In Heat 24/7

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.