A Pink Fish

“Siren Eyes: A condition brought about typically during miscasts relating to ocular correction, eye color changes, or similar eye based magical accidents. Effects vary between cases, with effects largely dependent on the victim’s personality and the color of the eyes.” You look in the mirror. What did constantly shifting pinks and blues mean? Does the heart shaped white pupil mean anything? “Universal symptoms are causing specific changes to the body of others that maintain direct eye contact provided they would enjoy the changes, and compelling said others to maintain eye contact passively.” Don’t do eye contact. Or do? I guess do- “If the pupil is heart shaped, prevent eye contact, as changes can occur even without willingness to change.” No eye contact. Easy.

You take one step out of your bedroom and lock eyes with your roommate standing a step away. Fuck.

“Hey… g-girl. You, look. Oh.” You look down quickly and put a hand over your eye. Your eyes locked onto his legs to avoid making whatever your effects were worse. You just had to ride out your fucked up eyes. Just stop being locked up and tell him what’s- happening?

You see the loose white shorts he’s wearing begin to shorten and tighten around legs that went from average to plump, the unshaved hair on them seemingly vanishing, along with his socks which got replaced with thigh high stockings with small cat faces on them. Curiosity and arousal mounts as your eyes slowly drift up. His hips have flared out just a bit, with them passively wiggling from side to side. His arms have similarly softened, with black fishnets on them and painted black nails that looked better than yours ever had.

Your eyes drift further up. His plain cheap white tee he had bought in a 12 pack for 2 bucks was now a crop top that showed off his toned stomach and new sapphire navel piercing, which was odd considering that he had never gotten a piercing and wasn’t toned seconds ago. A glimpse of his chin showed that his five o’ clock shadow was gone, and his long dreads had small blue gems entwined in them.

Of fuck you made him a femboy. Was he into femboys? The only thing you knew about his sexuality was that he had a breast-fucking kink, but that was only gleaned from seeing a tab he left open on his laptop. Did it matter? Fuck, OK. It can be reversed, right? You glance at your phone. “Changes caused can be reversed via simple, non-invasive soul-scrubbing. Condition typically wears off in one to seventy hours, but can be ended early via simple sigil consumption.” Oh thank goodness.

“M-ma’am?” He said, delirious. He never called you ma’am. You very much liked it, especially now that his voice was all breathy, but this wasn’t him. This was caused by your eyes. “Could you… look at me.” He giggles. “My eyes are up here, and yours… are…” He trailed off.

“I, uh, can’t. My eyes are cursed or something.” You say while you stare at his wiggling hips in flattering shorts.

He giggles again. “Nooooo, don’t say that. Your eyes are so pretty. Like, so… so… Can I see them? I just wanna… please ma’am.” He sounded like he was in a trance. You're fidgeting on the spot and getting wetter by the second. “Please…? I can be… good…” He slowly descends to his knees, dropping down till he’s half sitting half kneeling, arms curled up like a trained pet.

A trained pet. Your trained- This was bad. You stared intently at the ground, only catching his lower half.

He paws at your leg. “Please, just a glimpse!” He moves suddenly, his smiling face now in view as he locks eyes with you. Before you can look away he moans, curves intensifying, his dark skin radiant as it gains a healthy shine. You can’t bring yourself to look away. With a clear look at his face, you see it going slack in a smile. His breathing picks up as his outfit changes again. A collar with a heart tag around his neck, his crop top becoming a fishnet one with black tape X’s over his nips, his shorts now daisy dukes wedging into a growing ass. All you needed to do was look away, close your eyes, tell him to stop, say anything.

His body keeps changing, thighs filling the space between his legs as his ass grows into a shelf. Plump skin is strained by the fishnet arms and top he has on as he fattens. His chest looks less like moobs and more like boobs. His dick grows, the head poking out the shorts as it gets longer in bursts. A cat tail sprouts from him, with cat ears atop his head, both with black and brown fur. He meows. All you need to do is close your eyes-

“Mistress?” He says it like an animal that just saw the owner that it missed. “Mistress!” He meows again. “Good? Am I good for you, Mistress?”

This was lethal for you. You just needed to close your damn eyes. But no, you bend down and place a hand on each side of his head. You keep it steady as you stare into his hazel eyes that twinkle with simple minded bliss.

“Yes, you’re a good boy.” He trills at your words. “You’re such a good boy.”

“Yaaaay! Nyah!” He squeals, striking the pose™ all catboys know. A leash appears in your hand, attached to his collar. His lips looked so plump, with sparkly blue lip gloss on them.

“My little pet. Do you want to be even better?”

“Yes! Anything for Mistress!” You pull your pants down, with him breaking eye contact to stare at your exposed slit. A string of drool forms as he lets out a soft “Woah.”

“I want you to pleasure me, with your cute little mouth. Can you do that for me?” You said in the voice you’d only do for an excited animal. He bounces up and down and makes excited noises, nodding like mad as his ass claps. He latches onto you, arms around your legs and almost knocking you off balance as he wraps his plump lips around your pussy. Your new cat is ravenous as he eats you out, tongue reaching deep with gentle bristles on it, ribbed for your pleasure in a way. “Look- at me. In my eyes.”

He looks up with wonder, making gurgled noises that sound like “So pretty.” Changes continue. His arm fishnets become fursuit cat paws, he gets a bit of makeup on his face that includes drawn cat whiskers alongside dazzling blue eye shadow. Some fur sprouts between his boy tits, the same color as his black hair. You smile as you pull tight on the leash. “Goooood boy.” He moans as his soda can sized dick cums without being touched, your praise all he needs now.

You can feel his dick pressed between your legs, humping between them and swelling ever so slightly bigger. Your breath becomes shaky as his tongue pierces deeper inside you, leaving you bracing yourself with his head to not fall over. He makes happy moans as his body continues to balloon outward, his chest pressing into your legs as his ass begins to eat his thong-like shorts.

“Sipho-”

He stops for a moment, “Please, Mistress. Call me by my real name.”

“Real name?”

“Shadow-Paw.”

Your orgasm is delayed as the name hits you like cold water. “...OK. Shadow-Paw.”

“Shady for short.” He bleps his tongue… He’s lucky he’s cute and has a growing dick. It was beginning to squish between your legs, threatening to spread them as he kept humping idly.

“Shady, I want you to fuck me.”

“But I am?”

“With your dick, dear.”

“Oh… Oh!!!” There’s a twinkle in his eyes as his top and shorts begin to rip from the swelling curves they “contain,” or more accurately adorn. “Really, Mistress!? Really?!!” His voice is high pitched, giddy at the offering.

“Yes, Shady. Now.” You yank on the leash and walk back into your bedroom. He struggles to stand, his ass offsetting his center of gravity from where it was minutes ago. He settles for crawling on all fours. The way it wobbles, looming above him as his new chest drags on the floor below was… jealousy inducing. You have to help pull him up onto the bed as he fails to jump onto it.

You lay down. “Alright… Shady. Fuck- AHMEEE!!!” All of his increased size punches into you with no preparation, the feeling sharp and painful as you feel him taking up a lot of room inside your torso. Thankfully it’s lubricated from him cumming repeatedly before. You’re worried for a second before the pain suddenly stops. All feeling in your body stops. You feel numb… Did you die? You look at him, his hourglass figure tensed up, face straining and turning red. “S-Shady?”

“Y-Y-Yes, M-Missstressss?” He hissed through gritted teeth.

“What are you doing?”

“I-I h-h-haven’t been given permission to…” His voice trails off, saying something unintelligibly quiet.

“To cum? You can cum.” Even with your numbed senses you could feel the warmth inside you as his dick twitched.

“N-Nooo, I-” He gasps, sweating bullets. “Ihaven’tbeengivenpermissiontoimpregnateyoumistress.”

“Oh…” You look down, at the bulge in your body resting below your ribs. That would kill you normally, so the magic was clearly affecting how sex with him worked. A magical pregnancy sounded… “Do it.”

“What?” He says as a hope-filled whimper.

“Impregnate me.” He shudders.

“P-Please. Y-You-”

“Do it. Fuck me.”

“S-Say, saaay.” His arm of a dick was trembling in you. Dulled senses taunted by how good it should be feeling. “Say it. Say… Litter.”

You palm your face and sigh. “Put a litter in me.” Your sense of touch turns back on and is instantly overwhelmed. Your mind turns bright blue as the shock of countless orgasms rip through you, body warping to take every bit of his dick in you without trouble. Your womb doubles, then triples in size. You look late into a pregnancy as he begins thrusting. Your back arches and your eyes flutter, one hand clinging to the bedsheets while the other pulls hard on the leash, trying to keep as much of him inside as possible.

Your body is changing rapidly, you can see it in the mirror next to your bed. Fat piles on as your body readies to support who knows how many kits, breasts swelling towards the latter half of the alphabet and beading milk as hips flare out into a beautiful pear. All the newly gained size ignites in mind fraying sensation, arches of lightning firing up your spine and into your brain as nerve endings multiply to turn as much of your curves as possible into erogenous zones. You can barely breathe, all air you take in is immediately released as throat tearing moans. Any thought in your head is burned away by the blinding sensation.

“A-Am I doing good?” He doesn’t slow his thrusts, voice wavering as it tries to maintain a servient tone.

It takes a lot of effort to regain control of your twitching body, ears ringing and eyes blurred as your mind adjusts to the storm it’s in. You look down at yourself, seeing the ripples cast down along your body with each impact, each one leaving just a bit more size in its wake. Perched over your inflating gut is him. There’s a worried smile on his face. It was hard to focus on it as his breasts, still infuriatingly bigger than yours, kept slapping onto your pregnancy bump. You stare daggers at them, ears burning with the sound of them slapping against you. The sound of him being bigger than you. “No.”

“N-Nyah!? No??!” He looks heart broken, tears already in his eyes. “W-Whut did I do Mistriss?” His voice is sickeningly adorable. He doesn’t stop thrusting as he shrinks in despair, still trying to please you as his tail curls around him.

“I’m not big enough.”

“You’re not?”

“No. Not even close. You’re bigger than me.”

“Oh. Maybe you should look into your eyes? They’re really really pwetty. R-Really…” His cutesy voice dies as his normal deep speaking voice returns, his thrusts slowing as he gets hypnotised by your angry gaze.

“Doesn’t work.” How did he know your eyes were doing this? If he knew that then maybe. “How can you make me bigger?” No response, he’s gone very still, drool beginning to leak from his open mouth as he stares into your eyes. You close them.

“N-No. Please.” He sounds like he did before the changes, masculine and husky. “Please, Mistress. Please.”

“You don’t get to see my eyes unless you get me bigger.”

“How much bigger?”

“Assume no upper limit.” He starts purring. He begins pulling out of you. As his dick leaves you the feeling of unbearable emptiness takes hold. You growl. You can feel him moving, is he standing up? “Do you know how to do it or-”

Something salty smelling and dripping bumps against your face. “I know how.” His catboy voice is back on. “I can do it, Mistress. J-Just.” It begins leaking onto your chin. “Please, s-suck me dry so I can see your beautiful eyes.” He whimpers.

You open your eyes, the slit of his monstrous dick staring back at you. He’s standing above your pelvis, the dick in the way of you sitting up.“If this doesn’t work you’re being put in a kennel blindfolded.”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry Mis-TRISSSS!!!” It was his turn to be shocked as your jaw all but unhinges as you sit up, all of his girth fitting down your throat in your newly changed body. He tastes like salty candy, kinda sweet on your tongue. Not a bad flavor. Once you’re upright and your nose touches the patch of brown and black fur above his dick, he begins cumming. You can feel the bursts of it pump down your throat and into your stomach directly. Your body relaxes as a calm warmth washes over you. “M-Mistress. Y-Your eyes. I c-can’t see them.” You look up, vision blocked by the fat tits attached to him.

You glance at the mirror to the side again, able to see him mounted on top of you, his balls resting atop your tits and under your chin. He was shaking, hands at the sides and clenched as legs trembled. You slap the side of him, making him moan and look down. You point at the mirror and his eyes follow. You see him lock onto the one eye visible from this angle, the wonder returning to his face as his pupils elongate into slits. “Sooo pretty.”

You do your best to maintain eye contact but can’t help but look at yourself. With every orgasm fed into you causing more and more of you to blossom outwards. The pressure inside your breasts builds as they begin to grow larger than your head, the feeling euphoric as it boils over. With a hiss, your breasts begin spraying milk in thin arches over the bed, bumping into his legs as they grow. A glance slightly lower shows your ass swelling to an equal extreme, its size beginning to lift you into the air as its edges near the sides of your bed. Your arms become flabby, and you can feel your stomach spreading outwards towards your knees, a round pregnant boulder fattening up at the core of you.

It was amazing, you were paralyzed with bliss as size piled on without end. Stuck staring at your own growing curves just as he was stuck staring into the reflection of your eye. Wait, him! He was still changing! His face was different, now having a cute muzzle and whiskers as his cat transformation completes, the fur spreading over his skin as his hands and assumedly feet gain little beans on them. Red bands of fur appear on his wrists and ankles, with some of his dreads also becoming the same neon hue. His fur sparkles blue in the light as his body trembles. You couldn’t tell if he was getting bigger, but at some point he had fully outgrown his clothes, the scraps clinging to his pinched waist.

The bed began to groan under you, frame cracking as you continued to swell. You were undeniably bigger than him now, and you intended to throw that weight around. You push him away as if he was a plastic bag, his dick exiting your mouth with a pop as his wobbling body hits the bed with an oof. “M-Mistress?” You find you’re rather strong now, easily pulling hard enough to drag his face close to yours. “Mistress!!!” He stares into your eyes, the slits in his going wide and reflecting a swirling blue and pink vortex, a small heart at its center.

You could finally get a good look at his collar. You read it out loud. “Shadow-Paw. Pet. Servant.”

“Yes, my owner?”

“You’ve done so well.”

His eyes roll up and he bites onto his lip, his sharp feline teeth drawing blood from his shiny blue bottom lip. You feel his dick spray onto your body like a hose. “T-Thank you. N-Nyah. Nyah…” He huffs and puffs, finally going slack as he rests atop you.

“But, we aren’t done.”

“We aren’t?”

“No, I want my little servant to be rewarded for growing his owner so big.” You smile at his cute vacant kitty cat face. “So, my dear. How can I reward you?”

His breathing stops, his ears perk up, his body tenses… It feels like an eternity before he speaks again, in a hushed whisper. “Can I fuck your tits, Mistress?”

You chuckle. “Make them full, dear.” He squeals in delight, scrambling on your body with manicured claws as he kneels against your stomach, struggling to line his dick up with your nipple. You feel it tease one of the ducts on your teat, stretching it as it leaks milk. He looks up at you worriedly. “Go on. Indulge.” He thrusts in, hilting in one forceful motion. The feeling makes you jump as an orgasm hits you, pussy spraying under your gut as your tit begins to be pounded. It’s incredibly sensitive. He’s purring and trilling, having the time of his life as you brace your self against the tit he’s fucking, hand still clinging to his leash. You can feel it growing bigger against you as he cums inside it, your growth hungry body immediately turning his cum into more milk to spray onto the sheets and bloat your teats into door frame smashing sizes.

After the tenth orgasm you notice him muttering something. Curiosity got the better of you. “Be vocal, dear. Say every dirty fantasy.” You look into his eyes as his thrusts pick up, a mad smile full of teeth forms on his face.

“Ha HA HA!!!” He snarls, sweat pouring down his fur as his claws sink into your breasts. “Good kitty, I’m so good for Mistress. Loyal and wonderful and warm for her.” His head is lolling from side to side, drunk looking but not breaking eye contact. “Her little pet, always wanted to be a beloved pet. A loved fluffy thing with cool red marks and a big fucking cock for their owner. Fuck them every day, every second. Make them bigger with my thick fucking jizz and clap my fat fucking ass!” His voice peaks in pitch, his hips changing their motions to allow his shelf of an ass to clap with every thrust. “A precious little thing that looks cute and gets told what to do, what to think, to sink deeper and deeper for my owner so I can be good forever.” His cute cat voice again drops into his normal husky tone. “Loved. Loved. Owned and loved forever. Taken on walks. Shown off. Fucked like a toy and left leaking. *huff, puff* Doing fucking tricks.” Your teats were now the size you were before you started growing, spilling over you as the bed frame groans, cracks, and finally.

*CRRCKA- THUMP*

Collapses, your body slamming down and moving in waves as it settles again. He doesn’t flinch, still ranting and cumming buckets into your tits. You stare in awe at him. “Anything, do anything. G-Grow her, grow for her. Feed her cum, a-and, and milk!” You flinch as his bouncing tits suddenly spray milk onto your face, almost hitting your eye. “Just a fucking pet to use and abuse!” He lunges forward, shoving both nipples into your mouth and pressing against you. A spray of rich and creamy milk washes down into you, making you moan and begin to suckle on him. “No need for thoughts, no responsibilities. Just be a cute fucking pet! Spank me! Fuck me! Drink me, Mistress! I’m just a kitty! I’m soft and cute! I’m loved! I’m loved!” His arms curl around your head, body tense as he hugs you as you drink from him. He repeats himself again and again, voice growing quiet and cracking. He sniffles.

He’s crying.

You remove his tits from your mouth and hold him at arms length, his wide eyes leaking tears as his arms cling to the back of your head. You hug him, his head resting above your shoulder. “I love you, Shadow-Paw. Whether you’re Sipho or my pet, I love you.” He gasps as he weeps openly, nuzzling into the nape of your neck and tickling it with his whiskers and nose. You repeat yourself again and again.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Into the night.

His crying slows, his death grip loosens, his body relaxes. With a sigh he falls asleep on you, drained and loved. You look at the mirror, seeing the wreckage of your bed under your tit-dominated body. And two other things. Your eyes were normal again. And you had sprouted cat ears and a tail. The tail is wagging.

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You do take him right to a clinic to get him reversed the next day, to his protest. Expecting some consequences. But, no, he trots right out the wizards office on all fours, scampering over to you and leaping up. He decided to keep everything, having them undo the undoing. You did however undo the pregnancy. No kittens for you, you weren’t ready. A pet is a lot of responsibility on its own.

You both didn't really talk about it afterwards. You were still roommates, you just happened to be lovers and also he was your cat. You took him out on walks and showed him off to friends. He liked eating on the ground from his custom pet bowl. You pet his head as he rests on your lap and then sleep with him at your feet. Unless he opted for his person-sized cat bed. You never bothered to ask if he was always this kinky, it didn’t matter. Sex was shockingly uncommon. You both only did it once a day. Eleven times tops if he was in heat. An impressive amount of restraint for people as modified as the two of you.

There were things to adapt to of course. You had to be mindful about your new size to keep from getting stuck in doorways and breaking everything. More than a few chairs were lost as you got used to being over a ton in weight. You found out alongside his newfound affinity for laser pointers and anger towards dogs, catnip made him horny enough to cum from you smiling at him. You of course abused that fact as a reward for learning tricks. That was more a dog thing, but he loved it. He liked embarrassing dogboys and he looked adorable when he rolled over. It’s a win-win.

One day, after a session of teaching him numerous demeaning tricks to entertain any future guests, you rewarded him by allowing him to eat you out once more, his bristled tongue heavenly as it worked away at you. In that moment you had one thought.

You tuck the last of your belongings into the locker, triple checking that everything is away and that it's firmly locked. You had to bend down to the lower row, and your tunnel vision on keeping your phone from getting pinched meant you hadn't bothered to cover up with a robe. Your butt is propped up in the air for anyone to see. You hear a whistle from behind you.

“Giving a show, sugar?” A feminine voice said with a drawl.

“Cat calling in the locker room, friend?”

“Apologies. I assumed you were presenting for attention.”

“No, just comfortable nude. Plus it’s only you in here. Not a very big audience for attention.” You finally satisfied the nagging worry that the lock was properly locked. You straighten up, a small but audible crack in your back that makes you grunt.

“Damn, sounds like you need this.”

“No doubt.” You turn around to bother to get a good look at the only other woman here. She was a bit taller than you, red haired with ample freckles on her face, shoulders, and chest. Her hair frizzy and large. She was flat as a board and clutching her oversized robes to make sure she’s fully covered. Her eyes widen a little when she sizes you up and notices the dick between your thighs.

“You had work done, or?”

“Not your business.”

“Fair enough. Sorry, again.”

“In future don’t ask prying personal questions to strangers. Especially ones that no one has business asking.”

“Y-Yeah, sorry. Sorry.” You move to the sauna door. “You, uh, want a robe?”

“No. Why would I?” She responded with a surprised laugh. “Let’s go.” You said. She follows behind you. Opening the wooden door, you were met with a wave of steam. The room was already sweltering. You move to the far side and plop onto the damp bench, legs spread and arms resting outstretched on the back bench. The most relaxed pose possible.

The other woman stared at you, still clutching her robe tight as she sat a good distance from you. You gave a smile and a wink, making her look away. “Feel free to ditch the robe. It feels good to have the steam on your skin.” She blushes and stays staring at the ground. You lean your head back and close your eyes, muscles relaxing as you let out a content sigh. After a while, you hear her fiddling with the robe. Opening an eye, you see her staring again as she strips, a flustered smile on her face. “Exhibitionism ain’t so bad.”

She sticks a hand in her hair and twirls it with a finger. “Y-Yeah.” She was so cute flustered, you kinda love it. You make no effort to suppress the hard on slowly forming, maintaining eye contact with a warm smile and half lidded eyes. Her breathing turns to panting, with her mouth open. She scoots along the bench, moving towards you bit by bit. You curl a finger to encourage her. Her speed quickens, only stopping when her thigh is next to yours.

She kept staring at your dick. It continued to harden. Then, pressure started building. Not normal, it was a familiar pressure. You feel some spit pooling in your mouth, and notice that your companion has started drooling. Ah fuck. You knew what this was.

“Did you know you had a virus?”

“A-A wha? I don’t fheel sipck.”

“A kink oahn.” You say, speak beginning to slur as spit pools. You spit a bunch out to talk normal for a moment. “You got the fluid one.”

“Floishes?” She spat a little as she spoke, still just staring at your now growing dick. Her chest bloating as milk began to bead from swelling nipples.

You spat again. “Yeah, makes you over produce fluids. Spit, milk, pussy juice, cum. Sweat too.” You glance at the coals in the center of the sauna. You take some water and pour it on, the heat increasing a bit. A thick layer of sweat is forming on both of you. Your chest was burning up, and you could feel milk beginning to flow into your tits. “There’s so many of teh fucksing-” you spit again. “-many of the fucking things. Bimbo, cow, bounce. This one’s rare though. Where’d you get it?”

She didn’t respond, a thin line of drool touching the bench as her eyes burned a hole into your eager dick. She was growing her tits out a lot more than yours were, her eyes alight as the virus took every opportunity she gave it to rewire her mind into lustful slurry. It could only work with whatever sexual fantasies its host had, but she clearly had ample fantasies to fuel it.

She made a cute noise as she came without touching herself, an arch of juice splatting partially onto the coals. That’s making the virus airborne. You’d both be hotboxing viral air, that’d compound the effects. You’d both get worse. That sounded… Good. A surge of growth shot your chest size past hers, your dick growing to the size of someone's forearm and balls swelling to grapefruit size. Your puffy nips now spraying milk everywhere in numerous thin streams. You grunt as a rope of cum sprays high and splats into the ceiling. She begins to move towards your arm of a cock.

“You knoeh, sex would compoun the effesh. We’d get bigger and bigsher.”

“Big… Beh… So…” She didn’t slow. You face towards her, and she latches her mouth onto your dicks head. Instantly, you explode into her, her cheeks puffing as her mouth floods, not even gagging as her plagued body gives into the virus’ allure. You place a hand on her head, guiding it up and down as she wraps her overflowing tits around your dick. Milk sprays onto your chest and stains the bench, as you pant in delight, drools escapes you and mixes with it. The virus was getting to you too, and you were eager to stoke its lust.

Her tits, now closer to udders, grew larger as her eyes rolled back, the squelching sounds of her mouth working your heavily lubricated dick drive you mad. You both were dripping with sweat and milk. Your dick was still growing, stretching out her mouth. “Leht me spraeh.” You spat. “Spray, let me spray! Coat the fucking room!!!” She obeys, popping your head from her mouth. It pulses bigger as it sprays a geyser of cum up, painting the ceiling and her face. Every beat of your heart made it grow and cum again, mind fraying from the assault of pleasure. She nuzzles into it, cooing contently with a mind drowned in wonderful fluids. Globs of cum drip off the roof and plop onto you two. You use a hand to angle the arch to hit the ceiling above the coals, the other pointing a nipple towards it to mix into a holy concoction. Milk and sperm evaporate as the air begins to reek with you. You breathe deep, welcoming the virus. Your dick swells to be bigger than your torso, with her worshiping it with her teats, hands, tongue, and soul.

You point your monstrous dick at the walls, trying to paint the room with yourself as you grit your teeth. Buckets worth of cum splatter against the wood walls, dripping down in thick gobs. You feel something pooling at your feet. It was her. A neglected and blossoming womanhood, spraying on the floor, only cumming a lot when she could be cumming a mind breaking amount. It was a swollen head sized hole demanding to be crushed. You let out a growl as you spark the urge to fill her entirely on your own, no virus required. That’d be the “worse” thing to do. You’d both be at it for a while unless you were separated with how you’re both eagerly ascending into new heights of hedonistic delight.

“Geh ovah heresp. Gesh, get on me. Geh fislph.” You had to spit twice. “Get filled. Get massive.” Your drunk eyed companion’s face was almost fully coated in you, lust plain as she licks her lips and uses a finger to move as much as she can into her mouth. She makes an unsteady giggle, slurring out something that sounded like a yes. She rose up, climbing and straddling your spraying cock and dropping down with no trouble, body molded to take you. An orgasm more intense than any that came before rips through the two of you, the virus rewarding you and swelling both of your tits out into heavy monsters that shoot milk literally like hoses. Neither of you can stop moaning, snarling, slurring demands for more everything.

You thrust in time with her bounces. Every second not fully rooted in her was agony, the infection demanding you both stay together and get bigger and better. It felt better to just wedge yourself in her and hold her very tightly, your immense flow completely taken by her, not a drop of cum spilling out of her soaked pussy. Her stomach was already swelling, chest churning with more milk as it grew atop it as it became red. She smiled like an idiot as she held the growing mound with her hands, reveling in swelling bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Stretch marks began to dot the swollen orb, her hand rubbing circles on it as her pace quickened. She was spraying like mad on your crotch as cum inflated her. You claw against her body to keep her in place as you snarl and let spit spray everywhere.

She began to whimper. “Tigsh. So tigsh. Gonna, burst!” Her voice spiked into a squeal, the excitement at the idea plain in her voice. No, she wasn’t FULL YET. You force her up with abnormal strength, her complaining with a babble in the second it took to line your dick up with her asshole. You slam her back down, grinning wickedly as she howls at the unfamiliar, boarding on painful experience of having something shoved up her ass for the first time. She laughs like a maniac, beginning to pound against your pelvis, sputtering and giggling as she tries to talk dirty with a full mouth of drool. She was incoherent.

Her stomach began to swell atop her cumflated womb, a lump of stretched out skin as her intestines also began to fill out all the space inside her. Quickly, there was nowhere for it all to go. She burps, covers her mouth as her cheeks swell again, they whips her head up as a spray of jizz is forced from it. You balls, now bigger than bowling balls and atop an only slightly plumped ass, can be heard draining over the churning of your chests and animal-like vocalizations.

She swelled larger, happily being a geyser of jizz as you dug your hands into your chest. It swells out, filling the bench to the sides of you. It takes a lot of effort to twist a nipple close to your mouth. Milk sprays into your eyes. You latch onto a bottlecap nipple, drinking the sweetest cream you’ve ever had. Greed takes hold as you manage to contort the other udder inside, mouth full. Your throat opens, you don’t even swallow as liters flood inside you.

You bloat alongside her, stomach and balls groaning as every thought other than growing and making more everything was politely moved from your mind. You both would get so big. Already neither of you could wedge through the door, even if you wanted to. And there was space in here to grow, to swell, to drown in lust, milk, and cum. You release one of your tits, relishing in the sound of milk hitting hot coals as you aim it in the general direction of them.

The air grows foggy as the virus only multiplies.

Neither of you can stop cumming.

You cum more, and more, room steadily flooding, the deluge glazing both of you in a thick layer that totally blocked any details about your overcapacity bodies. It rises to your ankles, to your knees, then to the coals. The hissing boil of cum makes the room so thick with fog that you couldn’t see your nose, or at least couldn’t if your eyes already weren’t blocked with ten layers of your own cum. The layers were so thick that neither of you could notice the door opened by hazmat suit wearing figures…

They had to open a portal just to get you two out and into quarantine. Separating the two of you was deemed “too risky for personnel”. Who knows how long it would take the two of you, now nearing shed sizes, to grow tired and let the virus fizzle out. They certainly gave the two of you a lot of room in the warehouse looking space. Already your drenched mind was imagining growing out of it and beyond. A flood of both of you destroying this puny holding area.

You could decide to stop at any time. But you wanted this. You accepted this. You were glad she was an idiot and infected you.

Victoria had been stuck here for what she thought was six days. It could have been longer, maybe even shorter, and who knows if there was some weird time dilation stuff that meant it was only a few hours in the outside world. She didn’t intend to wind up here, in a non-euclidean maze of shifting rooms and halls, dressed up in fine furnishings and art pieces. Pieces that unanimously depicted people of all types and species of extreme weight. However teleportation magic that dips into non-plains of reality can sometimes put you in… Odd places.

She couldn’t manage to teleport back out, she needed to focus to do any magic and whenever she tried she’d smell something delicious or hear an enticing sound, usually a distant moan, and she’d lose it. Or was she getting second thoughts about leaving? She wasn’t sure. She sent out an SOS, but again, who knows if this place was delaying it getting to anyone.

It isn’t the worst place to be stuck in, every room was designed for comfort and luxury, heated and massive beds, amazing showers, closets full of comfy clothes that fit, the place would have cost multiple fortunes to actually build. It was uncannily large and off in minor ways, like chairs with seven legs sometimes or a room being full of nothing but park benches covering the walls, ceiling, and floor. But other than that it was downright regal. The issue is that it kept putting her into what she’d taken to call “food rooms.” Rooms that were just a lavish spread of food. She wasn’t sure if entering them emptied her stomach or if her inner glutton was betraying her, but the clothes she came in had been discarded after they became too tight and ripped, replaced by the fine sleepwear stored in the various walk-in closets. Though she keeps having to change outfits.

She’s walking down one of the many far-to-long hallways, this one turning right five times without overlapping itself. She doesn’t even notice its impossible layout, only looking down at herself and worrying. She had gone from slightly pudgy to fat, already having a double chin and some rolls. She’d be upset if it didn’t feel good. Her mobility seems improved if anything, another weird quirk of this place. It’s not that she’s opposed to being fat, if anything it was arousing, but she had the all too common shame attached to the idea of truly indulging. Of forgetting about decorum and devouring anything you want even if you’re no longer hungry. An exciting fantasy, but it should stay a fantasy, right? She could never… The hallway ended after the last turn in a large white door with gold details that were, again, themed around fat figures. A look over her shoulder showed that a wall had silently appeared behind her. She sighs and takes a step forward. This time she smelt it before she even opened the door, the scent leaking from the cracks and reaching her like a grasping hand. “P-Pancakes. I haven’t had them in so…” She felt saliva build in her mouth as her stomach forced room into itself. She already downed a meal of brownies of all types an hour ago, the experience just a blur in the haze of frequent eating. Yet now all she could focus on was the tantalizing scent of fresh pancakes.

Her thickened legs clapped against her stomach with each uneasy step. It felt like a turning point. This wasn’t any craving. It was… an advanced craving? Ridiculous yet accurate.

The door creaks open, the smell becomes overwhelming. She gasps when she sees it. A glorious and long table stacked high with pancakes, some with blueberries, others with chocolate chips. Some were topped with whipped cream, or strawberries, butter, syrup, ice cream, all in the numerous possible combinations and so warm she could see steam rising off them.

Her mouth quivered as drool stained her doomed top. She felt weird. The place had to be alive, it kept giving her whatever she was craving. It was feeding her, so much and so often. If she keeps eating like this she’ll wind up massive, huge, heaving, fat… It felt wrong… Her hands dig into her stomach, making her quiver at her own touch. Her stomach growls and demands more. It felt… right. It felt so right. She sprinted at the feast and sat down, grabbing the nearby gilded cutlery prepared for her. Carving her first bite she shoved it into her mouth. Her eyes roll back, her stomach fully empties. Any question on if this was a bad thing, concerning, suspicious, all were annihilated. In that bite something snapped and her inner glutton declared this place heaven as her favorite food filled her mouth.

Another mouthful, another, each bigger than the last. She didn’t have this resilient gag-reflex before getting here but it was proving a useful addition as she mangled entire pancakes into a ball she could manage to fit in her mouth. She murmured the word “more” between bites as her loose silk top strained against piling fat. Arms wobbling with every frantic movement. Ass spilling over the sides of the chair. She lunged forward to topple the remaining mounds of hedonistic bliss closer so she could clean the tabletop. Her stomach stretched and pressed against the table, the pressure driving her mad as the furniture creaks under her.

“Sho good. Sho-!” The wooden chair collapses and the table legs give way, the remnants of pancakes sliding towards her and slapping against her taut and red gut. She makes high pitched and happy noises. As she grabs at them greedily, staining herself with syrup as her eyes roll back. Rabid hands grabbing whole pancakes and shoving them down her throat. She shudders as the last one slips down her throat. She pants, body straining under the new blubber and the high exertion.

She looks at the empty plates tossed to the sides, the wreckage of her conquest.

Her body rumbles.

“BOOOAAUUURRP.” Her belch reverberating off the candelabra adorned walls as she piles on even more weight, the top digging into her finally shredding.

Victoria’s trembling hands dig into her mass, sending lightning through her from the sensitivity.

This felt right. Her conflict seemed so foolish. Why wouldn’t she want to be like this? To be bigger?

Escape felt so distant and that felt so relieving.

A mild worry surfaced as she wondered how she’d move. She tries to move her now huge leg and… can. Very easily in fact. It took little effort to stand, even with her apron of a gut getting in the way. Her body wobbled with every subtle motion in waves, but she was upright. Did her change of heart empower her?

That was an… appealing thought.

The pussy buried under her new fat ached.

She lumbered to the next door, ass and rolls clapping in a constant applause for her newfound hunger. She had to cram herself through it sideways just to get into the next room. It was a bathroom this time. She looks down at her syrup stained body and glances at the oversized shower with ten different shower-heads…

The warmth of the shower only heightened the mounting lust as her hands ran over her new curves much longer than ever needed. She liked how it felt to scrub inside all the new nooks and crannies on her body. Thankfully the provided sponge was on a long stick. This realm was nothing if not spoiling.

Another door wedged through lead into another oversized bedroom with more benches and space than necessary with an XXL bed in the middle of it overstocked with pillows already arranged. She flops into it, body supported in a way that lets her fully relax and easily drift into sleep.

She had a hazy dream of visions of a woman with blond hair like hers that towered over her. It scooped her up and held her in an iron grip. Her body bloated, squeezing from between the giantesses fingers. She grows bigger, and bigger, pushing against the hand holding her and forcing it open. She becomes a handful, then two handfuls, then an armful. She grows and swells, fat multiplying until the giant can no longer carry her, dumping the mound onto the ground with an earth-shattering thud. The figure clung onto the side of her, moaning and grinding to make her bigger. She grows to be half its height, then taller than it, then bigger still. They both clamored for more. Endlessly more.

She awoke to the sound of her stomach roaring and the head splitting need for an orgasm. She looks over and sees a long vibrator wand next to her.

Not there before.

She turns it on and manages to find an angle to reach herself. The rumble of it made her head lean into the bed and close her eyes. “Oh fuck yes.” She says aloud, hoping this place hears her. “I don’t know why you’re doing this but please don’t stop.” Her whimpers grew in volume. “Just- more. Bigger. Please, more. Hungry. Needy. If I’m going to be here I want to indulge.” The whimpers were a breathy statement, firm and true. “Can’t- can’t be enough. I’m bigger. Always- always- alw- AH!” An orgasm rips through her and she cranks up the wands setting. She thrusts her hips to lean into it, letting a second grip her. Her hands tear at the sheets as her legs kick, body clapping over the whir of the wand.

She collapses all of once, drooling from her mouth and pussy as she laughs deliriously. She hardly remembered her name, all she can think about is getting bigger.

Groggily, she sat up, and could already smell the next room beckoning.

What followed was a loop of rampant hedonism. She’d throw on the tightest clothes she could find, preferably durable ones with buttons, cram through a door, devour what was provided, explode out of her clothes, and use whatever sex toy given to her to let an orgasm guide her to the next room. The food was becoming absurd in its excess. Piles of all kinds of meat. Tubs, literal bathtubs of salad slathered in dressing. One was just sticks of butter in hotdog buns that went down concerningly easily. Each a bullseye on her current craving, each replacing more and more thoughts with food, each fattening her into inhuman sizes. And as she grew in size she grew in strength. She would force doorways wider, wood tearing like paper in her bloated hands to get her into her next room to recover before she would crumple another wall to get to the next meal.

The meals grew in size with her. A table became an extravagantly long banquet table. Then two. Then six. The furniture in every room going from carved wood to reinforced and purpose built metal furniture bolted in place, still fancy in that it had engravings of fat people that seemed downright pitiable to her three meter tall form. Yet still, the new chairs would creak as she grew, and just like the clothes she’d swap out every meal, they’d fail on her, sending her body crashing to the floor in another mound of orgasmic stimulation. If she cared she’d note the lack of showers in her travels, the remains of previous meals going uncleaned. Grease and sauce and neglected morsels of food stained her sagging tits and multiplying chins while going from her hands down to her elbows, having long ditched forks and knives so she can feel the food in her hands.

Her mind could only think about food. About cumming. About the next meal, the next orgasm, she’d never be full again and she wanted to be even more bottomless. She flat out bulldozed the walls now to get to the next scene of shameless gluttony, walking through them as if they weren’t there.

It reached a fevered pitch once she became so big her hands were buried in her arms and her feet were buried in her calves. Her body dragged along the ground, aching pussy trapped behind an unreal amount of blubber. In all her new strength she had developed a gut so big even she couldn’t lift it. It was unbearable.

But this realm provided.

She smashes through the plaster and wood and sees a tube, a hose really, with a tapered yet thick nozzle. It was dangling at head height. Her sense of smell had become heightened to bring out more flavor, and she could smell the optimized concoction of lard and butter and a million other high calorie liquids. It made her mouth water. There was a thick and long totem under it, padded and vibrating. Just long enough to reach past all of her to her needy core.

“Yes!” She snarled as her ground cracking footsteps sent tremors through the realm. She jumped high and landed perfectly on the totem-vibrator, hilting it as she sits. “YES! YES! YE-GLRK!” Her screams cut short as she snapped at the nozzle, capturing it into her mouth. She suckles on it like a starving beast, the otherworldly taste washing over her mind. The flavor of your favorite meal. Not your literal favorite meal, the concept of a favorite meal. It tasted like that. Every last thought was replaced by bliss as she was assailed by hedonistic indulgence. Grow. Food. Hunger. Cum. Grow. Food. Hunger. Cum. Her mind was probably fattening along with the rest of her as she spilled across the ample space.

She got better and better. Hungrier and hungrier. Even as tanks of the slurry entered her, her stomach and mind demanded more. She wouldn’t be satisfied with just one meal type from now on! Even if it was "favorite food” flavored! She screams in frustration and with one lash of her neck she rips the hose off, the feed spraying for a moment before stopping as she slurps the tube itself down. She growls. “More!” She roars. “More. More food. More variety. More fat! More everything!!! I want to bury my body in glorious, radiant, perfect, endless, FAT!!!!!”

She hyperventilated. She hadn’t cum the whole time. It wasn’t enough. It felt like a pathetic display really. With all her size this thin dildo was not cutting it anymore. An unbearable beat of nothing was wreaking havoc on her mind. She assessed her body. Small! Too small! She had room to move her hands, her feet, even her fingers and toes! The ring of fat around her head was starting to form a pit that blocked her vision, but it was a far cry from the tunnel of her that she wanted to be entombed in. She wanted to be a planet of fat, a galaxy, a universe and beyond.

She almost cried as precious moments passed without food or orgasm.

Then the ceiling drifted away into a void. Metal “clunks” and “shunks” were coming from it. A metal trough extended from the darkness, pointing right at her head. She smiled as if insane as she heard something rumbling in a stampede down the pipe. Her jaw unhinges.

An avalanche of foodstuffs piles into her neck pit, jaw snapping like mad with bites that split bone with ease.

CHOMPGRAWFSMACKCHOMPGRSHSMACKGOMPNOMCHOMP

Burgers and steaks and ice cream and falafels and chili and EVERYTHING did their best to bury her and failed, all being consumed by her savage greed. A moan staggers her consumption for a moment as the rod inside her thickens and lengthens, finally catching up to and keeping up with her staggering growth.

GRASHNOMCHOMPGRAHBITECHOMPGSHCLAMPSNAPNOMNOM

She grew up and out, folds multiplying at such a rate that counting them was pointless, the stretch marks across her body becoming large divots one could fit a small animal into. The distant walls of the odd space were rapidly closing in. As she grew outwards the time between orgasms shortened. Her eyes were either rolled into her head, closed, or unfocused at any given moment.

She didn’t know how long it took, but eventually her fat piled high enough to let her reach and bite into the trough itself, the metal easily sheared and swallowed in a statement of unrivaled hunger.

The void responds in turn as another two drop from above.

“YES! GRAGK!” She chokes as her vision goes dark and her mouth is crammed full. The food piling up in the tunnel of her fat and being mercilessly consumed into the pit she’s become. She forgot she was anything other than this. The thought of leaving this place was unthinkable and would be distressing.

She’s always been here. Always growing. And she will always be growing.

The rapidly increasing tide of fat slammed into the walls, the plaster and beams buckling and cracking as she filled up into the ceiling above, fat slipping through the ruined door frames. It takes no time for the walls to shatter, spilling into a whole new plane of empty space for her to fill. An unending flat and white expanse of non-space in a void between realities.

She ate more. Ate faster. Grew faster. A complicated network of troughs snaked from above and delivered ever more decadent foods to her. A roasted pig stuffed with full chickens. A torso sized burger made from smaller burgers. A deep fried cow. It was a perpetual assault of flavor she couldn’t bear to be robbed of for one second.

The dildo inside her grew to be bigger than a high rise and still had to grow.

If this realm had limits she would find them, shatter them, and if needed eat every last scrap of anything just to keep something, anything in her black hole of a stomach.

By the time her SOS finally made it out and “help” arrived, they found her literally mountainous in size, a maze of metal highways of food piling tons of feed into the avatar of gluttony.

It took hours to slow it down and untangle the feedback loops of lust she concocted for herself by fully giving in. The moment she was cognizant enough to get an answer out of, it was firm and curt.

“Fuck off, I want this. Come back in, like, a month. Bring a camera.”

The rescue team shrugged and left her to the Feeder Realm’s care, the loops of bliss immediately shoving her newly regained thoughts from her mind as the food piled into her again.

“yeah just come in” was the text she sent after ten minutes of you patiently waiting outside. You sigh as you fish your keys out of your purse. Hers was marked with a small bit of orange tape, right between the blue one and the pink one. It was a bit of a struggle to open the door. It was older than both of you combined and needed maintenance, but she was procrastinating just calling a custodian. She did that a lot. For instance, the second you're inside you see a sock on the floor. Nothing else, just one sock. Walking through to the open dining room and kitchen, there’s more loose clothes and some old takeout boxes and cans scattered. Not a slob nightmare by any means, but the start of one.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and continue moving, down to the bathroom door. You can hear her in there, the quiet clicks of makeup containers and shuffling of clothes. She was still getting ready. At this rate she’ll be so late the party will be over. “Honey, you alright in there?”

“Yes, girl. I’m fine…” You heard her swear under her breath.

“Alright.” You say, shuffling off back the way you came. You really wanted to barge in there, do her makeup, dress her, stare into her eyes. Patience, she will ask if she wants it. No point in mothering someone that doesn’t want it. And she will want it. You look over the wreckage of the kitchen, plates in the sink, trash scattered around, garbage can full. You glance at the dining room, spotting more and more things out of place by the second. You sigh again. She always needed help.

How wonderful it is that you are always here for her. It’s the least a mother-friend can do.

You stretch your back, a series of pops ringing out. You start with the garbage. Empty the can, haul it outside, put the various bits of packaging into the fresh can. It took only a few minutes. Next, the clothes. The clothes… They smell like her… So sweet and floral… You gather them carefully, bringing them all to the hamper downstairs in the basement. The armful was so close to your face. They smelled wonderful… You pull out your phone.

“Honey, can I swipe a keepsake?” You texted her. She responded quickly.

“wuh you wan a hoodie again?”

“I was thinking panties this time. The red ones.”

“oooo you dirty XP sure :3”

“I’m not as dirty as your home. Thank you, dear.”

“HEEY >:U” You chuckle. When you pull the slim crimson underwear from the hamper, you hold it to your face and breathe deep. Your mind sends sparks and your chest feels heavy. God, you loved her so much. You needed to be there for her. Provide for her. Guide her. Own her. Your friend, your daughter, yours.

You stand there for a while, huffing on her scent as maternal need compounds. You spent longer smelling her clothes than putting them away.

Focus. Still work to do. Back to the significantly cleaner dining room. Only a few odds and ends here. A book that belonged in a different room, a remote away from the TV, stuff brought into here and discarded by her constantly rushing mind. She can’t help it. No matter, you knew her home intimately. You tidy it up all the time, whether she likes it or not. Thank goodness she likes it, and rewards you with a more direct embrace than panties can provide.

All that was left was dishes. Ah well, she still needed time. Idle hands and all that. It wasn’t hard, sponge and soap, nothing more. You hummed a meandering tune made up on the spot as you pile clean plates and cups up to dry. The last one was a dog bowl. She didn’t own a dog. Your chest burns. In no time you’re done. Mess cleaned. You glance at the clock on the wall, smiling at the fact it all only took thirty minutes. Would probably take her a full day. So needy, so sweet, so… so… your hand squeezes the memento in your pocket.

Your phone dings. A text. “mom, can you help” Your chest feels so heavy. A hand touches the front of your sweater. It’s damp. You half run to the bathroom, knocking thrice. It clicks open. Your daughter-friend looks absolutely dejected, face wiped clean of makeup. “I can’t get it right.”

“Don’t worry honey, mom’s here.” She opens the door and you immediately frown. She was wearing the baggiest clothes she had. An oversized hoodie she lifted from you and big cargo pants with clunky boots. She was hiding in her clothes. So shy. But a party wasn’t for shyness. “That outfit won’t work.”

“It won’t?” She looks downright panicked.

“You know why you’re going to this. You want to be around people, to mingle, to get out of the house a bit more.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, baby, I know.” She hugs you, and you pet the back of her head. “But, you are allowed to be scared and still do something. That’s what bravery is.” Your voice goes from maternal to a growl. “Can you be brave for me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” You raise an eyebrow. “Yes, mom.” You kiss the top of her head.

“Now, wait here.” The softness is back in your words. You rush off, making it to her closet and rifling through it. Where was- there! You retrieve a beautiful and sleek black dress and heels. She never wore this outside of your presence. But tonight you would share. It’s good to share the things you own. You rush back to her and hold the outfit up to her.

“That outfit?”

“Are you questioning me?”

“No, mother.” She straightens up, her face turning red. “It’s just that, that’s for you.”

“And I may do what I want with it.” You sway up to her, your heaving bust pressing into and dwarfing hers as her face burns. “Strip.” She moves quickly, throwing the baggy clothes off of herself, leaving her in just boxers and a sports bra. She just stands there. “All of it.” She’s much slower now, caution in exposing herself to you. One could mistake it as fear or discomfort, but no. She was teasing you. “Now.”

She speeds up again, naked in seconds. Her body was modest, at least compared to you. Small chest and small curves. Her hands begin to move to cover her up. “Hands at your sides. Stand up straight.” She obeys as best she can, slightly tilted to the left. You manually adjust her, feeling no resistance as you pose her. She’s smiling like an idiot. “Good girl.” You say as you slip two fingers inside her. Her breath becomes rapid as you finger her, feeling her get wetter by the second. “Don’t cum. Not yet. And don’t move.” She clenches her hands, body trembling as her face twitches. You reveled in the quiet sounds of her dripping onto the tile floor. You stop just before she cums and hold your fingers up to her face. She licks them clean. “Good girl.”

She beams with twitching pride, her hips swaying as if trying to wag a tail. “Arms up.” She obeys, allowing you to put the dress over her head and pull it down onto her, it easily sliding over her bare form and leaving little to the imagination. You circle her to make sure it’s on right. It is, but she doesn’t know that. You tug at the spot on her ass, pinching it through the fabric and making her gasp. “Are you alright, dear?”

“Yes, mom. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” You purr directly in her ear over her shoulder, her posture faltering for a moment as her eyes flutter. So easy. Your back aches as your chest feels even heavier, your top straining under it. You return to the front of her and take a knee. “Give me your left foot.” She lifts it, allowing you to place the first heel on. She does the same for the right. She has to adjust how she’s holding herself now that she’s in heels, teetering just a little. You smile and take a long step forward.

Your bust smacks into her face, sending her off balance with her arms flailing for the nearest solid surface for purchase. They could only find your chest, fingers sinking deep into the taut skin and providing enough pressure to spray milk out of you. You let out a satisfied moan as she continues to scramble, feet unable to ground themselves due to her footwear and hands taking advantage of the opportunity to grope you with reckless abandon. Each squeeze relieves some of the pressure inside you as you drain.

You allow your shoulders to de-tense and your eyes to close, happy as she milks you accidentally. She finally stops, steadying herself against you and getting back on her feet. You open your eyes and see her, nuzzled against your chest, happy eyes and a dumb smile staring at you. A dog. A dumb, adorable dog.

All the pressure relieved immediately returns, body producing more milk at the sight.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, mom. T-Thank you.” She squeaks.

“Wonderful, now, sit. We have to make you look stunning.” She nods and sits onto the toilet, hands on her knees with perfect posture. So polite for you and only for you. 

The tight black dress was an intoxicating sight. An eye twitches as your breathing hastens for a moment. You hum her favorite song as you work. Mascara, eyeliner, blush, the works. You don’t need to say a word as you adjust her head, it obediently follows the push and pull of your hands. “So pretty. My little girl, out on the town.”

“Mom, I’m three years older than you.”

“And you’ll always be my baby.” She gets that beautiful flustered smile that makes you wild. You’ve both said those exact words before, again and again, yet she still gets flustered at it. She takes glances at your chest. “Hungry?”

“No, ma’am. Not now, ma’am.” She was lying, you could see it in her eyes. Oh well. You pick up her hairbrush, frowning at the mess of hair tangled in it. No matter, it worked as you put her hair into order. She had the cutest wavy hair, ended just above her shoulders. She looked stunning every time she grew it out.

You dust off her outfit a little, half to clear off the small bits of whatever clinging to it, half to drag your hands over her chest over and over. You felt her nipples harden under your hands, poking through her clothes. She squirms and whimpers. Like a dog. Your eye twitches. “Missing something.” You purr, opening the cabinet over the sink and pulling various lipsticks out. “Which color today, dear?”

“The blue one.”

“Good choice.” She lights up. So cute. You hold her head up as you finish her makeup. She rubs her lips together and pops them. You keep holding her head, staring into her hazel eyes. Just staring for a long while, enjoying the sight of her squirming more and more, your gaze enough to work her up. She was like a doll. Stiff like a doll, you dressed her like a doll, obedient like a doll. Obedient like a dog. Your perfect little girl. Your eye twitches again. “Honey.”

“Yes, mom?”

“It’s missing something.” You grab another lipstick, the deep red one. You stare her down as you apply it to yourself perfectly. You’ve done this countless times. “Pull your dress up.” She turns red as she obeys slowly. Exposed and dripping. You go to your knees. “Stay still for me.”

“Y-Yes, mother.” You latch onto her, kissing her pussy and dragging your tongue across it. She twitches and wiggles, making pretty little squeaks as you tease her. You plant kiss after kiss around it, obvious kiss marks to mark her as yours and as well loved. You slip your tongue inside, pressing against her favorite spot and hearing (one of) your favorite sounds as she moans, head flinging back.

“M-Mom. I-I- please. I wanna. Please.”

You pull back for only a moment. “Cum.” You latch back onto her, tongue plunging deep as she shudders and whines, hips bucking against your face as she cums. You lap greedily, reveling in her taste. So sweet, so delicious. She had a rigid diet meant to optimize her taste for you, and you could tell she was sticking to it. Addicting. Addicting. She gasps and shudders as you stand up. “Good girl.” She trembles, biting hard on her lip as her perfect posture collapses. She pants like a dog. “Speak.” She yips. You smile, your chest aches. A glance in the mirror shows your beading milk through your sweater. “Still missing something.” You lean down to eye level. “Go get it.”

She crawls over to the sink, wiggling her hips as she digs through it. She pulls out the black leather collar and rises to her haunches, arms curled like the puppy she was. It had a little silver tag with her name on it and your contact information on the back. You take it and latch it around her neck. “This won’t come off for the night, okay?” She yips, tongue hanging out as she pants. “Good girl.” You pat her head. Your breathing is heavy. Still. Missing. Something. You pull the straps of her dress down her shoulders, exposing her modest chest, nips hard. You kiss them each once, twice, three times, and one last one encircling each nipple. She barks in joy. You admire your handiwork. There were over a dozen kisses lining her body. Finally, she was ready.

“Get up and make yourself modest enough. I’ll get the car ready.”

“OK, mom.” She says excited, fidgeting with her outfit as she makes sure it’s tight as possible against her.

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You’re still breathing heavily, hand clutching the red keepsake in your pocket. She was so good tonight, she deserved to enjoy herself. You check your phone. She’s going to be half an hour late. Not too bad. She opens the door to get in the back. “No. The front seat.”

“But-”

“You’ve been perfect tonight. Consider this a reward.” She skips around the car and hops into the seat next to you. You pull away and down the dimly lit roads of the town. You glance at her, she’s staring. You needed release. You pull up your sweater and let a tit fall out. She begins to drool. “Drink, I know you’re thirsty.” She all but lunges as she grabs your breast and locks her lips around it, suckling like the little puppy she is on her mommy. “Now, tonight, I want you to be social. A good, happy dog.” She nods. “Go and see if you can find someone to share the night with. Have fun, be the dirty dog you are. And then, when you come back, unsatisfied that the person you slept with wasn’t me, I’m going to treat you even better. Do you understand?” She makes a muffled moan and nods. “Good girl.” She drinks from you the entire ride, the sucking sound more beautiful than anything the radio could ever play.

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You lean against your car, watching the crowd of drunk party goers staggering off, trailing behind the designated drivers like obedient little dogs. You had dogs on the mind. One dog, specifically. You had spent most of the time waiting for the party to end in a cafe, and when you weren't there you were smelling the red panties. Licking them. Sucking them. Forcing your breast into your mouth and drinking like mad. Your hand was gripped hard on her leash behind your back. You were going to break her.

And there she was, hunched a bit as she blends into the leaving crowd. The second she sees you, she straightens up, sober as ever. She rushes to you, jumping into your arms into a tight hug. “Hi, mom!”

“Hello, dear. So how was your night? Did you have fun, meet someone?”

“Yes, ma’am! Someone complimented my collar so I focused on him.”

“Was he good?”

“Not really. He was fine, but he got winded after the first round.” She shifts her weight from side to side. “I didn’t cum.”

You frown. “Awful.” She whimpers. “Oh, honey, you’re fine. Don’t feel bad. I’ll fix that, just like how I fixed up your makeup.” You growl. Her hips were wiggling, still mimicking a wagging tail. You pull out her leash and attach it to her collar. Some drunk nearby shouting something about being kinky at you two with slurred speech. Her face is bright red.

You’re deeply tempted to speed on the way home. You never let go of her leash. Her hands never left her knees, and she didn’t slouch for a second.

You lead her up to her bedroom by the leash, with her on all fours and panting. She hops over the bed, invisible tail wagging as she yips. You reach under her bed and pull out the oversized strapon she keeps for your use only. No matter who she is sent to fuck, you are the one that gets special treatment. You were her mother after all. The only person that could satisfy her. She was yours. She spins around and props her ass into the air. You growl.

You work into the usual cycle, pounding her into the dust as she barks and begs until she cums, then spinning her around and making her lick the strap clean, just to repeat it all over. Again and again, late into the night. Her howling driving you both into animalistic fucking as you shower her with praise.

Good girl. Good puppy. So good. The best.

Her tongue lolls out, the only noises she can make are barks, yips, and howling. You lean on top of her, pinning her under you as you split her with the oversized strap. You silence her barks by sticking your tongue in her mouth, kissing her again and again, making her cum again and again. Melting her little puppy brain until it’s as simple and happy as a dog should be.

Best girl. Bestest girl.

Do you want a treat?

She barks repeatedly, panting like mad. You pull out of her and discard the strap, planting your bare pussy onto her face. She takes no time to lap at it, expertly eating you out in the way you trained her to. Her hands clench at the sides of her, begging for permission. You deny it a little longer, grinding on her face, soaking her head, smiling as you watch her fists ball tighter and tighter as they plead for your body. Such a good puppy, showing such restraint.

“Grab me, puppy.”

Her hands fly into your love handles, pulling down to force as much weight as possible onto her. They grasp, glide, rub, massage, every motion possible, just as desperate to please you as her tongue was as it lapped at your cunt. Your body loses all tension as you reward your puppy, growing closer and closer to climax.

Good puppy. Best puppy. My puppy. Mine. Mine. Mine.

You rise for a moment and slam down onto her face, cumming hard and half drowning her as her arms do their best to keep you in place so you fully drown her. Your moans melt into laughs and back again, your pet twitching as one of a dozen orgasms rip through her from the act of pleasing you. “Baby, are you ready for round two?”

She yips.

“What about round three?” Your breath quickens as you feel her squirm under you. “Four?” She makes growling noises a puppy would make playing. “Ten!? Speak!” You give her a breath by moving off her face and onto her chest.

“T-Twenty. Twenty rounds, please mommy. So, horny. In- heat!” She devolves back into barking. With a grin of wonderful intentions, you lean over and retrieve the strap on.

“I’m going to break you in half.~” She howls with approval.

It repeats.

On and on.

You both only stop when the sun begins to rise, collapsing into a cuddling pile with your strap still buried inside her as sleep takes you both. You wake well rested hours later to the beautiful feeling of tugging on your mouth filling teats, you daughter suckling with closed eyes, stomach taut from who knows how long drinking from you. “Good morning, honey.” She moans. You notice the low hum of a vibrator nestled between her legs.

She detaches from you. “Mommy. I want to thank you. Please, let me, let me.”

You smile and spread your legs. She buries her face under your stomach, tongue lapping against you. You relax into the bed. She’ll tire herself out in a while. Maybe an hour. Maybe you’d make her do it all day…

Your legs wrap around her head and you lean into the bed.

The couple shifted in their seats, a mix of excitement and hesitation clinging to both of them. A thoroughly plain couple, one Asian man, one Hispanic woman, no modification of any nature. Average to an extent that it was boring. But here they were, across the desk of a serpent woman that could bump her head on the ceiling if she straightened up, her massive tail that made up her lower “half” piled behind her as she crossed Ts and dotted Is on the forms to enroll the two into the breeder program. Specifically the intense section. It’s one thing to have a kid every few months, maybe with some modifications to make the pregnancy easier. But the intense program was, well, intense.

It was the equivalent of ripping the internals of a car out and replacing them with state of the art specialized racing specs, but for your reproductive system. Pregnancies always of 4 kids at least, usually much more, pregnancies that last weeks instead of months, overclocked libidos and nurturing instincts just to optimize through-put. There were billions of couples and polygamists that wanted kids now, and either didn’t want the pregnancy hassle or were incompatible with each other's anatomy and unwilling to get modified. And with so few willing to dedicate all their time and bodies to the cause, there would always be room for the perverts that want to breed constantly.

“Ssssso,” the towering serpent hissed, “your formssss are in order. Everything is sssset. We can get you into the chamber and modified.” She adjusts her tortoise shell glasses. “If you have any ssssecond thoughts, now is the time to back out. Reversssing this can be… traumatic.” The pair look into each other's eyes, holding hands as they nod.

“We’re ready.” The woman says.

“Yeah, ready.” Says the man.

The serpent stamps the forms and puts them into a folder. “Your firsssst paycheck comes in tomorrow, you get one a day, of course. If there are any complicationsssss, we’re here to help.” She holds out a contact card just as plain as the couple currently was. The couple rises unsteady and exits the office. Ms. Vic takes her glasses off and pinches the bridge of her nose. She fidgets with the gauge in her cobra hood, a stim she uses only when frustrated.

She’s seen more lustful and/or impassioned people turn away. Most that fantasize about immobility under a pregnancy bump get bored, and the ones with dicks grow to resent just how much work goes into tending the chores AND relieving the constant pressure inside their balls.

Those two won’t last a month. Another sealed case to shove into the archives.

A spark of hope inside her hoped she was judging books by covers.

—--

Red clutches his face with one hand, sweat dripping off his forehead and onto the table he was bracing himself on. His quarter meter dick dumped another load onto the ground, coconut sized balls swelling just that bit larger as muscles thickened to support his new girth. His teeth were clenched so hard they might bleed, as he tried to be stoic. The sex-repressed majority of his mind had been in denial about this whole arrangement. It was good money, it was to make families across the stars, it was a moral good. All bonuses, not the main prize. The growth, the lust, the excuse to indulge in every smothered fantasy. That was the reality he was confronting alongside three dozen dreams of fathering generations.

His dick explodes, gaining ten centimeters. He fails to stop a moan quite enough to be drowned out by his gurgling balls. He couldn’t put it off forever. He. Had. To. Breed. Her.

Trish sputters, head lolling from size to side as her spine is alight like a main electrical line. Empty, that’s all she could think about. A decade of edging to images of pregnant strangers, starting with the normal pregnancy kink stuff before doing it to even the most banal photos. A decade of hiding her lust behind locked doors and under sheets, of erasing her search history. What a gamble she took confiding in her love, who simply had to be her soul-mate now.

And how it paid off!

She flexes her back as her hips pop and stretch, bone warping to widen her birth canal to make it all seamless. A part of her laments not enjoying the struggle of childbirth, the fantasy of long months of craving and vomiting, showing her dedication to her one true kink. But that was nothing compared to what she was going to do. Going to be. Her breasts, already E cups, begin doubling in size. She manages to force a nipple into her mouth, sucking hard as it swells into a nub the size of her thumb, drops of milk dancing on her tongue as she cums. Her juices arch across the room and splat on the wall, her shoulders digging into the bed. She slams a fist onto the mattress, snarling as her legs fatten into pillars of meat begging to be abused by someone as feral with lust as her.

Bones pop more as she grows bigger, taller, wider, more space for her womb, more support for her udders, more, more, more.

Red was pumping his dick like mad, accepting how it was growing in his hand, how it pushed against his fingers, how the mound of cum piled up and up, how it all made him feel better than anything had before. A connection in his synapses was made, his body stretching up with cracks and groans, his shortish one point seven meter tall frame, once shorter than his lover, was now clearing two meters without stopping. Muscles piled up just like the pool of jizz, arms that could bend metal bars exploding into existence as veins appeared across his godly frame.

Godly. Godly. Fertility God. A new kink was unlocked in this essentially a virgin man.

He snorted like a bull as he took a set towards the door, his half a meter dick jutting forward like a third leg and drooling a steady flow of seed, leaving a snail-trail as house shaking footsteps echoed out.

She heard him approach, his footsteps deafening. He slammed the door open, a hinge ripping free of the frame and making it hang loose. The light from the hallway blocked by the wall of inhuman muscle that was now her lover, her breeder, her great swinging cock. She pried open her pussy with both hands to welcome him, it gaping wide enough to easily fit a normal sized fist in it with room to spare.

He pounced like a tiger, hilting her with newfound agility. The floodgates on her milk shattered as she sprayed buckets through the air. They could hear each other's hearts swelling, beating like drums, blood rushing with such intensity it was audible, background noise of rushing liquid covered by the rhythmic claps of walls of flesh slamming into each other. Folds bloomed across her as she neared one ton in weight, mountains of padding slapping against each other in a chorus of plaps that cheered them both into animalistic breeding.

It took no time for him to cum, and even less to cum again. Her midsection grew in pace with the flood as her womb churned out eggs for her man to claim. They roared, and growled, they raked red marks on each other's skin as they clutched each other tight, as if letting go would mean death. It might as well have. This bliss was everything, their mind reknitting from the heavy modifications until breeding superseded all needs. A permanent haze of being in heat, with lust all too eager to let it happen to uncork wasted years of being locked away.

She reveled in the weight growing to be immobilizing, pelvis pinned by an ass the took up most of the bed and left her pelvis high in the air, the perfect angle to keep all his seed in, ribs half crushed by mounds of milk production that had surpassed any practical form of measurement, a womb that was bigger than both of their old selves combined. It wasn’t just that, her legs swallowed themselves, too thick to walk again, arms became too plump to move without making her a huffing mess, everything piling up and multiplying to have enough fat to sustain the broods she would create.

She wasn’t satisfied. The dreams of feeling her pregnancy bump touch the ceiling, of a dozen kicks driving her mad, of knocking the walls down in a tide of her, of flooding the house, the neighborhood, the continent, the world, THE GALAXY, EVERYTHING. Those plagued her mind. She hadn't stopped cumming for one second during this.

He flexed his upper half, hormones raging as coherent thought was blasted into impossibility. He wasn’t a person, not for now. He was breeding stock, he was fertility, he was the concept made flesh in divine form. He flexed every muscle just to feel veins bulge. Greedy hands sunk into pillowy ass, deep enough to disappear. He grunted and huffed, eyes locked onto her wobbling sea of fat, her face contorted in mind breaking bliss, eyes rolled into her head. He wanted her bigger, he wanted to be bigger. This wasn’t enough, he deserved better, they deserved better. He wasn’t a lonely God, this was a two member pantheon. The thought made his balls empty in one spray strong enough to blast through a concrete wall, his lover wailing as it pounded her deepest parts and spurred on yet more growth. They refilled and overflowed in seconds.

Why be a two God pantheon? A three, a four, a ten, hundreds, thousands, multiplying and growing around him, mountains of fertility piled high and eternally cumming as they screamed for him ONLY HIM. Millions, he would fill planets with his legacy and become a legend to rival any being. A towering pillar that was above the clouds, drowning countries in shadow and spraying sticky rain onto eager cities, mere contact blessing the masses with his next brood.

The two were in one twisted mind. Something primal sparked alive, not of magic or psychic nature, simply of the beauty that comes when great minds think alike. They locked eyes over the swell of her in the last moment they could.

“More. Bigger. More. Bigger.” Their voices deep and rumbling, shaking dust in other rooms off shelves. Her expanse blocked their vision of each other, but it didn’t matter. Their eyes stayed locked. “MORE. BIGGER. MORE!” A burst of her growth made him brace against the floor, his feet sliding across it and tearing up the wood. His head cracked the ceiling as he spiked in size in response to her, his tree trunk dick bigger than she once was. “BIGGER. BIGGER. ALWAYS!” Two minds went blank as the beasts, the Gods, roared.

The bedroom windows crack from their volume, the noise snapping the drowned normalcy in the two of them onto the surface.

Trish spoke first. “Oh fuck.” She said in the voice she had before all the excitement.

“Doesn’t matter. We’re getting paid enough to cover much more than that. Although I think we need to be somewhere more… spacious.” He looked off to the sides, noticing the hills of breasts that were almost touching the walls, and how his back was touching the one behind him. He could feel the drywall crumpling a bit as it relaxed. A dull pounding was in his head, like a mild hangover. “You feel OK?”

“I feel like a cavity that’s just been filled.” She tried to move an arm to rub her boulder of a pregnancy bump. No luck considering the bags of fat on it and the breast atop it. “This was perfection.”

He chuckled, rubbing a hand on his chin. It was a lot sharper than before, with stubble on it. “I’ll have to shave.” He noted in his mind. He tried to pull out of her, the wall behind making that impossible without impromptu demo work. He barely took a step back and the wall crumbled down, a massive breeding monster sized hole now leading into the hall. He had to touch the other side of the hall and crack it to pull all the way out, the slick pop it made causing them both to moan and go weak kneed.

“Holy, fuuuuck. You’re so, so, so much.” Lust was rekindled as she swelled that bit bigger. “I-I need a toy, a massive fucking toy. I can’t bear this emptiness.”

“Got it. I’ll find one. Probably gonna need it custom made.” He said the last part under his breath. Looking down he saw the uneven flow of cum leaking from her destroyed hole. It was getting everywhere. He was reminded of the mess he made before. He exhaled as he remembered the pamphlet that emphasized the amount of work he was going to be doing as the mobile partner. A part of him was concerned, the rest thrilled at the constant proving of his dedication to his Goddess of fertility.

He lumbered over to the closet, punching footsteps into the wood flooring. Another mental note to get reinforced everything in the new place. He’ll need a list. He pulls the mop inside out, realizing he easily holds it on one hand, like how one could hold a flute.

He laughs at the realization of just how intense all this was, and how something so mundane put it into perspective.

—--

Ms. Vic grunts as she pushes open the massive metal doors that lead into the warehouse-looking home. Bi-Monthly inspections were her favorite part of the job, and the Kriegs were her favorite and star cases. She had never been so happy to have been so wrong. The second she slithered inside she could hear the loud slapping of the lovers breeding. A smile and a pleased hiss marked her unrepressed pleasure at seeing people indulge while doing good.

She rang the large bell by the door. Red installed it just so visitors could alert him. The wonderful noises stopped, and thundering footsteps approached her in the expansive living room filled with metal furniture much too large for elephants. The five meter behemoth that was Red rounded a corner with his shoulders grazing the walls, his dick belching cum at the sight of her. She bit her lip as she imagined what his mind thought upon seeing her.

“Ms. Vic! I forgot you were coming today. I always get mixed up for a few days after birth. Lotta delicate things that need tending to.” His voice rattled her, rolling like thunder.

“It’sssss OK, dear. I take no offense. You two are always so busssssy. It’s admirable.” She could not take her eyes off him, they drifted from his dick to his chest to his beaming smile high above. She felt empty in her womb. He didn’t need any pheromone mods to induce that in her. “I’m not just here for regulationssss.”

“Oh?”

“You’ve been sssssso productive over the months. I’m here to congratulate your fiancé. Sssssshe has surpassssed one thousand children at lassssst.” Her serpent lisp always acted up something fierce when she was worked up. Empty. So empty. She was a part time member of the program…

“That’s wonderful! Trish tries to keep track but uh, numbers are hard when you’re mid orgasm. And she’s almost always mid orgasm, if not from the toy then from the pumps.” Ms. Vic was suddenly aware of the rhythmic chugging of engines in a distant room. She’d heard them before, but they were faint enough that her distracted mind tuned them out. “I’m sure she’ll be excited to see you.” The giant fidgeted for a moment, as if he was not a man so comically built to breed like an animal that he could uproot trees with ease and was instead a meek little boy. God, he was pathetic while built like that, a lethal combo. “You know, the offer is still on the…”

Fuck it. It was a milestone. A cause for celebration. “Sssssure, ssssstud. I accept your generousssss offer.” The giant gave an eager smile with glittering eyes, his dick belched cum in an arch over her.

An hour later, the inspection was done, and a heavily bloated case worker slithered through the massive metal doors. Her clutch filled womb dragged along the ground as she leaked cum. She made a mental note to do this again. And again. More. More. Bigger. Bigger.

She shook her head. Those two were a terrible influence.