better. And, just as he felt the bottom of his nuts start to scrape against the ground, and the tip of his cock entered his peripheral vision, Slay knew what he had to do: he had to share the bounty. It wasn’t fair that he had all that delicious power all to himself; no, he had to give it to the one person in the world who deserved it even more than he did, to the wonderful, lovely vixen waiting for him at home and presumably wondering what all that noise in the driveway was about. Really, it was a wonder that the front door was even in one piece by the time Slay got to it; it certainly hung off the hinges once he pulled it open, so much so that part of the wall itself was ripped off along with it, but at least it was still there, unlike the now useless pile of scrap that used to be attached to his car. And when Miyuki looked up, startled by the sudden noise, and saw what (or rather, who) was responsible for it… well, the look on her face made any property damage worth it. Really, why even bother thinking about how much money a new door and plaster cover would cost when the two of them immediately ran towards one another and were already in one another’s arms before they even knew it? It was automatic, almost animalistic in a sense: they were both horny, they both wanted to get it out of their system, and now the wolf had a way to actually keep up and potentially surpass the bottomless wellspring of sexual energy that was his vixen partner; this much was saying something, given that the vixen was still about twice as tall as he was, and several times his body mass in raw bulk. And all it took was an infusion of nanites gone rogue; honestly, if he’s known, he would’ve undergone the procedure years prior, especially with how much he was still growing. He wondered how he could’ve missed it, especially with Miyuki there to compare himself with, but then again, he did fail to notice how his cock had grown big enough to tear through his pants or his nuts were so stuffed they smushed against the floor. It was, thus, only natural that he should be able to see the vixen eye-to-eye without having to get on a large chair, all while still feeling the floor underneath his bare paws… a floor that cracked and smashed apart with every tiny motion on his part, given how dense his body was becoming. For her part, Miyuki didn’t even think to ask what was happening; as far as she was concerned, that was her precious wolf that had inexplicably grown to be about as tall as her, and that was all that really mattered, since now she didn’t have to hold back anymore. Finally, at long last, she could unleash her full might upon Slay and not have to worry about him snapping his spine or being bent in half. No longer did she have to worry about compressing the poor guy’s neck so badly that it would turn into a spring; she could just heft her bountiful chest and plop her tits directly on top of Slay’s head, granting him the sort of hat that he’d fantasized about for heavens knew how long… only for him to not just take it without any visible difficulty, but then effortlessly lift her bust up from him as he did the absolutely unthinkable: wrap his arms around her and actually pick her up off the floor. For someone like Miyuki, who was used to being the biggest person in the room regardless of what room it was, who was used to breaking down doorways that weren’t specifically built for people of her immense bulk, the sensation was… novel. As the biggest of the two (or, at least, as the one who’d always been the biggest), she wasn’t the one who was supposed to be carried upwards from the ground, but the one who did the carrying; for the longest time, she had been so large that Slay could hitch a ride on one of her biceps alone, sitting down on her arm like it was absolutely nothing, and that wasn’t even the most well-developed part of her. Hell, the very reason they’d gotten a house together already was precisely because the vixen needed special accommodations to keep from breaking things just by moving around, and yet now she was the one being stared down; it happened so quickly that Miyuki almost began wondering about whether she should demand an explanation, but as soon as she felt Slay’s hands cup her cheeks and bring them into another deep kiss, the vixen’s worries melted away. As for the wolf himself, he had since become acutely aware of how his transformation was actually proceeding; if he’d been blissfully ignorant of just how heavily his body was changing before, he no longer had this luxury, not after the rumbling of his nuts and the leathery groaning of his cock filled his ears at every waking moment. He could feel the tightness permeating him, not just down below; it was as if his body was being pumped full of not air, but solid mass, with his skin barely capable of holding on as it tried to stretch out to fit over a swelling, burgeoning form. Soon enough, even his hyper-dense musculature wouldn’t be enough to keep him from actually swelling outwards; his muscle mass was still hyper-compacted, that much would never change, but there was an upper limit to how much raw organic matter could be compressed into any given volume, and as soon as that limit was reached, there was really no other way to go but outward. Worse yet, given that he’d reached his cap, he didn’t even have the luxury of repeating the process; he wasn’t growing into a less dense version of himself, because his mass wasn’t being redistributed. Rather, the nanites in his system were packing on extra musculature, and lacking any additional room, simply chose to start swelling him up in every direction. What used to be a slim but well-built body rapidly turned into something befitting a career bodybuilder: rock-solid abs, pecs that more resembled slabs of rock, arms and legs that thickened to the point where he could feel them rubbing against other parts of himself. His entire form groaned audibly as it was forced to stretch out far beyond capacity, yet never quite reaching a breaking point; really, if anyone had to come up with a comparison, the closest one would be some sort of mass pump: namely, that the wolf looked as if someone had hooked him up to multiple pressure-hoses keeping him full of hard, solid muscle, piling onto his form until he could feel his neck widen from a support strut into an enormous, overbuilt cone shape, right before his head started to sink down into a body that refused to stop growing. It was power unlike any he’d experienced, and thanks to its source, it was power that he could control; after the initial shock of it wore off, and Slay began openly experimenting with his new abilities, it became evident that the nanites were perfectly suited to adapt his shape and size on the fly depending on what was required of them… or, in the wolf’s case, depending on whatever he wanted them to do. All he needed was to flex a single arm for the bulk on it to start multiply, the strain caused by the clenching alone being sufficient to trigger the nanoscopic machine’s original purpose: their host’s body needed their help, and what better way than to make it even stronger, adding more mass onto an already enormous limb? And as soon as that was done, well, they couldn’t just keep him asymmetrical; thus, their job afterwards was to make the rest of him just as big, to keep the wolf from experiencing an unfortunate fall thanks to lack of balance. This was, of course, followed by Slay flexing his other arm, or his entire upper body, kickstarting the process all over again; with the latter gesture in particular, it almost looked as if he was deliberately inflating himself just by hunching and clenching tightly, the sound of it enough to make Miyuki swoon: it was hard to describe, beyond it being tangential to a bwoompf of sorts, mixed in with plentiful creaking as pound after pound of delectably hard muscle was practically glued onto the wolf’s already-immense frame. Before long, Slay felt the top of his head slam against the ceiling while his shoulders touched opposite ends of the hallway the couple were still in, the very house rumbling around them as his body continued to develop so much muscle weight alone that the foundations themselves were beginning to crumble beneath his paws… and yet, this still wasn’t the most impressive part of him, not even by a mile. For while his main body, the supposed star of the show, was definitely being upgraded to such a ridiculous extent that he’d be the one carrying Miyuki on his biceps within a couple of short minutes, it still paled in comparison to what he was carrying between his legs; indeed, as much as he would’ve loved to keep on smothering his beloved vixen with a pair of arms that grew larger the more force he put behind his cuddling, he couldn’t, because his dick was in the way. How easy it was for him to ignore it again, though mostly due to his being stuck in a rut, in a semi-fugue state where his constant growth had become too much for him to think about anything else; it was almost like it hadn’t been there until he blinked, and suddenly found himself blessed with a package of such stupendous size that it was a wonder he could even stand at all, with all the stimulation he was receiving. Indeed, as soon as he became aware of it, a switch went off inside his head, a gate being opened that allowed his brain to consciously process the fact that his cock had become so colossal that, on its own, it rivaled the rest of his body from the top of his head to the tip of his claws. It was wider that his torso was, quite the accomplishment given how immense that slab of meat had become, and longer than he was tall, covered in thick, pulsating veins and constantly slick with precum thanks to the overproductive capacity of his cumtanks. He wasn’t even thinking about those; given the sort of pressure he felt coming from the outside, the wolf could only assume they had become something beyond gigantic, but he was looking at his cock, and that was all he could focus on: an enormous, oversized, throbbing pillar of cockmeat that Miyuki had mindlessly thrown herself at, wrapping her whole body around it and delighting in licking its thick, leathery surface, all with a smile on her face that bordered on the downright predatory. After a short while though, this wouldn’t be enough; at about the same time as the wolf heard the walls begin to buckle outwards from his shoulders pressing against them, the vixen disengaged and stepped back a few feet, before turning around and, well… presenting. It was insane to think that she’d be able to take his full might, especially after such an immense growth spurt… but who was Slay to say no? His beautiful vixen wanted to get stuffed and he was the one to do it, no one else; thus, it was his duty to do his best, even if he failed to see how he’d be able to get his cock inside his lovely Maim without turning her into a stretched-out, furry condom. He was still going to try though, that much was out of the question; and with great effort, and no small amount of moaning and quasi-screaming, he did thrust forward, he did stretch the vixen out, he did make Miyuki beg for more. Inch after inch, and many more considering his dick insisted on growing further the more stimulation he received, the more he bottomed out, the vixen’s body becoming less her own, and more an enormous covering over a cock that insisted on bloating her further. Just the precum alone was enough to make a noticeable dent in her already-stretched form, as if she was nothing but a cum balloon to be filled to Slay’s content… that if, is not for how loudly Miyuki herself was demanding that he go faster, bringing up the question of just who was actually in charge. A question for later; right then and there, the wolf had to do something about his nuts, which he just then allowed himself to actually pay attention to; and for good measure as well, given that they managed to make his dick look small by comparison. It was a three tier system, one he slowly unlocked the more his awareness of himself grew: first his body in general, vast to the point of absurdity, about the size of a large truck and still growing; then, his shaft, making said body look pitiful by comparison and already being put to use doing what it did best. And finally, his sack, his overproductive cum factories, his overstuffed cumtanks, having already blown through a large section of their home. Not hyperbole either; those two spheres had broken down a large chunk of the façade and spilled forth into the outside world, and the only reason why the bitter wind wasn’t making itself known was precisely because those two cumtanks had turned into furnaces, courtesy of the nanites within. The self-sustaining reaction had arrived, the critical point reached and then surpassed, with the nanomachines making good use of every ounce of the wolf’s productivity. His nuts were visibly pulsating with each heartbeat, enough so that they didn’t “settle” back; it was a small jump every time, but even one inch being jumped up every other second had a tendency of adding up, especially when, after a point, they were just growing on their own on top of that. Only then did Slay become aware of two very important things: firstly, that the colossal amounts of spunk that had turned the vixen’s belly into an enormous reservoir with very little effort were not actual seed, but still only pre. And secondly, that the contents of his nuts were something on the magnitude of “too much”, and now that he was aware of them, he had to do something about it.
So he broke.
Slay didn’t know what hit him, nor why he had suddenly turned into little more than an animal in heat, but being slapped in the face with the realization of how stuffed he was left him with very few options besides doing what he did just then: grab Miyuki’s sides and promptly pull on her, tugging the vixen further onto him until she had her back to his front, and her slit firmly glued to his base, while his cock swelled to nearly twice its size. Simultaneously, Slay himself let loose a terrifyingly loud roar, one that would have shaken the house down if it hadn’t coincided with a burst of size, courtesy of his nanites once again; as soon as the sound reverberated from his throat, so too did the rest of his abode shake before his might, shake so harshly that it ended up collapsing in short order. His body became gargantuan, easily surpassing the thirty-foot height line while very nearly twice as wide, his bulk still stacking upon itself as it multiplied in both quantity and density once again. Every second, he grew bigger, and every second his nuts filled and bloated in excess. It felt like he was about to blow, that he couldn’t possibly keep going; there was too much cum, it was too pressurized, he couldn’t get rid of it all… that is, without further changes. No sooner had he come to this conclusion than his balls gurgled loudly enough for the whole damned city to hear, than his cock’s underside bloated as a pressurized stream of cum was finally, at long last, fired through it; soon enough, he would experience climax, an actual orgasm, and soon enough the vixen would be blessed with so much actual spunk that it would make her colossally swollen form look pitifully tiny by comparison. Perhaps, Slay thought to himself just moments before impact, he’d be able to give Miyuki some of his nanites as well, giving her some of his own growth potential.
If so, then they had a long day ahead of them.
