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Ready to Blow (Patreon Commission for FireDrago)
🕑 Added 2021-03-15 14:08:57 +0000 UTCTAGS: M/F, NNN (yeah, pretty late, I know), Hyper, Growth
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Only the gods knew what he was thinking when he accepted the challenge, but if there was one thing he learned from spending a whole month pent up, is that he didn’t like feeling like he had spent a whole month pent up. To call those things big would be an understatement’s understatement, especially seeing as the dragon had been unable to walk properly for the final week or so; he had been confined to the living room, where he spent most of his days leaning back on the couch and trying his best not to lose his mind from the constant assault his mind was undergoing from the unending barrage of signals coming up from his nuts. Life around him kept going as if nothing was happening, and Toxic in particular seemed in intent on pretending like things were fine the way they were and didn’t need any sort of adaptation on her end; more than once she sat next to him and did what she did best, pushing every button that she knew he had and only making the problem all that much worse. On occasion, these teasing sessions got so bad that both of them could see Volt’s balls swell up in real time, gurgling obscenely loudly as they spilled over from the side of the sofa and took up an increasing amount of room on the floor. This was to say nothing of the dragon’s body temperature, which was permanently stuck so high that any water thrown at them would probably turn to steam before even touching him; that the couch hadn’t yet burned down was nothing short of a miracle, though given the smell of burnt upholstery, not one that would hold out for much longer.
This unfortunate state of affairs had begun a month prior, when the dragoness that lived with him dared him to participate in a ridiculous, month-long abstention challenge. The rules were simple: no reaching climax for the full duration of November, no pleasuring oneself, no getting anyone else to do it for him, no nothing of the sort; it wasn’t clear what the reward for doing this was supposed to be, as when questioned, Toxic simply shrugged, winked and told him that he “would see”, and as such, Volt was nothing if not skeptical of the whole thing. He had initially intended to just say no and carry on with life as usual, but his current roommate was… good with words, and even better with things that weren’t words; a couple of good nights at the end of October and the dragon was left unable to resist the proposal, though now that thirty days had past, he wished he had. Or would, if he could still formulate thoughts properly and hadn’t been reduced to a pile of malfunctioning neurons firing every once in a while, tongue lolling from his open mouth and room temperature several degrees above normal thanks to him being there.
The results of holding himself back for so long were plainly visible for all to see, if only he bothered to head outside when Toxic suggested he do so; in retrospect, it was pretty clear that she was intending for him to be stuck after arranging for a couple of other dragonesses to pay him a visit, leaving him relieved that he chose to go with the couch potato option instead. Now he was stuck indoors, legs spread wide open to accommodate a pair of cum factories that were so much larger than their normal, already-enormous size that they somehow managed to strain Volt’s inherent hyper nature; normally he’d be able to adjust how big he was at any given moment, but despite his best efforts, those overinflated cumtanks simply refused to go down like they usually did, leaving him stranded with a pair of nuts larger than an oversized yoga ball each, and certainly several times denser as well, two veritable anchors holding him to his seat and prohibiting anything but the simplest of motions. Of course, this was merely the end result of a month-long process that had simply gotten worse as the days went on; the first few days were the worst, with the pressure build-up reaching its most absurd levels, seeing as Volt was not used to going that long without either emptying his nuts or finding someone that could help him do so, but he had convinced himself that his body would get used to it eventually… which it did, if only to lull him into a false sense of security. As much as he grew accustomed to the weight and tightness, the size of it began to wear him down, doubly so when those things grew to be big enough that he had to squeeze them behind his legs just so he could walk properly. His cock didn’t help either, with the dragon losing control over his own size and the colossal rod thus keeping itself in a perpetually turgid state, slowly thickening out as the balls servicing it became larger as well.
Cue the final week, and he had dropped his butt on the couch only to never raise it again, too tired and overwhelmed by what he was feeling to do anything but sit around and wait for it to be over. By that point, not bringing his hands to his cock had become the new normal, and despite the fact that every fiber in his body was telling him to do it, to end the pain and get it over with, Volt couldn’t bring himself to do it; the challenge said he had to keep going until the end of the month, and that meant the very end of the month… which was, mercifully enough, only a few short hours away. If he could avoid interacting with Toxic (or, to be more precise, if Toxic decided to do something else other than bother him), then he might just have a chance to make it; otherwise, their living room was getting a fresh coat of fully organic paint the moment that woman laid her hands on him, because he was about ready to blow.
Toxic, meanwhile, was not going to make it easy on him, in no small part thanks to the whole thing being a deliberate ploy on her end to try and extract as much enjoyment out of it as possible. The plan was to take full advantage of it at the end of the month, as a sort of long-term investment, but that didn’t preclude her thoroughly enjoying herself over the course of it, especially since Volt was extremely vocal about both his discomfort and the overall sensations of weight and tightness he was experiencing; the dragoness was almost certain that he didn’t intend it to sound as delectable and teasing as it did, but it served a secondary purpose nonetheless, and it wouldn’t be once or twice that she went to bed completely exhausted after making good use of all the noises coming from her roommate's bedroom. It made for a wonderful experience, and not one that she had any intention of giving up unless she had no other choice; Toxic briefly considered tricking Volt into believing it was still November at least until a week from Christmas, but the dragon wasn’t that far gone that he completely lost track of time. Instead, she focused on keeping herself just barely sane enough to hold back from jumping on him and fucking him as hard she could… at least until the month was over.
Thus, the two engaged in a kind of performative normalcy that served no purpose other than to pretend like things weren’t going to the seven hells and never returning (and also to give Toxic something to think about after the sun went down), at least until the final stretch where Volt simply couldn’t keep going anymore. The dragoness had slowed down her ministrations after her roomie became unfortunately rooted in place, believing it better for him to stew in his own juices in relative solitude in preparation for the grand finale, but did occasionally pop in, nominally to check on what he was doing, and whether he was any bigger than before; if not, she’d just make him bigger. This, however, only applied for as long as November was a thing, and now that they were in the last few hours before turning over to the last month of the year, Toxic was practically rubbing her hands in delight at the ideas swimming around in her head; it was only natural that she be so giddy, because now Volt had absolutely no way of fighting back, nor would his mind be in the right place to give him the motivation to even try, leaving the big, cumstuffed, pent up dragon as a gigantic meal-in-the-making for a certain, very hungry and aroused dragoness.
It was around nine PM when Toxic arrived at the house after work, having stopped to eat something quickly at a restaurant near her office building. As had been normal in the past week or so, she found Volt still sitting on the living room couch, slightly sunk into the soft leather now that it had time to be worn down from the dragon’s radiating heat, and possessed of barely enough energy to even turn his head around to greet her; this was fine, as it played straight into her plans for that night. She was certain he wouldn’t mind ignoring the remaining three hours, as the challenge had, effectively, been won; all he really needed now was to let her work him over and provide that relief he so sorely desired and wished for, the same one he had denied himself over the past thirty days, the same one whose absence had left him so broken that the poor thing didn’t even think to jack himself off, presumably until the clock rang twelve times. Well, Toxic knew better; what Volt really needed was for her to take her sweet time bathing, applying some of the best-scented body wash they had, then walk into her bedroom and… prepare herself.
The dragoness wasn’t really small, but she felt like something special was needed for that night, something that Volt would remember going forward; for that reason, she had “acquired” a few magical crystals that had come pre-loaded with a certain selection of transformation enchantments meant to affect the body in rather… unique ways, to put it lightly. With a light moan, she pressed two of them against the top of her exposed breasts, plumping them up just enough that they covered a bit over half of her torso, rather than their usual size; similarly, two more vanished into the pudge of her asscheeks and another couple into her thighs, providing just the right amount of curvaceousness that even Toxic herself had to bite her lower lip and wonder if it wouldn’t be worth shilling out the money to make those transformations permanent. Nevertheless, she got back up and made her way to the living room, making sure to lean against the doorframe for just long enough that Volt caught her off at the edge of his line of sight.
What followed was the quickest turning of a head that Toxic had ever seen in her life, accompanied by an immensely loud gurgle and an accompanying size burst that must’ve added a good foot or so to each of Volt’s nuts, along with a gush of pre so powerful that it managed to fly all the way across the room and splash back onto the same hyperactive factories responsible for it to begin with. The dragon himself was even more speechless than usual, opening and closing his mouth as if attempting to make sense of what he was seeing, only to produce no noise other than a constant, low-volume groan that quickly turned into a pathetically needy and borderline whorish moan that seemed entirely out of place on as much of an eager breeder as Volt was. Toxic knew that this was temporary; the moment the two of them got started, this neediness would quickly turn into the same sort of domineering breeding instinct that characterized their fun time together, and with a whole month of being backed up like that, there was no doubt in her mind that Volt was going to rut her like a wild animal, a thought that lit up her cheeks almost as much as her soon-to-be-lover’s were at the time.
“Hey there, handsome,” she spoke up, her voice soft and mellow, or at least as much as she could make it be given the circumstances, “couldn’t help but notice you’ve made it all the way to the end of the month and, well… I thought about giving you a little something special. As a reward, of course.”
Poor Volt clearly wanted to say something, but either his mind had simply refused to work any longer, or his arousal was so far off the charts that it had overloaded his ability to think; the distinction was thin, but it was there, seeing as the latter option often led to the dragon jumping her bones and making the neighbors regret their decision to live next to them as opposed to simply having him sit there looking dumbfounded. If it weren’t for those nuts weighing him down, there was no doubt in Toxic’s mind that her ass would’ve been on the floor already, and that cock of his would’ve been rubbing against her chest already.
“Not… d-done…” Volt valiantly granted, “t-three… h-h-ours!”
“Aww, but you’ve done so well!” Toxic cooed, slowly walking into the room and making a show of bumping her hips from side to side with each step, “Surely you wouldn’t mind if I gave my favorite dragon a little gift for being able to live up to the challenge?” - with these words, the dragoness was already by Volt’s side, looming over the strained dragon - “What are a couple of hours when you’ve gone a whole month without some proper attention? Surely you wouldn’t deny me the opportunity to give you what you deserve, no~?”
She could see it in his eyes, he wanted to deny her, wanted to stick to his guns and see it through to the very end, probably based on some misbegotten idea about having to be tough and responsible, even after having proclaimed the challenge itself to be ridiculous and nonsensical a month prior. Mixed in with this desire, however, was another, far more base and primal one, a breeder’s need to do something about all that spunk that had built up over the course of the past thirty days, to do something about a dragoness that was both a lot thicker than she usually was and happened to be right there, in front of him, practically begging for him to fill her up until she couldn’t walk straight anymore. It was a wonder how this was a dilemma at all, but Toxic knew Volt to be able to make some truly baffling decisions in the past, so it didn’t surprise her that much.
To that end, she figured it’d be best for her to take the first step, and forgo any further discussion; it was clear to her that words weren’t going to get either of them anywhere, and she hadn’t used those crystals just so she could stand there and look pretty, especially not considering they were doing quite the number on her arousal. No, the dragoness had to get down and start doing something about that rising need inside of her, or else she was bound to explode at any moment; besides, it wasn’t as if Volt could do anything about it, nor did he utter any sound or make any motion for her to keep away from him. Instead, the dragon kept his eyes firmly on her body, tracking her every move all the way from where she had been standing above him to where she knelt, having to do so at a weird angle thanks to how much room his own nuts occupied directly in front of him. Still, she had plenty of space to lift up her breasts and unceremoniously plop them down onto his lap, covering a significant chunk of his cock in the process and sending so many confusing signals up his spine and directly into his pleasure centers that the poor dragon actually blanked out for a few seconds.
When he came back to reality, he found Toxic to be already working hard on bringing him to climax, having apparently decided that whatever noise he made when overloading was enough of a signal to let her have a go at him with all of her might. It was nothing short of impressive that he wasn’t already blasting the ceiling with cum now that he was being given a titjob, doubly so considering the strength and gusto behind it; not content with allowing gravity to do her job, the dragoness made sure to perform each movement herself, her whole body undulating as she unashamedly rubbed herself against those colossal cumtanks next to her, all while bringing her muzzle down to lick at the exposed portions of her lover’s cock, her own eyes rolling upwards as the strong, musky taste hit her about as hard as her own breasts had Volt. All in all, the two of them were now locked in a position that they couldn’t even begin to think about stopping, and the only way it would end would be with the two of them covered in the dragon’s spunk, after a full month’s worth of backed-up orgasms were released in a single, glorious climax.
This, however, did not mean that Volt had to simply give it to her; perhaps it was his true nature shining through for the first time in so long, fuelled and stoked by the sight and feel of a beautiful, gorgeous dragoness slamming her tits against his shaft, but he was feeling more and more of his usual self begin to resurface, taking over his mind and giving him explicit orders on what to do next. It wasn’t enough for him to sit there and allow Toxic to do whatever she wanted to him, he had to be the one to lead, to set the rhythm, to decide where things were going and how strongly they would do so. After all, wasn’t the whole point of that challenge to prove that he had steely determination and an absolutely unassailable sense of self-restraint? To allow his lover to do whatever she pleased would be the real loss, not simply cumming his brains out… though, given how enthusiastically she was shoving her face onto his rod, there was a very easy way of making those two things work together.
Possessed of a sudden clarity whose origins were a mystery even to him, Volt leaned forward and extended an arm towards Toxic, his claws grabbing hold of the top of her head. It was difficult to tell at that moment whether it was him moving it or the dragoness doing the work for him, but what was certain was that her mouth was being stuffed with the dragon’s engorged, pre-bubbling tip and her throat was bulging out with his cockmeat not five seconds later. Obviously, this didn’t preclude the titjob, which kept going in earnest; it merely added yet another layer to what Toxic was already doing to him, and reasserted his dominance over the proceedings, just in case she had forgotten who was supposed to be in charge there… but not yet. Not until she was nice and greased up, deep in the throes of passion herself, and, perhaps most importantly, quite literally covered from head to toe in his cum; wouldn’t take long, to be fair, considering the amount pouring out of his tip was already enough to make even other hypers look positively dry by comparison, and he wasn’t even truly started. As soon as he crossed that line and went into full-blown release, there wouldn’t be a lot of things that Toxic could do that would keep her from being coated with a layer so thick she’d have to scrape it off with power tools.
And this was a mental image that only really made things worse for him, because now Volt was stuck thinking about that gorgeous beauty of a dragoness, stark-white and goopy all over, her arms outstretched and yet still linked to her torso with thick ropes of his seed, begging for more as her tongue tried and failed to clear her muzzle as more and more spunked rained down on her from above. It was enough to get his nuts churning and gurgling even more loudly than they already were, something that signalled to Toxic that she was doing a good job, and should therefore go at it even harder; the line began to move in her favor yet again, seeing as Volt was still possessed of a ridiculously overinflated set of cum factories, but he quickly regained control of the situation by grabbing his lover’s head with both hands and going to work shoving her down the full length of his cock. He knew she could take it, even if it caused a non-significant amount of gagging; the two of them had an arrangement where she’d tap on his hip three times if it was genuinely uncomfortable, and though her hand was raised and close to the impact zone, she didn’t bring it down. Rather, after a few seconds of getting accustomed to that log of cockmeat stuck inside of her, Toxic’s throat seemed to start moving of its own accord, massaging the long shaft it was enveloping as the dragoness used her well-trained body to thoroughly milk Volt for all that he was worth. And now, after a full month of holding back, the dragon finally had a proper reason to let go and enjoy himself for the first time in so long… and he was going to take it.
All it took was relaxing his muscles for the slightest of seconds for everything to come tumbling down immediately afterwards, the chain reaction kickstarted by such a simple gesture spiralling out of control so quickly that even Volt himself was taken aback by it; Toxic’s head was shoved backwards several inches on his rod before he tightened his grip, and even then he could feel the strength behind each and every one of his loads trying to send the dragoness flying on every impact. To her credit, she took it like an absolute champion, even attempting to move her head further towards her lover’s base, even while gagging so hard on his spunk that there was probably more coming out of her mouth than staying inside of her swelling stomach; even so, that belly of hers would soon be looking nothing if not obscenely gravid, sloshing loudly enough to be heard despite her doing her best not to move it around. The mere act of more cum being forced into her had the fluids splashing into the pool of seed that had built up inside of her, one that just kept getting bigger the longer her head was held in place… and yet she kept it there, insisting on going in deeper and refusing to move up to catch her breath. Toxic somehow managed to hold out for the entire duration of the first climax, only then allowing herself the luxury of not being half-impaled on that swelling rod of Volt’s; with some difficulty, the dragoness heaved herself off of it and popped her head off from the tip, falling backwards and landing heavily on the floor, stomach sloshing something fierce.
It wasn’t over though, not even by a longshot; Volt’s balls were still stuffed to bursting, and it wouldn’t be a single release that took care of a whole month’s worth of denied orgasms. What it did do, however, was get rid of just enough of it that the dragon could rise up from the couch and then immediately come crashing back down onto Toxic, using his weight to pin her down and throwing himself into a deep, tongue-filled kiss. It was a taste he wasn’t used to, but he knew it was necessary to keep his partner well and truly distracted for what he had to do next: with both of his hands firmly holding onto her sides, Volt flipped Toxic over, making sure that her belly was resting comfortably underneath her before moving backwards to somewhere where he could admire the true prize for the night.
He didn’t remember her ass being that big, but then again, her tits had grown out too, so it wasn’t all that surprising. If nothing else, then at least it would make it easier for him to bring that monster of a cock he was sporting to bear, as soon as he managed to angle it down just enough that he could anchor the tip between the dragoness’ cheeks; Toxic was practically begging for him to thrust forward at that point, her voice breaking with how hard she was screamed, the neighbors probably wondering just what in blazes was happening inside their house. Indeed, there was a time when Volt might’ve had the presence of mind required to tease his lover a bit more, to push and poke and prod with that colossus of a cock until Toxic was turned into putty beneath his grasp, but today… was not one of those days. There were under three hours to the end of the month, his nuts needed emptying, and he wasn’t going to waste time playing around; with a single, swift motion, he thrust his hips forward and slammed into the dragoness, bulging her out so hard that the outline of his cock was visible even in that bloated cumgut of hers! And again, after pulling back, he moved to hilt himself once more, the shape of his shaft perfectly outlined against that swollen belly underneath her, and again, and again, over and over in an ever-increasing, ever-accelerating rate that only got stronger as it was allowed to proceed, every second of every minute of every hour that Volt hadn’t had the pleasure of release being poured into that one, pure act of animalistic rutting, the dragon reverting to his baser instincts and allowing muscle memory to take over completely.
Not much he could do at that point but keep going though, given that his balls were still big enough to squish against the floor and keep him all but pinned down to his current position, even if it became easier to move his feet around as he emptied them out. There was no concern was plugging Toxic up, or even about minimizing collateral damage from all the spillage; it was a given that most of what he’d produced over the course of that month was just going to backblast onto him, the couch, the walls and, oddly enough, part of the ceiling, and yet despite this, the dragoness was still turning into an oversized cum balloon regardless. Poor thing had given up making any noise but the occasional squeak whenever she felt that rod bottom out inside of her, probably helped by the fact that she was coughing up mouthfuls of spunk whenever Volt thrust forwards into her, their body turned into naught but a conduit for the dragon’s raw breeding power. As it should be, honestly, after she was responsible for keeping him pent up for a whole damned month; if there was anyone alive that deserved that sort of explosive discharge, it was her.
The two of them kept going for what felt like hours; indeed, if Volt bothered to look to his side, towards the kitchen, he’d just be able to make out the hour hand on the clock slowly inch its way closer to, and then beyond the number twelve, not that it really did anything to slow him down; the two of them were in this for the long haul, and it would take until the wee hours of the morning, just minutes before the sun rose from the horizon, before the dragon finally reached the endpoint of his stamina, and every drop of cum he had inside of him had become spent. The end result? A living room covered from top to bottom in his seed, a thick coating of it that would most likely need several pressurized hoses just so it could be washed onto the ground, to say nothing of the large-scale flood that had already seeped out from under the front door and infiltrated the lower floors.
Volt himself had been reduced to slumping over Toxic, who had undergone the most drastic transformation of her whole life. From proud dragoness to curvaceous beauty to cum blimp, her body was now mostly spunk by weight, and the poor thing could barely even think properly, let alone form words to let Volt know how much more she wanted to take. The dragon, by now fully drained out and returned to his regular size, could only lazily move his hands from side to side on that inflated body of hers, occasionally squeezing it so that the fluids stuck inside would crash into one another in a liquid shockwave. It was like hugging the world’s biggest and best water mattress, and one that seemed to be begging to become even fuller, a wish that he was more than happy to grand them; after all, he was supposed to be a breeder, and a strong one at that, so it wouldn’t be something as minor as an hours-long orgasm after a month-long denial period that did anything to his refractory period. If anything, it seemed to have made it even faster, judging from how pressurized and tight he was feeling downstairs already. Toxic wanted him to pump her up even bigger?
Then that’s exactly what he was going to do.
