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A White Christmas (Random writing for baasnbutts)
🕑 Added 2020-12-26 14:56:40 +0000 UTCTAGS: F/F, Cumflation, Hyper, Growth/Inflation
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The door closed softly behind the Lugia after she squeezed back inside, taking care not to bump her head against the ceiling like she usually did. It was a wonder how it even happened after she’d been living there for so long, but being as tall as she was, clumsiness and a complete lack of spatial self-awareness kind of came along with the package. Besides, she wasn’t so much worried about that as she was the very odd and very indicative sounds coming from their living room, which were nothing if not a warning of what the rest of her night was about to turn into. Indeed, all it took was for her to round the corner to get a good eyeful of what, or more precisely who, awaited her, sitting on the couch not looking at the TV that just happened to be on and playing some of the many terrible Christmas movies that constantly ran on repeat that time of the year. The Lugia tutted loudly, wondering to herself whether one day she’d ever come home to see Holly wasn’t so incredibly pent up that she practically had a couch of her own attached to her body; then again, was that not the point of the whole relationship? It left them both hot and bothered, hence why the baa never bothered to empty out whenever the two’s schedules happened to diverge like they did that day. At least they had the decency to look to the side and give her a wave… or at least try to; Holly’s strength was always drained to near-zero whenever she decided to do something stupid like not jack off for an entire day, her mind completely devoted to keeping herself in check. If it wasn’t, the living room would probably be coated in an inch-thick layer of spunk by then, and that was just wasteful.
The Lugia bent down and squeezed into the room, already taking off her shirt and jeans in order to throw them as far away from the disaster zone as possible. Both of them knew what was going to happen, and she liked those clothes, so best make sure they were far removed from yet another of their fill-up sessions; well, she called them fill-ups, Holly would probably refer to them more as just regular “maintenance”, given how productive her body was. Not a day went by that she didn’t have to use the bathroom for recreational purposes at least three or four times, and her current size was exactly what happened when she didn’t: nuts so engorged that she could roll up and fit inside of them a couple of times over, and a cock kept permanently turgid and longer than she herself was tall. It throbbed on each heartbeat, as did those cum factories beneath her, and yet the one thing that the baa could think of was how insufficient it still was to deal with her Lugia partner; not that it would stay that way for long, provided that said Poké-gal knew what she was doing.
And she knew what she was doing; those hands were practically magical.
The larger of the two was already licking her lips at the prospect of servicing her lover’s shaft after a long day of work. The results were always magnificent; she hadn’t always been seventeen feet tall, nor possess a pair of breasts big enough to cover her whole torso and an ass wide enough to break through any door that wasn’t built with her in mind; she used to be quite a bit smaller before she and Holly met, and the baa proceeded to slam her cock straight onto every button the then-smaller Lugia happened to have. One could be mistaken for thinking Cynthia was the dominant force in the relationship, but one would be dreadfully mistaken; as much as she adored to play the role of the doting mother figure, it was very much Holly who called the shots, even when she was so out of it that her only thoughts were to empty out in the nearest willing “victim”. Cynthia, meanwhile, was so eager to get her hands on that shaft that the whole building shook when she dropped to her knees, tongue licking her lips and fingers moving that colossus directly into her enormous, cavernous cleavage. She could feel its warmth, and even better, she could sense as its girth and length were further increased the more it was stimulated; ‘twas a wonderful perk of the baa’s anatomy that, rather than actually emptying out, her body (or, well, certain specific parts of it) just kept getting more engorged before she was given sweet release. The Lugia didn’t really care; if anything, having a cock that grew into a size that could give her a run for her money was nothing short of a dream come true, and as long as she got to coo and pet her precious little baa all while unashamedly drooling and licking their cock at the same time, then she wasn’t about to complain. Holly was… well, Holly was slightly too concerned with the sheer pressure building up inside of her to do much of anything but moan and bleat helplessly whenever she felt any sort of touch on the part of her partner, though she did look up with her glazed-over eyes and give them a sort of broken half-smile with her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth.
Just like every other time, all it took was Cynthia letting gravity do half of the work for Holly’s junk to start responding in the way it did best, bulging outwards as the thick dollops of pre bubbling from her it grew along with it, until it felt less like the Lugia was trying to fit a toothpick in a large corridor and much more like a proper cock that could barely be contained by even her significantly oversized mounds; it was amazing how quickly it grew, seeming to react to each tug, each pull, each time that she squished her tits together and against it, every time feeling more and more cockmeat between them, until it reached the point where its top section, flooding everything around it with the contents of those similarly-swelling nuts, began to emerge from her almost obscenely deep cleavage. Down below, still stuck on the couch, Holly could do naught but grit her teeth and do her best not to sink her hands, feet and legs into her balls… much. It was inevitable that it would happen, but given that doing so only made them produce faster in preparation for the release, she’d grown to avoid overdoing it, at least when she could be bothered to remember such a thing.
Today was not that day. It was Christmas, after all, so some part of her mind told her that her lover needed an especially large gift, hence why the baa immediately resorted to rubbing as much of herself over her cum factories as she could, urging them to produce more, faster, stronger, the immense orbs gurgling excessively loudly as their diameter and circumference grew distressingly quickly, along with a shaft that seemed intent on not just matching the size of the chest-obscuring breasts it was being serviced by, but surpassing it, much to Cynthia’s own surprise. The bleating only got louder as Holly’s mind struggled with the overload of sensations it was being made to deal with, no conscious thought remaining but the burning need for her to get some release, for her to empty out and forget about that terrible decision to save up for when Cynthia got home. Yet, at the same time, she couldn’t help but be utterly delighted with her ridiculous choice; the Lugia looked so happy when her cock hit them in the chin before they could even react, looked so awfully appreciative when she could open her mouth and welcome that rod into it without having to bend her neck in any way. Sure, it needed a little bit of readjustment, seeing as that rod was about big enough to start scraping against the ceiling if allowed to stand at full mast unimpeded, but Holly’s partner was nothing if not inventive, she could find a way… even if it meant bringing it to an increasingly horizontal state so she could impale herself on it, hoping to receive quite a filling after she was done.
‘Twas a crying shame that the baa couldn’t do anything but sit there on an increasingly-fuller throne of nuts; would’ve been nice if her body was big and strong enough for her to actively thrust into her lover’s waiting mouth, but unfortunately she had to rely entirely on the Lugia to do that job for her. Thankfully for the both of them, said Poké-gal was more than enthusiastic when it came to servicing that colossal rod bulging her throat out, and the only reason she didn’t put even more energy behind it was because they still needed the living room to be inhabitable after they were done. The TV though? That would probably not last the night.
Didn’t take long before the first proper spurts of cum started blasting down the Lugia’s throat. It was inevitable, really; as much as Holly’s pre was already leaky enough to put most proper males’ full releases to shame, it was still nothing in comparison to what she was truly hiding in those couch-sized nuts of hers. The pressure within them was so high, the sheer amount of muscle power in that cock so unbelievably tense, that her body just couldn’t help itself; all it took was an errant twitch, a slightly harder-than-normal press or an outright squeeze on the part of either woman and suddenly Cynthia had gallons of the stuff being fired down her throat and directly into her belly, which was already starting to look like someone had stuffed a hose down it and left it on full blast. It was amazing how the effects were mounting even before the baa had reached climax, but that was par for the course when it came to the two of them; again, the Lugia hadn’t always been seventeen feet tall, and Holly was nothing if not extremely helpful and proactive in providing nutritious, heavy meals.
By that point, the giantess was already flat on her back and had her throat distended by the cock she had swallowed and forced herself to take. It was an odd position to be in, but the reason for it became apparent as soon as the bulge formed by the rod went all the way from her open maw to where her stomach was supposed to be: with such an enormous volume of cockmeat so obviously visible inside of her body, she could literally hug it like a body pillow and proceed to give a full bodyjob, including her immense breasts in the process! It was a little something that the couple could only ever do when Holly was at full mast just like then, when each of her squeaking moans and surprisingly powerful bleats seemed to add inches onto her nuts and shaft, when the poor baa was left trembling and shaking as the sensations coursing through her body and mind left her a complete wreck. Her hooves were lodged on her balls, her hands playing with her own, comparatively-minute breasts, her throat scratchy and aching from how much of a workout it was getting, only adding to the suite of unwholesome noises filling the living room alongside the wet slurping and drooling coming from the Lugia underneath her. Holly was now at the mercy of a package that had bloated and swelled to become several times bigger than she was, but just large enough to give her partner the time of her life as she further and further impaled herself on its length, their stomach filling with load after load of spunk, growing ever more wobbly and sloshing with each passing second.
It couldn’t last. Neither the baa nor the Poké-gal were possessed of infinite stamina, especially seeing as the former had spent several hours deliberately withholding herself from climax. It was short, but it was sweet; barely ten minutes passed from the moment the Lugia walked into the house to when Holly let loose an incredibly loud bleat that somehow turned into a deliciously whorish moan, one that melted into a squeak that then died off and left the tinier of the two silent as her body took the rest from there. The nuts spreading her legs apart clenched with such might that both her and the giantess impaled on her cock could see them emptying out each time they did, the Lugia’s eyes practically bulging out as she felt the shaft inside of her bloat to a good one and a half times its size just to be able to deal with the immense loads of cum it was being forced to vent inside of their belly. Each one made the previous one look small, each one left her so colossally stuffed that Cynthia had to rotate in order to lie on her side, lest she become buried by her own gut; even still, that ballooning cum dumpster took up a distressingly large amount of room, pushing the TV away and outright smashing the glass table the two had just bought, ruining the upholstery just as the carpet was inundated with backblasted cum pouring out of the Lugia’s mouth, even her tightly-packed mouth not being enough to seal away every drop. The release lasted… a long time, it was hard to keep track of it when they got into those sorts of things with such gusto; all either of them knew was that Holly’s package slowly, but surely, began to shrink down as she emptied out her cumtanks, until the baa was left at about the same size that she usually was: still too large to really wear anything at all without it being obvious, but at least small enough that she could actually walk without having to waddle… much. It also allowed the Lugia to actually breathe properly again, as soon as it shrunk down enough to not be stuffing their airways; similarly, it was a source of relief for Holly, who could finally rest easy after a whole afternoon of holding herself back.
The same could not be said for Cynthia, who, much like every other time the two women got together and lost control like that, looked more like a gigantic cumgut that happened to have a person attached to it. Were she to stand up, it would probably end up being nearly as tall as she was, leaving her feeling quite relieved she had the presence of mind to flip over and let that thing take over the rest of the living room rather than pin her down underneath its warm, wobbling, sloshing weight. It would’ve been nice to be buried underneath it, but then how was she supposed to enjoy the afterglow? Getting railed by a cock the size of her body was one thing, but that wasn’t the reason that she came home every day; no, that much was Holly, who was now busy trying to get her bearings after one of the biggest discharges of the whole year. The baa was clearly disoriented, barely able to stand, let alone walk, but somehow managed to make her way over to where her lover was lying down; not really a challenge, given that their cum-stuffed stomach was so close that all Holly had to do was trip and fall forward only to be caught by it, something she did so quickly that Cynthia was left thinking if it wasn’t deliberate. The baa happily rubbed herself all over that enormous cumgut, using her arms and even her legs like she was trying to make a snow angel on the distended skin; the goofiest smile was stamped on her face, accompanied by short, almost inaudible bleats, the kind she let loose whenever she feeling that particular kind of happiness that came with snuggling a loved one in front of a fireplace in a cold winter’s night. Too bad the last time they did that was the previous year; Cynthia was way too large for that now.
“Enjo-” - the Lugia’s attempts at speaking were interrupted by a burp, one that came with a hefty dose of cum along with it - “Good lord, enjoying yourself there, hun~?”
Holly replied by sighing and allowing her body to slide down the side of that gigantic belly, landing flat on top of her cock… which just so happened to be the perfect size for her to use as a body pillow now.
“It’s so warm…” she ended up saying dreamily, her eyes still firmly closed.
“Are you talking about me or your dick?” Cynthia quipped, “Because I could go for both at this point.”
Another giggle, another adorably tiny bleat, and Holly struggled to get back on her feet before moving forward and outright plopping herself onto her partner’s chest, her yoga ball-sized nuts landing directly on the Lugia’s face. It took quite a bit before Holly readjusted herself to actually be able to give her lover a smooch, at which point the giantess was sweating profusely and having to hold herself back from outright begging for another filling; having to listen to those cum factories throb so loudly and so closely was always terrible for her mental health and libido. At least she had a cute lil’ baa to smooch her and pretend like nothing had happened, her face about as innocent as one would expect from a member of her species that wasn’t carrying around a cock the size of her own body.
“You’re the best pillow…” Holly mumbled, sleepy and about to fall unconscious from exhaustion alone, “you’re so warm…”
“And whose fault is that, huh?” Cynthia teased, only to receive a gentle bap on her muzzle, “I kid, I kid… still not my fault though!”
“Oh my god, you’re terrible!” the baa snapped, nonetheless letting out a quick chortle that descended into a prolonged, contented sigh, “I love you, hun.”
Those words always worked. They were even better than the stuffing that Cynthia just received. Enough for a great big boobhug as well.
“I love you too. Merry Christmas, honey.”
