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Purchasing Power - Part 2 (Commission for Xilimyth)
🕑 Added 2021-08-12 10:41:48 +0000 UTCTAGS: Chee!, Growth/Expansion, Transformation, Hyper, Milk/Lactation, Cum/Excessive Cum
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What followed were a very odd few minutes, or perhaps a couple of hours, where Xilimyth’s mind, put simply, stopped working. She was still there, in the sense of having some vague, background understanding that she existed as an individual, but there wasn’t any perception going on; no sight, no hearing, no thinking, no nothing beyond merely existing in a world that seemed determined to break her in half, protected only by some base-level desire to experience more of it; couldn’t exactly keep going if they just gave up halfway through, meaning of course that whatever she went through had to be, by definition, entirely temporary, no matter how powerful it might be. No matter how hard it might cleave her personality and sense of being into smaller parts, no matter how effectively she was disassembled into her component psychological aspects, no matter how much her conscious thoughts were dissolved into a soup that the dracat couldn’t make heads nor tails out of, she had to keep going, for it was the only way to go through it all over again. Because ultimately, what she went through, though overwhelming to the point of outright depersonalization, was undeniably pleasurable… though not exactly in the way the chee was used to. It couldn’t be described as being an experience, because she didn’t really experience it the way she usually did her everyday life; it couldn’t be put to words, because to do so would require some measure of understanding of the timeline of events, rather than the jumbled sequence of blurry images that she’d be left with. Perhaps an artistic representation would be necessary, some form of abstract painting in which Xili could represent the emotions that she felt whenever she tried to recall what had happened, like those inkblot things she occasionally heard were all the rage; or maybe a song, or perhaps an allegorical story that would help her structure what she went through in a way that at least made some amount of sense. The only thing she knew for certain, however, the one solid point that she could anchor her mind on, was that she woke up some time later, drenched in cum from head to toe, the atmosphere around her reeking of arousal, with her surroundings being covered in a thick layer of creamy white that utterly erased the identifiable contours of whatever might’ve been left after the explosion of spunk that utterly demolished… whatever part of her house she was in, it was hard to recall. It was like a scene out of one of those videos she liked to watch, the post-climax parts where the protagonist would open their eyes and realize that their home had been turned into the set for some sort of hyper flick, where there were thick globs of cum oozing from the ceiling onto a small lake of the stuff down below. Except, of course, it was completely real, or at least Xili assumed that was the case; if it were a dream, it was an odd one indeed, because never before in her life did she manage to go into a fugue state during one of those, only to awaken some time in the future without waking up first at some point. No, it had to be real, which only added to the experience, leaving her so thoroughly flabbergasted at how it could be possible that she made the critical mistake of opening her mouth to say something, even if it was just an exclamation of wonderment, leading to it being filled almost instantly with enough of her seed that the dracat’s instinctive reaction was to just swallow it in order to get rid of the throat blockage. The results were dramatic, and almost immediate, just like they should be in a case such as that one: like someone had hooked two pumps to her, Xili suddenly saw her breasts billow outwards after she gulped down her own cum, filling cup size after cup size and taking up increasing amounts of space on her chest, making it progressively harder for her to think about getting up, let alone even trying to do it at all. For such a relatively small mouthful, the amount of growth was genuinely impressive, bringing her from mostly flat-chested to at least above average, certainly big enough to need some bras with impressive letters attached to them… that is, until the next time she decided to drink more cum and make herself bigger. This was the crux of the issue, ultimately: the simple fact that, if she wanted to, she could just do it, absent any concern for herself, her well-being, or the consequences of her actions; she could just open her mouth and gorge herself, making her tits ever bigger, ever heavier, ever fuller if that light sloshing was any indication, and the only thing stopping her was her own sense of self-restraint, which at that point might as well not even exist. In fact, the only reason the dracat didn’t proceed to do exactly that was the other elephant in the room, the thing responsible for the mess that she was lying on, and what was perhaps the single most successful plan ever come to fruition in her entire life: her cock, and the absolutely titanic pair of nuts underneath it keeping the monster up near the ceiling.
Trying to put an accurate size on it was difficult, in that it was mostly covered up by the spunk ocean it created, thus making its contours hard to make out precisely; it was, however, undeniably gigantic, enough that Xili just then realized she had to keep her legs stretched wide open in order to accommodate for the orbs underneath it. The shaft alone was thicker than her torso was wide, and long enough that, despite her back being against a wall, the tip had pierced through to the corridor outside the bathroom, leaving a large hole near the ceiling where bits of plaster kept falling from, adding a few sprinkles the mess of white underneath. If she had to guess, it was most likely at least thrice as long as she was tall, which was probably the best she could hope for after a single application of the growth agent; additionally, it had also left her with a couple of cum factories large enough to serve as their own couch-slash-throne, one that felt… odd, now that she had some time to try and get her bearings about her. It was large, yes, certainly heavy, but for whatever reason the balance on it felt different; at first Xili was happy to assume it was because they were looming over her, that she’d been forced down onto the ground and her nuts simply grew above her, thoroughly inverting the regular perspective she had on them, but the more time passed, the more the dracat came to understand that something was definitely off about the way the two nuts were organized, the way their weight shifted and how the shockwaves that came from the cum production within them interacted with one another. She didn’t dare to suggest that possibility, not even to herself, but it became increasingly more difficult to deny what she knew to be reality the more her cum ran off from her form and onto the ground, exposing her sack one inch at a time… and the extra seam that hadn’t been there. With her eyes wide open, the chee bore witness to something she’d never seen before in her life, not even in other hypers: an additional pair of nuts, right next to the original one, with the now-four cumtanks organized in a roughly square-like formation as they churned away gallon after gallon of highly potent spunk with each passing second, pumping their production towards a cock that, on closer inspection, was still growing! It had evaded Xili’s notice, but now that she was beginning to wake up properly, it was clear that whenever a load of her seed was pushed out from her quad-nuts and into her dick proper, the bulge it created didn’t fully recede after the next spurt of cum passed by, leaving her rod just slightly larger with each pump of her spunk. This was a dream come true as far as she was concerned: not only had she become massive enough to destroy entire rooms, but now she had a full-on uncontrollable, endless growth spurt to go with it! Honestly, the only thing left would be a second cock to go along with the duplication of her balls and then things would be just perfect, which was exactly what the universe needed to hear. Perhaps it was a case of her being too groggy to notice, or maybe the effects hadn’t kicked in until she formulated the thought itself… or maybe it was all the cum covering every inch of her dick making it hard to truly see at first, but as time passed and gravity pulled most of the cream coating away, it was undeniable that the shape of her member was just as affected as her balls’; which of course meant that what she was seeing wasn’t an oddly-misshapen rod, but rather a fully functional, entirely separate second dick right underneath the first one, this one having cleared straight through the bathroom door and into the corridor on the other side of it.
To say that Xilimyth was ecstatic would be an understatement’s understatement, seeing as the only thing holding her back from jumping around in sheer, unfettered glee was the very reason (or reasons, rather) she wanted to do such a thing to begin with. Indeed, it was the very fact that she couldn’t just get up anymore that left her wanting to shout in unbridled joy, to let the whole world know that she, the previously unassuming dracat, the average chee who would once have passed by entirely unnoticed in any given crowd, now had two dicks, four balls, and enough size between them to occupy an entire bedroom! How exactly she was supposed to make good use of them, or how she was expected to carry them around and have a regular life, were two questions that Xili refused to ask herself, because nothing could stand in the way of her jubilation, not now that a dream had literally come true in the most direct way possible. If anything, the only negative in the entire situation was that she hadn’t been blessed with even more numerous assets, but given the effects of the body wash, this was most likely easily remedied; besides, she reminded herself as she took another large gulp of her cum, she’d received a completely unexpected prize in the form of growth-inducing seed, which she would most likely get a lot of mileage out of in the near future if those pleasure spikes were any indication. It was hard to tell if it was the actual chemical composition of her brain being affected or just the sight of her tits slowly bulging out until they completely covered her torso, blocked part of her field of view, spilled over from her sides, then just kept on going until they oozed onto the ground and her nips reached towards the ceiling… or maybe it was how those things just filled with milk the more cum she licked off of herself, leaving her completely buried underneath her own bust in the process, and then creating some brand new motivation for additional growth; five minutes, five minutes and she was already pinned down and with her head stuck in a cleavage that blotted out the rest of the room, thus leaving her unable to actually see the cocks she was blessed with, even if the sensations were strong enough to cause those rods to audibly crash through the ceiling as they went fully turgid. She was clearly in need of some additional help, something that would make her grow in general, not just in particular places, and seeing as her cum made her tits milkier (somehow), then obviously it stood to reason that her milk would be the answer to this latest need. It didn’t make a lot of sense, at least not through conventional logic, but it fit perfectly with the sort of fiction the dracat usually consumed… plus, it gave her a reason to smush those things until their contents started leaking, which, as far as she was concerned, was nothing short of absolute, pure perfection, especially considering how full they seemed to be.
How foolish of her to assume, however, that her body wouldn’t then immediately pull a fast one on her the moment she let her guard down. While the original intent wasn’t exactly to shrink her tits back down to size, the thought of them becoming slightly more manageable did indeed pass by Xili’s mind, and while her body listened, it did so in a rather unique and creative manner: the more that she pressed against her own breasts, the more the dracat came to understand that no amount of tugging and kneading would release their milky contents… but it did do something else. Much like her nuts had split into four, so too did her colossal mammaries suddenly and inexplicably develop a seam around the middle of them, one that appeared to move of its own volition as it surrounded their full circumference and then began pressing down, harmlessly and painlessly splitting her bust into two, creating a perfect replica of her first rack directly underneath it, and splitting the original one’s mass in half. While this did very little to help with the problem of weight, it did make it slightly easier to move each individual breast, allowing the dracat to very slowly place herself in a more comfortable sitting position, looking out at a body that was, if nothing else, the perfect manifestation of her innermost desires: excessively large, excessively numerous, capable of producing a veritable storm of happy juice in her brain, and yet, despite it all, still not enough for what she wanted for herself. In fact, the more the chee looked at herself, the more she came to realize that what she was seeing wasn’t an improved version of herself: it was her new baseline. This was her as she was going to be from there on out, her smallest size in fact if all that gurgling and sloshing coming from her tits and balls were any indication; she could only ever get bigger, and thus, this meant that she wasn’t done yet. After all, the point of buying the transformative body wash was to give herself the perfect body, so now that she had it, what else was there to do beyond keep reaching for those ever-shifting goalposts? With a smile on her lips, the dracat heaved herself forward as far as she could, using both arms to bring one her nipples directly into her mouth; even with its mass split in half, it was still a colossal nub, too large in fact to fit properly, with a significant portion ending up overflowing from between Xili’s lips as she struggled to force it in as far as it could go. This was somewhat helped by the sudden release of milk, to be fair; it would appear that direct stimulation was the way to go, as it only took a couple of seconds of that teat being inside its owner’s mouth for it to loosen up and start pouring what felt like gallons of milk down the dracat’s throat, surprisingly warm and yet thick enough that it might as well be ice-cream for all the chee cared. Each gulp of hers came only after her cheeks were bulged out, with Xili insisting on making sure she received the absolute most of it, convinced that it would be the best way forward… and indeed, the results truly did speak for themselves. Just as she felt the warmth reach all the way down to her stomach, the big cat saw her perspective of the room shift, with her point of view rising towards the ceiling at alarming speed; just a few seconds were all she needed to bump the top of her head against it, and yet, quite worryingly, nothing about her situation actually changed. She was still pinned by her nuts down below, her tits up up above, and the twin shafts in the middle; it took a bit before the dracat put two and two together to understand what this meant: somehow, against all odds and conventional scientific logic, not only was her main body growing thanks to the help of that nutritious milk infusion, but so too was the rest of her. She wasn’t so much growing taller overall as she was expanding in every direction, keeping her proportions the same as before while the bathroom suffered the consequences of her rampant disregard for her own safety; soon enough, her other three nipples would be pressing up against the ceiling, while the cocks out in front of her thoroughly demolished the bathroom wall they had pierced through before moving on to wreck the hallway on the other side, all while the dracat’s quad-nuts threatened to collapse the very foundations of her home as they took up an increasingly large percentage of available room. It stood to reason that the primary beneficiaries of the growth shampoo, that being her nuts and dicks, would be the ones to grow the most, but the sheer amount of expansive gains that her cumtanks alone went through left Xili thoroughly flabbergasted… while, simultaneously, really wanting for it to just keep going that way, because if there was anything that truly got her going, it was the thought of both more growth and an additional multiplication. In fact, if she could, she’d snap her fingers and double up yet again, purely for the sake, of it, purely so she could live out her fantasies, and damn the consequences; this thought alone kept her focused, even as her house crumbled around her and everything she owned went along with it. With the dracat’s body moving against every hard surface at enough speed to bring her increased mass to bear, there was very little in the way of resistance to her growth spurt, turning everything that Xili touched into some kind of rubble or debris, until there was very little left beyond the walls keeping the roof in place, and even that was debatable past a certain point. And yet, despite this, the chee refused to stop; though her worldly possessions were paying the ultimate price for her size lust, not a single voice in the heavenly chorus singing inside Xilimyth’s head dared to voice any concern, with their harmonious tones in unison, at least in regards to what the dracat had to do: grow more. In fact, she needed to get two nipples and shove them into her mouth, even if this would do very little but lead to more overflowing leakage; at least that way she could make good use of her productivity, rather than leaving her chest lopsided, and besides, her house was really cramped, so shouldn’t she do something about it? Shouldn’t she try and break through, break out, break free? Shouldn’t she grow so much that her entire body would be seen as a landmark for miles around? Interesting thoughts, and certainly arousing ones as far as Xili’s cocks cared; it was with no end of surprise that the chee, as she got ready to grab a second nipple bud, noticed her shafts were actually growing a lot faster than before, it taking her some time before she realized they weren’t so much “growing” per se as much as they were hardening. The revelation that her previous size had been her at her most flaccid came as an absolute shock to the chee, who truly believed that she had to have been at full mast given the sort of stimulation she’d been on the receiving end of. But, as the roof crumbled, as the shingles were ripped apart and the neighborhood was given a front-row seat to a pair of truck-sized cocktips emerging from the unassuming dracat’s home, the dracat herself had to admit that she’d been wrong; this, this was her actual turgid size, big enough that no standard home could contain it, so large as to make a mockery of even the most terrifyingly endowed hypers… and she wanted it bigger. The reveal did absolutely nothing to quench Xili’s desire for an even larger body; in fact, it might very well have made her want it more, if only to test her limits and see how far she could go! Hell, the first gulp of milk afterwards was so much larger than it had to be that the dracat practically spurted some of it out from her nose, leaving her topmost cleavage thoroughly soaked in the thick cream… and her body so much larger than before that her house simply ceased to be altogether. One moment it was there, and the next it was gone, replaced by a positively colossal dracat cheetah whose proportions were so absurdly exaggerated that the only reason no one called the cops on her for public displays of indecency was precisely because their arousal had left them unable to do much of anything at all beyond just stare ahead and wonder what in heavens had taken place for such a form to be possible. Words failed to describe what went through the heads of the many suburbanites who were just standing there, looking at a growing disaster area, unable to parse what they were truly seeing; most of them figured they had to be dreaming, or perhaps had eaten something that didn’t agree with them and the resulting hallucination took an odd turn indeed. Hyper might be a regular fact of life, but never had anyone seen one of them grow out of a house like that, especially not with a set of assets as ridiculously oversized as Xili’s; coupled with the noises coming out of her throat, magnified by her sheer size, it made for one hell of an experience indeed, especially once the dracat found her bearings again and started trying to get up. It was a difficult process, not helped by both her nuts and breasts being so stuffed with cum and milk that it was hard to even move at all, let alone try and fight gravity, but somehow, she managed it; though it nearly caused her to stumble and smother a series of cars in the process, Xilimyth eventually found herself standing tall… which effectively translated into her being just behind her cumtanks, being forced to keep them in front of her and just lightly squishing back against her legs, with her tits laying heavily on top of the lower orbs and the two sets of stuffed spheres giving her twin rods a workout unlike any she’d ever experienced purely from just existing in the state that they were in. To say that it was overwhelming would be to do it a disservice, but in the end, there was still something missing to truly make it shine: more cock. The body wash made her dick and balls grow, which in turn caused her breasts to balloon outwards, which itself led to an overall burst in size; as far as Xili was concerned, now was the time for her to get back around to what started the cycle in order to make it into a cycle to begin with, which was a slight problem given that her house was no longer extant. In her frantic, flailing attempts at garnering more size for herself, the dracat had thoroughly wrecked her abode, and the shampoo-body wash combo along with it, leaving her without the one thing that could grant her heart’s desire in this, the most critical moment of her life… which, clearly, could only mean that she needed to find another source. It was a product that got sold in the market, which obviously meant that there had to be some sort of warehouse somewhere that held vast amounts of it for distribution, and seeing as she was about thirty feet tall or thereabouts, it shouldn’t be that hard to walk a large distance in order to find this hypothetical treasure trove. Easier said than done, given the sort of weights she had attached to herself, but Xili was never one to let reality get in the way of her dreams; she’d bought what was most likely a scam product and turned it into a growth agent, so clearly, the fates were smiling upon her that day… and they would smile again.
