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Phen's Relief
🕑 Added 2025-07-23 10:42:26 +0000 UTCI'm back from a trip to the old country, bearing story gifts (that has yet to be edited), but also with enough pent-up writing energy to get out a vignette of what happens when a hyperbird takes a load off. Enjoy!
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Phen’s figure almost didn’t fit through her front door upon her return. It only got worse once she stepped inside and undressed: Her hips widened, her breasts grew, and her still barely contained cocks and cunts bulged through her boxers like the compression-grade fabric might burst any second.
The relief of getting home after a long trip is a universal blessing. But few feel it as intensely as a hyper, having kept themselves constrained for hours and hours upon end to fit in the tight spaces of public transport—it would be terribly rude to crash a plane for letting the true size of your junk spill out for only just a second.
Phen felt it more than most. Despite the practiced ease with which the phoenix shifted her size, the strain of keeping herself small—of fighting against the tide of her body’s natural state of constant, escalating growth—still added up. And now that she was home? Well, no wonder her curves grew catastrophic in an instant.
For a second, she considered if saving her bra was worth delaying the inevitable expansion of her tits. It was a second too long; her boulder-sized breasts made the decision, overflowing the cups and stretching the thing apart, her thick, dark nipples growing bigger and puffier by the moment—so big that they deserved cups of their own as her crimson-feathered chest filled her front entirely and hung down past her hips.
Her hips, which made a mockery of the term ‘waspish’. Hourglasses were shaped like her, not the other way around. She had a big ass, and she liked it that way. She liked it even better as it grew thicker, rounder, her immense thighs widening with softness and strength. Returning through the front door would be impossible—and her growth spurt wouldn’t slow until her fat butt filled a sofa by itself.
It was an unfair comparison. She filled anything, eventually—unashamed assisted by the fact that her already towering height grew taller by the second. She didn’t even have to think about it, it was a natural state of affairs, a law of physics. Phen grows bigger. Always. Only her tenuous truce with the universe prevented her head from going through the roof; in her apartment, sizes changed to fit her. She only kept the front door at its regular size, the better to amuse herself with seeing how much larger she had grown in the time since her arrival—and so it was with a self-satisfied smirk that she noted the top of the door frame disappearing behind the shelf of her ass.
But Phen wasn’t just a ‘Bigger!’ kind of girl. No, there was more to life than that. Literally, More. Not only counting the two sets of junk between her legs—already multiplying to four fat pairs of cocks and balls as she squeezed them—but more in every way she could be. Including cloning—which explained the perfect twin of Phen who appeared in front of her out of nothing. One moment, she was one. The next, she was two.
She smiled at herself. No words were needed. Her twin, every bit as big and bountiful and—most significantly—growing, stepped in, pressing tits and cocks together as they kissed. She squeezed her own ass, cooing at the co-mingling sensations of getting to play with such a thick, sexy ass, and the rebounding feelings of being touched and toyed with. It only made her curves more eager to expand; finally, beyond the limits of her underwear, which split and tore.
The birds shared a grin, the duplicate (if such a distinction mattered) hooking her fingers into the waistband of the original’s rapidly failing boxers and pulled them down. Instantly, her cocks were released—already presenting an obscene bulge and showing the reality to be far, far bigger, her four immense shafts were beyond ‘third leg’ territory and closer to outsizing the bird herself. She liked that—and the mere sentiment was enough to pile dozens of inches more onto her outrageously virile lengths.
Her clone took one of her cocks into her arms, peppering the tip with kisses and squeezing it between her gigantic, crimson-feathered tits. Her second, third, and fourth shaft got the same treatment; the appearance of three more mirror images of herself barely registered in her mind. It was second nature, duplicating with nothing but a thought. She sighed, letting her other selves pamper her—cocks swelling, more from sheer growth than actually getting hard, pumping fat loads of precum onto her faces and her tits; her huge, sweltering balls bloating bigger by the second, too productive to empty even as they squirted tubs, lakes, or seas of her omni-virile baby-batter; even her cunts, tucked away behind her more attention-grabbing male equipment, bulged outwards, swelling, gushing, growing. The room filled with her heat and her scent as semen and femmecum squirted onto the floor and the walls, filling her apartment by degrees. And yet, she still wanted more.
Another split: Her obscenely girthy cocks multiplied again, producing eight shafts now twice as tall as her own towering stature. More Phens appeared to service them, gleefully ignoring the problem—if one viewed it that way—that they all brought eight similarly titanic fuckrods along with them—and four balls for each, stacking higher and higher behind each well-shaped rear as they grew. Another Phen appeared behind the first, diving face-first into her ass and huffing her scent like a woman possessed. A second and a third joined her, pushing in to service her four plump pussies and the broken water main’s worth of cuntjuice spilling from each. Only a select few can boast of sitting on their own face. Phen’s ass was fat enough to sit on several.
She let her feet be pushed off the floor at this point. Her cocks—not only growing in spurts, now, but continually, pushing out of her crotch like some kind of sexy sausage machine—were big enough to lift her, and her balls—four pairs for each—rose like a throne. This was her natural state of being. The eternal explosion of excess, the epitome of hyper indulgence made manifest. She grabbed her cocks and moaned, making them split again—and again. Her clones numbered in the dozens, lavishing the most exquisite attention on herself; kissing, sucking, tit-fucking, and finally, taking those veiny battering rams of cockflesh deep inside their own greedy cunts.
Phen threw her head back, moaning at the multiplying sensations, spreading between all of her like ripples in water. She lifted her tail, eagerly welcoming the fat, black cock-tips that materialized instantly against her big, eager cunts. They were the size of towers, skyscrapers by now—and yet she took them without a moment’s hesitation, only moaning harder as she made them grow and multiply inside her—and inside every other Phen, who twitched and thrusted in a wonderful chain reaction that saw them all cumming and growing in an endless, multiplying progression.
“Yes!” she breathed, gleefully, gazing proudly upon the landscape of cocks and curves that surrounded her. Fat tits and fatter asses bouncing in the wonderful synchronicity that only a hivemind can produce, shafts and balls endlessly doubling in size, endlessly multiplying—into the hundreds, the thousands, and beyond. Some of her chose to show the herculean loads of cum bloating their bellies, feathery tummies growing taut and sloshy as they cumflated beyond their owners, big as mountains. Others simply held it inside without their figures ever betraying a hint of the ever-churning oceans of molten cum they held inside them. And others still spent the mass as quickly as they took it, growing bigger and better with every gushing load.
The door to Phen’s apartment had shrunk beyond sight. Somewhere, below the roiling surface of cum, there was a speck of wood, a miniscule hint towards the phoenix’ true size, should she step outside. The city wouldn’t survive that—not her cocks, not her tits, not even the tip of her toe…
But messing up the place would be rude. Phen wasn’t in a mood to destroy or restore it. As much as her neighbors would like it—she’s a terrible tease, it’s true; no size-lover is safe from a walking, breathing personification of their kink—she just wanted to relax and be herself—with herself, as the case was. And so she did—cumming into her millions of clones and breathing a sigh of relief as she disappeared into the multiplying mountains of her own ever-expanding curves and cocks.
A girl has to take a load off some time. Even a goddess.
From the outside, her apartment had gone completely blank, as if her windows looked straight into a pool of pearly cum. The frame around the glass started to leak…
