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Glorious End - Part 3 (Commission for Drash)
🕑 Added 2021-03-11 13:57:49 +0000 UTCTAGS: M/F, Growth/Unaware Growth, Hyper, Multi, Dragon/Dragoness, Incest, Threesome
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The thought alone was enough to drive the drake to the very edge of his sanity, playing off of his breeder instincts so hard that his body had to react in some way, had to give him something more to work with; the four nuts hanging beneath his twin shafts were no longer enough, and seeing as he was going to use those cocks quite a bit going forward, it only made sense to equip them with the kind of productivity that would allow him to fill up his two lovers at any point of the day, whenever he so desired. Thus, they began to swell outwards again, but not necessarily with raw size; rather, their inside were rearranged and mass started to coalesce, forming into two rows of nubs on each of his dicks, tiny little things that almost immediately began to swell outwards, filling with what was unmistakably even more cum than he was already producing. Within seconds, these rows of spunk factories were clenching rhythmically, pushing out so much of his seed that Drash’s regular leakage put most males’ orgasms to shame, and he wasn’t even trying yet; not that he had much of a choice, given that his body was just like that, and had been for as long as he remembered. The drake had some rather embarrassing memories of failing to contain himself at the worst of moments, not to mention the problems that came with having to drag a large-scale milking machine with him whenever he had to go somewhere for more than fifteen minutes; if anything, it just made it more confusing that the shopping center didn’t have drains installed on the ground, because they really should be able to deal with people like him.
On the ground, the two dragonesses were going through much of the same problem, with their lactic production having gone on overdrive from the moment more eggs were fertilized inside of them. Gushes of creamy milk splattered against the other one’s face and breasts, leaving them coated in a much brighter white than what Drash could provide for them. Their hands, however, weren’t being used to clean up, but instead had been glued to their gravid bellies ever since they felt those eggs clacking and moving around inside of them, their throats permanently busy moaning whorishly while their eyes rolled upwards into their skulls; all thought of competition or rivalry vanished the moment their lover dragon actually gave them what they wanted, though not necessarily because they wanted it to go away. The moment the two of them came back to their senses, they’d be fighting for Drash’s attention just like every other time, but until then they were nothing but his eager, pliable breeders, just like they had been for as long as they could remember. Long gone were the days where the two of them got to decide what they wanted to do, or where they wanted to go of their own volition; Sheyla especially remembered when she committed herself fully to serving her precious drake, promising to do whatever it took to have as many clutches with his bountiful seed as possible. She could only imagine this is why herself and Tria never really got along, as Drash’s mother most likely saw her son’s girlfriend as “taking away” something that was rightfully hers; indeed, the drake himself attempted to get around this by officializing his relationship with his mother as soon as he legally could, and the two had spent so much time consummating it that he frankly couldn’t even remember a time when they did anything else. It might’ve been just a few years prior, but it felt like several lifetimes had passed.
None of them questioned why this belief flew in the face of observable reality, nor why everything else around them refuse to abide by what they thought was the truth of their lives; as far as the trio cared, their current state of affairs, whatever that might be at any moment, was quite simply the way they had always been, even if it was literally impossible for that to be the case. After all, both Tria and Sheyla were already sporting egg-stuffed bellies bigger than the rest of their bodies, their multiple wombs working at over maximum capacity to fill themselves with a brand new clutch; if this was just how they did things on an everyday basis, the world should’ve been drowned by eggs already, and yet the way people reacted to them, they might be excused for thinking it was the first time it ever happened. This sort of analysis was far beyond them though; as soon as Drash bent down and raised one of Sheyla’s legs over his shoulder, ramming both of his cocks into her twin slits, there was no room in their heads for anything that wasn’t raw, carnal pleasure, sprinkled and made more delicious by Tria’s cries of anguish of having been left for seconds by her very own son. Up above, Auria practically rubbed her hands with delight, happy beyond measure that her ridiculous plan had actually worked and her three chosen champions were going at it like a bunch of wild animals; soon, the transformation would take a turn for the better, and all three of them would not only be doing her job for her, but becoming big enough for her to keep them as her pets as well!
Meanwhile, far below in the mortal plane, the group of people waiting outside the bathroom being used by the three dragons was becoming increasingly flustered at the sorts of noises coming from inside. There was no doubt in their minds that the group was using the space for less than wholesome purposes, but rather than call security or try to do anything about it, they instead tried to inch as close as possible without actually going in; the scent of pheromones wafting from the spot where Drash was now alternating between jackhammering his girlfriend and mother was so powerful that it overwhelmed even the most resistant of onlookers, leaving their faces scarlet and their knees quivering. A few of them even went so far as to openly pleasure themselves, while a couple waiting in line was already getting busy throwing their clothes off of themselves in order to deal with the sudden arousal, such was the effect that the three dragons were having on their surroundings.
Inside, the ground was practically completely covered in a mixture of Drash’s spunk and the two dragonesses milk and femcum, all of which gushed with equal strength, splattering against every hard surface as hard as the drake continued to piston himself into either his girlfriend or mother, only stopping to catch his breath once every few minutes. It was unclear how much longer he could last, but judging from how large Tria and Sheyla were getting, this limit was fast-approaching; each of their bellies was so swollen with eggs that they couldn’t even get up anymore, and even moving around to get back on their knees was quickly becoming impossible thanks to all of the weight, each womb alone bigger than the rest of their body was, and several times heavier. Before long, Drash would have to stop with his ministrations just so his lovers could deal with the impregnation, both of their double-slits stretching out to make way for the seemingly endless torrent of eggs clattering against the hard linoleum underneath them, their sounds just barely muffled by the coating of fluids they were landing on.
Such was the sheer size of their bodies that it took both of them a good fifteen minutes to empty out completely, during which time Drash had to do something about the fact that he now had multiple internal cum factories in addition to the quad-nuts he had already been packing; the result was a very glazed couple of dragonesses, their bodies completely covered in a thick layer of their breeder drake’s seed, a layer that represented naught but a tiny fraction of his true potential, now that his cocks had been gifted with so much extra productivity. Despite the thorough breeding he had given both of those gorgeous women, and the fact that he’d leaked a good few dozen gallons of his spunk, Drash still felt more pent up than he ever had, and while not unsatisfied, was certainly not happy with how much he managed to get out of him; this was, of course, par for the course as he could remember, and in fact the main motivator behind his constant lovemaking sessions, or at least that’s what his brain was telling him. It’s not so much that he wanted to fuck those two, but that he needed to do so; if he didn’t, then “pent up” wouldn’t even begin to describe it, and the last thing anyone needed was for the drake to let his many balls swell up, especially the ones lining the insides of his shafts… though it would be fun to see just how big they could get before he had to empty them out.
Regardless, with both dragonesses now empty, and Drash… not really spent, but having emptied out enough that he could feasibly go about ten minutes without having to do so again, Sheyla and Tria spent another ten or so minutes trying to get back up, their bodies covered in gunk and dripping from head to toe. While this wasn’t at all unusual for the three of them, such thorough paint jobs usually happened within the privacy of their own home, where they could shower themselves off and not have to worry about what anyone else might think; there, in the middle of a shopping center, they had to make due with the clogged-up sinks and a lot of elbow grease, and even then they just sort of gave up halfway through cleaning up their cleavages, both Tria and Sheyla declaring their intent to “wash it up at home” before putting their clothes back on. It was nothing short of a miracle that any of them even fit, doubly so given the three of them were reasonably certain that all of their pieces had been ripped into shreds sometime in the past half hour, but they weren’t in the business of asking questions; instead, they proudly walked out of the bathroom and past the extremely long line of people waiting for their turn, which by that point had become a large-scale display of debauchery and self-abasement where not a single person had their clothes on. Security personnel were waiting for them at the end of the hallway, but the strength of the pheromones did a number on their sanity almost immediately after first sensing them, and the three dragons thus kept walking as if nothing had happened.
It was Sheyla who suggested that the three of them “decompress” by going to the cinema and watching something, hopefully to get their minds off of things and manage to enjoy their trip to the shopping center without flooding any more rooms. It was an absurdity to suggest such a thing, as they all knew that sitting down on seats too tiny to hold them properly would just lead to a lot of squishing, which led to arousal and before they knew it they’d be on top of one another like rabid animals all over again. That, however, was sort of the point; the three of them engaged in this kind of performative normalcy all the time, where most of the fun came not from the rampant fucking they engaged in, but in the lead-up, the game of pretend where they walked around as if things were perfectly normal and they weren’t fully intending on turning any place they went to into a disaster area. Not that this wasn’t their normal, as much as the world just hadn’t caught up to what was expected of it; as much as the three dragons were utterly convinced that people were used to their condition, they were the only ones in the known world to be so productive and virile, so even the most well-accustomed of bystanders would still find themselves unable to resist the allure. Besides, it was important to try and at least pretend like they were capable of behaving like normal people, otherwise where would the fun be in doing anything? If they did nothing but fuck one another perpetually, it’d probably get boring real fast… or not, but that was a question for after the movies.
As per usual, the three walked into the foyer of the cinema and proceeded to move straight past the ticket line and directly to the main gallery; their contributions to local businesses, mostly by attracting extra clientele because of their bodies, had had such a positive impact on their sales that the dragon were often simply allowed to go wherever they wished, insofar as they at least attempted to keep themselves somewhat presentable. With their clothes just barely hanging on, even if they didn’t hide much of anything, they went past the ticket taker at the front, who most certainly had not been informed of this policy of free movement… not that he could do much about it, as the pheromone cloud was quick to leave him a horny, thoughtless mess, drooling openly and mumbling something about things being “so hot” before allowing Drash and his two ladies to pass through without paying for anything. Neither of them really thought anything of it, so they just moved on and found the first movie they felt was interesting, some romantic comedy about a lover who had a dreadful secret, whatever that may be. The trio was always happy to see what Hollywood cooked up in terms of what they thought was an inconvenience; the last time, it had been a film about someone who mysteriously grew taller whenever they were sexually aroused… by about a foot or two. It was hilarious to them how little those movies captured of the true struggles of what it meant to be obscenely well-endowed, but that wasn’t why they were there; if anything, the movie itself was probably the least important aspect of their trip to the cinema, compared to the fact that they’d probably have a whole room for themselves given that it was a work week and the middle of an afternoon.
Indeed, the theater itself was devoid of any paying customers, leaving the three dragons to pick whatever seats they felt like. For a moment or two, they considered the possibility of not sitting next to one another, given the obvious difficulty in having enough room, but quickly discarded the possibility after giving it some thought; they’d be on one another soon enough, so there was no point in pretending like they were there to watch a film in peace. Thus, they marched all the way down to the front row, pulling up the arm rests to give themselves as much space as they could before smushing themselves against one another. Drash in particular took the opportunity to bring both arms around Sheyla and Tria’s necks, pulling them ever closer to him in what he believed was a smooth move, but only ended up making both dragonesses chuckle at how obvious he was being, leading to all of them breaking out in laughter before the movie had even begun. They sat down “properly”, pretending for a few minutes that they were perfectly law-abiding citizens who wouldn’t start an impromptu threesome in the middle of a movie room, before their hands began to wander: a grope here, a squeeze there, it was tiny and inconsequential at first, but it never remained as such with them for a long time. Didn’t take a lot of effort for Drash’s pants to start tenting again, and for both dragonesses shirts to be stretched out as their many rows of tits suddenly inflated with so much milk that they nearly doubled in size; it was a curious aspect of their hyper-breeder biology, that their arousal caused them to instantly fill up like that, then keep on swelling until they were properly milked. After all, they had to produce copious quantities of milk for their young, so it only made sense.
This had led to a bit of a “tradition” where Drash deliberately kept himself from milking them properly just to see how far they would go. It was all part of the two’s competition: his mom would insist that, as the one with real experience nursing the drake, she would never back down before her challenger, while his girlfriend proclaimed that her love for him was so much greater that she could keep filling until each of her tits was bigger than Tria’s whole body if need be. As a result, whenever the two of them allowed their breasts to fill up like that, Drash was happy to watch and mentally count down the seconds until the first one brought their hands to their nipples; it used to be that they could actually do it, but after… how many years had it been? Months? Time was complex; after however long it had been, the two were so used to this sort of growth that, by the time they wanted to give up and drain themselves, their arms could barely reach halfway to their teats, and this time was no different. The seats they were on creaked and groaned underneath the mounting, milky weight on top of them, until the plastic and metal began to bend; a minute was all that was needed for each of their tits to triple in size with nothing but their milky contents, the dragonesses buried beneath six mounds that refused to stop or slow down. Occasionally, they would glance sideways, giving their lover’s cocks a good look to remind themselves of why they were doing what they were doing: a singular glance at those twin shafts of throbbing cockmeat was often enough to give their milkers half a foot in diameter in a single instant, only worsening their condition. Drash, meanwhile, was more than happy to feed into the competition by openly stroking himself, buried on both sides by a dozen growing tits.
“F-Feeling the pressure, Tria?” Sheyla groaned, her own shirt torn to shreds as her many rows of milk factories spilled over everywhere, “M-maybe you should u-use your hands for once!”
“Pleas, I h-hnnng-haven’t even started!” - this was a lie. The older dragoness’ tits had grown so much that a single one could probably account for her full racks beforehand - “Go on home and hook yourself to your pump, l-leave the professional job for the professionals~!”
“Ladies, please, there’s no need to fight like this,” Drash intervened, getting up and casting his pants aside. He was now fully nude from the waist down, and deliberately holding back from touching either of his shafts, instead choosing to cross his arms and allow those rods to twitch freely, “so tell you what: the first one of you to reach the ground gets the first titfuck… and after I’m done, the one who’s the largest gets to be bred first~”
He couldn’t have spoken a better sequence of words to ensure that the rivalry was brought up to the surface and bubbled up stronger than ever before. The two women glared at one another, scowling as they bared their teeth, before turning their attention to the colossal stack of tits they each bore. It was easy enough to get them to grow, as all they needed was to think sexy thoughts and their bodies would do the rest for them; there were ways of “cheating” though, hence why they both brought their hands between their legs, making sure to pleasure their double slits with as much gusto as they lusted over Drash, their eyes rolling upwards into their skulls and their mouths hanging open, tongue lolling from the side and thin trickles of drool falling off. Their tits continued to bloat and swell, taking up more and more of their lap and torso until Drash couldn’t even see any of them, replaced entirely by three sets of stuffed udders each, udders which grew and inflated until they began to spill over from their knees, approaching the ground at a dangerous pace. They both knew that their breasts would simply return to their normal state after they had a chance to cum their brains out, as it always came accompanied by an explosion milkgasm as well, so there was no need to worry about limits; thus, Drash barely had to wait a minute before the victor was clear to all of them: Tria, through hard work and dedication, was the first one to topple over from the sheer weight of her tit stack, needing her son to hold her before she hit the floor; this way, he could push her back instead, giving him enough time to throw himself bodily at that wall of boobflesh and shove both of his rods inside, his hips already moving on their own to piston those cocks forward as fast and powerfully as he physically could. Off to his side, just as he was starting, Sheyla did in fact fall forwards and plopped onto the ground with a loud slosh and an even louder splash, gallons of milk spilling from her nipples as she completely lost control of her body.
The true business, however, was between Drash and his mom, with his jackhammering into her cleavages and the dragoness responding with both increasingly loud moans and three sets of tits that just kept growing; as was the case for them, her milkiness would only get worse until she hit that brick wall of stamina and flew right through it, with her climax accompanied by her tits emptying out and turning their immediate surroundings into a disaster area, something that wasn’t helped by her son being so energetic and enthusiastic in his ministrations. What Tria didn’t know was that the drake was going through a transformation of his own: after being forced to deal with his lovers being so much more numerous than him, it only made sense for the divine forces modifying his body to gift him with additional tools for the problem at hand, and quite literally in his case. His twin shafts were soon competing for room with yet another pair of cocks, also stuffed to the brim with internal cum factories that pushed their already ridiculous size so much that each one was probably about as long as his torso was; it made it incredibly more pleasurable to bottom out inside of those multi-tits, not to mention it created a veritable deluge of near-biblical proportions, precum and proper cum gushing from between each mound and covering the ground in a thick coating of cream, a mixture of all of their juices. Between his legs, this was aided by yet another group of four nuts that had grown in to service his newest rods, only heightening his productivity to absurd and more insurmountable levels. All in all, he was quickly losing control of himself… or rather, he would be, were he not convinced this was perfectly normal; after all, he’d always had four cocks and eight nuts, he’d always been engaged to two lovely dragonesses with milk-overloading issues, and he’d always been a breeding demigod for as far as he remembered. The three of them put together had laid so many clutches that they’d simply stopped counting altogether, an endless number of young that, for some reason, had never been that much of a bother on their finances. Or time. Or anything, for that matter; it didn’t make much sense, but that’s what him and his lovers remembered, so it had to be true, right? Besides, with bodies like those, not having countless children would probably be the more unlikely option, all things considered!
