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Glorious End - Part 5 (Commission for Drash)
🕑 Added 2021-03-14 14:12:16 +0000 UTCTAGS: M/F, Growth/Unaware Growth, Hyper, Multi, Dragon/Dragoness, Incest, Threesome
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The greatest change came to Drash, however, who not only succeeded in breaking free of his titty prison, but did so by bursting out of it, his body emitting a powerful shockwave that pushed his dragoness lovers several feet apart, and left the drake himself gasping for breath as he struggled to get back up. Once he did, it was clear that whatever strange forces had allowed his body to be so productive had finally given him something more: the dragon, despite the growing size of his package and the fact that his nuts alone should leave him immobile, suddenly found himself perfectly capable of moving from place to place as if he were unburdened! This despite the fact that his many cocks had packed so much mass that they looked disproportionately huge on him, their tips reaching all the way up to his pecs as they drooled with gallons upon gallons of his thick, potent seed. His entire frame heaved with each breath, small flames dancing in front of his nostrils on every exhale, and judging from how eagerly those rods of his were bouncing, it was clear that he needed to breed something… and right now, the only two people on the planet that could take him were right there, begging for him to do so.
Drash barely had enough time to turn towards his girlfriend before her body reacted to the attention by engorging itself even further, driving the dragoness deeper into the pits of madness as each of tits gained so much size that Drash was going to have to climb them in order to get to the “prize” awaiting him at the top; not a problem, as far as he was concerned, given that his body had been infused with so much divine power that he could easily move about even with ten nuts bigger than he was. Meanwhile, not only had the two beauties’ tits grown enough to be several feet off the ground, but their slits had multiplied yet again; each woman now sported as many mounds as Drash had cocks, swollen and meaty and oozing with nearly as much juices as the male dragon himself was. He didn’t even have to worry about lubrication; as soon as he lunged forward, bucking his hips and effortlessly plunging each of his dicks into its appropriate slit, the constant flood of femcum from Sheyla’s perpetual climax giving him the right amount of give to bottom out almost instantly. Despite their loose folds, the insides of those cunts were extremely tight, perfectly tailored to milk Drash for all that he was worth… as if he needed any encouragement; barely a second passed before each of his girlfriend’s wombs were filled up to such a degree that her belly was starting to match her tits for size, and it only got worse as the seed was allowed to coalesce and mix together with the many eggs produced by her hyperactive ovaries, the next clutch forming within her before the first minute was out.
At that point, things weren’t discussed in terms of orgasms anymore, nor did they look at what they did as “starting” and “finishing”; they were stuck in a constant state of sexual climax, stuck in a constant need to rut and breed and fill and bloat, and to that end, Drash didn’t find it necessary to keep going for longer than it took for Sheyla’s wombs to fill up so much that her tits began to look small by comparison, the dragoness’ full form reaching the hundred feet mark and going even further as her latest egg pregnancy began to develop. In less than ten minutes, she’d be laying those things, giving her lover plenty of time to remove himself from inside of her and pay attention to his mother instead, giving her much the same treatment as he had Sheyla. This was the only routine that the three dragons knew, the only one they’d ever known; Drash would breed one of them, and while the lucky dragoness waited for her eggs to develop, he’d go rut the other one, giving both women exactly what they wanted and the dragon enough time to recover between fillings to allow his ground-dragging, dectuple nuts to fill up again. Again, not that he needed to; they just kept growing bigger each time he unloaded, after all.
Things quickly got out of hand from that point onwards. At about the same time as Sheyla’s first mega-clutch was being laid, her body completely lost control over its mutations, giving her even more slits to work with in order to better flush out the literally millions of eggs waiting inside of her; this, in turn, caused Drash to grow an equal number of cocks to match, by that point straining even his divinely-empowered ability to move almost unimpeded, which itself led to Tria’s body not only preemptively matching the number, but developing even more. All the while, both dragonesses’ breasts continued to bloat with milk at an astounding rate, enough that, despite Drash having Auria to back him up, he still had to spend some time climbing the milky hills in order to get a chance at breeding those two; it was hard to tell just what was bigger, the cream factories causing the nearby lake to be tinted white, or the belly pushing them outwards. Whatever the case, by the time the dragon reached Sheyla for the second time, he couldn’t even see her; his girlfriend’s ass had fattened so much that her body, still as pathetically tiny as it always had been, was completely buried underneath it… coincidentally giving the breeding machine that was Drash something to sink his hands into when he anchored his feet and prepared to fill her up the moment that the last few eggs were done rolling down the hillside that was her body, stacking themselves in a large, misshapen mountain that only grew bigger with time. As he waited, Drash’s shafts continued to shift and change, becoming even more hardened, plated with reinforced scales and gifted with barbs and ribbed ridges designed to maximize pleasure for whichever lover he happened to be sharing it with at the time; his internal balls were producing at an accelerated rate, his external ones matching and surpassing it, until even his “passive” spurts were powerful enough to blast clear through concrete. Each time a new mound grew onto Sheyla’s body, another cock would be born to fill it, and by the time the last egg was pushed out, doing absolutely nothing to how big the dragoness was, Drash had fifteen such rods adorning his nethers, all of which were unceremoniously shoved into his breeding partner so hard that, if not for the utterly colossal belly beneath him, they might’ve bulged out on the other side. As it stood though, even his fifty-foot dicks weren’t enough to even make a dent on that bloated set of wombs; hell, by that point, the lake had already been invaded, half-drained, and both dragonesses were well on their way to expanding into the city, having already flattened a couple of outlying residential areas. This was, as far as they cared, normal.
Each thrust of the dragon’s many cocks added dozens of feet to Sheyla’s titanic cumgut, and soon enough would do the same for Tria’s; there was no more finesse or love or care in what they were doing, nothing but a primal need to breed and make more eggs to be laid, more eggs to bloat and make more room for even more eggs in the future. Drash had to slide down the side of a single one of his girlfriend’s tits to get back to his mother, who had also grown enough that he had to scale a titty mountain just to get to her, all while the other dragoness beside them bypassed the need for a pregnancy altogether and immediately began laying hundreds upon hundreds of small, slimy, oval objects. Even then, the height of the egg stack was pitiful compared to the broodmother that had created it, though at least it had the excuse that all the milk coating the ground made it difficult for it to stay upright. In between the breeding and passive growth, both women had broken through the lower cloud layer and already loomed over the city they had just left; screaming could be heard in the distance, as the fear of being smushed underneath the advancing wall of flesh overpowered the arousal created by the pheromones the three dragons emitted. Cars were flattened into metal pancakes, whole buildings were reduced to little more than glass shards and rubble, roads began to buckle and piping was ruptured, though still unable to even begin to compare to the pressure at which each of the two dragonesses’ tits produced their tens of thousands of gallons of milk every half-second or so. And riding on top of them, by that point being able to jump from Sheyla to Tria and back without touching the ground, was Drash, roaring loudly enough to create sonic shockwaves, both with his voice, and each time his hundred-foot cocks plapped against either of his two lovers.
Divine power coursed through them as the dragons continued to overrun the terrain, growing at an increasingly exponential rate now that all limits had been broken and Auria could simply feed them directly rather than leaving droplets of her will and waiting for them to take effect. Drash wasn’t even properly moving anymore; not because he couldn’t, but soon enough the distance between Tria and Sheyla, given the sheer size of their bodies, would be too much for him to walk or fly conventionally. As such, whenever it was time for him to “swap” and breed the other one, his will alone was enough to transport him over to whoever it was he wanted to shove his perpetually-growing cocks; at that point, there was no more involvement required on the part of the three dragons, for just as long as they kept doing what they had been doing all along, then the plan would come to fruition, just as Auria envisioned it. Each thrust of the dragon’s shaft pumped his chosen dragoness so much fuller that their resulting size would put the last one to shame, each load making them bloat dozens of feet, then hundreds, then thousands; first the woods around the lake were flattened, then the lake itself was carved out, followed by the suburbs surrounding it and then, finally, the city itself would fall prey to the alternating growth of the two egg factories that were Tria and Sheyla. And as if that weren’t enough, it would appear that each time Drash found himself base-deep inside any of them, some part of their body would multiply, be it internally or externally, which together with the size boosts, quickly made work of everything that stood between them and their ascension their rightful position as gods of that world.
He’d pump Sheyla once, and suddenly she’d sprout a new pair of tits, just as big as all the others, just as full and gushing with milk; he’d hilt inside of Tria, and they’d be gifted with an extra mound for one of his cocks to fill, not-so-coincidentally forcing yet another shaft to poke out from the multitude that already graced the drake’s groin. He’d go back to Sheyla and her wombs would split into two each time the dragon’s nuts plapped heavily against her swollen belly, each one already filled to the brim with eggs, each one serviced by a number of ovaries that only kept increasing, multiplying upon themselves regardless of what Drash did to either of them. The breeder dragon himself was being warped to better suit the insanity as well, with new cocks forcing their way out from a nest of shafts that already seemed ridiculously crowded, to extra cum factories splitting off the existing ones, requiring Auria’s power to move them around from place to place, to keep the breeding going in earnest even when it should be impossible for it to even happen. The internal orbs within each of Drash’s nuts doubled every other minute or so, until he had more cumtanks inside of his cocks than outside, which worked marvelously with the multiple sets of stacked knots that graced each of his barbed and ridged lengths, only getting worse with each pump, each bucking of the hips, each thrust that itself bloated either dragoness to an insane degree. It wouldn’t take too long before the very planet was crumbling underneath them, unable to deal with the sheer weight of those three, especially when instead of growing linearly, it had become a true exponential, with fully-formed and fully-filled tits, wombs and nuts surging out from within their bodies at every other second or so, with the breeding potential made worse and worse with just how many cocks there were and how many holes there were for them to fill.
The two giantesses’ bodies broke through the crust within minutes, and in an even shorter time ended up cracking the planet’s solid core like it was a piece of candy, not even caring about how hot or molten it was; before they even realized what had happened, the newest set of milk-makers or egg factories that blossomed into existence inside of them already outsized their whole planet, the latter filled to the brim with so many clutches that, somehow, against all odds, there were probably more eggs being pumped out of their bodies at any given moment than milk from their tits or spilled cum from Drash’s ministrations. They coalesced in large clumps, held together by the gravitational pull of the sheer amount of mass of all those unhatched young put together, even if those clusters didn’t really last long given how close they were to their progenitors; all concern for their progeny had left the three dragons’ minds, who simply focused on breeding, the simple act of breeding, with no regard for anything that might happen afterwards. With the amount of cum being pumped inside each dragoness, and the growth they incurred because of it, even the few million eggs being pushed out of their dozens of cunts every minute or so didn’t stand the slightest chance when put next to a couple of bellies of literal cosmic size, only growing bigger and fuller each time that Drash pounded into one of them, doubling, tripling, quadrupling the amount of wombs each one contained, taking the eggs inside of them and multiplying them by so many factors of ten that it was nothing short of a wonder that they could still think at all, let alone form long, coherent thoughts… even if they were entirely around how much they needed to breed even more, because nothing was ever enough for them now.
They were no longer even thinking about their size anymore, and thank goodness they weren’t, because it had long since surpassed their ability to process it properly; were any of them to try and comprehend how massive they truly were, their brains would melt, and then how would they keep on breeding one another?! Suffice it to say that the tiny bits of sparkling dust they saw rushing by and past them were each their own individual stellar system, countless millions of twinkling stars and their assorted planets all being atomized in an instant whenever any part of the trio’s bodies made contact with them. Soon they would be passing by a very large cloud of “dust” that they didn’t realize was, in fact, the entirety of a galactic arm; by that point, Sagittarius A*, for all of it being this eldritch and incomprehensibly massive black hole, was nothing more than a small speed bump that only registered as a tiny pinprick on one of Sheyla’s dozens upon dozens of individual tits, barely able to provide enough mass after it was absorbed to affect her in any way. After all, a single full thrust on Drash’s part and she’d sprout an extra couple of dozen rows of milk makers, already fully loaded and ready for a single droplet of their production to blot out entire galaxies, even if they didn’t quite understand that’s what was going on. After a while, the very fabric of the universe was consumed by their endless fucking, at points having the cluster of hundreds of cocks protruding from the drake’s body move around the grand architecture of the universe as it doubled its number yet again, forcing reality itself to shift and bend in ways that would allow him to stuff the equally-numerous slits that each of his two partners so eagerly wanted stuffed, that he may create an even larger number of egg-filled wombs and milk-stuffed tits. It was madness, insanity, and soon it was all that everything was; reality, all of their cosmos, had been reduced to nothing more than three horny, perpetually-swelling and endlessly-growing dragons whose bodies were buried by their own assets, whose movement was assured only because a goddess allowed them to get into position through sheer force of will, even when it should be impossible.
Said goddess, safe inside of her own little world several layers above that of the dragons, watched as her plan unfolded perfectly, the three blessed breeders having accomplished everything that she hoped they would do. In fact, they even went above and beyond what was strictly necessary; Auria couldn’t help but feel slightly hot and bothered whenever one of those two women suddenly developed a few rows of breasts more, each one about as big as the observable Universe had been to them just earlier in that “day”, and her tie had long-since been undone from how steamy the whole thing was. Still, her newest pets still had plenty of space to go before they even so much as got close to her, let alone utterly obliterated all of their existence, so she was confident she could go get some coffee and come back to watch some more.
Such a shame then, that her room began to quake and rumble the moment she closed the door behind her...
