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Daydreaming - Part 1 (Patreon Commission for QT_Bun)
🕑 Added 2021-07-05 17:05:51 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth/Expansion, Hyper, Transformation, Bunification (literal)
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She wouldn’t usually have come to a place like that, if not for her friends being insistent that it was actually a lot more classy than it first appeared; surprisingly, they weren’t joking, even if the rabbit was convinced that the whole thing had been some sort of ploy to get her to “loosen up” for a girl’s night out, despite her insistence that she was just fine and absolutely didn’t want to go ogle some hot piece of ass while turning off her many, many compunctions about the subjects. Plus, there were still plenty of curves on full display without the whole place being just shy of an outright strip club, so it was a win-win situation all around; Carla could pretend that this was just a simple get-together for some good food and some good drinks, while still occasionally glancing at her side whenever she sensed something eye-catching was coming her way. This didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of her friends, though at least they were decent enough not to bring attention to it… if only because they knew that doing so would immediately have the shyest in the group try to come up with a dozen excuses for why they had to be anywhere but there and then try to slip away as noticed as possible. It was a complicated dance that they engaged in, one that had been going on ever since Carla first took the job at her current workplace and found that there were several other gals of around her age who also enjoyed the occasional drink after work, a discovery that lent itself dangerously well to a large number of nights spent doing things that they were glad none of them had recorded for posterity yet; it was only a matter of time until one of them whipped out of their phone and the whole world was made aware of what took place behind closed doors after they walked home to one of their places, but until that happened, the group was happy to enjoy themselves… though Carla always kept slightly behind. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the notion of going out with her gal pals and enjoying a stiff drink after a meal that was perhaps a bit too heavy for both her body type and wallet, but it just so happened that she was a bit of an anomaly when it came to that group of bunnies, that being that she wasn’t nearly as interminably horny as the other ones were. The amount of lewd comments that flew from side to side, especially once drinks began to get involved, turned frankly ridiculous, and more than once Carla found her cheeks to be burning so brightly that the only reasonable solution was to excuse herself and call a cab to go home, after coming up with a half-decent explanation for why she had to do so. Most worryingly, it was less a case of her not liking to think about those things as it was her not wanting to do so; knowing as well as she did that her penchant for daydreaming could very easily get in the way of her day to day life if she didn’t actively keep it restrained, the last thing that Carla needed, at least in her own head, was to “loosen up” and become more accepting of her own sexual thoughts, lest she end up thinking about what a hypothetical someone might hypothetically do to her in a series of hypothetical scenarios that she absolutely, positively had never searched for online, no matter what her search history said. Nevertheless, her friends kept surreptitiously trying to push her into situations where she had to actively make the choice between listening to the side of herself that was very clearly there, or try to make excuses for it and then run away, and while the latter option always won out in the end, that hadn’t dampened their spirits; if anything, it had become a sort of running joke between the group, that Carla was secretly the horniest of the bunch, but just refused to admit it and-or kept it so well-hidden that it was locked behind three layers of encryption and four different passwords… which wasn’t all that far from the truth, all things considered.
For that night in particular, the group went out to a new restaurant that had just opened half a mile or so from their workplace, one that was themed in a very specific way, hence why Carla was initially reluctant to accept the invitation until she was assured that the whole thing would be above board. It also just so happened that she was blessed with an abnormally high libido that was just barely kept in check through some extreme, frankly at times supernatural amount of self-restraint on the young woman’s part, which wasn’t at all helped by the way that everyone dressed inside that damned place; maybe if they covered up nicely, she wouldn’t be so on edge, but the hare’s brain being what it was, there weren’t a lot of ways for her to react that didn’t involve arousal in some way. Thus, her initial reluctance to head to an establishment whose entire gimmick was that every person who worked there was a herm, a gimmick that was about as obvious and on-the-nose as the restaurant management’s insistence that it was purely for aesthetic reasons and had nothing to do with sexual titillation of any kind. The lie was thin, the narrative it spun even thinner, but it was something at least, and Carla could work with something, making it just easy enough for her to come up with nonsense rationalizations whenever a waitress popped up to ask them what they wanted next and it was very obvious that their uniforms were designed to fit their form first and worry about function never. Trying to justify why she wasn’t getting up and leaving became harder and harder for the small rabbit as the drinks kept coming, to the point where she didn’t think herself capable of lasting for the whole night; it was only through some heavy insistence on the part of her friends that Carla remained seated, and even then her cheeks were permanently dyed red the whole time, so much so that she convinced herself that the colour would never wash off no matter how hard she tried. Miraculously, she made it to the end of the night (relatively) unscathed, or at least long enough that the rest of the group recognized it was probably time to call them all a taxi and head home before they did something they would regret later; plus, they still had work in the morning, so it was best not to try their luck. It was only then, right as the group of friends were leaving the restaurant, right when things started to get noisier as the hours ticked by and the thin veneer of civility and decency could be torn off to reveal the true debauchery that lay behind it, that Carla saw them: they were clearly working for the place, given the sort of half-uniform they were wearing, but given their proportions, it was obvious they weren’t supposed to be seen by the more “respectable” clientele, being reserved for after-hours fun only. They were a bun, one with almost comically long ears, and a herm too… and they just so happened to be massive that they probably qualified to be a hyper.
It wasn’t every day that someone with those sorts of proportions was seen dressed that way in front of a large crowd. Sizes on those levels weren’t exactly unheard of, but given the host of “complications” that usually came with them, those blessed with the gene tended to dress more modestly, or at least cover up enough so as to not be a distraction for everyone around them… or a flooding hazard… or both, as fate usually had it. There, however, in an establishment clearly built from the ground up to cater to those specific tastes, there was no reason for the massive bun not to place themselves on full display, even if that all-but guaranteed they’d have something spilled on their fur by night’s end; then again, seeing as how they were weaving between the tables with such ease, it was clear that they were already used to that sort of thing, which only made the spectacle that much more… unbearable was a word, and certainly one that Carla wished she could use, but the sight of that bun was far too much for her to handle, and not in a bad way like she’d hoped it would be; rather, looking straight at someone that was a good ten or so feet tall, and yet had most of their body covered by their assets awoke certain instincts within her that she couldn’t deny were leaving her hot and bothered already, and if not for the fact that the giant herm was coming her way, she would’ve turned around and bolted out of the club some time prior. But how could she, when such a gorgeous beauty was headed her way, presumably to say goodbye to their clientele and make them feel right at home? Everything seemed to conspire to keep Carla rooted to her spot: the gargantuan set of breasts slung out in front of the giantess, each one big enough to completely cover her body, forming a bust that probably had more backboob than the enormous bun had torso width, not to mention the very obvious fact that they were stuffed full of milk, at least judging from the sloshing and the constant dripping of the head-sized nipples as they swayed from side to side; amazingly, the bun’s rear managed to be visible even from behind that colossal wall of breastflesh, as well as their thighs and hips, betraying just how utterly massive they must be… but nothing, absolutely nothing, could quite compare to the way that the amazon had her cock wedged firmly between her tits, just barely covered by a specially-designed piece of underwear that left nothing to the imagination. It was probably about as thick as Carla’s own torso, certainly longer than she was tall, and though the smaller gal couldn’t spot where the balls were thanks to the tits covering everything from the bun’s neckline down to the ground, she could certainly hear them gurgling menacingly somewhere behind all those monstrously overengorged curves. And yet, when the titanic bun walked up next to her, the words that came out of their mouth were so soft, so inviting, so friendly and jovial, that the two of them might as well just be roomies back during Carla’s college years.
“Hope you had a good time!” the enormous bun called out to the whole group, “Be sure to come back whenever you like!”
With that, she leaned down just enough for the smaller hare to get an even better view of her cleavage, before doing something that would seal the latter’s fate: giving Carla a pat on the head. It was an innocent gesture, at least on its face, and to the colossal bun’s credit, there was no way they could’ve predicted what would happen immediately afterwards; alas, the smaller hare’s body was both incredibly reactive to any kind of arousal and it had a tendency of keeping itself on maximum activation for as long as it possibly could, even when given the tiniest of stimuli, and so, combined with the general atmosphere, the sight of the gigantic employee, and plenty of swirling thoughts regarding her own size, it wasn’t surprising that Carla reacted to this sudden physical contact by moaning loudly enough that she had to stifle it, forcing two hands over her mouth and only letting out what sounded like a muffled grunt. While the rest of her friend group all began giggling, the employee was clearly surprised by what had just happened, though for entirely different reasons; unlike Carla’s work colleagues, the giantess got to watch as the hare’s bosom, previously all-but flat and entirely unassuming, suddenly bulged outwards as soon as they had given their customer a pat on the head. In fact, the longer their hand was kept on Carla’s head, the more the latter’s breasts swelled outwards, not only causing the blush on the hare’s face to become more intense, but also strengthening the sounds trying to escape from her throat; cup size after cup size went by, until, once the hand came off, Carla’s tits had burgeoned outwards far enough that what had once been a perfectly fitting shirt had ridden halfway up her torso, leaving her in such a state of blind panic that they could think of only one thing to do: turn around, and run. It was fortunate for her that her place was close by enough that they could dip into a few alleyways and take a handful of shortcuts to get there, luckier still that it was late enough that she wouldn’t be bothered by a lot of people on the street, yet not too late as to be unsafe; not so fortunately, the sudden and inexplicable growth didn’t just end at the headpat, because as she made her way home, feeling her lungs burn and her legs grow increasingly weary, the weight on her chest that bounced wildly with each of her steps only became heavier, harder to handle, absolute murder on her back, seeing as she wasn’t remotely prepared for it. By the time Carla found herself at the front door to her apartment block, barely able to breathe and her eyes bulging out from the strain, she was fully exposed; her shirt had torn open about a minute back, her tits had spilled out and began covering most of her chest, and judging from the pressure she was feeling, were about to erupt with an inconvenient amount of milk. ‘Twas only after she squeezed herself into the elevator that Carla noticed something even worse: when trying to lift her breasts up to measure how heavy they were, her hands brushed up against what was, unmistakably, a second row of nipples underneath the first! Nothing too major, certainly not enough to warrant a full panic, but enough when placed in conjunction with the rest of the transformation to let the rabbit know just where exactly she was headed; the buds were little more than tiny nubs, inflamed spots that had yet to “grow in”, but judging by the way the rest of her body was acting, it was only a matter of time before that happened… and the fact that there was a third set of them just beneath was exactly what she needed to trigger a full release, when the mental image of what she would eventually look like overpowered her better judgement.
Two gouts of milk, firing from her teats with enough force to send her crashing to the ground, back against the wall, shivering from the raw pleasure of it. Carla could feel her tits stretching to accommodate the sudden milk production, adding yet more size onto them; though her eyes were closed, she could picture how massive they must be, judging by how she had her arms out as much as they could go and still couldn’t reach her nipples. It wasn’t until she opened her peepers, however, and spotted what was looking at her from between her cleavage, that the rabbit truly understood in just how much trouble she was in:
A cock.
