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A Loan - Part 3 (Patreon Commission for Rychen)
🕑 Added 2020-10-20 13:43:27 +0000 UTCThings had taken several turns for the worse ever since Terza decided the best thing to do to fix their collective problems was to turn on the proverbial tap and allow her mistress Starry to draw upon her own infernal power. While the issue of mobility was solved, under a certain definition of the word, everything else had been made several times worse by virtue of the amount of volume they occupied; it became so difficult to even move inside their house that the succubus had to use her magic in order to warp its dimensions, inviting just the tiniest smidgeon of Hell into it in order to make it bigger on the inside. While this did increase temperature so that it was constantly at near boiling, Terza herself was used to it and the vixen had become demonic enough that it didn’t bother her too much; besides, neither of them needed any food, being able to rely on one another for nourishment, thus making spoilage… not much of a problem.
What was a problem was just about everything else. Yes, they could move around inside their home again, but that didn’t do anything about the fact Starry was taller than a regular building story, nor did it resolve the issue of her having a pair of milk makers so utterly hyperproductive that they doubled over in size every single hour unless they were actively drained, something that neither of them really had the energy to do anymore. It fell on an endless series of pumps and drains that all inevitably failed at one point or another, leaving Starry feeling like things were going out of control and she couldn’t do anything to stop it… yet somehow, and despite her previous complaints about it, the vixen felt more at peace with that thought than ever before. She didn’t wake up every day cursing those mounds she had attached to her chest, neither did she have the energy to complain to the demoness about how much they had ruined her life, because frankly, they really hadn’t; Starry had never felt so good before, to the point where she was walking around fully nude even outside of her home and no longer cared what anyone said about the “demon fox” and how that was a portent of the end times. They didn’t even know the half of it.
Terza and Starry no longer needed to be next to one another to feel their link strengthening; the power transfer between the vixen’s multidimensional other selves and the succubus was on such a grand scale that it interfered with electronics between the two’s location, enough that, on any given day, a large chunk of the city was plagued by constant power outages and overloads, breaker boxes melting down in a cascade of sparks becoming a daily occurrence. Even at work, Starry couldn’t avoid things breaking down, normally a death sentence to an establishment that relied heavily on electronics, but perfectly acceptable seeing as the vixen worked there; no one came in for their coffee or snacks, but rather to sample a mouthful of the demonically-infused milk that constantly poured out of her colossal tits, the line of customers being at least half a mile long on a slow day.
Starry herself had taken well to the new routine, even if just a couple of months prior she would’ve found it downright abhorrent. Walking around was impossible, given that she was taller than the diner, thus requiring her to sit down on one end of the building with her back to one wall and her neck slightly bent forward. In front of her, her bust splayed over her lap, were the real moneymakers, permanently attached to a set of industrial milk pumps that were kept on at all times, lest something terrible happen; all it took was a momentary distraction for Starry’s productivity to grow out of control, and the moment that happened… well, the building was insured at least, though it was doubtful whether the company would pay off in the event of a growth burst-induced complete meltdown. Still, Starry was happy with her new arrangement; she got to milk herself on a regular basis, show off to the customers, and feel as her physical form slowly swelled with each passing day, having long since accepted the fact that her day of ascension was getting closer by the hour. Before long, she would be yet another of the many, many versions of herself that filled up the multiverse, and that was fine; she knew from day one that it would happen eventually, therefore making it completely pointless to try and fight it. Everything she had ever done had only ever been an attempt at slowing it down.
It all culminated in a night just like any other. The diner itself had already closed down, with Starry telling her boss she’d be sticking around to finish up their accounting reports before heading back home; justifying the sudden lack of any purchases while maintaining profits made for a massive fiscal headache… enough that Starry failed to notice that the breasts she was using as an impromptu table to hold up her laptop and assorted sheets of paper were somehow filling up; it was so gradual, and the vixen so used to that happening, that she didn’t even realize it was taking place until some of the previous months’ filings began to slide down her bust and onto the ground, prompting Starry to look to her side and realize that the suction cups were no longer attached to her. Left without something to actively drain them, her milkers began to expand to deal with her production, until finally even the vixen couldn’t ignore it.
Throwing everything onto the ground, Starry struggled to crawl her way towards the building’s entrance, finding it incredibly difficult to do so now that most of the space between the ceiling and floor was taken up by an overbloated pair of tits that refused to be dragged along, forcing her to bring all of her strength to bear on them. This resulted in quite a bit of rubbing of sensitive areas, nipples especially, causing the poor vixen to slowly lose control over her voice the closer she got to the exit. Valiantly, she held onto whatever was left of her sanity before trying to force her way outside; her boss ordered a set of double-wide, extra-tall doors installed precisely for her, one that took up most of the facade on that side of the building, and still they were now too tiny for her. Starry’s eyes widened at this realization, especially given she went through just fine at the start of her shift; sure, it was a tight fit, but it was a fit, and yet now, even a single one of her mounds was too large to go through the whole thing, even when she put all of her weight behind each push.
The road outside was flooded by her red-hot milk, spurts of it cracking the pavement wherever they landed and upending cars whenever anyone was unlucky enough to fail their dodge roll, sending parked vehicles flying with very little difficulty. Everything in front of the front door became a landscape of lactic bliss, coated in a thick, white sheet that seemed to emanate with plumes of steam from how intense the heat was. And with every squirt squeezed out of her, Starry moaned louder; with every gush of dairy, her breasts bloated even harder, until the vixen was no longer pushing herself forward by dragging her feet across the floor of the diner, but doing so by pushing off of the wall opposite the front door. Her bust was growing at an alarming rate, enough that each mound would soon be as big as she herself was… and that was a pretty good thought as far as she cared; poor thing was so addled by lust that merely thinking about a pair of tits bigger than her whole body was enough to get the insides of her hips lubricated with what had to be the quickest climax of her life, a bright red blush adorning her already scarlet-tinged cheeks. She was stuck between knowing she needed to empty herself and the incessant need to give in to the growthlust, and now, she was literally stuck inside of a building that wasn’t big enough to let her get out.
Starry was no longer in control there… but her body was. At about the same time as it got ready to do something about the vixen’s predicament, a few miles away, back in their house, Terza felt something odd: a tingling around her chest, almost like the sensation one felt when sitting on their arm for too long. She had never experienced it before, and though it wasn’t altogether bad, even the succubus knew better than to assume it was anything but disastrous; something big was going to go down, and there would be no stopping it.
Back in the diner, and with Starry now stuck in a perpetual moaning cycle, her bosom had officially taken up every cubic inch of space that wasn’t already occupied by the rest of the vixen’s body. She was flattened against the ceiling and the back wall, barely able to breathe, and yet continued to beg for more from no one in particular; at least, until her body listened and gave her exactly what she wanted. Seeing as the problem was having an excess of milk and a lack of a way to adequately vent it, even given the enormous spurts of liquid tearing through the buildings on the other side of the road, then clearly what she needed were more ways of ensuring her milk was emptied out properly. In the absence of any machinery, this meant more vents: in her case, more breasts.
It seemed like such a simple solution that, for a brief moment, Starry wondered how neither her nor Terza ever thought of it before. It felt so liberating to finally be free of the tight confines of architecture, the whole diner being reduced to rubble flying through the atmosphere when her second set of milk makers grew in underneath the first one, rapidly filling up and inflating to match the size of her first one. It didn’t make a lot of sense, but it did feel amazing, and it served to do exactly what it was meant to: in the few seconds she had before things went to hell and never returned, her extra set of mammaries did indeed help to drain her milk out faster… it was just a shame that they had their own supply to deal with, thus worsening the problem overall, but it was the thought that counted!
Unbeknownst to the vixen, there was a very good reason why the succubus never suggested the two of them go down that path. Terza, being linked to her mistress in ways that even she didn’t quite understand, was nonetheless well aware that a change on that caliber, especially done so quickly, would inevitably backfire in spectacular ways; indeed, the tingling on her breasts was the sign things were about to fall apart, and right before they did, the demoness sighed, sat down on the immensely oversized couch, and relaxed every muscle on her body.
First, her breasts expanded, each one doubling in size in an instant, completely covering her body and leaving the succubus pinned down by a pair of tits so unbelievably massive that they’d soon be developing their own gravitational pull. Then, just as she was getting ready to prepare to process this, her very own second set grew in underneath the first one, bloating to match its size and smacking her topmost row straight into her face; Terza believed this to be the end of it, as surely anything more drastic couldn’t possibly take place… right up until the tingling got worse and their expanded living room turned into a repository of breastflesh. Each one of her four breasts exploded with size, enough that, by the time they were “done”, each one alone was big enough to account for the size all four had been before the last growth spurt, leaving poor Terza completely pinned underneath the weight of her own bosom. And if that wasn’t enough, the succubus had to deal with a third pair of tits blossoming at the very bottom of her torso, not only pushing the first two up so much the ceiling began to crack, but triggering yet another cycle of inflation that ended up with every single one of her tits being nearly fifty times the size they used to be before the tingling started!
Terza could do very little but sit there and try to breathe while hoping to come up with an explanation, her ability to maintain the dimensional distortions growing weaker the more her bust continued to press against the boundaries of their hellish home. Luckily for her, no more changes came to pass in the immediate future… Unluckily for Starry, the link the two shared was about to pay off in a grand way.
While the succubus was off experiencing her own growthsplosion, Starry was enjoying a few minutes of peace and quiet underneath the moonlit sky, the cool breeze helping to keep her internal furnace of a heart under control and reducing her libido to merely hyperactive enough that she wanted to fuck her own tits until they were a million times larger than the planet, a welcome change to her usual fare. The vixen got maybe a couple of seconds of advance warning before the changes wrought to her lover’s body travelled down the energetic tether that held the two together and slammed into her at full speed, causing such an immense amount of psychic feedback that Starry’s voice cracked from how hard she yelped.
Immediately the vixen’s tits began to bloat yet again, each one gaining feet after feet while barreling through everything in their path, razing every building to the ground as if they were made of dust and ash, almost literally vaporizing them as if they were absolutely nothing. Starry’s body knew how big Terza’s multiple busts were, and seeing as it was the vixen who was supposed to be in charge there, figured the best way to use all that energy would be to force each one of her four breasts to grow to the point where they were all just slightly larger than all of the demoness’ busts combined. This obviously left the giant vixen stranded atop two pairs of milk factories that put even her enormous body to absolute shame, looking like nothing more than a measly add-on to the real stars of the show underneath her, sloshing infernally loudly as the jets of cream firing from her teats only became stronger with each passing moment. And the best part about it?
They were still filling up. And faster than normal as well; unbeknownst to the vixen, not only had her sudden development of another bust led to a reaction and counter-reaction due to her link with the succubus in terms of size, but it also had an effect on her productivity as well. This meant both that Terza was already producing her own cream at a dangerously fast pace, enough that everyone in their apartment building was wondering where the broken pipe was, but Starry’s own milkiness was spiked to absurd degrees, resulting in not only a much faster doubling-up rate, but also a quicker journey to the next step of her ascension. Because her body wasn’t done with her; if anything, suddenly developing a second row of milk makers and being stranded above them was only step one of goodness knows how many, and it wouldn’t do to just give Starry what she wanted by invoking an exponential growthplosion that made her bigger than the whole cosmos. No, no, no, she needed to earn that herself, through hard work, dedication, and a great deal of succumbing to her own lust that she had been holding back for so long.
Now free from the compunctions that had ruled over her when she was still the tiny, insignificant vixen that thought having breasts as big as herself was too much, Starry smiled, tapping into the same source of power that had been feeding her for the past weeks; she felt Terza on the other end of it, pinned down underneath her many busts and practically unable to move thanks to their weight, and giggled at the sight of the succubus having to slightly stretch their torso just to be able to accommodate for the extra pairs of tits, something she herself no doubt would have to do. As much as the demoness had been a great lover, and an even greater friend, now it was Starry’s turn to take over the material plane, and to do so, she required ample amounts of power; power that Terza could provide, assuming she was fine with being turned into a living gate of sorts.
Thus it was that the vixen tapped into the near-infinite amounts of demonic energy stored away inside of the hellish dimension the succubus had come from, forcing it through Terza’s body and then siphoning it via their very special link; the goal there was to make the rest of her own body grow large enough to be able to walk again, with Starry having many ideas on what to do now that her breasts were so large they could crush buildings. An “unfortunate” side effect of this was that some of the power she was gorging on just happened to stick Terza when it passed through her, not only making the demoness grow several sizes in just about everywhere, but also spiking her newly-discovered lactic production to levels that could rival Starry’s own… back when she was still room-sized, of course, no one could ever hold a candle to her in their new, improved form.
Within seconds, her body became large enough that it began to slide off the top of her quad-bosom, her feet touching the ground again before becoming strong enough to lift those weights attached to her chest. Straightening her back led to her head being far above most roofs in the city, giving Starry a perfect view of all the things she was fated to flatten once she got down to business and accepted her destiny as the new ruler of reality. Already she could feel the many other selves trying to break through the dimensional barrier, hoping to be the first to invade her timeline in order to pour the sum total of all that she was into the newest addition to their menagerie; our Starry, however, had other plans, better plans, plans that involved hijacking Terza’s involvement and not merely accepting her other selves’ gifts, but outright taking them for herself. She would not be satisfied with merely becoming like the other goddess Starries; she alone would stand amongst the entirety of the multiverse, and if anyone else like her wanted to complain, they were welcome to take it up with her after she was done absorbing every other version of herself.
Seeing as she was making her intentions well and truly clear, plus how shameless her theft was, the denizens of Hell were scrambling to try and stop her from going overboard before something truly irreversible happened. Never before had their dimension been breached by a mortal like that, and for good reason; being an infinite plane of highly-charged demonic energy, any attempt at siphoning it stood a non-zero chance of utterly obliterating reality even with the most self-contained of mortals. Starry, being Starry, was as far away from that description as possible; she was slurping up as much of that power as she could, paying no mind to the consequences, the effects rippling throughout the (literally) countless demons all working in tandem to try and stop her. Most would simply have their assets bloat as Starry imposed her will upon them, others transformed into foxlike versions of themselves, then turned to corrupt everyone else around them. Even the higher-level demonic bosses, those colossi that stood hundreds or thousands of feet tall and resided in burning brass fortresses wrought from the innards of conquered planets, began to feel the call, the allure of succumbing to a lust that was greater than even their own. The vixen was turning all of Hell into her personal playground, and doing so purely so she could siphon it more efficiently; she didn’t really care about its denizens, just that they stayed out of her way when she stole from them.
Once she was done, or at least done for the time being, Starry stood tall enough that even her oversized quad-tits looked only mildly massive on her, just enough that her lowermost pair hung below her knees while the topmost one made it hard for her to see… for now. They were still producing so much milk that their size was impossible to pin down by default, and now that she had given up trying to exert any level of control over herself, they were truly going wild with their productivity; if before Starry thought that doubling in size every hour was excessive, now she was downright distraught that she was only doing so every thirty minutes or so by her own estimate, even if the sizes involved were so colossal that the absolute values were off the charts compared to her previous state. Not to mention that she was still in full flow; her filling growth had doubled up even with four jets of milk constantly being pressure-hosed out of her swollen nipples, vaporizing whatever they were pointed at and doing a fantastic job of flooding the city’s sewer network; despite it doing its best, every single first floor of every single building in a mile radius was already underwater (or undermilk, as the case may be), with the creamy covering growth both wider in reach and taller at the same time. She was producing and outputting more milk than the entire world’s supply of dairy put together ever could, and yet still there was so much that she could see her breasts bloating in front of her eyes.
More was needed, but she was already draining Hell for all it was worth and leaving Terza a complete mess in the process; without her lover there to help her, there was little she could do but allow herself to fall to her knees and let her hands take over, both of which were just barely able to hold onto a teat each in order to enjoy the pleasures of treating herself like a milky moocow. Of course, the succubus wasn’t just going to take it all lying down, mostly because doing so ran the risk of leaving her smothered underneath her many bosoms; she had already burst free from the confines of the couple’s apartment building, reducing it to smouldering ash and burning rubble, and had been making the trip over to where the enormous Starry was busy tugging on her own tits. The demoness could barely think straight, her brain flooded with emotions she was never built to understand; all she knew was that her body needed to be bigger, because every time she took a step, one of her six (goodness, six) breasts rubbed up against something and it made her far too horny to function. With her milkiness being what it was, by the time the succubus was next to her lover, she was about as big as the vixen was in terms of height, though their bustline was still immeasurably smaller compared to Starry’s.
Unfortunately, it seemed as if her partner, the love of her life, was no longer there to welcome her, having succumbed to the allure of her wall of breastflesh. This was fine, this was alright; Terza could work with unbridled pleasure, that was her nature at the end of the day. And now that she had Starry right there and begging to be filled (which Terza interpreted as being directed at her rather than the vixen’s own tits), it was child’s play to divert some of the vast amounts of demonic energy coursing through her towards her nether regions, quickly developing a brand new, building-sized, twitching, throbbing cock with which to service Starry and make her belly be at least as large as one of her mounds. However, it was only after Terza allowed her shaft to grow upwards in order to give it the proper size that she realized she forgot one crucial detail; or rather six very important details. Three pairs of breasts creating three cleavages and six milk makers that all sloshed and pulsated with their insanely overproductive bounty, all there for her dick to grow into and be massaged from every side, right before it poked out the top and bumped her in the chin. Terza had thought she was capable of holding back her own lust. She believed herself strong enough to power through the arousal and deliver it to Starry instead.
She was wrong.
The demoness fell backwards onto a building that hadn’t yet been razed, leaving behind a cloud of dust and the occasional bit of concrete that miraculously escaped. Her own mind had blanked out, replaced with nothing but the amount of muscle memory required to use her hands, legs and feet to work her balls and breasts in a titfuck that would never, ever end, all while her whole body was still being forced to grow in every direction. If not for her cock’s tip being shoved into her mouth and giving her something to do with it, Terza’s moaning would absolutely have joined Starry’s own; as it stood though, only the vixen had the freedom and right to make her arousal known to everyone for several miles around, even if the noises were growing increasingly muffled thanks to the titanic amounts of boob sprouting from Starry’s chest.
Her quad-bust was rapidly approaching a breaking point, where the same process that had triggered her ascension would repeat itself and make the both of them so unbelievably immense that it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes for it to take place again, and again, until they were stuck perpetually developing more and bigger rows of milk factories until all of reality was naught but vixen tit and the occasional bit of demoness. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; neither of the two women were in any position to pass judgement on… anything, what with their minds having been reduced to their most primal instincts and unable to process anything that wasn’t the more barebones of instructions on how to pleasure themselves. In fact, by the time Starry’s body grew bloated enough that it decided it had to do something about it again, there was very little of the dominant Starry in there at all; her will had been imposed upon the world, and thus the world would answer, freeing the vixen up to focus on losing her mind in the process of becoming a new goddess of her world, the stepping stone to all of reality.
Thirty minutes. That’s how long it took before her breasts reached their “maximum” capacity and her body, sensing an opportunity to do something about it, decided to do what had worked so great before: give her more milkers in order to vent the excess productivity, or at least that being the excuse it told itself. In reality, it was nothing more than a convenient excuse to make the vixen even larger than she was, triggering a series of reactions that would leave both Starry and her demonic lover so unbelievably titanic that the planet would start to feel cramped afterwards. For the vixen didn’t just grow an extra pair like last time; in fact, she hadn’t done so the previous time either. What truly happened was her body doubled the number of breasts she had in order to provide an “out” for the excess production, so now that she had two rows…
The ground quaked underneath the onslaught of breastflesh that erupted from within Starry’s body, imposing itself onto the city and flattening an even larger chunk of it. The four new tits inflated to match the ones they sprouted underneath, once again pulling the vixen off her feet and onto a sloshing, wobbling bed of milky bosom that seemed to stretch forever no matter where she looked. Their size was already something of beauty, and yet it was clearly not enough; much like Terza before, each individual mound took a look at all others, realized it should be the size of them all combined, and then the city’s downtown area suddenly developed a very large crater that quickly filled up with milk, all while the white flood continued its inexorable rise to every building’s third floor. The sudden rush hit Terza like a freight train, and for a few brief, unbelievably ecstatic moments, the multi-breasted succubus, now more boob than sentient being, was bigger than Starry was… at least in total size. Three rows of tits each developing two more, every milk factory multiplying its size by the number of other breasts next to it… everything was bosom, everything around them. And as soon as Terza was done, it was Starry’s turn to undergo the multiplication again, and suddenly the downtown area just ceased to exist altogether, replaced with eight tits of such unbelievably excessive proportions that the vixen refused to make the rest of her body accompany their growth; it would be criminal for anything to be that size.
Starry breathed a moan of relief knowing she had a few minutes to rest before the real show started and her next multiplication kicked in. But that’s when she felt something she hadn’t the last time: a second wave. Another jolt of power that bounced back towards Terza before the vixen herself doubled her number of rows, a surge that turned the demoness into even more of a tittymonster than before.
A surge that hit Starry mere moments later.
The city was going to love this one.
