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Anomalies - Part 3 (Commission for ShrapnelTheWolf)
🕑 Added 2021-08-24 11:03:07 +0000 UTCTAGS: Breeding/Bred, Hyper, Exotic Hyper (Ovaries), Hyper Preg, Growth/Expansion, Cumflation, House Destruction
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It felt impossible, seeing as the big lug was still the same size as before (cock notwithstanding), but somehow he was managing to pull the colossal serval ass he had on top of him away at arm’s length! Granted, this wasn’t that far all things considered, but enough to give him just enough room that he could bring his legs to bear, enough room that he could anchor himself properly and put his full strength behind it; far from wiped out, as one would expect from someone who had both just cum his brains out and gotten buried underneath a veritable mountain of ass, the wolf seemed possessed of renewed strength, enough of it that Liz actually felt herself being lifted off from her sitting position and pushed aside! It was hard to even imagine how that was happening, what the biomechanics behind it could remotely be, but she wasn’t about to complain, not when she was about to get exactly what she wanted; her contributions were no longer required, at least not the conscious ones, as her duty now was to simply lie there and be as appetizing of a target as she could possibly make herself be, to entice that breeder into doing his duty and giving her what she most desired. The moment of despair had vanished, leaving only the most primal of instincts behind it; she was going to be bred, her swollen ovaries would be put to the test, and then… actually, now that she thought about it, those things were quite a bit larger than they were before. In between bringing the wolf home and having their fun together, Elizabeth had entirely forgotten about the two things that led to her seducing someone to begin with, the enormous egg-makers that had, in a drastically short amount of time, apparently undergone a multiplication in size without her even realizing it. Perhaps it was the proximity to that giant of a lupine underneath her, or maybe it only happened after she had her ass stuffed with his loads; whatever the case, both of her ovaries were enormous, so much so that it was only then that the serval realized that those hadn’t been her tits she’d been caressing. In a sharp reversal to how things had been like until then, her bust was now resting atop the two lumps rather than pressing down on them, with the latter having grown so much that they had, as Elizabeth predicted they would, created the impression of a single gravid belly, even before she was blessed with any new life to carry. The longer she stared at them, and the more her hands caressed her swollen midriff, the more Liz came to understand the true dimensions of those things; if she had to take a guess, each ovary had not only beaten her tits for size individually, but collectively as well! The sum total of her two breasts put together could most likely fit snugly inside a single one of her egg-makers, a size that was difficult for her to even process, let alone come to terms with, and not helped by the fact that she could actually feel them growing underneath her fingers. In fact, all she had to do was keep her hands resting on top of them for her to feel her skin being stretched, the heat emanating from them enough to make her feel sweaty; the reason for it made her even more so, seeing as she eventually felt something akin to a split, or a seam, appearing on the surface just beneath her skin. While her first reaction was panic, the fact that she felt no pain made it clear what was going to happen, and it was with the widest, most cracked grin that Elizabeth felt her two ovaries split apart, doubling in number as the second pair migrated slightly downwards, giving her the appearance of someone pregnant with at least two dozen children and several months overdue; better yet, not only had no mass been sacrificed to recreate this second row (because what were physics, really?), but all four of those things were growing still! By the time that Liz felt herself being tipped over by the wolf, in preparation for the breeding of a lifetime, she’d probably need two full busts just to equate to the mass of a single ovary; she could practically feel the eggs themselves rushing into her womb, begging to be fertilized, desperate to create new life, a sensation that only became worse with time, making it clear that the wolf was going to have to worry if he didn’t want his date to burst without being stuffed properly. The growth came in bursts from that point forward; the serval, with her hands on that glorious pre-baby bump, could feel as all four constituent masses bloated outwards by about an inch with every other heartbeast, their productivity rampant and positively ludicrous, each ovary most likely producing enough eggs to repopulate the planet every minute or so, if not more! The more she thought about it, the worse it became, and once she was fully on her back (or, to be more precise, lying on top of her colossal ass while her legs were spread wide open), it was as if her body sensed what was about to happen; maybe it was the pheromones flying through the air, or maybe the sight of that nine foot wolf god who had somehow managed to lift a mass big enough to crush a house using only his two hands, or mayhaps even his titanic shaft fully visible as it emerged from within a similarly-oversized sheath… or maybe it was everything. Elizabeth didn’t know; all she cared about was how the wave of warmth that fell over her, once she looked down the side of her swollen belly, seemed to translate into raw motherhood: her ovaries well and truly bloated, each one gaining three feet in diameter in just a second or so, leaving her completely pinned down and unable to move (well, even more so than before), right before a third row emerged from underneath the two already present… and then a fourth. The multiplication heralded a new surge in size, with each egg factory swelling to an almost unthinkably huge ten feet in diameter, their production rates skyrocketing; for a couple of blessed moments, Elizabeth convinced herself that she was undergoing an additive process, in that she was merely gaining an extra row of ovaries at a time. She didn’t stop to think that she’d gone from one pair to two, then four, nor even considered the seam she so clearly felt splitting her original row in half… but she would. She would, once her body pulled a fast one on her just a few seconds later, when she had the privilege of experiencing the paradoxical superposition of both feeling her eight ovaries contracting, their internal pressure going truly off the charts, and them somehow exploding with additional size! In the blink of an eye, ten feet turned to twenty, twenty became forty, and before she knew it, all eight of her egg-makers were being pushed into by seams along their surface; just as the fifty-foot mark was being cleared, when a single one of those ovaries would have been enough to turn her into the world’s most productive broodmother, there she was being gifted with sixteen of them. Her body couldn’t function, couldn’t possibly keep working… unless, of course, this was just the preparation for something greater. After all, for whatever other reason could her ass and legs have become so enormous if not to support a form that would eclipse that of any other hyper in existence? Why even have that ability coded into her genes if she wasn’t supposed to use it? Her perfect body, the one she had pictured in her head and moulded to best fit her idealized version of herself, had most of its weight focused in her gravid womb, so obviously, her having an ass that wide was little more than a first step towards achieving this dream frame; she was, after all, only meant to use those motherly hips to help deliver the ungodly amount of young she would soon have inside of her, giving the serval every reason to believe that her ovaries multiplying and growing the way they did was, in fact, perfectly natural, and indeed the best way forward. It was a shame, really, that they stopped at around sixty feet in width, their growth slowing down enough that it might as well not even be present at all… though this did open up a brand new opportunity. The wolf had, after all, not actually made their move; with the oxygen supply to their brain straining an already overtaxed intelligence, all he could do was stare and watch as Elizabeth’s gigantic “belly” grew even bigger, completely unaware of what he was looking at, on an intellectual level at least. His animal self, the breeder instincts that he was so wonderfully blessed with, were more than certain that what they were looking at was a hyper-fertile female, and though they weren’t smart enough to relay that information in a way that the wolf could understand it, they could certainly activate the correct sequence of neurons firing and neurotransmitters being emitted to get him to do what had to be done: pulling out. He was, after all, still stuck inside of the serval’s ass, and as much as the idea of an even bigger being pressed plenty of his own buttons, he couldn’t help himself any longer; the notion that he might be saddling himself with an amount of young that was utterly unsustainable didn’t even cross his mind, nor did the concept of fatherhood or the myriad of consequences that would come from it. He saw a serval wanting to be bred, a serval whose body was made to be impregnated, and as their consort, at least for the night, it was his job to provide; thus, with some effort, he stumbled backwards, struggling with deal with a cock that was significantly bigger and heavier than the rest of his body, just barely capable of using the momentum from when it popped out to swivel around and then push himself back in, unceremoniously skipping any possible pleasantries in an effort to get down to the business at hand as quickly as he could. Blessed with some unnatural productivity of his own, it wasn’t altogether surprising that his nuts had already bloated to a stuffed, nearly-full state in just the short time between his last load and him pumping the giantess yet again, even if most of it could only be explained by virtue of him being in the presence of a woman who both demanded and expected to have her substantial insides painted white with as much gusto as he could give. He was a puppet, dancing to her strings, but rather than every other occasion where he had felt this way, there was no helplessness in the wolf’s mind; he didn’t feel like he had his agency stripped from him, nor was he secretly wondering when he could slip away from all the debauchery, because for once, he’d been gifted a lover who understood him on a deep, almost spiritual level. There she was, shouting at him, repeating the same five-letter word and again and again, begging for him to “Breed!” her at the top of her lungs… at least until her voice gave out after her throat all-but collapsed. Yet still she moaned, still she whined and made noises that could only be described as lewdness incarnate, still her very being exuded a form of energy that felt more attractive than a million magnets all put together; for him, for the wolf, for the breeder, it was his personal paradise, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything else on the planet or beyond.
There was no need for foreplay. As soon as he was aiming himself properly, the lupine threw his all into it, effectively breaking himself into a somehow more powerful form as he found within himself strength that he couldn’t have possibly known existed in the first place; there he was, fucking a giantess whose body defied all known laws of physics and biology, even those that other hypers had to obey despite their regular flaunting of conventional limitations, and he felt… natural. At home, like he was meant to be doing it; Elizabeth too felt this way, at least if her ear-piercingly loud assorted noises were any indication, with the serval capable of expressing herself obscenely well even after her throat broke down and stopped working properly. From that point forward, there was no more thinking on either of their parts, nothing but raw instinct and muscle memory; in fact, as far as the wolf cared, if he actually stopped to consider what he was doing, he might just end up doing a worse job of it, whereas if he allowed his body to do whatever it needed, he could focus his remaining processing power in enjoying the experience, with his physicality taking most of the workload. And really, how else was he supposed to do it? With a dick several times his size and a pair of nuts that were somehow even larger, he was little more than an addition, an accoutrement on the real star of the show, that being his breeding pillar and how much it was bloating Elizabeth up already; granted, it was difficult to tell how much of it was his own doing and how much was the serval’s ovaries expanding at ludicrous rates, once more resuming their outward advance after sensing the first few droplets of actual cum being pumped directly into the womb they were servicing. The latter remained almost pitifully small compared to the frankly absurd egg factories connected to it, having received very little in the way of size upgrades; it was, at best, just under twice as big as it used to be, and while that certainly qualified Elizabeth for a status as a hyper breeder, it paled in comparison to… well, everything else. But the wolf wasn’t worried, and neither was Liz herself; after all, her ass had been entirely normal just before the big lug shoved his cock inside of it, and now look at her! Surely, if something as secondary to the purposes of her broodmother transformation received so great of an upgrade, then the main apparatus, the actual womb itself, would be more than capable of being stretched out, moulded and reshaped to whatever form was required of it, doubly so if her ovaries’ growth had anything to say about it. Indeed, if only Liz could see what was happening inside of her, she might’ve realized how correct she was in her belief that her body had been modified to do nothing more than breed endlessly… and she would most likely be floored by how heavily she underestimated her true capacity for fertility. As soon as the first load of spunk was pressure-hosed into her, already thicker than treacle and only moving at all thanks to the colossal amount of backed-up, pent-up seed being pumped behind each load forcing the one in front of it further out, her body reacted immediately: every single ovary released its entire load, countless millions of egg cells all flushed directly into her womb to meet the incoming flood of jizz, each one eager to be immediately blessed with a swimmer of their own. It was perhaps not hyperbole to say that Elizabeth had out-produced her lover, completely inverting the natural order of things; not only did her ovaries almost instantly refill, ready for a second discharge, but the first deluge was enough to outnumber the amount of sperm that her partner for the night was capable of producing, leading to some fierce competition in the half-second or so in which she was allowed to remain sentient. For the process that came after was simply too much for her to even remotely consider the possibility of holding onto what amounted to her sanity; her belief that the breeding would be an experience that she’d go through, savouring it at every step of the way, was ultimately an extremely faulty one, as it failed to account for the possibility of her body making the very act of being fertilized feel like the best orgasm in her life multiplied a thousand times over… and there were a lot of eggs to be fertilized inside of her. In one moment, she was fine; the next, not only did her belly instantly balloon to the point where her rows of ovaries were once again separated from one another, but her mind shattered, unable to process the signals it was being sent. Elizabeth genuinely felt an electric shock coursing through her spine; the amount of neural impulses being transmitted from her apparent preponderance of pleasure receptors down below had clogged the relatively tight passageway within her spinal column, leading to an ion traffic jam that manifested itself as her losing consciousness for a full minute as her brain struggled to come up with some novel way to understand what it was going through. A full minute where the wolf, entirely ignorant of what was happening to the glorious giantess he was breeding, kept pumping, kept thrusting, kept plastering her insides with his seed; each motion of his brought forth more spunk for him to dump into her, and it felt as if the longer he was allowed to sate this thirst, the thirstier he became, with his nuts growing ever larger and his dick increasingly thicker. It was a miracle that he could even move at all, rather than being stuck upon a throne of nutflesh and barely even able to gyrate his hips, but once again, he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth; there would come a point where he couldn’t keep going, and Elizabeth would have to make do with whatever he had given her up until that point, so clearly, he should be giving her as much as possible to begin with! That made sense, at least in his head, hence why he redoubled his efforts to try and make that already colossal belly of hers redouble in size yet again; it was only then that his lust-addled mind really put the pieces together, allowing him to understand just what those “lumps” he saw were, at least on an instinctual level. If asked, he’d still have no clue, though his mind would conjure up ideas that’d leave him bright-faced and unable to speak properly; all he knew was that whenever he bottomed out, that gargantuan gravid gut of hers became even larger, to the point where he began feeling outright claustrophobic as it kept bearing down on him. Not to worry though; the same strength that had allowed him to push the serval off of him would be more than enough to hold that belly up just enough to give him the right amount of space to keeping making it bigger, a vicious cycle that was sure to not leave him flattened and turned into an organic pancake after it was allowed to carry on for too long. The wolf wasn’t even thinking about his surroundings anymore; if the tiniest part of him had cared about the damage done to the house when Elizabeth’s ass burst free from it, that section of his brain had been expediently cauterized by the wolf’s own hormone storm, leaving only the singular desire to make that gorgeous giantess even bigger in the only way he knew how. For Liz herself, the experience was somewhere along the lines of transcendent, in the sense that she really had no words to describe it; once she woke up again, some time later and lacking any idea where she was or how she’d gotten there, all she saw was darkness. It took her a while before she realized she was actually buried underneath something, and even longer before her mind remembered the last thing it had seen, sending the serval into yet another minute-long crash, at the end of which she succeeded in staving off a third meltdown… even if just barely. The warmth, the sense of softness, the knowledge that the tightness she was feeling all over was actually the result of her womb being painted white and the countless egg cells each being given a sperm cell with which to be fertilized, everything contributed to leave the widest, most broken grin on her face once the pieces fell together and she understood what was going on. There was no night sky to be seen, not where she was; her upper torso and head were, at that point, barely a fraction of a single percentage point of her full body mass, and even that number was racing downwards to increasing insignificance the longer the breeding was allowed to continue… and seeing as neither herself nor her partner, whom she just now regretted not asking the name of, were never going to stop, she was only ever going to become smaller compared to the rest of her body. Her ass, too, would eventually become just as insignificant compared to her belly and the still-growing ovaries sticking out from it as her little torso was; in comparison to that colossal, stuffed womb of hers, everything would be equally tiny, equally diminutive, no matter what scale one was operating at. She would pave over her neighborhood (and, indeed, already had), she would pave over the nearby city (a large chunk of which had already vanished underneath her advancing avalanche of serval belly), she would pave over everything, leaving behind nothing but herself, her titanic, stuffed womb, and presumably her loving boytoy still breeding her with so much gusto that it was almost a shame that she couldn’t whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Almost, because he certainly didn’t need any encouragement; in fact, Elizabeth was convinced that spending any time doing anything other than bloating further would be a waste, a criminal one at that, and if she truly wanted to experience motherhood at its finest, her job was to just lie there and take it, to lie there and bloat, to lie there and grow. Not that she could do much else, but it helped to think that it was a conscious decision on her part, rather than the logical end point for her hyper-level fertility; the worst part, really, was just not knowing how big she was. Liz had made it a certainty in her mind that, when the time came for her to undergo her growthsplosion of motherly size, she’d be riding the crest of the wave, so to speak, capable of looking over her vast landscapes of soft serval, rather than trapped in a cocoon of flesh of her own making. It had its charms, especially once the noises became so loud as to be literally deafening, but she couldn’t help but wonder what she was missing, what her wolf was missing as well, by not being able to see the expansion in all of its glory.
Truth be told though, no one could really “see” it, at least not in its totality. Elizabeth had very quickly reached a point where her size could only be described as horizon-dominating, so big that the very curvature of the planet meant very little to her or to any observer; and with each passing second, she only became larger, took up more land, consumed more space, encroaching upon such large quantities of urban sprawl that her pregnancy had become a national calamity within a matter of minutes. The worst part, however, was that she wasn’t tired… and neither was the wolf. In fact, the two of them had never felt more energized in their entire lives!
So why stop?
