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Work Hours - Part 2 (Commission for @TonMecha)
🕑 Added 2022-03-13 15:38:44 +0000 UTCTAGS: F/F, Growth/Expansion, Hyper/Hyper Growth, Macro/Macro Growth, Milk/Lactation
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There was only so much they could do before they were unceremoniously thrown out the door, but to everyone’s credit, it took a long time before anyone on the staff team dared to even so much as lift a finger. Even as the two of them went at it like a pair of bunnies in heat, there was always the bigger issue of customer satisfaction: none could deny that they’d hired Annabelle specifically because she was a massively heavy-chested cowgal with a penchant for making pants tighter wherever she walked, nor could they defend themselves if anyone pointed out they only allowed Abigail in as well because the two of them getting close and personal attracted a lot of good clientele. Well, the staff said good, but it was mostly the kind of people who would go for watching two hyper-sized lovers getting it on the middle of a public area, which always created a never-ending cavalcade of headaches for the people in charge of the club. Sure, they wanted to be successful, and right there they had an easy ticket, but did they really want to be known as that kind of club? Always questions to be asked but never answered, as those responsible had convinced themselves that the time would never come that Anabelle, dutiful Anabelle, would ever do something as ridiculous as actually start fucking her partner in full view of everyone. Groping, sure, maybe a little heavy petting, but never that… until, of course, it happened, and did so with enough energy that no one quite knew what to do with it. They couldn’t just walk up to the couple, not without risking getting knocked out; the Nargacuga’s balls had inflated with so much cum that they were spilling onto the ground, her cock ramming so deeply into the cowgal’s body that it left her belly visibly deformed with each thrust, while the cowgal herself… well, her tits were already enormous by themselves, and had grown further over the time she’d been working there. Everyone knew that Anabelle was prone to that sort of growth, but at no point did they expect her bust to just start billowing outwards like that, nor could they have guessed it could be so productive as well! Before anyone knew it, both of the cow’s udders were large enough to serve as beanbags of their own, and if Anabelle had bothered to stand up rather than shatter the couch underneath her, they would’ve easily reached the ground and still manage to cover a substantial chunk of her front… and they were still bloating. Slower than before, yes, but still growing, and judging from how much milk was spurting from their nips, it was quite clear they were filling as well, which only made the Nargacuga thrust in deeper, harder, faster, until the process became self-sustaining and the two lovers were on the right path to fill the entire club. And while the customers would no doubt love to see that, the management couldn’t just stand back and watch it happen… for too long. Consequences had to be put in place and repercussions had to strike, but perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad if they let Abigail and Anabelle enjoy one another for a while, to give them something to do and attract the attention of the customers that were already present; not like anyone had the spine to demand the two of them stop, but it was the thought that counted. Thus, nothing stood in the way of Abigail’s frenzied fucking, her nuts and cock burgeoning with size and mass as they stretched Anabelle out further and further still, who in turn only grew thicker the more her body was stuffed. It wasn’t just her tits as well, as even her hips had begun to flare out, her thighs had started to fill, and her ass was definitely bigger than it had been just moments prior, leaving her with one hell of a pillowy throne to sit upon. However, she had no intention of getting up from where she was, lying down and surrounded on all sides by her own soft self, being railed by a cock bigger than most of her torso, hearing her lover’s moans and feeling their hot breath roll over her own body like the most wondrous waterfall, covering her from head to toe. It was all she could ask for, and indeed, all she would ever ask for; nothing more was needed to leave her feeling the most blissful she’d ever had been, and in those few, precious moments where no one interrupted them, Anabelle felt truly, undeniably happy. Unfortunately for both her and Abigail, it couldn’t last; eventually, someone would step forward and make the decision to put a stop to the proceedings, and while the two lovers completely ignored them at first, threats of calling the police or siccing the bouncers on them made them wake up to reality pretty quickly. They couldn’t exactly walk, not when the Nargacuga was still balls-deep inside the cowgal, but they had no choice: it was either shuffle out of the bar or risk landing in prison for the rest of the day, maybe even longer if they were unlucky. So, with a heavy heart, and heavier everything else, the two women did their best to drag themselves out of the establishment, watched on all sides by eyes that veered from leering to just downright lustful. It was hard to put to words just what it was like for them: Abigail had a good two thirds of her total body weight concentrated between her legs at that point, made even worse by how she’d been thoroughly blue-balled and had no idea what to do beyond rutting to make the pressure go away. Anabelle, meanwhile, was pushing a pair of tits wider than she was tall, and an ass that was very quickly getting to that point as well, enough so that she had serious trouble going through the front door, and had to ask for help from many, many eager hands that very quickly sank into her plush rump just to help her through. When outside, where else could they go but home? They could just as easily start fucking one another out there in the open, but then they’d get interrupted and asked to leave again; best to drag themselves back to their apartment now that they were already out in the streets, even if it did need them to ignore their desperate need to get off for a horrifying total of five minutes. They were lucky Anabelle’s place was close by, but even this short walk was too much for them, enough for the two to actually start shrinking as well; while they would still retain some of their size, their bodies weren’t meant to remain at those ludicrous proportions for more than short bursts, and with no arousal to power them, it was only about half a minute before they were both returning to their previous selves. Still, they couldn’t keep their eyes off one another, and though they were noticeably smaller by the time they somehow managed to squeeze through the front door of the cowgal’s diminutive apartment, they were still far larger than they had been earlier that morning. Their gaze unbroken, it was really just a matter of one of them taking the first step and kickstarting the process that would leave them both floored and unable to really do much beyond rutting for the next several hours; yet, it was precisely these locked eyes of theirs that kept them from doing anything at all. They could still see themselves and the other, curves infringing upon their field of view, but the longer they looked, the longer they stared their sight with one another, the further it tunelled until all they could see was their lover’s face, the smile, the warm, soft, inviting expression letting them know that, despite everything, they were still home, and they could finally… well, not rest, but at least get comfortable. Didn’t take long before they were in each other’s arms, made slightly more awkward by the amount of boob they had between them, and even shorter still until their lips were locked and their eyes finally closed. They could taste one another, they could smell one another, they could sense one another, and this was all they could hope for… at least, for the time being. For those first few seconds before the floodgates opened, really, all they could need was one another, but as soon as that short grace period was over, it barely even registered; not that they didn’t love one another, but companionship and mutual adoration gave way to raw carnal energy and the primal, animalistic need to fuck one another’s brains out until they couldn’t walk straight, and with bodies as improved as theirs, it was hard not to jump off the deep end. Ultimately, even with their arousal going as off-the-leash as it had back at the bar, they were still inside a public establishment, and part of them remembered this; now that the two were at home, however, there was nothing and no one there to tell them what to do in their privacy of their own walls, and the two were going to make very good use of this. Nevermind the fact that their collective size was already enough to fill up the foyer; nevermind how any more bloating would likely cause them to spill through multiple doors and fill the small living space they had. Nevermind how they were both very much aware of this and yet didn’t care enough to do anything about it: they were horny, they needed to fuck, so they would, end of story. Anabelle barely had the time to turn around and present a target before Abigail’s fingers were firmly sunk in her enormous asscheeks, already growing again now that the two women could get back to what they were doing; all the cowgal could do at that point was lean over, use her prodigious tits as something to rest on, and let the Nargacuga at it. Not that anything else was needed, since the moment the cock’s tip first plunged into her, Anaballe’s mind, at least as it had been, stopped functioning properly; she’d been fucked with bigger ones, sure, and Abigail wasn’t shy when it came to stretching them both out with their complete disregard for safety, but very rarely did she get started with a dick big enough to rearrange her insides. The cow opened her mouth and let out something that half-resembled a moo turning into a moan halfway through, before her tits erupted with milk, spraying the walls with sweet, warm dairy… and then, only then, did Abigail pull back for the first time. There was a brief moment of respite before the second plunge came, and when it did, Anabelle blanked out. There was no way around it: her body just wasn’t prepared for the kind of strain it was being placed under, and the only way it knew how to handle it was to shutdown completely and leave it in the hands of muscle memory and whatever else happened to survive the reset; the cowgal would wake up a few moments later, her feet in the air and locked firmly underneath Abigail’s arms, her legs spread wide to give the Nargacuga the room she needed to jackhammer that gargantuan piston of a shaft directly into a slit that seemed almost supernaturally welcoming to it. Down below, her nuts were churning aggressively loudly, Anabelle’s tits joining in as each motion caused gallons of milk to splash out in front and below her, the whole room seeming to shake and quake underneath the relentless onslaught of Abigail’s mindless rutting. The neighbors would be getting one hell of a show; they’d either need to leave or find something thick and padded to keep their eyes from being violated by the ungodly noises coming from the home of “those two”. Even then, the shockwaves created by Abigail’s bucking were enough to make the whole building tremble, creating fears of earthquakes in those who weren’t yet accustomed to the kind of throat noises coming out of both lovers on a half-second basis. They should’ve stopped as well; both of them were too horny to know when to put a brake to the whole thing, which all-but guaranteed they would outgrow their surroundings and cause significant damage to the buildinding. Both Anabelle and Abigail were well aware of this reality, yet they couldn’t really bring themselves to do anything about it; to do so would mean to let go of their enjoyment, to forgo pleasure for even just a half-second, and they couldn’t abide by that. No, they needed to keep bucking their hips, keep thrusting, keep moaning, keep begging for more, keep growing, keep bloating, until they were too tired to do anything but too wired to stop; they had to be locked into muscle memory and forget about everything else, they had to become naught but machines powered by their lust for one another, pounding away until the seconds turned to minutes turned to hours. It was the only thing they could do, the only thing they should do; anything else would be a waste of their time, even if the walls were creaking and the doors were breaking within just a few short minutes. Sure, they were going to spill over from their apartment soon, utterly ruining the one spot in the city where Anabelle and Abigail could have some privacy, but soon enough, they wouldn’t need privacy; rather, all they’d require would be one another, and if anyone wanted to complain, well… too bad? Neither the Nargacuga nor the cowgal were at all interested in limiting themselves anymore; maybe beforehand, when they weren’t fully aware of how magnificent it was to let go and enjoy themselves, but not now; after tasting of purest pleasure, to turn back around would be an affront, heresy really, especially when a good half of all available space around them was taken up by Anabelle’s tits and neither her nor Abigail wanted them to be any smaller. After a while, this was the main motivation: they were huge, they liked being huge, and if at any point they stopped fucking, they would start shrinking; therefore, the simplest solution was to just keep going, and worry about any potential end points later, when they actually had to think about it. Not like their bodies weren’t built for those sorts of long-range sprints; really, the only reason the two of them hadn’t already splurged out like that was mostly because the chance had never come up because they’d been too busy with Anabelle settling into life in the big city. Now though? Now they had nothing but time, and, soon enough, nothing but space as well.
And they were going to make good use of it.
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For the rest of the street, things were perfectly fine. Apart from those unlucky enough to be in the apartment block where Anabelle and Abigail were getting busy breaking through their existing limits, no one else around really seemed to know that anything was out of the ordinary; the two gals were loud, yes, but the walls did inevitably muffle most of the sounds they were making, at least for those lucky enough to be one building or more’s worth of distance away. This, however, would not last; through a combination of their own lack of self-restraint and the simple fact that their growth fed one another until the only people that could actually stop them were themselves… and, naturally, neither the Nargacuga nor the cowgal were in any disposition to put a stop to what they were doing, creating a dangerous cocktail of unstable circumstances that could only ever end in one way: destruction. Not for themselves, of course, that was for amateurs who didn’t know how to live on the limit and ride it until the cows came home… and quite literally, at that, given how enthusiastically Abigail was plowing into the gorgeous bovine in front of her. And on her sides. And most every direction, honestly, after a certain point; there wasn’t a lot of empty space left in their home after a short while, most of it being Anabelle’s tits having grown to such a ridiculous size that the atmosphere in there was starting to feel like it was pressurized, almost as if the very air was packed into a tinier and tinier, and increasingly denser, volume. Either that or the two of them were just too horny to really think straight; that said, it was definitely hotter in there than it had been at the start, and for once, it was mostly Abigail to blame; the combination of her churning nuts and the musk produced by them, as well as the enthusiastic pounding leading to both her and Anabelle sweating madly from the strain, turned up the heat to such an extent that they were lucky they weren’t succumbing to it. But to do so would be to waste time, time they could be using to fuck one another even harder, to rail and get railed, until what little space there still was left inside of their home was quickly reduced to nil. Now, none of them were thinking about what would happen when they occupied every available inch; as far as the two lovers were concerned, this wasn’t even a concern for future them, much less the present version of themselves. No, their primary motivation was just to keep on rutting, and if anything got in the way, that something would just have to… move. Be it a wall, a house, a building, whatever else was stupid enough to try and stop them from enjoying themselves would just have to move if it knew what was good for it, unless it wanted to be unceremoniously pushed aside and ground into dust. Not that getting out of the way would do much, because everything would be flattened in time; neither of the two were willing to ever stop, so unless there was some hard cap to keep them from completely overruning everything around them, then they just… would. No ifs, no buts, no ands, and thus they kept on going, oblivious to the amount of plaster falling on their bloated forms, blissfully ignorant of how the noises they were hearing were caused by their apartment block starting to collapse. For those outside the structure, the first sign that something was wrong came when one of the sections of the wall up on the fourth floor began developing cracks on it, seemingly out of nowhere; there were no earthquakes, no explosions, nothing that could indicate the structure was being damaged, and yet the cracks kept appearing on a rhythmic timing, almost like something massive and powerful was pounding on it from within the apartment block itself. The second sign came when the wall itself succumbed and was promptly pierced by two fleshy-looking nubs, ones that almost immediately erupted with a thick, creamy white liquid that splashed down on the ground below with enough strength to overturn several cars and wash away multiple pedestrians who weren’t as lucky as the others who fled away in time. It took a bit before onlookers realized that what they were looking at were a pair of nipples, a pair of very milky nipples, and ones that were still pushing out through the walls on the same rhythm as the cracks had been forming on it just moments before; it took longer still before everyone watching did the math and came to the same conclusion almost simultaneously, though it certainly helped that the unseen Abigail pounded into Anabelle hard enough that not only did the cow’s udders bwoompf out with several more feet in radius, not only were they made to fill with thousands more gallons of milk, but Anabelle’s entire body was pushed forward from the thrust itself, causing most of their floor’s facade to crumble and the cowgal’s milktanks to flop out onto the outside world… except, by that point, they didn’t so much flop as they did crash: with a thundering groan, the whole front of the apartment building fell beneath the weight of those titanic mammaries, and rather than a wet, meaty slap, what followed was a quake of cataclysmic proportions and a boom loud enough to pop eardrums with the cowgal’s overly stuffed, excessively densely packed tits were pulled down by gravity and caused most of the local neighborhood to jump in fright at the sudden and inexplicable earthquake. Right about the same time, something similar was taking place on the exact opposite side, as Anabelle wasn’t the one one whose orbs had grown to absurd proportions; Abigail too, and for lack of any reasonable way to empty them, had developed a bit of a backed-up issue of her own, though one focused between her legs rather than on her chest. Sure, her own tits had grown somewhat, but compared to Anabelle’s they might as well not even exist… now, her balls though? Those absolutely gargantuan, positively overstuffed, neutron-star-dense cumtanks she was having trouble moving each time she wanted to buck her hips and stuff her lover as much as she physically could? Now those, those were something the Nargacuga could work with, those were something Abigail could use to thoroughly and completely destroy her surroundings… even if she wasn’t exactly looking to do that. It was part of the process though; she could no more avoid flattening everything behind her than she could stop breathing, as it came just as naturally, just as inevitably, and far, far more pleasurably. Anyone could breathe, and to a certain extent, a whole lot of people could grow their balls out if they wanted to, but could anyone make the claim that their nuts were so tremendously overproductive that they could bloat up to a size bigger than that of an apartment, the building it was in, and a good half of the city block they belonged to? Just as Anabelle was covering the world with her tits out front, then it just made that she should be doing the same with her balls out back! Granted, the Nargacuga couldn’t quite well see what was happening; in between her being stuck pounding into the cow in front of her and having tits on every side, it was hard for Abigail to justify looking away from what she was doing just to satisfy her own curiosity with something that was, ultimately, pointless. What did it matter how big her balls were? Just as long as she felt them creeping up buildings, flattening parked cars and trucks, even collapsing entire chunks of the ground where the water mains ruptured and hundreds of tons of building materials were crumpled into thin dust, then she was perfectly fine; similarly, Anabelle had long-since stopped caring about whether or not her breasts were causing a scene, especially after she opened her eyes and, through pure luck and a very fortuitous angle, saw a single nipple topple an entire residential building, followed by a spurt of milk whose power was such that it outright cleaved through a second one. It was too much for her to bear, and the cowgal’s brain once again shut down completely; better to not function than be forced to try and understand just what the hell was even happening to the body it was commanding. Leave behind only the bare basics: let Anabelle breathe, let her heart keep beating, and allow her to feel pleasure, if only so the information backlog could be handled; this effectively trapped the cowgirl in an unbreakable cycle, whereby all her brain could do was let her know just how good she was feeling, which naturally only heightened her arousal, made her tits swell larger and fill faster, and caused even more horny energy to flow through her, leading to an escalating spiral that Abigal, just a couple of feet behind her, was more than happy to exploit. Couple of feet since, by then, it hadn’t just been the Nargacuga’s balls that had grown larger; it would’ve been good enough on its own, but a large set of cumtanks needed an equally sizeable cum dispenser to go along with them, and Abigail’s cock had stepped up to the podium to fill that role and do so wonderfully. There were, of course, a couple of feet in between Abigail and Anabelle, this much was undeniable; the issue was, those couple of feet were from the amount of shaft the Nargacuga couldn’t get in. The cowgal was very stretchy, enough to take a substantial amount of dick, but even they had their limits, and they ended just shy of about ten feet or so of organ-rearranging, body-stretching cock being plunged straight into her like it was the most natural thing in the world. Faced with more than that, well, there was only one way it could go, and it was out: hence why, despite everything, Abigail still had a good two feet of cockmeat sticking out from between her lover’s legs, and she had to make due somehow… especially since this number was only going to get higher as the two kept going. For Anabelle was very growth-happy indeed, but she was only such in very specific spots on her body: her tits were gargantuan, easily able to fill up multiple city blocks each one on their own, and her ass, while not nearly as massive was respectable enough that Abigail could only wish that it would one day sit on her. But the rest of Anabelle was about the same size it had been before; it was malleable, and more than enough to take more dick than most people ever could, but it just wasn’t keeping up with the rest of her. On the one hand, this meant there would always be a hard cap to how much of Abigail the cow could have inside of her… on the other, it let Abigail turn her lover into a living, moaning, mooing condom of a milk-maker, and if that wasn’t exactly the dream scenario she’d been hoping to one day live through, the Nargacuga didn’t know what would be. So what if she wouldn’t be able to shove all of her shaft into Anabelle? She had a good ten feet in there and that was far more than most anyone else would ever have the pleasure of experiencing, so why bother worrying about it? Better to spend her time plapping against an ass that was so fat that each shockwave created by her thrusts seemed to carry on perpetually, crashing into itself as it coursed through the cowgal’s rump and spread to the rest of her body. And they didn’t stop either; almost as if the universe wanted Abigail to keep pounding, the more energy she put into Anabelle, the more their body felt like gelatin, jiggling and quivering to such an extent that it was a wonder the cow was even awake at all… though, to be fair, there was something to be said about whether or not that was the case. Truth be told, Anabelle had stopped being conscious a while back, and whatever random state she was in definitely was not anything close to being aware of her surroundings. She knew she was big, she knew Abigail was there jackhammering into her, and to a certain point, that’s all she needed to know; the cowgal’s involvement began and ended at being a sleeve for the Nargacuga to pump their cock into, and really didn’t need to go any further than that; what she was feeling at that point, that overwhelming onslaught of sensory overload, was more than she could’ve ever begged for, more than she could’ve imagined was possible when she first arrived in the big city. Spending so much of her life deliberately holding herself back for fear that she’d do damage to her surroundings, the notion of just letting go and enjoying herself, then thinking about the consequences never, was certainly… enticing. Years spent denying her true nature, now fully unleashed onto the world at large, now fully revealed for all to see; Anabelle didn’t care that each of Abigail’s motions caused a chain reaction that ended in herself leaking thousands of gallons of milk… though, perhaps jettisoning the milk was a more appropriate expression, given the speed at which it was being pressure-hosed out of both her milktanks and how much destruction it was wreaking to everything in front of her. But this was meaningless, ultimately; distinctions like those were a waste of her brainpower, which could be being used to process more important things, like how stuffed she was, or how big she’d grown, or how much more she wanted to bloat and swell and get railed and fucked like an animal by a cock that was only getting bigger by the moment. Brainpower that she did, indeed, put to use exclusively towards those ends; better to fall into a fugue state where nothing really seemed to register than it was to worry about anything other than her physical self… and to surrender herself to Abigail.
Abigail, who on her end, had stopped really thinking about anything other than rutting as well. Past a certain point, the two of them were just too big to do anything other than fuck one another, and quite frankly, that’s all they could ever hope for. Why bother with anything else, when they had one another… and a whole city to flatten, but really, who was counting anymore? One city block, ten, the whole damned downtown, hell, throw in all the outlying neighborhoods as well; it was just a matter of scale and time by then.
And the two of them had plenty of both to go around.
