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Far Too Late - Part 2 (Commission for Sugnanayr)
🕑 Added 2020-10-28 17:26:48 +0000 UTCTAGS: Macro, Mega Macro, Breast Expansion, Hyper Preg, Cosmic Macro, Broodmother, Milk
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It had been several months since the inauguration of the newest warehouse, and in that time, things had taken a turn for the weird. The company set up for the sole purpose of monetizing the broodmother that Melinda had turned herself into had ceased to exist, replaced by something that could more accurately be described as a mixture between a priesthood, apocalypse cult and several dozen other things depending on whatever was necessary for them to do. Against all odds, the overly-pregnant bun had once again taken control over her own life, though she hadn’t done so intentionally; despite everyone’s best efforts to delay it, her mere presence was enough to spread a mental corruption that could never be stopped or fixed, merely slowed down, and given that nothing anyone did could induce labor in the immense rabbit, it was only a matter of time until everyone became just as mindlessly devoted as the throng of former workers-turned-breeders that now dwelled on her colossal body.
The first city to fall was the one right next to where Melinda had been housed, the infectious effects of her milk having helped to pave the way for the wave of mental domination that spread from her roost. The bun wasn’t even trying to do anything, but her existence in and of itself was enough to make everyone feel so utterly inconsequential that the only thing they could ever see themselves doing that held any meaning at all was service her to the best of their abilities. Males lined up, queueing for miles on end just to have a shot at adding to her eternal pregnancy, the constant exposure to her raw, untreated milk provoking such vast, sweeping changes to their bodies that by the time they were allowed to go near her, they were having trouble moving because of the size of their shafts and balls; this was absolutely necessary, seeing as Melinda’s lower mound had become so gigantic that simple, person-sized cocks just didn’t cut it anymore. She needed more, always more, and people were happy to serve it up to her.
Despite the company’s projections that the warehouse would be able to contain Melinda’s body for the next few years to come, they were forced to make constant readjustments after the growth rate began to jump up ahead of schedule and more and more emergency measures had to be taken to keep her contained, until eventually there simply was no company to even care about it at all. The building itself ceased to exist a couple of weeks after that, about two and a half years before it was meant to be phased out, with Melinda’s gravid belly spilling out from the sides, her ass and slit from one end, and her tits from the other. The rubble was quickly buried underneath her burgeoning form, and even if it hadn’t, she had a whole city’s worth of supplicants ready to help clean her up if need be.
The multiplicative and stacking effects of that endless pregnancy of hers were to blame for Melinda’s growth having gone out of control too quickly for anyone to do anything about it. As the number of babies inside of her womb continued to rise beyond even inhuman levels, so too did the rest of her body have to make due for the birth that would never come; as a result, not only did her thighs and hips begin to flare out and fatten up to make way for the torrent of young that would never come to pass, but her milk production had become so wildly exaggerated that her immense bust was now far larger than it should be. Each breast was easily as large as the rest of her put together (which, considering the bun’s actual body was insignificant at that point, consisted of her thighs, ass and belly), and filled up so quickly that the size disparity became even more accentuated with each passing day; this was mostly thanks to her inability to actually vent most of her production, seeing as the milking machine had long-since broken down and no one really had the technical know-how to build a new one anymore, as all knowledge of things not related to Melinda had slowly been phased out in favour of mindless devotion and endless adoration.
As a result, and even though the cream that did escape from her teats was enough to shatter steel and flood the city to the point where its sewage system was clogged, most of her actual production was still stuck firmly inside of her expanding, inflating milk factories, forcing them to stretch out to ever grander sizes and seriously messing with the overall balance of her body. The bun couldn’t even see the sun anymore, with the curve of her tits blocking everything in front of her, and their weight being so immense that they actually spilled backwards just enough to cover her head in their softness, plunging the rabbit into a world of eternal sloshing and lactic warmth… and only making her arousal even more pronounced, which lent itself to ever-faster growth rates, and this ended up feeding into the multiple vicious cycles already in place. The city itself didn’t last long past the point where Melinda’s head vanished into her own bust; most of it was rubble underneath her skin just a couple of days afterwards.
The rest of the world fell under her thrall soon enough. There were already live feeds of her body on multiple channels all over the globe, to say nothing of the innumerable web-based streams from multiple angles, hosted by just about every kind of deviant imaginable… though after a certain point, “deviancy” itself was just another relative adjective; was it really a deviant taste if everyone had it? Was it anything out of the ordinary when the mere sight of Melinda’s body was enough to turn everyone who laid eyes upon it into the same kind of sex-crazed, breed-hungry, gravid-seeking maniac that the bun herself was? The world may never know, because the world was too busy finding new and better ways to serve her as best as they could.
Though the effects she had on mortal minds were anything but beneficial, after a while they began to soften up and allow for some dissenting thought, if only because it was ultimately a practical necessity. The bun was far gone, unable to really think about anything at all, but even she had the vaguest notion of something being out of place; what she was going through was good, yes, but it could be better. The process of milking her was inefficient, the queueing for fucking her was becoming unwieldy, and now that she was so big that machinery was needed to even reach any part of her, better solutions were needed. One by one, engineers, researchers, technicians and the like awoke from their breeding trance, their minds returning to them and honed to a sharp point, focused entirely on one thing: improving the design.
The best minds on the planet gathered to discuss what they should do in order to make Melinda even bigger; this was the main goal, though how they’d get there was still up for discussion. The growing think thank split itself into multiple groups, each concerned primarily with a specific aspect of the bun’s anatomy, and they quickly went to work devising new and better ways for the world’s population to help her become even more pregnant and milkier and bigger and godlike; by that point, there remained no person on the planet that hadn’t fallen underneath the sway of the rabbit’s magic-like presence, with billions congregating around her body in an endless sprawl that spanned for miles. There were no cities being built, and even tents were only propped up a safe distance away; those who were too close to Melinda either climbed onto her body or risked being flattened by it, with the former group then beginning the long, arduous journey of reaching the mythical spot where they could impregnate their goddess further.
The first thing on the agenda was food… or drink, in their case. The bun’s milk was highly nutritious and served as a perfect substitute for a regular diet, so long as people remembered to take their twenty daily doses; it ran the risk of causing runaway breast growth and asset inflation, much to many people’s chagrin, but it was the only solution they could find that scaled well enough to meet demands. However, with literally everyone alive being made to congregate around her body, they needed more, and more came in the form of an enhancer serum produced by a team of brilliant biochemists; it was easy to make and it was derived from Melinda’s own breast milk, allowing them to produce vast quantities of it without the need for advanced fabrication or supply lines, just two laboratories, one on each of her breasts. Construction took a while, especially given that the structures had to conform to… well, Melinda’s breasts, but once they were done and the pumps were turned on, then nothing was the same anymore. The serum was injected into her bust every day, every hour, blowing them up to such immense sizes that they were the first part of her to breach the top layers of the atmosphere.
Then came her lower mound, her colossal slit, the one where even the most enhanced of males could lose themselves in search of ever more room to fit their growing cocks. It wouldn’t do to have people just sit in a queue waiting for their turn, especially when it was obvious that the bun would eventually grow large enough to accommodate every male on the planet. Thus, it made sense to invest in a system whereby roughly half of the world’s population would slowly be moved onto their own, private spot on the bun’s nethers, where their every need would be met via the use of drone milk deliveries; all that was required of them was to keep bucking their hips and filling the rabbit with their seed, and everything else would take care of itself.
Finally, the big one, the one thing that started it all: Melinda’s womb. This was the focus of the largest section of the original thinkthank, with thousands upon thousands of specialists pouring over data under the looming shadow of a body that threatened to grow larger than the planet itself. They took the formula that the company had been feeding the bun, the one mixed with feedstock, the one that Melinda herself had overdosed on several million times over… and made it stronger. They added a fertility component to it, iterated upon it, until it was an unholy, hyper-potent hybrid between the original drug meant to stop her pregnancy from coming to term and what could only be described as the breeder’s dream, a substance that would increase her ability to produce and sustain progeny to a degree that would make her current state look positively tiny. But it wasn’t enough to give it just to her, oh no; more of it had to be made, so that the automated feeding process that brought the breeder males their milk made sure to infuse the drink with concentrated doses of the fertility enhancer; according to their estimates, if everything went according to plan, they were looking at a pregnancy factor increase of at least tenfold. The world was hers.
But the world wasn’t enough.
With the breast enhancement serum, the fertility treatments and the ever-growing amount of cocks permanently stuck to her body, breeding it past the breaking point, it was obvious that the planet just wasn’t going to be enough anymore. Melinda needed more room, and the only way to find it was to head out into low orbit; then, and only then, could the bun truly become the broodmother she was destined to be, with the whole universe out there for her to fill.
Preparations for her departure would have to take months even by the most optimistic of projections, but this was time that no one had. With her breasts already trying to float away and her womb so stuffed that it threatened to overtake the planet’s gravitational pull if nothing was done about it, improvisation had to happen, and certain corners had to be cut. No one was even remotely worried about the complete lack of air out there in space, nor how they would have to fight against the vacuum; these were things that would just sort themselves out, at least in the lust-and-milk-addled mind of the bun’s devotees. No, what they had to worry about was how to get everyone onto Melinda herself, a task that would take them so long that even the most bright-eyed among them had to admit the possibility that a few million people would have to be left behind.
This rumour didn’t take long before it escaped into the general populace, at which point an exodus began to take place, with everyone who could walk rushing to find their spot on top of the rabbit’s body, and those who couldn’t being carried there by friends or family. With most of the logistics of their broodmother goddesses’ growth being handled, the thinktank in charge of ensuring things ran smoothly began to thin out, with its members trickling out and into the growing mass of pilgrims with each passing day. Soon, there wouldn’t be anyone left in the meeting rooms, their minds once again converted into the same pliable, thoughtless morass of lust and depravity that they had been before; there was no more need for engineers or chemists, bar those working in the serum production facilities.
As was expected, the matter of survivability was solved by virtue of Melinda simply being massive enough, and quite literally so; she didn’t jump into low orbit so much as she grew into it, before a couple of billion of kicks or so gave her the push she needed to finally lift off from the surface of the planet. By that point, she had become so large, so heavy that spacetime itself bent and twisted around her form, allowing her to drain the atmosphere off the planet and have it wrap around her own body, providing breathable air for all of her subjects. This didn’t exactly solve the problem of long-term stability, but given that her exponential growth now had all the room it needed to truly kick off and show the universe what Melinda was made of, no one aboard her body was really thinking about the realistic implications of living on their goddess’ physical form; as far as they cared, much like how the initial take-off was handled, so too would their needs later down the line. Besides, there was enough air in there to last for years, and the broodmother wouldn’t take a fraction of that before she’d be barrelling through other planets and stealing their resources for herself.
With the first barrier broken, it was only a matter of time before Melinda crossed a threshold that could never be returned from… for the fifth or so time, really. Exponentials stacked upon themselves had a way of becoming entirely unpredictable past a certain point when combined with the kind of warped biology and chemical fuckery that the rabbit’s body had become host too, resulting in her growth being wildly variable depending on how her hormones were feeling at any particular moment. One thing was certain though: everything would always increase. Milk production, fertility, size, weight, girth, everything would always go up, up and always up; it was only the rate at which it did so that varied, and even then it was a choice between several different kinds of extremely fast. It had taken her over two years to reach the point where she had outgrown the planet, and yet she only had about a week or so before her belly alone was bigger than that blue marble was, and by that point each of her tits had already become so unimaginably colossal that Melinda could feel her nipples being significantly warmer than the rest of her, what with them being so much closer to the sun. Off in the distance, she was vaguely aware of something bumping into her, Venus smashing against her tits and turning into a smudge of sulphuric clouds and hot ash, just barely singing the surface on her bosom and being promptly ignored a few minutes later, while poor old Mercury simply ceased to be entirely, the tidal forces produced by that gigantic pair of breasts being enough to rip it to shreds.
Just as she was reaching the tipping point for growth, rapidly approaching a stage where even the planets would be eclipsed before her form, so too did her pregnancies begin to multiply exponentially as well; no longer was Melinda simply developing a single litter from every contribution, but several, each of which were of vastly larger size than even her already-increased yield. The bun’s fertility was through the roof, and it only kept getting higher; the population of the planet, every last one of those brainwashed souls, had long-since begun to migrate to the bun’s lower mound, eager to join those select few that were already there in either directly adding to the growing, gravid womb beneath them, or to help them along and tend to their every need, so that they could carry on their sacred duty undisturbed. However, Melinda’s growth rate was just too much for them to beat it, and for every step they took, their goddess’ body would place them several dozen steps back. But still they pressed on, carrying onwards as if it was something they could accomplish, their bodies nourished by the constant downpour of milk falling from above; like they assumed, the issue of atmosphere and survivability was handled by way of Melinda’s unending productivity creating something akin to a shell of milk around her, countless rings of cream that solidified in the coldness of space before falling back onto her body, turning into a constant downpour of lactic ecstasy that anyone could drink from simply by bending their heads back and opening their mouths. The air around them was perpetually warm, suffused by a sugary scent and the unmistakable smell of dairy products, with the “sky” turning into a creamy white for as far as anyone could see. All the while, the endless stretch of soft flesh that they walked on continued to rumble and quake as the countless young just beneath their feet moved around in their endless attempts at finding a modicum of comfort in between the endlessly-expanding womb they were inside. Small bumps would appear and disappear within seconds, occasionally forming larger hills when Melinda’s body took longer than usual to adapt to the extra size, before eventually smoothing out.
The bun herself couldn’t see out of her shell either, though to be fair to her, she hadn’t been able to see anything at all for what felt like forever; her mind being the strained, broken thing that it was, her reality at the present had always been her reality. She was no longer able to distinguish between the past, present or future, and thus felt as if the way she was like at any given point was the way she’d always been. It was simply truth, her truth, and no one could take it from her… in the very rare moments of lucidity where Melinda could even form thoughts at all. Most of her time was still spent in a milky haze that she couldn’t see through, moaning into her she assumed was one of her tits where no one could hear her.
Her body was undergoing the sort of growth spurts that it couldn’t even withstand itself; at some point, Melinda’s ability to keep up with herself began to falter, resulting in her body growing tighter and tighter the bigger she got. It never quite went beyond the point where it was genuinely uncomfortable, but it nonetheless still mounted until all of her experience was defined almost entirely by how tight her body was, stretching itself to the limit and yet never really crossing it. It was like she had just eaten a meal so large that her stomach was stuffed to bursting, except it never went away; it was like her tits had every cubic inch of them filled with milk, and despite how hard they were outputting, it never seemed to go down.
And she loved it. Every second of it was a reminder that her very physical form was being taken to its limit by virtue of simply existing, her self-multiplying pregnancies ensuring that not only would her gravid womb be constantly on the verge of being too full, but her tits and ass would feel like overinflated balloons as well! Soon enough, all anyone on her body could hear was the groaning of her form, the creaking that came with skin being stretched at an alarming rate, and yet always she remained smooth, almost perfectly so. Her body had to remain unblemished, after all.
Outside, in the vast universe that still existed and was soon to be gifted a bun of cosmic proportions, the solar system ceased to exist within roughly two weeks of the rabbit’s take-off from her homeworld, and that was with the vast halo of comets and ice asteroids located far in the distance; the Sun no longer shone by the time Melinda broke through the Oort Cloud, leaving her entirely illuminated by starlight, and those billions of souls she carried to wallow in warm, sloshing darkness. Not that they needed to see; those who still made the eternal pilgrimage to the broodmother’s slit relied entirely on their sense of smell and the periodic shockwaves that coursed through her body whenever her tits bloated by several factors of size, while the rest… well, the rest were already too busy becoming acquainted with one another’s bodies to really care about seeing anything, and if they ever needed to navigate, they could just use sound to do so.
With her home system gone, replaced entirely by a pair of tits and a gravid belly, Melinda drifted in interstellar space for a couple of days while her growth’s acceleration picked up; if not for her body expanding at an ever-higher rate, it was doubtful whether she’d reach the next star over in her lifespan, but now that the constant serum infusions and fertility boosters were in full swing, not to mention a couple of billion of breeders constantly pumping their seed directly into her womb at any given point, everything became multiplicative. What were genuinely insurmountable distances mere days before eventually became short trips for the bun’s body, even if the bun herself lacked the brainpower required to truly understand the vastness of her own self. Proxima Centauri lasted maybe a couple of minutes before it and everything around it were reduced to their constituent components and added to the lifeship that was Melinda, with the first light-year being broken a mere two or so days after that, beyond which things rapidly stopping making any sort of sense to a mortal mind that tried to comprehend it.
Soon enough, the rabbit would be encroaching on other civilizations, sentients living their daily lives in societies as varied as their biologies, before everything they knew and everyone they ever saw was simply removed from existence by something they couldn’t even see coming. Billions, trillions of souls blacking out and waking up somewhere on a strange land, a planet with bright white skies, illuminated by what looked to be plasma storms, a place where it rained sweet mannah and the ground itself quaked and rumbled beneath their feet. Their civilizations never survived impact with Melinda; all it took was a few hours at best before even their brightest, keenest minds succumbed to the sex drive that permeated every inch of the broodmother’s body, giving them an innate understanding of just who it was that they were standing on.
And so it was that the galaxy was absorbed. Stars, planets, nebulae, anything that wasn’t sentient life, all of it either added to the growing shell of living matter around Melinda’s body, wrought and moulded by her subconscious mind into an endless lifestream filled with exotic forms of life and constantly lit by currents of infernally-hot hydrogen and helium, or simply destroyed and rendered into dust on impact. Countless worlds with thinking beings were welcomed onto the paradise that was the bun’s body, until all thinking creatures in the Milky Way… well, remained in the Milky Way, just not the old one; with the destruction of Sagittarius A*, the supermassive black hole being split into two and absorbed into Melinda’s breasts, there was nothing left of the old galactic structure, only the bun, only the rabbit, forever and always. And with that singularity drained of its infinitely dense mass, there was nothing that could stop her now, not when her milkers began to expand so quickly that each jump could no longer be measured. Her womb remained at a relatively modest size, only really jumping a few galaxies’ worth of mass at a time, but it was no use; things would never be the same, and the cosmos was hers for the taking, whether or not anyone liked it. Within just a few short hours, the local supercluster would be overtaken by her body; a few hours more and the observable universe would be nothing but Melinda, as far as anyone could see.
And after that? Who knew? Certainly not her. Certainly not anybody.
But she was going to find out.
