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Corporate Expansion (Patreon Commission+ for SpikesDraolf)
🕑 Added 2021-04-04 13:05:05 +0000 UTCTAGS: Rena, M/F, Hyper, Growth, Building Destruction
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Maja used to think that officially joining a proper tech firm in order to put her skills to good use outside random home repair would be a good idea: a proper salary, job protection, and the possibility for career progression, all of it via her own applied knowledge, the kind that could only come from years of tinkering with whatever random electronics she had to fix for whoever had broken it in some new and inventive way. And indeed, at least initially, things seemed to be going perfectly well; she earned a few certificates by simply applying to be tested and relying on her practical knowledge and then went off job-seeking, almost immediately landing a few offers that she happily pursued until finally finding somewhere where she believed her immediate future lay: a small tech firm specializing in electronic repair and resale. It sounded simple enough, and the person interviewing her was nothing if not cordial, even very understanding of her unique situation given the lack of formal academic training, and after roughly an hour of back-and-forth, the deep pink vixen had a brand new job.
Things… very quickly derailed from there, thanks mostly to one person in particular, a dark grey Renamon who also worked at the firm and was, to put it extremely lightly, well-endowed. Maja herself was no stranger to excessively-sized proportions; after all, hypers were just a fact of life, and there were even a few in her family that she occasionally had to pretend didn’t awaken a few uncomfortable thoughts within her. But it was one thing to just see one passing by on the street, or only have to interact with a walking pair of tits for a couple of hours at most; the idea of sharing an office space with someone like Spikes left Maja so sweaty at the mere thought of it that she occasionally had to run to the nearest bathroom just to dry herself up, lest her grey clothing work against her.
The reason for this was quite simple, though no less distracting for it: Spikes’ balls. While most hypers were content with wearing some kind of compression clothing designed to hide their true size while working or out and about, the Renamon instead decided that he should get all of his clothes custom-made in order to better fit what were an immense pair of nuts and equally sizable cock draped constantly over them. Every single one of his jeans and assorted pants had the same “pocket” sewn onto them where he kept his package, pockets that were just loose enough that Maja could hear the damned Rena coming from down the hallway before she could even see him; the sloshing and churning that emanated from those things was so loud that the vixen was left stunned at the fact that no one else at the firm seemed to mind. In fact, she was the only one who even seemed to notice that it was so far out of the ordinary, everyone else having apparently long-since grown accustomed to it.
To make matters worse, Spikes was… well, “adorable” felt slightly demeaning to use as a descriptor, but certainly cute, attractive, drop-dead gorgeous and so hot that Maja’s mind occasionally drifted to places she was very glad weren’t public knowledge, lest she end up being reprimanded by her superiors for inappropriate behavior. It was a constant struggle, especially since her initial position required her to coordinate with the Rena on a daily basis; he brought her the latest batch of materials that needed to be checked just in case customers were trying to scam them for cash, and then she had to report back to him with her findings, all while trying not to act as if she were head over heels for the guy. He always seemed so innocent as well; Maja couldn’t tell if his raised eyebrows and quizzical expressions were born out of genuine confusion or if he was playing some sort of weird mind game with her, trying to make the vixen feel even more confused about her feelings than she was already, all while seemingly deciding to visit her in her office more often, ostensibly to give her more work thanks to how good she was; the vixen couldn’t shake the feeling that he was deliberately giving her an earful of his churning nuts just because he could. In fact, part of her hoped that was the case, because at least then she’d have a chance of acting on those feelings of hers.
Tensions continued to rise (at least on one side) for the duration of her stay at the firm, until eventually, one day, something had to happen. Things happened so quickly that even Spikes didn’t realize what had happened, or if he did, he chose not to say anything: after a perfectly regular and unassuming delivery, whereby the Renamon brought a crate of electronics for Maja to test out, the vixen decided that enough was enough and she had to do something about what the two were feeling… by surreptitiously bumping into her supervisor in an attempt at copping a feel of those absolutely colossal nuts he had hanging there. She barely managed to get a couple of fingers on them, but it was more than enough for Maja to realize just how stuffed they were, how full they happened to be, how their skin was stretched taut and yet still manage to rumble and tremble with the insane degree of productivity that went on just below the surface. The poor thing had to stifle a moan just before she apologized for the “bump”, after which she turned around and allowed Spikes to leave her workspace, shaking his head and wondering what had gotten into her.
What got into her was the sort of unbridled lust that made it difficult for her to really focus on anything other than the myriad of lewd thoughts swimming around inside of her head, to say nothing of how much time she spent staring at her hand, the one that had tasted of the bounty, hoping perhaps that it would allow her to burn the tactile sensations into her long-term memory in such a way that she’d never forget about them. It was enough for her not to notice that her physical contact had actually led to something falling off from one of Spikes’ pockets, a tiny electronic device that he kept on his person at all times; it was small enough to slip out and into the box of materials that Maja was supposed to go through without either of them noticing, and unassuming to the point where it really didn’t stand out at all among the rest of the supposed junk. As such, when the vixen picked it up to give it the standard round of testing, she didn’t realize that what she had in her hands wasn’t some weird watch or virtual pet system, but the very same Digivice that was synched to Spikes’ body. Perhaps it was for the best; had she known, there would be no telling what that lewd little furball might’ve done with it, unsupervised as she was at that moment.
Thus, she instead tried to figure out what was wrong with it in order to test the device for any actual manufacturing flaw. It was often that customers deliberately tried to scam them by returning “faulty” devices that functioned just perfectly well, or turned out to have been broken because of something they did, hence why Maja’s job was so important; unfortunately for her, this tiny little device wasn’t on the manifest for the box on her desk, no matter how many times she looked through it. In fact, she didn’t recognize it at all; it looked more like a poorly-constructed and heavily-modified digital watch than anything else, with random bits of electronics jutting out at weird angles and held together by some really poorly-done soldering work, leaving her to think that whoever dropped it in for a refund was probably doing so as a gag. Still, it was her job to check, so she fiddled around with it until she found a button that activated it, at which point it sparked and gave her a slight jolt, causing the vixen to yelp and drop it on her worktable.
Oddly enough, the device didn’t immediately break into a thousand pieces despite how flimsy it looked, and in fact actually seemed to turn on properly after hitting the hard wooden surface. There were a few words on the screen, though it still took Maja a few moments to gather up the courage to hold it again, at which point her confusion only grew more intense; there, written out in barely-legible lettering on a screen that looked about ready to stop working altogether, was apparently a command prompt:
“Ownership Security Error: Enable maximum compatibility mode? Y/N”
What this meant was anyone’s guess, though given the overall state of the device itself, it was probably some sort of custom-made security measure put in place by whoever had done work on it. This just raised even more questions, but at that point Maja was far more interested in getting to the bottom of it all rather than waste time trying to figure out motivations, so with no obvious buttons to pick from, she brought a finger over to the screen and carefully pressed on the displayed Y. Almost immediately afterwards, the world around her ceased to exist, blackness surrounding her in whatever direction she looked; the vixen had maybe a couple of seconds to panic before a myriad of beams of light suddenly emerged all around her, Maja breaking out into a loud scream as she tried to call out for help.
At around the same time, Spikes was on the other side of the building and instantly knew something was wrong when he felt his nuts becoming… tight. It was something he very rarely experienced, and whenever it happened he knew for a fact that he was in for trouble; frantically, he tried finding his Digivice, only to discover that it wasn’t in his pocket where it was supposed to be, leaving him too in a blind state of panic as he racked his brains trying to remember where he might’ve possibly lost it. This was made slightly more difficult by his balls beginning to fill up far in excess of what they usually did, no longer being held back by his customized controller, forcing the Rena to waddle over to the nearest bathroom in order to empty out before he grew too big to even move, a process that repeated itself every time he thought he had it under control, and left him increasingly bigger and more immobilized with each go-around.
Meanwhile, Maja was ejected from wherever she had been sent to just a few moments after being blinded by endless lights, her senses returning to her after being overloaded, the now-former vixen kneeling on the ground gasping for breath as she tried to make sense of the past thirty or so seconds of her life. She felt different, even if she couldn’t quite put her finger on the reason why, and it took until she tried to get back on her feet and promptly tripped backwards before Maja realized that her body was no longer her own… or rather, her mind had suddenly returned to a physical container that was unlike anything she’d ever seen in a mirror.
Looking down at herself, Maja failed to stifle a scream when she noticed that not only was she significantly taller than before, enough that her head would be dangerously close to the ceiling were she to stand up properly, but the only thing that had been retained from her old vulpine form was the colour of her fur and the odd brown tufts she had once sported; everything else had been modified into something that, even without a reflective surface to confirm it, Maja knew was a Renamon physique, not unlike Spikes himself! She struggled to stand up, hoping to get some answers out of herself, but no matter how many times she twirled in her spot or groped at any part of her, that answer was always the same: she was a Rena now… somehow.
Not just that, but her mind seemed to have been affected as well, because Maja never remembered feeling that frisky just moments prior, or indeed just about ever during her stay at the firm. It was a kind of desire that permeated her intimate liaisons with whatever hot boytoy she decided to spend a night with, not something that she was keen on going through when there was a paycheck to be earned and decorum to be maintained; and yet, no matter how hard she tried pushing those thoughts down, they just kept resurfacing stronger than before, leaving the vixen-turned-Rena a hot mess of panting, drooling, gushing and half-lidded eyes, wanting only for the next thick shaft she saw to fill her up and stretch her out. This obviously contrasted with the small part of her that still clung onto the need to keep decent, and thus those two inner Majas engaged in a battle that could only end one way, especially once she started wandering the office building without any real destination in mind.
It was a matter of time before she bumped into Spikes, or rather, conspicuously shambled into the men’s bathroom on the second floor where he just so happened to be sitting down in, waiting for someone to walk in and help him with his predicament. Though the male Renamon had tried his best to empty himself out, his productivity just kept rising and rising regardless, leaving him with two nuts too stuffed for him to ever drain properly; after clogging several toilets and at least three sinks, he had to concede defeat and sit down on the ground, his package having swollen to such an immense size that not only could he not walk anymore, even if he tried dragging that thing behind him, but he had to keep his legs stretched wide open just to keep them from pushing in too deeply against his stretched-out sack.
Perhaps this is why Maja found him there; maybe it wasn’t a connection the two shared via the Digivice after the former vixen turned it on and shifted ownership compatibility to herself, but rather a baser desire that linked the two together: Spikes needed to empty out in someone and Maja really felt like being bloated like a cum dumpster by a shaft big enough to leave an indentation in her belly from within, and it just so happened their two interests aligned perfectly. Thus, when the massive, deep pink Rena walked into the bathroom, Spikes wasn’t at all surprised by her sudden transformation, nor disappointed by the lack of any proper help; rather, he saw in Maja the best possible opportunity to free himself from his predicament, and probably have some fun while he was at it as well, while Maja… well, all Maja could really see was Spikes, on the ground, his legs spread out and unable to really deal with the colossal nuts that he now sported, wincing and shivering and clearly in serious need of help for draining himself dry. There was really only one thing that could be done there, and she was happy to provide.
Anyone passing by outside the bathroom, if they hadn’t already spotted the enormous Rena smashing her way through the office building, would be treated to some of the most whorish noises they’d ever heard in their life outside of the privacy of their own bedrooms, magnified slightly by the reverb provided by the linoleum panelling. The moment Maja knelt down next to those cumtanks and began rubbing them down with both hands was the exact moment that Spikes completely lost control of them, his cock twitching violently as thick spurts of pre flew off from the tip, splattering over the walls with such strength that ropes of it splashed back onto his chest, leaving the male Renamon a complete mess, now physically as well as mentally. He wasn’t really processing the fact that this was Maja he was looking at, just another one of his kind who just so happened to share her unique fur colour, albeit without the oddly-contrasting and barely-fitting clothes she insisted on wearing to try and distract from her vibrant, deep tones; some part of him probably knew what had happened, but it was buried under so much lust and the primal need for release that there wasn’t any chance his conscious self could ever really access that bit of information. He just needed to empty himself out, and that giantess was there to help him with that.
The atmosphere within the bathroom had begun to heat up as well, and not just in both of their minds; their two bodies were on overdrive, and the unbelievable arousal that Maja felt at that exact moment made itself well-known from how much she was already gushing, something that linked together with the copious amounts of musk seemingly exuded from each one of Spikes’ pores to create a mixture of strong and overpowering scents that left both lovers unable to think things through properly. Neither of them were worried about the consequences of further stimulating the male Rena, not even when his nuts began to gurgle even more loudly than before as they filled at a faster pace, nor were they concerned when Maja’s body seemed to tremble before expanding a few inches in every direction. With her head already so close to the ceiling when standing, to have it be there while kneeling on the ground should’ve been cause for alarm, but as far as either of them cared, it was just more Maja to love, really… and more Maja to dote on Spikes, which was the most important thing in her mind at that point. She didn’t much care about having been forced to abandon her clothes somewhere two floors down, or that the top of her head was bumping against a hard surface; Spikes was there, Spikes needed her tender love and care, and Spikes was gently calling for her name in between moans and exhales, a dream scenario that she never expected would ever come to her. It was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up.
The larger Rena thus decided to get stuck in there, to really use her size to her advantage as she leaned over her mate and practically shoved her face directly into the base of his cock, taking in the powerful musk and bathing herself in it, as if it were a drug and she couldn’t function anymore without it. The scent was intoxicating, so much so that her own moans began to overpower his, and triggered some sort of reaction in her that made it difficult to tell just what was even controlling her growth anymore; it seemed that for every drawn-out breath, her body occupied more and more room in that increasingly-cramped space the two of them were occupying, until Maja had to start contorting her body just to be able to fit, with one of her paws ending up dangerously close to the door, conveniently blocking the way for anyone wanting to come help… or participate, given the throng of onlookers with blushes on their faces.
For Spikes, this meant an ever-increasing weight pushing down on his stuffed orbs, a weight that surprisingly did very little to help him empty out despite how hard it was pressing on him; it seemed that for every load of his that burst free from his tip, three more were produced in each of his cumtanks, leaving him in a constant state of overfilling that he came to believe he just couldn’t escape from. Not that he wanted to; if it meant keeping that gorgeous Rena there with him every step of the way, he’d happily end up outsized by his own nuts, and given how excitedly Maja was doting on him, he might very well just end up doing that regardless. Maja herself couldn’t get enough of his body too: the feel, the taste, the smell, all of it combined to overwhelm her senses and psyche as she brought to life a fantasy that she’d spent too long keeping trapped inside of her own head. This was Spikes, right there in front of her and begging for her hands to squeeze him tighter, to knead him further, more fuel for the fire burning inside of her and leaving the inner half of her thighs soaking wet even without that enormous shaft of theirs getting busy down there.
Her whole body felt like it had been pressurized from within, like a great force had filled her and was now trying to push its way out; only, instead of trying to pop her, it instead felt like the best it could do was push her body outwards in every direction instead, adding inch upon inch to her form until Maja was so immensely oversized compared to Spikes that she could probably hold his nuts in just one paw… and in fact, judging from how heavy they were, how stuffed they felt, and how much that would end up causing the male Rena to completely lose his mind, she might very well just do that, having stopped caring about the consequences of her actions at around the same point as the wall one of her feet was pushing up against began to crumble. Did it matter that Spikes was already pouring with so much precum that his chest fur was a matted mess and his face was glazed over? Did it matter that Maja could hear those cumtanks gurgle as they swelled and bloated with additional seed, forcing her mate’s cock to harden and grow in equal measure to handle the increasingly strong loads? It did, just not in the way that it should; after all, if her own body was getting so large that the building could no longer contain her properly, then she required a suitable member to fill herself with, now didn’t she? And what better way to ensure that she had one than to keep stimulating her newest partner so their body would react by doubling up on its cum production, thus making that already-enormous rod become even more massive, more filling, more capable of splitting her in half until her voice broke and she couldn’t even beg him to go faster?
This had drastic effects on the building around them, given that they were two stories above ground and the floor beneath them wasn’t exactly the sturdiest around, even if they were happy to ignore how many cracks Maja was opening just by virtue of being there, or how much her trying to move around was leading the whole structure to fall down on them as the plaster crumbled from the ceiling. The whole thing was going to collapse, of that they were certain… but given that the female Rena was already massive enough to have broken down a couple of walls without even realizing, neither she nor her partner for the immediate future could really bring themselves to care; after all, as soon as the first story gave in and Maja started to fall, her knee was already halfway down to the ground floor before she even realized what was going on, and once both of them were safely down at the bottom, that’s when they realized how pointless it would’ve been to worry.
With Spike safely kept within Maja’s grasp, and the giantess herself having grown to such a scale that trying to get back on her feet would inevitably tear down the rest of the office building, there weren’t a lot of places they could go that wouldn’t involve destroying something. The giant Rena did her best to contain her own libido, waiting for her coworkers to evacuate by throwing themselves onto her back in a desperate bid to get down from where they were stranded on the upper floors, each second making it harder to resist as she kept growing bigger and more imposing. Soon, the firm’s HQ would be crumbling from within as that amazon-turned-giantess quite simply outgrew her old workspace, finally able to straighten her back out as she emerged into the sunlit exterior, a loud, window-shattering moan roaring from the back of her throat. With her fur coat covered in rubble and her tail already dusting cars off the road, her attention could now be turned fully towards Spikes, who had, after all, not stopped growing for all that time.
Or, well, his cock and balls hadn’t; the Rena himself was just as delectably tiny compared to his mate as he’d always been, but with a pair of overproductive cumtanks feeding into a shaft that very quickly expanded to the point where it could easily break through a couple of building stories all by itself, that was all that Maja needed. Sure, getting into position was a bit of a pain, especially since there were other structures around her than unfortunately had to be pushed away, but as soon as she got that monstrous tip to press against her drooling nethers, all thought of slowly pushing it in vanished from her mind; she needed that cock inside of her, and she needed it immediately.
The ensuing shockwave that came from her allowing gravity to do its job was enough to send a large cloud of rubble flying in every direction away from her, obscuring every onlooker’s view of the moment where her folds were pierced by Spikes’ shaft… though not the sounds of it, and not even the wet ones either; the sheer intensity of the noises erupting from within Maja was such that if there was still any window left uncracked in a half-mile radius around her, it promptly shattered from the sonic impact, while anyone caught too close would probably have been deafened from the force of it, if they had decided to shield their heads from falling shards rather than their ears. What followed were the gurgling and churning of two massively overfilled cumtanks being instinctively told to produce even more, for now they had someone to fill, only adding to the cacophony in a way that left all the tiny ones around Maja unsure of how to react: by fleeing in panic, or staring ahead with their mouths wide open and their loins burning with desire.
She herself couldn’t care less though. Now that she had that neat little bulge on her belly from how much Spikes’ cock was stretching her out, there was no reason for her to hold back anymore. Building-sized, still growing, and possessed of a libido and sex drive that only seemed to grow more powerful the more she fed it, the giantess began moving herself up on that colossal pillar before allowing her body to be pulled down once again, a slow and gentle bouncing that would very rapidly begin to pick up in pace and intensity, as not only did Maja grow more comfortable with moving herself on that pole, but Spikes actively begged her to do something about how full he was. Indeed, if the female Rena bothered to look down, what she’d see would be two orbs of such immense size that she’d probably have doubts about whether or not she could take it all… but she didn’t, because it hardly mattered; Spikes was there, Spikes was demanding her to go faster, so she was going to do it. Besides, her gut was already distended from that rod of his, so what was a little more to add on top?
Maja would get the answer sooner rather than later, as now there was nowhere for her mate’s cum to go but inside of her; and that was proper spunk as well, not the weak and glazing pre he’d been covered before, as both of his nuts had become so thoroughly stuffed that the pressure inside of them all-but forced them to void their fluid contents just to make room for more, a process that ensured that Maja was being blasted with increasingly thick and more powerful spurts of seed with each passing second. One when she came down, one when she pulled herself back up, then two and three for each until it turned into one long continuous discharge that began to visibly bloat her belly with just how much of it there was! The only saving grace was that all it took for that roundness to go down was to lift herself up just enough that the seal produced by the shaft inside of her was loosened enough to allow the contents within to spill forth, flooding the streets and storm drains as, no matter how hard or energetically Maja bounced on that dick, it seemed truly bottomless.
Poor Spikes kept begging for her to go faster and faster, for her to do something about the pressure and tightness, but they both knew that just wasn’t possible. The only way to truly put an end to the debauchery was by using the male Rena’s Digivice in order to stabilize his body and put Maja back where she used to be (or at least stop her from continuously growing larger), and who knew just where that tiny piece of custom-made electronics was? Odds were good that it had simply been crushed along with the rest of the firm’s buildings, sealing the two’s fate for the foreseeable future: would they keep going until they could go no longer? Would one of them finally break and leave the other to plead with them to carry on? Or would they both end up possessed of endless stamina as they barrelled through the whole city in their endless growthsplosion?
Who really knew? Maja had but one certainty:
She wasn’t going to stop any time soon.
