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🕑 Added 2021-01-15 15:16:56 +0000 UTCTAGS: Hyper/Extreme Hyper, Growth/Expansion, Milk/Lactation, Excessive Fluids, Multi
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The door closed behind them, sealing the two from the outside world and quite conspicuously activating the house’s dimensional compression system at the same time, though not yet distorting any of the space inside of those walls just yet. The lynx out in front had the toothiest grin imaginable stamped on their face, though the stud behind them wasn’t too far off; given the reason why they were even there, it was hard to fault the two for having all sorts of unwholesome things in the brain, especially given the sort of verbal foreplay they got up to before heading back to the cat’s home. Said feline didn’t waste any time heading directly to the living room, forgoing the use of their bed for a much wider (and compressible) area, betraying just what sort of activities they were expecting them to get up to; Zeus, being Zeus, follow them while taking off their coat already, leaving them in nothing but a t-shirt and pair of jeans, neither of which did anything to hide their sculpted and quite well-endowed body. By sharp contrast, the grey-furred lynx was quite plain, banal, even featureless in some ways, the very embodiment of “mundane” and “average”... though not for long.
Tim had been selling Zeus on the idea that they would be having full control of the proceedings for the better part of two months by that point, given how long the two had spent texting, sexting and whatever else with one another. Thousands upon thousands of highly imaginative and not at all family-friendly words exchanged between them and all that the pegasus really got out of it was that he’d managed to find the one shapeshifter on the planet that was not only fully onboard with his own ideas, but somehow managed to surpass him in sheer horny energy, an achievement and a half on its own. Thus, it didn’t at all strike him as surprising when his host, the moment the two of them were safely inside their living room, twirled around to face him and was already fully nude by the time they finished the pirouette; their body was incredibly bland and lacking in any sort of… anything, really, being nothing more than a proverbial plank of wood that carried nothing of interest on it. This wasn’t important though, since as Tim had more than once reminded Zeus, they deliberately chose this aesthetic in order to avoid the logistical issues that came with truly putting their inner self on display, plus it served to confuse people whenever they wanted to get a bead on just what the cat even was; all the feline had to do was carefully shift their facial features to keep people guessing, occasionally adding and removing pudge in just the right spots to confuse everyone around them for no reason other than their own personal amusement. It made for a good couple of chuckles during the two’s lunch date, but it mostly served as a reminder of just how perfect a control the lynx had over their own body, and just how much they were willing to change themselves should the opportunity arise; an opportunity that the two had just created the moment they closed the front door behind them.
The cat had promised Zeus that he would have full control over their form, that he’d be able to reshape and refine it until it was “to specification”, just the right kind of curves and proportions that tickled the stud’s pleasure centers in the right kind of way to get him all hot and bothered for when the two had to get frisky. It took a bit before Tim broke through the pegasus’ curtain of awkwardness though; for someone who was so normally upfront about what they liked and how much they enjoyed it, the concept of being able to just create their perfect mate seemed to press the right combination of buttons to make him quiver and shake all over, not knowing what to do when given such a splendid gift from an equally splendid source. As for the lynx, they were just happy to have found someone who could give them a run for their money in the horny department; so often they had to deal with subpar partners and would-be lovers whose tastes could only be defined as blasé at best, and downright mediocre at worst, that having that pegasus there in front of them was making their knees feel weak, doubly so when Zeus actually stepped forward and placed his hands on their body.
The stud would find the cat’s fur to be amazingly smooth and silky, almost as if its owner had just come out of a full-day spa treatment, and their body itself to be remarkably pliable and malleable; it was solid, of that there was no doubt, but it had so much squish to it that it betrayed the sort of transformative powers that were just waiting to be triggered by a particularly size-lusting pegasus such as himself. Gulping down once, then twice, Zeus took up position behind his would-be lover for the day, wrapping his arms around the lynx and bringing them into a tight, incredibly warm hug… all while his hands met with the feline’s non-existent bust, cupping breasts that weren’t there as he whispered sweet nothings into Tim’s ear about how amazing they’d look with a pair of tits big enough to cover their whole torso.
“Say when,” the cat whispered back, giving Zeus a dangerously toothy grin just as their chest began to warm up, their nascent bust pushing out against the stud’s hands as it not only filled his palms, but very quickly overflowed from between his fingers as well! The pegasus felt himself going from a half-mast to fully turgid in mere seconds, his jeans ripping apart at the seams already seeing as he “forgot” to bring the reinforced ones he usually wore whenever he actually wanted to remain decent; if the lynx bothered to look back, they’d be able to see plenty of cockmeat bulging out from the many tears in the denim, but fortunately they were too busy focusing on making their tits burgeon outwards, the pair rising like dough underneath the pegasus’ attentive fingers, pushing out so much that soon enough Zeus wouldn’t even be able to cover their areolae with his whole hand! Bigger and bigger they grew, kept going thanks to the stud’s unwillingness to tell the cat to stop, too mesmerized by how they slorshed and churned heavily after starting to produce cream of their own, jutting out from both sides of Tim’s torso until the amount of sideboob was wider than the lynx’s upper body was. Bigger and bigger they grew, heavy and teardrop-shaped, covering most of their body, until finally Zeus snapped back to reality and hastily demanded that they stop… which they instantly did.
The cat wasted no time in turning around to show off their new body to the one person responsible for it, forcing the stud to take several steps back once he saw that colossal bust spinning towards him. It was… it was something beyond enormous, so big that it occupied almost as much room between the two of them as he himself was tall; practically six feet of breastflesh just begging to be kneaded and worked over by experienced hands, and yet all the feline could do was tilt their head to the side, raise an eyebrow and offer their mate a quizzical expression, to which Zeus could only really mindlessly nod at, no longer worrying about the consequences of his unbridled lust. Not two seconds later, those gigantic tits began to rise upwards, though not because they were growing again; rather, a second pair had blossomed underneath them, leaving the poor cat stuck behind a titstack was definitely taller than either of them were, and wobbled visibly with each moment, four head-sized teats budding with milk droplets that fell heavily on the ground and told Zeus everything he had to know about what sort of body he had helped to create. Each heartbeat made those monsters, already big enough to completely cover most of the pegasus’ field of view, pulsate and throb, threatening to grow even larger if he wasn’t careful… and he wasn’t even done with the preparations yet.
The cat kept giving him that sly, toothy grin, the kind that only exposed a corner of their mouth and invited the pegasus to come hither and accentuate their figure even more. Zeus couldn’t help but notice that the feline’s features were also quite a bit more feminine than they had been before, and the few words of encouragement they provided came with a more melodious and soft tone than before, playing far too deploy into his own fantasies of having such an amazingly well-endowed partner to play around with; clearly, when the lynx told him that they were in the business of pressing buttons, they weren’t kidding around, because the moment the stud walked around them and planted both hands firmly on their hips, he could already tell that they were pudgier than before, and indeed responded quite quickly to his touch, flaring outwards at a pace quick enough to let the pegasus know that he’d have to keep his wits about him or risk ending up with a lover who, forget about fitting through doors, wouldn’t even fit in the room to begin with! This was easier said than done, given that the stud’s cock was already free from its confines from all of that visual and tactile stimulation, and given where it ended up pressing itself, the feline took the opportunity to start expanding their butt as well, shoving mass into their ass until even Zeus’ shaft was being consumed by its immense pudge. In fact, this ended up their salvation, as the cheeks pushing back against the stallion’s body became so large that he couldn’t keep his hands on those deliciously wide hips, forcing the lynx to stop, though the colossal rear they sported still went through some more expansion while the stud tried desperately to dislodge his cock from within that crevice in front of him. By the end, the cat was left more or less sitting down even while standing up, and after they equalized their hips with a snap of their fingers, turning those things into wide, soft slabs of impossibly thick meat that were about as massive as the cheeks behind them, that’s when Zeus completely lost control of himself.
The pegasus’ nuts slammed against the ground, filling to capacity and beyond just from the display of growth happening in front of him, all while his cock, already at full mast, underwent a secondary growth spurt and promptly smacked the ceiling, knocking Zeus back against the ground as he struggled to even breathe when presented with such an immense plush toy to play around with. And then… they turned around. Such a simple gesture on the lynx’s part, and yet one that completely and utterly shattered whatever remained of the stallion’s mental resistance; given their size, girth and weight, even something as simple as slightly glancing to the side caused such an immense amount of noise, be it from the wobbling flesh, the clapping cheeks or the four churning tits attached to their chest, that it was impossible for Zeus not to be overwhelmed by all of it. But of course, Tim wasn’t merely turning their head around, but their whole body, and the resulting thundering and shaking of the room, the looming form of the engorged lynx, those glistening bedroom eyes that shone in the small amount of dark created by their body blocking out the light coming in through the window, that hungering smile of pearly white, shiny teeth, all of it screamed “Fuck me” from top to bottom, a desire that not only had to be fulfilled, but needed to be as well. It was a law of nature: that cat needed to get railed.
What a stroke of luck then, that they ended up being about as squishy and impact-resistant as their body seemed to suggest they were, how lucky that they took the stallion directly head-on and only replied with a slight bit of bouncing before allowing themselves to topple backwards, offering their entire bustline and two cleavages for Zeus to shove his colossal rod into and thrust to his heart’s content. How lucky that their ass and thighs were so unbelievably fat that they served as a perfect platform for the stallion to climb onto, giving him something to sink his hooves into in order to have as much leverage as he needed to shove his hands into the lowermost pair of tits and start frantically jackhammering into the tight confines of the four milk-makers that were, all together, taller than he himself was. And how lucky that the door was locked, the dimensional compressors were activated, and thus the cat could work towards putting all of that delicious, nutritious spunk already spurting from Zeus’ tip towards even more of themselves: more titflesh, more thigh, more ass, more leg, more milk, more everything, slowly bloating in every direction and even going so far as to outright increase their own height in order to better carry all those oversized assets, giving the stud a living canvas upon which to paint their masterpiece… and quite literally so, at that.
If not for the lynx’s body being so heavily absorbent, there was no doubt in either of their minds that the living room would’ve been flooded in cum already, or at least had a significant portion of it left creamy white after the stallion’s furious ministrations began in earnest. But, once again luckily, it just so happened that Tim was more than happy to take every last drop and have it sink into their body, each load glistening ever so slightly on their fur for a few seconds before being thoroughly taken away and reprocessed into even more cat for the stud to play around with. In many ways, it was like being surrounded by body pillows in every direction, a marshmallow-like heaven from which no one with half a brain would ever think to run away from… hence why Zeus’s immediate reaction to it was trying to find a way to make it even bigger and more constricting, to add to the growth until it went out of control and the two of them were left stranded and stuck inside the lynx’s living room, the lynx themselves far too big to move or dislodge either of them from within the comfy, warm folds of their immense body. And, despite the obvious risks inherent in making such a wish a come true, the feline was excited to finally have a partner that could make such a thing come true, especially one as productive and eager to fill them as Zeus was.
Perhaps, they thought, they could finally feel satisfied by the time they were done.
For the time being, however, the two had better things to worry about, things such as finding just how stretchy the cat happened to be or how big the stallion could make himself before his body gave out and his poor heart stopped working given the sheer amount of blood it had to pump to keep him at those sizes. Perhaps it was the dimensional compressors working their magic, or the feline’s very presence that caused such changes, but Zeus was finding himself quite a bit bigger than usual; it wasn’t altogether unusual for him to go through two growth spurts whenever he was sufficiently aroused, especially around bigger partners. The first one was the same kind that every other male of his kind experienced when subjected to standard arousal, merely magnified tenfold by his being well-endowed, and the second one was reserved exclusively for hypers of his breed, the kind whose sole, main motivator once the clothes came off was to, well, breed; thus, their bodies often went through a second period of explosive growth, where not only did their shafts practically double in size (if not more), but their nuts filled with seed to such a degree that cases of breeders becoming immobilized if blueballed weren’t exactly unheard of. Not that Zeus would have to worry about that last one, of course; if there was anyone in that room more eager to be filled, it was that colossal cat that he was riding on, the very same one who had turned a simple exercise in lewd sculpting into one of excessive self-indulgence and maddening growth, to the point where the pegasus couldn’t even tell which way was down or where on their body he happened to be.
Sometimes he’d look up and notice what had to be the curvature of a breast, but then turn to the side and swear he was looking at a thigh, or even an asscheek. Sometimes he felt as if he was thrusting into the two cleavages the lynx sported and yet somehow he was getting splashed with milk from behind him, thoroughly confusing him for a few seconds until the fluids began to pour down from in front. Even more perplexing was the fact that things actually made sense if he bothered to slow down just enough that he could actually take in what was going on around him, as if Tim was deliberately playing on his level of awareness to become more or less solid and sensical, allowing themselves to become a pseudo-blob of curves and excessive proportions whenever they felt their lover was sliding down to the realms of pure muscle memory. Perhaps if Zeus were in a better state of mind he might’ve cracked a joke about Schrodinger's Cat, but as most of his brain was dedicated entirely towards focusing on the rutting, the one thing he could think about at that point was how curious that, no matter how hard he tried, he could never find an “end” to the lynx’s body; just more pudge, more curves, more softness, more warmth, more silky fur, more love to be had.
Meanwhile, he was hounded by their voice no matter how loud he himself was. The plapping and wet thwapping of his nuts against… pretty much anything that happened to be around him was loud enough to drown out his own thoughts, and yet the stallion could still hear Tim’s squeaking moans and their cries for more regardless of how hard he put his all into his mad, frantic pistoning; worse still, the voice seemed to come from everywhere around him, fitting given that he himself was surrounded on all sides by a body that appeared to grow in large, misshapen bursts of size that made no sense until he actively tried to make some out of them. Not that he did; the only focus was on finding soft flesh to hang onto and more of it to thrust himself towards, and there was never any shortage of that, nor was the lynx anything less than immediately responsive. If Zeus even so much as thought about having his room-length cock surrounded by breastflesh on every side, suddenly he’d find himself titfucking those two pairs of enormous milk makers, his hands sunk all the way up to the elbow in the titanic tanks of creams while still feeling their embrace on every other part of his body. If he wished to be plowing that deliciously pudgy rear of theirs, then suddenly he’d be looking at a massive cat, splayed out in front of them with their ass sticking up, looming over him and all-but commanding the stallion to come and get it, to shove his shaft directly between those room-sized cheeks and fill them as best as he could. And, if by some random chance Zeus just so happened to desire something a bit more intimate, something that would truly satisfy his breeder’s instincts to the point where he’d be forcing his body to approach a third growth spurt, then what else would he be looking at other than two gigantic thighs on each side of him, their legs spread apart to give him a perfect view of a love tunnel that was nothing if not irresistible, enough that the stud’s own body seemed to react to it automatically by moving itself forward and thrusting its cock directly into the surprisingly tight and welcomingly warm slit.
If there was anything that Zeus regretted, it was his inability to give the lynx everything that he could. Were the feline any smaller, the stallion might just have grabbed both their legs, held them underneath his arms and twisted them until Tim was left sideways and wide open to a rutting powerful enough to leave them unable to walk properly for the following days to come. Maybe, if the pegasus was feeling particularly frisky, he would’ve just bent those things over until the cat’s feet were next to his ears and fucked that gorgeous giant(ess?) in a mating press that would last for hours on end. But instead, and for the first time in his life, it was him who found himself as the small one, surrounding on every side by curves and pudge that he had helped to create, that he had encouraged to exist purely for his own amusement; and while others might have found this prospect daunting, to Zeus it served as little more than a reminder that it was now his duty to show that cat just what he had in store for them, to prove that not only could he live up to the expectations that he himself helped create, but could surpass them as well. And as his brain was busying itself thinking these entirely useless and pointless thoughts, his body was already getting busy turning the lynx into yet another in the long gallery of partners who screamed for Zeus’ name so loudly their voice broke in half; the only difference being that, once it came back so they could beg for more, it kept turning more and more feminine with each word, each sound, almost like the cat was deliberately toying with the stallion’s transformative fantasies and turning themselves into the perfect broodmother that their lover so desperately wanted them to be. Really, the only thing would be for them to actually get bred, but Zeus had serious doubts over whether that would even be possible.
Still, the room kept expanding, its compression layers activating one after the other as the lynx continued to push against the limits of their own home, no longer caring about what they did or whether or not it was dangerous to do so. All that mattered was that Zeus was there, Zeus had a cock bigger than the living room itself had been before the spatial distortions were activated, and Zeus was more than happy to put it to good use even past the point where his body should have collapsed in on itself from pure exhaustion. It didn’t matter to either of them anymore; the lynx provided all the energy necessary, feeding the stallion via their nutritious milk without the stud even realizing it was happening, while the pegasus kept on doing what he did best: jackhammering into tight slits and grunting so loudly that Tim found their cheeks were blushing brightly enough for their warmth to be felt even without bringing their hands up to touch them. The two of them were very lucky that the apartment was soundproofed and thoroughly insulated, or else they would’ve had to deal with a dozen complaints about public disturbance and indecency even before they got to the point they were at right then and there, with the feline taking up most of the space available within their living space and Zeus’ bucking causing so much spillage that, if not for the fact that the cat’s body was hyper-absorbent, then the drains on the floor would get their first proper workout in months, if not years; thankfully for everyone involved, Tim was more than happy to soak up every drop of cum being spilled on and in them, using them to improve upon their design even more, to bulge outwards and upwards until they were the physical manifestation of all of the stallion’s dreams and desires.
Thus the two of them fell into a rut, and quite literally so, as their primal instincts took over and allowed their minds to wander while their actions grew rougher and more haphazard, their muscle memory no longer capable of holding back the rampant, mindless desire that left the two lovers in a state more befitting that of an animal or mindless beast than that of a thinking creature. They were lust and desire, love and carnal pleasure all wrapped up into one huge, colossal, girthy, veiny, throbbing, pulsating, churning, sloshing package that only grew in every quality with every second that passed and each motion of the pegasus’ hips that added more liquid fuel to the fire. Soon enough the alarm bells would start ringing, telling two people that did not care that the compression layers were reaching their first safety limit and that it was “recommended” that they slow down, something that both Zeus and Tim were more than happy to ignore. Their bodies wouldn’t last for much longer anyway; with the cat practically in full flow already, their overengorged physique practically imploding from the amount of pleasure it was feeling, and the stallion very much slamming into a brick wall in an attempt to break through it and achieve climax, it was only a matter of time until the latter exploded into the former and the two experienced true heaven, no longer caring about whether or not they would end up destroying the apartment building they were in or not. It was a genuine threat as well; given the size of them, and the lynx in particular, the whole complex would be reduced to rubble if the compressors built into the house were to give up even before the floodgates were open, making it more than a certainty that, should the whole thing fail to contain them, there would be so much damage that the happy couple would be paying it off for months to come.
But they didn’t care. All that mattered was fucking and rutting, breeding and filling and growing until their physical forms could no longer take the physical and emotional beating, until the two of then ran headlong onto their edge and then flew off of it with abandon, happily throwing themselves off the cliff and down into the depths of depravity when they finally, at very long last, succumbed to the signals their brains were trying to give them and climaxed. It would’ve been bad enough if the lynx alone had gone through it, given that their orgasms tended to be of the “explosively growing” variety; the house itself began to groan and creak in every direction as its underlying structure was stretched to the breaking point just by the initial growth spurt, the compression layers struggling to keep up with what the cat was doing to them, even after deploying the second emergency stack of distortions and running their internal generators on maximum overclocking. It was difficult to tell just what exactly was growing, given their body had more or less lost most of its consistency and turned into an endless ocean of thighflesh, tits, asscheek and milk pouring all over everything, filling the room with nothing but hand-filling pudge for Zeus to personally enjoy. And this wasn’t even taking into account what Zeus himself did to that poor lynx.
To call the stallion’s release “magnificently overblown” would itself be an enormous understatement. Even while constantly dripping with spunk through the course of their hour-long liaison with the feline, even while dumping gallons upon gallons of his fertile seed with each thrust, the stud’s nuts had continued to bloat and swell with unspent spunk, heralding just what kind of climax was in store for Tim once they broke through their lover’s barriers and forced them to unload completely. And indeed, the moment those things clenched and sent the first wave of cum flooding into the lynx’s womb, there was no stopping them from bwoompfing outwards and taking out just about everything but the very last and very strongest of emergency measures when it came to the spatial distortions keeping the two lovers on the inside of the house. Rather than attempt to adapt, this last-ditch system merely magnified the current size of the living room by a hundredfold by cannibalizing every other compression device in the house, shutting the door and sealing it in order to preserve the integrity of the rest of the structure when that one bubble was expanded to provide so much size that there was no realistic way that Tim could ever fill it all.
But they did. In fact, not only did they fill it, but by the time Zeus was done and his explosive release was finished, there was no space left for anything but Tim and himself, all of the upholstery, shelves and even the bloody TV having been crushed into a thin layer of dust on a remote, tiny fraction of the lynx’s curves. Once finished, the stallion couldn’t even collapse; he was literally stuck, unable to move from just how much cat was all around him, surrounded on every side by warmth and soft, by the panting and gasping for breath of their lover, whose voice was utterly unrecognizable from what it had been before. He knew, at that point, that he had finally done it: he was finished, he was satisfied, he was empty, for the first time in his entire life; like a veil had been lifted from his eyes, he now saw what it was look to experience a true orgasm, something that he had never really gone through before, a release of such unimaginable proportions that he actually felt spent for once. And the lynx wasn’t much better; their mind was an utter mess of confusing emotions and conflicting ideas, both wanting to go for a second round and recognizing that doing so would be impossible with how little stamina they had left. One thing, however, they knew for a fact:
They weren’t done yet. There would be a round two… eventually.
