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Inflation Intoxication

Chapter Six

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Kagatoion

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She groaned, sprawled out and still energised. It was just good to languish in the moment, at least for a little while, all three of the others, as one massive blob, a slime-like cum blob, forced inside her. She rested her hand on her belly where they had forced their way up into her womb, though all it did was contribute to a thick bloat to her lower stomach as if she was pregnant – even if in a hyper sense. For the beautiful round of her belly could not have been considered anything at all akin to a normal pregnancy, so large that, if Vanessa had still been normal, she would not have even been able to walk with it rounding out, wobbling back and forth.

“Mmm…"

She moaned blissfully, not aware of what she had done, what had happened, that the others had turned into a cum blob and been absorbed by her body. They, however, had practically forced themselves into her body, Vanessa resting her hand on her belly and rubbing fondly back and forth, enjoying the softness of it when she pressed her fingers into her flesh. The cum and fluid mixture sloshed about inside her womb as a throaty chuckle left her lips.

“Hm…"

Yet something more was happening, her body far beyond any sense of control. It was a good thing that Vanessa was too far gone to care as her body ached, the light, throbbing strain rippling out from her belly and spreading through her entire body, from head to toe. Her shoes were still on, even if her feet were bare, sticky with bodily fluids, and she curled her toes as the strain concentrated on them, skin rippling, flesh bulging, something changing.

“Mmph… Oh… No…"

She tried to push it back down and set aside the notion of growth, at least at that time, but it was not to be. Not even as Vanessa moaned openly and half sat up so that her torso was upright and her legs kicked out before her, toes scrunching up and relaxing as her feet bulged out of the shoes. Her toes rammed out through the front as they burst through even further, splitting each shoe all the way down the side so that they finally fell off, her feet growing ridiculously.

“Ohhhh!"

Even that, however, was pleasurable, despite her grunting and flexing her arm, trying to shake the sense in herself that she needed to stretch, that there was some part of her body that she needed to move, something that she needed to do. It was hard to set aside, even as her right arm bulged with muscle, each one inflating as if it was something out of a cartoon, from the deltoid to the triceps to the biceps and down to her forearm. Lopsided, she tilted to the side of her new, larger, heavier arm, though the other was at least quick to catch up, bloating out and defining the muscle as a cramp sank into what she did not yet know how to use.

But that was okay, as it would come in time – a very short time, in fact. Her torso swelled, pushing out behind her tits, though they grew too, the perky, thick nipples leading the way as she neatly destroyed what was left of her shirt, snapping the bra with an almost triumphant ping of the elastic giving up.

“Mmmph… No… Not yet…"

Yet she could not stop it – she would never have been able to stop it, not as her breasts ached and she feared (with a hint of arousal tangled through it all) that she would not be able to move for the weight of her tits pinning her down. The shreds of her underwear had been just about hanging on also, though it had only been a thin string of cotton around her hips and another between her legs, not covering anything at all but suggesting that clothes had been there, once upon a time. With a flex of her thighs, thick with muscle while still appearing feminine, she snapped it, breathing a grunting sigh at the release of tension here. It was something, at least. Completely naked at last, though her tits had been mostly “out" anyway, she moaned, shuddering in place.

Her right hand pulsed strangely and she lifted it slowly, her eyes wide, taking everything in as it pulsed, all together, larger and larger.

“No…"

I'm going to get huge again – like, really big!

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She scrambled back, trying to get up on her feet before anything happened, not that finding her feet was going to save her. It was just an instinctual reaction to something outside her control as her hand pulsed larger and larger – and other parts of her body too throbbed in the same manner. It was like the sensation that she might have got if she was a water balloon being squeezed – only, her body expanded unevenly, more and more, with every “outward" bulge of said water balloon.

The pressure brindled through her, a shoulder bloating up ridiculously and then smoothing down, flesh finding places to go. One butt cheek swelled plumply, making her more uneven than ever, and was quickly followed by one breast – but on the same side. Vanessa cried out as she scrambled to the clothing rail, where the theatre costumes were kept, though there didn't seem to be anything there that would help.

“Unngghhh…"

She groaned, shaking her head. Her shoulder deflated, back to normal, though the muscle of her torso was still left as she staggered, resting one hand heavily on the wall as if there was nothing else that was going to support her weight. Vanessa didn't notice the cracks that she left in the plaster and paintwork and neither would she have cared even if it had been brought to her attention. Her skin bulged and rippled as if something was inside her and straining to get out, her mind fighting the transformation inflation even as her mind sought, desperately, to revel in it. It was not the first time that the two parts of her psyche had been in conflict with one another, after all…

“Ooof… No… No, not yet…."

She willed herself to stay as she was, imagining how she had looked before, even as the pressure bubbled and churned and roiled within her. And, somehow, she managed to do it, even though her upper body was still heavily muscled, for her, with the muscles nicely defined as if she had instantly become a body builder, her breast softening a little and easing back down to something closer to the size of the other. It was not even, no, and she had to roll her buttocks back against the wall, squeezing her one bigger butt cheek as if to deflate it, but something in her body allowed her to compress to stay at seven feet tall.

Even with bigger feet and one larger hand, and that muscle… But it was better than nothing, if she was going to go through another transformation. She dug through the clothing rack with gritted teeth, seeking out something that she could use to clothe her body, her skin itching furiously. It was not like waiting on an orgasm but something far more insidious than that, rumbling and churning, even her cock still erect and throbbing. Yet that would have to be taken care of later, finding some way to get herself out and to a safe space.

“Mmmph… Hey – yeah!"

She grinned as her buttocks inflated – and then softened back down again, still forcing her body to obey her, to do what she wanted it to do. For she had found a few reams of cloth shoved right up in the back of the storeroom and covered in dust. They didn't look like anything had ever been cut from them, one green velvet and another two of a minky-like fabric that could have been used for accents. The minky was bright yellow and a startling blue: not three colours, all together, that really paired up well. Yet what choice did Vanessa even have as she ripped through it, the greater muscle in her arm helping her out, for once, as she fought the urge to transform, her skin still bulging, pushing out in fleshy rounds, before her concentration forced it right back down and into place all over again.

Ripping up the minky fabric, she forced a makeshift bra, wrapping strips of blue fabric around and around her tits. There was a lot of her to cover and she was fortunate indeed that there was so much material on the reams, gasping and moaning as the pressure on her tits escalated sharply.

“Oof…. Ohhhhhhh!"

She tried to swallow the scream that ripped itself from her as she bound her tits, but the pleasure was too great, her breasts so sensitive that even the slightest brush of breath against them would have set her off. The tight bindings, even though they were very much necessary, were a lot more than her body was designed to handle with spikes of pleasure shooting through her, her breast throbbing and tingling as if she had the trio of theatre students all kissing and slurping and massaging her tits all over again.

Her body, however, though large, was still of a size that she could cover up if she found some oversized clothes on the rack – things like long jackets and skirts, though her cock was going to be a problem first. Sweating with the softer hair at the nape of her neck dampening swiftly with it, she puffed hotly as she added more layers to her breasts, the flesh above and below the bindings bulging while she grappled with trying not to squeal in ecstasy.

It wasn't the time, no… Not when she still had to work out what the hell was going on and all the things that still had to be done, had to be understood. And, if the growth serum did work, as it seemed to, she needed to tap into it so that she could grow when she wanted to.

If Vanessa had remembered at all that her body had absorbed those that she had fucked and filled with cum, perhaps she would have realised that, for her, that was never going to be an option.

Her panties, torn from strips of cloth, for there was no underwear in there that would possibly fit her, were harder still to fashion. As she grunted and wrapped long strips of the fabric around her crotch, she was forced to shove her dick and balls back, for they were just trying to bulge out, pushing her panties out of the way. Her swollen pussy, however, offered a measure of space for her cock and balls, shoving them back into her cunny where they fit, drooling thick cum.

“Mmph…"

That felt good when it shouldn't have made her blood sing, skin so warm that she was sure she would have registered as extremely unwell on any regular thermometer that she might have used if she was feeling under the weather. Every step and shift of her weight came with a swelling threat of her tits bursting free of the bra that she had fashioned, biting her lip until a rush of metallic-tasting blood flooded her mouth, around her teeth. Her skin felt taut, as if it was being stretched all over her body, though no new parts of her seemed to be growing out of control.

Not yet.

She rushed, adding another binding layer around her crotch, tying it into something that covered her pussy and arse, but was by no means a pair of underwear. It would have to do as she grabbed two shirts, putting one on the correct way and then the other with her chest facing the back of the shirt, as the buttons of either were not going to reach all the way around her torso. Her muscles bulged through as she fought to stuff her arms into the sleeves, ripping the seams and rolling her eyes.

They would have to do. It was not as if she had all that many options to work through in there, after all.

The shirts covered her torso, though a strip of stomach was exposed, as she was much taller than she had been before. Her lower half, well…hm. There was a long skirt in there that she tried on, but it wasn't quite working, pulling up too high, and she was concerned that her cock might spring free and tent it out. If she had jeans or pants or some other trousers from the theatre kit, however they looked, she would have just a bit more protection.

So, she stuffed her legs into the trousers, letting the seams rip as she hid herself and looked for a looser pair, something that looked like it had been used in a sci-fi production at some point. Vanessa probably wouldn't find out, though she did roll her eyes and let out a delirious little giggle at just how crazy she looked. Sliding the biggest, long overcoat on that she could find, for it was designed for a man and therefore had more space in the shoulders for her to move.

Her ankles were exposed and almost up to the calf too. Shoes… Hm, she wasn't going to find those but there was a huge pair of oversized black boots that might have been used in a Victorian production. They looked vaguely familiar and she stuffed her feet down into them, painfully wedging her heel into the base. She didn't bother with the laces, the loosest pair of pants over the top of everything else, light and floaty, though still bulging out with the number of layers she had on to hide her body the best that she could. It wasn't about just covering up and being “modest" when she had to conceal her identity too.

A big hat helped too, flopping over her face, though she must have looked a right sight as she stumbled out of the storeroom, avoiding the slick of combined bodily fluids (some had been absorbed by the cum slimes as they had merged with one another) so that she wouldn't leave a track in the hallway. The boots were tight, pinching her toes, and she ground her teeth together, forcing herself to keep going.

And her growth… Now that she had her clothes on, it threatened all the more vehemently, as if covering her body had been the worst possible thing that she could have done. Vanessa groaned, turning a head, though she didn't recognise the student who paused and carried on, which was just as well.

“Unff…"

Oh no…

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Her big toe swelled, bloating up, and she thought desperately to keep it down, to make it go back to normal, even though there was no space in the cramped boot for it. Her left hand, as she clutched at her hat, swelled up, each finger popping up to a larger size, panting and heaving, whimpering lightly in the back of her throat. A burst of laughter echoed around the corner as her calf suddenly exploded with growth, too quick for her to contain it, even though Vanessa still could not have said what it was that she had done to contain it in the first place. Maybe it had all been dumb luck and only that?

But she couldn't let her thoughts sink into that, oh no. She was losing the fight, her fingers sliding, metaphorically, down a slick, slippery slope, dragging her swelling body along with it. Vanessa clenched her jaw hard enough to make a muscle leap in the corner of it, the ache spreading – yet that was a familiar ache and not the intoxicatingly euphoric one that came with every flare of her body swelling up.

First, her pussy, bloating out, filling the space in her haphazard panties.

Her left arm shooting out a few more inches, splitting the shoulder of the shirt that was on the top layer of clothes.

Her right leg swelled up in the thigh and the knee, matching the calf – which could have been a blessing or a curse.

She fought and fought, lopsided and grunting, her face bloating out and filling out, as if she was puffing out her cheeks with air but so much more than that. Her lips grew, plump and full like having filler injected directly into them, yet they bloomed with heat, wet with a lick of saliva that didn't quite need to reside there. She whined, though it was not as high-pitched of a sound as it could have been, breath hitching in her chest, as if her lungs were fighting to get a full lungful of air.

Limping down, trying to move with one longer, stronger leg, she gasped as her other leg swelled, taking her height up, her torso filling out, hips widening. Yet the burst of transformation came with a sudden, sharp stop, as if it was taunting her, dragging her attention first one way and then, viciously, the other direction, showing her just how little she was in control of her own body.

“Unff…"

Yet it was her cock and balls, as her height inched up to eight feet, that did it for her, the swelling rumble of her aching hard-on and nuts pushing out within her pussy. They bulged against her passage, shoved into her sex, but they didn't have anywhere to go as they forced their way out, bulging through the front of her trousers, despite all the layers that she had added.

“Agh… Come on… Uhhhh!"

Vanessa groaned, lunging for a stairwell, heading for the basement. She wasn't thinking straight, her mind torn between horror and pleasure, though she did, in a way, know that things weren't going to be the same again, never. She heaved for breath, her skin sticky with sweat, losing the fight as her balls swelled more and more, her pussy throbbing. It felt like being filled by a toy – but wrongly – with her dick bigger and harder, the veins standing out even more than before. She stumbled down the stairwell, clinging to the handrail for some sense of stability, though there was very little that she could do as another growth spurt took hold of her torso, evening out her awkward transformation a little as she eased up to nine feet tall.

In the basement, she lunged for the light switch, turning it on, though the contents of the basement were of no real concern to her. There was some storage down there, though it didn't have the “hangout zone" that the storeroom earlier had, despite a stack of chairs racked up high in one corner. The light did not reach the shadows in the back but, lost in rising ecstasy, fear crushed under lust, Vanessa didn't even notice.

The bulge in her pants grew and grew, though she had enough presence of mind to be amazed that her clothes had managed to hold it back for as long as they had, even if it had only been “just about." The many layers of trousers that she had put on pulled taut, stitches popping, seams coming loose, the outer layer ripping and splitting with tears. Yet they held on, all while her cock bulge, hard enough to be forced from her pussy as it finally popped free.

Vanessa's head fell back, wide-eyed as orgasm pummelled her. It was nothing like the pleasure that everything else had simmered down to.

“Ahhhhhhh!"

She howled, a broken kind of sound that should never have graced her lips, raw with hunger. At over nine feet in height, her cock flooded her underwear (makeshift) and trousers with cum, soaking through, weakening the integrity of the fabric. She had not realised just how much it had grown as she watched, as if it was all happening in slow motion, her cock straining out against the front of her clothes more and more, the head growing defined through the layers of cloth.

Rrrrrrriiiiiiiip!

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Even her soaked clothes could not contain such a prick as the eighteen inches of rock-hard cock sprang into life, jerking up and down with the force that it had taken to tear itself free. Vanessa moaned and grabbed at it, her heart pounding, yet her fingers would not fit around.

With every throb of blood, her transformation focused on her cock and she howled in ecstasy, jetting off load after load. The only separation that there could have been said to be between orgasms was the slight pause between spurts, flooding the basement with cum in a thin layer. But that was just due to the size of the basement, stretching under a good portion of the Arts building, her head spinning and throbbing, seemingly in time with her engorging cock.

Bigger and bigger… She grunted thickly, rubbing it with her hands, her balls having exploded out too, though they were already the size of footballs. And they didn't seem to be stopping, not even as the veins stood out on her cock and she massaged one roughly, another throb of delicious lust rolling through her.

“Unnnngghhhhhh… Fuuuuuuck."

There was no holding back from it as her cock bloated, the head defined and the glands standing out at the tip, as if the skin was naturally pulling back to put it all on glorious display. And it was not as if Vanessa could even deny, not in any way, that she was head over heels turned on by her own body, groping and squeezing at her cock and nuts, even if there was a flickering of urgent, suppressed concern in the back of her mind.

She didn't know for how long it would last, she said, telling that worrisome, anxious part of her mind to quiet down as her cock swelled to the size of a broom, thickening up to match its length, wobbling as it grew. So…she had best enjoy it while it was there for her to enjoy. At least, that was what she reasoned it all out as.

There was nothing else for it, after all.

Her tits remained smaller, contained by her clothes, even though the pressure was immense. There was nothing to contain the wobbling swell of her nuts, however, as they bloated up to the size of beach balls and then exercise balls – each. Each ball rested within her smooth, soft-skinned sack as she jetted off spurts of cum, each one enough to have filled several gallon buckets.

“Ohhhhh, sooooo big!"

She whimpered, licking her lips, eyes half-closed, though her cock lunged out before her in another startling growth spurt, getting up to the length of a double desk – maybe ten feet long? But it was still going, more and more, her balls spreading out to either side of her as she was forced to kick her legs out wide and sit back, gaping in aroused horror at the sheer swell of her body.

It was everything that she had ever wanted, languishing in orgasm, her balls growing larger and larger, big enough that they weighed her legs down and were bigger than her torso. The meaty log of her cock could have held up its own weight with all the blood being pumped into it (likely another happy side effect of the growth serum) but it hung forward over her balls, the head tickling the ground until the round of her nuts lifted it up. It pointed back towards the stairs down into the basement as if it was ready to fire at whoever happened to come down, though Vanessa would not have been able to stop herself if someone had scrambled down the steps, perhaps to see what all the noise down there was about.

“Unnnnnggghhhhh…"

She groaned deep in the back of her throat, the trembling sound rising up from far within her, the core of her being. Her fetish and her greatest fantasy spilled over her as her cock bloated to twelve feet long and still growing, gaining feet like it was going out of fashion. It was a good thing that the basement was a good size, for it at least gave her plenty of room to grow into, especially as the rising mountain of her nuts shoved up further and further in front of her. Coming up to the height of her chest, they swiftly threatened to block out her view, though she didn't care one bit, not with her hands on the base of her gargantuan dick, rubbing it furiously. She didn't need to try to jack herself off to cum, though it didn't hurt either.

“Mmmph… Yes… Bigger…"

She knew that she was pushing things, yet her dick throbbed, the girth fattening up even more, so big that she could not have put her arms all the way around it if she had tried. She would have pressed her face to it, if she had had the flexibility to do so, and rubbed her cheek repeatedly against the smooth length, teasing the veins. Whether it was on her body or that of another, it was the fantasy that mattered, slack-jawed and swimming in delight as cum seeped under her, spreading back across the basement floor.

Her balls towered over her with another rumbling growth spurt and her cock had to be nearing fifteen feet long, even though it was harder and harder to vaguely judge just how big she was. Vanessa, however, was rendered nothing more than a hyper goddess, the tingling pulses of transformation leaving her dick and balls, at least for the moment, spurting and sloshing cum into the basement as if she was actively trying to turn it into a swimming pool.

“Mmmmmph… Ohhhhhhh…"

She worked her tongue around her mouth, trying to get the words out – but what the hell did she even want to say? Vanessa laughed at herself, at the sense of her folly swelling through her.

Why had she ever thought that she could stop things? Her body was comically small, her legs trapped, a tiny, wiggling torso attached to the meat of a cock that deserved to be loved, deserved to be adored. So, why didn't she just get into it? It was what she had wanted anyway?

And there was a big part of the whole experience, despite everything, that felt like it was inevitable, as if it was everything that her lurid fantasies and desires had been leading her towards for so many years. She moaned as pleasure pooled in her breasts, warm and heating up – just the one!

“Gggggnnnnngghhhh…"

As she gave in, she tried to rock forward, bouncing onto her nuts, though she would never know how she managed to wiggle her legs out and around them. Maybe the softness of her balls just gave her more space to move? There was no saying. Not even as that heat flared up in one breast, outgrowing the other as it doubled in size and, of course, ripped straight through her clothes. It was only slow as adrenaline pumped, everything seeming to take its time around her, her mind racing to keep up with, if not stay ahead, with the intoxication of her transformation. She saw, in intimate, intricate detail, every rip and every tear exploding away from that breast, how the nipple led the way, a jiggling reverberation rolling through her breast as it exploded out from her body. Even a shredded piece of fabric flew off in a random direction, never to be seen again.

Vanessa howled out her pleasure as her tit exploded in a glorious, jiggling round, the skin stretched taut, though any discomfort was overruled, all too swiftly, with ardent pleasure. Her cock jetted off as she rested on her knees, balls pressed out before her with one huge tit on top of them, sagging down.

It was difficult to keep up with her transformations, yet she willingly and blissfully went along with it as her nose fattened up – growing much too large for her face. Her teeth came next, filling out her mouth and squeaking as they grew, yet everything that grew was still perfectly human.

“Nngghhhhggghhhh…"

That groan was weird, trying to come out of a mouth that had too many teeth to contain it, wriggling and shifting her weight as the transformations leapt into her crotch. Small rips cut across her chest where the breast that had not grown dramatically was, as the huge one forced her makeshift clothes to give up, the seam of her outer shirt splitting over the shoulder. Her panties and trousers, all those layers, however, bulged between her legs as her pussy filled, the lips plumping up swiftly with new flesh and blood, so deliciously full that she would have squeezed her legs together to pleasure herself if she had been able. Yet with its growth came a further slopping deluge of feminine arousal and she groaned again, clenching down on nothing and wishing so very desperately that she had something, anything, that could fill her.

Her forehead bulged, matching up to her teeth and nose, though the rest of her face had to catch up to, the lines smoothing out on it as her hair thickened up massively. There was too much there for her little ponytail band to contain and it snapped, letting her hair wildly fall free around her shoulders.

Vanessa's moans echoed off the wall, her arm swelling from the shoulder down, popping out the muscles, her fingers curling and uncurling, leading the chemically induced inflation right down into them. There were still lines in her palms and that “mapwork" effect on her skin, those tiny lines that twisted back and forth and gave every body, at skin level, its unique blueprint, but they were too minute for her to pay attention to. Especially as her pussy bloated again, oversized and jammed between her thighs, shoving itself wantonly up and out against her nuts, even though, in that moment, it ended up being well covered.

“Nnnnfff…"

She grunted, though still wanted to be present for anything, her middle finger on her left hand, which had not yet grown, fattening up, awkward and unwieldy. She had never thought about transformations or fetish stuff being uncomfortable and yet it somehow managed to add an extra edge to it all.

Yet the transformation was out of her control as her head crinkled and cracked, skull expanding, finally matching up to her teeth and nose and forehead. Her tongue was slow to catch up, however, finally bloating up as if it was being numbed up and sticking out of her mouth, grunting and waggling it about. It was too big for her mouth, after all that, but she couldn't pause to take it in as her second breast swelled, the prickling, pin needle stabs of transformation digging attentively into her flesh. Her top struggled to contain her and yet it split across the outer layer first, the shirts ripping down the middle, another across the back where the strain was too much. And her breast ended up punching right through the weakest point with her nipple, as always, leading the way.

The nipple fattened up more quickly, however, the growth spurt making it half a metre in diameter while her blooming flesh struggled to keep up. There would not be any stretch marks left behind, however, her head spinning, knees pressing down hard into the concrete floor, barely even present in her own reality. Of course, she was still lactating, but something seemed to have changed in her body as her arm thickened, more and more growth spurts attacking different parts of her body. So many, in fact, that it was simply impossible for her to keep up with them anymore.

Her body exploded, cramping, clenching sensations taking hold, her body out of control, out of balance, though it was not as if she was trying to maintain anything anymore. As her huge cock jetted off cum, she swelled, her buttocks filling out, bloating and inflating, the skin rippling as it was forced to stretch.

And…it just didn't stop. She howled, bowing down to the ground, somehow on the floor, though…it seemed that her cock had ended up under her. She squirmed deliciously even as her back ached, the muscle there not enough to keep up with her and the pressure that her breasts put on her body in particular. Her cock rose firmly up under her, balls squashing out behind, though her arse rounding out more and more, as if it was trying to catch up to her cock and balls, pulled into the realm of nightmare fuel.

She didn't know how big she was, her height growing, bones cracking and clicking, the odd sensation of the vertebrae of her spine growing larger, finding new bone to create and grow with. It still was a very discomfiting sensation as her right hand suddenly bloated up to twice its current size, so big that it would have covered that huge nipple if she had been grabbing at her tits.

Yet all she could do was rest her hands on the ground on either side of her cock, wriggling back and forth, rocking her whole body back on to her nuts while they trembled and churned. She could feel just how much cum was in there, sloshing around, as if she was detached from her own body – and yet intimately a part of it too. It didn't make sense to Vanessa just how those things could both be true at the same time, though she didn't have to come to terms with anything, not like that.

Her ears grew, larger and larger, twice the size of her head, her hair a wild mess around them, one eyeball bulging out at the same time. Her eyelids didn't keep up with the pace of her growth as the pressure grew and grew, as if there was something grinding down on the sensitive ball of her eye from the outside while bearing out at the same time. Groaning, she tried to blink, though was still distracted by her cock throbbing, spilling reams upon reams of cum out, so much that the entire floor of the basement was filled and it was starting to go higher. It would not, however, swamp her body before she was done in here.

“Ohhhhhh… Ahhhhh!"

She squealed as the itching around her eyeball escalated, though her nipples rubbed down into her cock as she tried her best to squeeze them around her dick, even if her arms had not yet caught up. It was too much, all too much, whimpering, grunting, rolling her hips forward, though she may as well have done nothing at all with a dick as large as she had. The glorious, meaty, thick cock that she had craved for herself for so very long, fuelling her deepest, darkest fantasies.

Even if anyone watching her, how twisted her face was as bloated transformations took hold, her eyelid finally closing and opening again over her eyeball while her entire body crunched up to a greater height still. Her body intermittently caught up to the random transformations, yet she was still not big enough overall for her hyper cock and balls to look at least something akin to normal on her body.

“Mmmph… Ohhhh!"

Vanessa was not aware that there were people above wondering what the reverberations trembling through the Arts building were, the floor vibrating with her pleasure. There was only so much of her pleasure and ecstasy, after all, that could be contained and Vanessa was leaning into it, grunting and groaning, squirming around on top of her cock as her body rose closer and closer to the ceiling of the basement. It was not as if it had been all that high anyway and she could only try to find somewhere to rest in there, pressing down, her arms stretched out on either side of her dick and tits.

But the basement could not contain her, filling the basement, kicking a leg back out behind her, trying to find a little more space. She kicked a cabinet and knocked over shelving, though it was as important to her as an ant was to the giants that humans were, despite the effect it may have had on a smaller scale of things.

Her top may have been ripped, though it still hung tenaciously around her chest where her tits had burst through it, the threads stretching further and further, tighter and tighter, around her torso. Right down to a single thread as she knelt, her back up against the roof of the basement, on her knees, groaning deeply as a bite of pain sank into her lower back.

“Ohhh… Please…"

Her tits leaked milk, the compressing pressure a little too much for her, forcing more and more milk to jet from her body. Yet it brought with it a sharp flare of pleasure, enough to ignore the stretching and crunching of her body, muscles bloating up painfully as if she was “pumped" after a very hard workout. Yet there could be no possible workout, not even her old favourite of rock climbing, that could have made her feel as if her muscles were about to explode out of her own skin in quite the way that they were at that moment.

“Ohhhhhh!"

Neither could she stop herself moaning as her tits swelled, her body squashed by the basement, every last bit of soft flesh that her body had trying to find some room to grow into. And yet she was outgrowing the basement as the last thread on her top pinged free, shreds of fabric still around her, though they would fall over when they could no longer cling around her shoulders and under her arms. On her lower half, it was the throbbing of her growing pussy that did it, the soft folds of her sex plush and full, though enlarged beyond what her current body could take.

She didn't know how big the basement was…only that it could not contain her, not as she ground up against the walls, pushing out with her hands, a flicker of panic in her chest.

No, no, no!

_ _

But her heart was screaming “yes" as more cum flooded around her, swirling and swilling and mixing with the milk from her tits, everything just about in proportion besides her cock and balls and, to some extent, her pussy too. None of that registered with her, not as the basement splintered and cracked around her, the strain of her body bulging up against the resisting building sending ripples through the foundations of it. Her cock did not stop spewing cum like a garden hose, though it was a far messier slosh of bodily fluids still than anything she could ever have imagined.

Bigger and bigger, she swelled, the cracks spreading sharply, as if she had become an earthquake – yet not one that the world had seen before. The compression around her body was much too much and she quivered, her skull straining up against the ceiling, a foot wedged back into the stairwell that had led her down there in the first place. She tried to make herself small – yet she had to make herself big, the ceiling crunching and cracking above her head and shoulders as the building gave up.

There was only so much that it could take, after all, her moans echoing as she broke through to the ground floor, ignorant to the screams and the scattering of students. She blinked slowly, kneeling more upright as she pressed into the relief of space, though her cock throbbed up as if it wanted to be known first of all. It sprang up, the head coming up against the roof of the ceiling, though it took a couple of slapping springs, weakening the concrete and metal structure, before it shattered through, spraying rubble and cum and debris everywhere. The swill of semen spread across the corridor that she had burst into as she groaned and stood slowly, her body scraping through the rubble and jagged hole that she had made.

“Ohhhh…. Mmmmm!"

She knew that the building would be destroyed, vaguely, and yet there was no way to stop herself. Not as she grabbed at her tits and arched her back, managing to get up onto her feet, though she was still somewhat in a crouch. Her cock slapped forward as her body pulsed with growth, around twenty feet tall, and slammed into a classroom, the wall shattering, though it offered some resistance. The internal walls of the building, however, were not as well reinforced as the basement had been, for it had been suited for protection at some point in the past, constructed from wood and paper. They had not anticipated, of course, explosions in the renovated Arts building, unlike the Science Centre.

So, her body ripped through, pulling up tiles in the hallway, though the tiles scraping over her tits and rubbing off some further shreds of her clothes only gave her more pleasure. Whenever she thought that her ecstasy could not reach another height, it pulsed higher, a deep, aching tingle that throbbed and throbbed, forcing her mind to even struggle with making sense of every sensation. Vanessa's mind could only try to liken it all to experiences that she had had before as she groaned and tried to pull herself up through the floor, breaking apart the edges of the hole that she had made with her hands. Concrete crunched as if it was made of nothing more than pistachio shells, cracking and leaving dust floating behind as she staggered up higher and her cock sent a wash of cum up against the windows of the classroom that it had slammed into.

Including the ground floor, the Arts building had four floors in total and she was going to break through every last one of them, her growth filling out her thighs, her calves, her feet racing to keep up with the effects of the growth serum enlarging her body. She was already a giantess and yet she was going to end up as greater than she could have ever imagined, huffing and panting. She straightened her back and finally came up against the ceiling of that ground floor, not even bothering to bring her hands up against it.

If she was going to grow, she was going to enjoy every second of it as her tits sprayed milk, huge and leading the way, her cock coming more into proportion with her body – though it would take some time indeed for it to seem at home on her body. It was meant to be big and it was meant to throb and pulse in just the way it did, jerking and slapping up with every shot of cum, bouncing up against the roof of the classroom it was in.

The building buckled around her, her head pressing up to the ceiling as she laughed and moaned, rubbing and groping her tits, for they were the easiest place for her to grab and massage. Hot flares of ecstasy swelled and they spurted milk even more viciously as she crushed up against the wall and sent splintering cracks through the ceiling. It slowly bent, an indent forming above her head, though the building could not hold her as, slowly, she forced her way through to the next floor up.

“Ohhhhhh… Yesssssss…"

There were people there, screams, swinging lights, broken wires sparking off, the slosh of cum spilling out more and more, pouring from that ground-floor window on the first floor and flooding the hallway too. Yet she had to grow, stretching out her arms with indiscriminate relish and smashing through the walls of classrooms on the next floor, though her feet were still firmly planted down in the basement. She smashed through art displays, crunching them in her hands, revelling in destruction, though it would all have happened even if she had not turned in place, poking her fingers through glass windows just to see them shatter and break.

Her laughter warped into one, long, drawn-out moan, smashing through into the next floor, though that was only because she had straightened up again, not having realised there had been a bend in her legs. Her breasts strained through the next hole that she made, bulging through until they popped free, nipples spewing milk over the floor, flooding it, though there were no other students there. Not that it would have mattered, as she was too far gone, moaning and trembling as her cries of debauchery echoed far beyond anything that she could have imagined.

Give me…more…

_ _

Even Vanessa's thoughts came more sluggishly. She had not considered that, but a creature of lust, as she was, didn't need to think clearly. No, no, no… Oh, no, it was much better to sink into pleasure, letting delight roam her body, the building crunching around her as her swelling torso kept up, making space for her. Of course, she did not just gain height, but the rest of her body grew too in proportion, her breasts still huge but evening out slightly in their place on her chest.

She swung around, breasts knocking over a water fountain, water spraying, posters ripping from walls as if they were torn by an unseen wind. She stayed still, laughing with her moan, watching as the tiles around her midsection pulled up and cracked out of place, the building trying to contain her as much as her clothes had. Her pussy throbbed but, alas, it was not in a position to add to the destruction of the building around her, which was as much of a cage as clothing had been before.

She didn't need it. She definitely didn't need any of it. Her bare body swelled, glistening with bodily fluids, though it was mostly milk making the pale skin of her tits shine. She would no longer have even been recognisable as Vanessa – and that was just fine with her. Her cock ploughed through into another floor, with one more to go above her before she came up against the roof, crunching through the wooden framework of the building, though there were some parts – the recent renovations – that held up better to her.

Those drew her attention, stepping forward and ploughing through the multiple floors of the building, including the basement, as if she was wading through deep water that came up to her chest. Vanessa groaned, the endless orgasm giving her strength that she had never known existed, her lips parted, cock throbbing, leading the way in a spill of heady cum. With the heavier brickwork to attempt to contain her, she relished in the sensation of her shoulders coming up against a more reinforced floor that splintered and buckled and yet still held against her.

It would not last forever, glancing back with an open-mouthed smile at the wreckage in her wake. She pressed up against the last ceiling with her hands and let it crack, finding faults in the building that the constructors had never even known existed, rubble still crashing down around her hips, legs and feet. If anything landed on her feet or hit her, however, Vanessa did not even notice. It didn't matter.

She moaned, rising, smashing through, pulling away chunks of building and rubble, for that was all that it was reduced to, with her hands. It would have been boring for her if the building had been smaller, but she was finally at the top, her head rising, coming up to forty-five-feet tall and still growing. Her breasts were large and round, hanging very slightly under their own weight, yet they were so filled with milk that they gave the impression of being perfectly placed on her chest even without wearing a bra. Each one was larger than her head as she nearly leapt up against the roof, scrambling and scraping with an air of desperation for the world outside, her body aching to grow and grow and grow, all without the restrictions that had been placed upon her before.

She didn't need to be contained, her nipples as large around as her massive fist, though that was only relative to her size. She bent her arms and put her palms up flat against the fancy ceiling of the Arts building, which appeared to have been painted on the inside by students over the years. There must have been some kind of class that she had missed that was doing it, though it was of no concern to her. Her bodily fluids mixed together, pussy clenching on nothing, her body prey to ripples of ecstasy, ebbing and flowing, yet never softening beyond the most extreme orgasm that she had had as a woman.

Those who had fled the building, however, were not able to get away from Vanessa entirely, oh no. Her cum and milk spilt of the windows and streamed down the walls like a horrific tide that was not to be stopped, flowing across the grounds and through the bushes around the building. If it touched anyone, they were caught, despite them trying to back away, striving to flee.

She did not see them transform, swelling and moaning, bursting out of their clothes as, swiftly, they became nothing more than the cum slimes that the theatre girls had been through just before she'd absorbed them. As their bodies softened and melted down, melding together into bigger blobs, they streamed back upstream through her cum and milk to get to her, following the flow into her pussy, her anus, her nipples and, of course, her cock too. That was the most obvious entrance as the head of her cock jammed up against a window, shattering it but not shoving all the way through the wall. For anything seeking their creator would take the easiest option to get back into her body, filling her womb and belly and balls and tits.

They swelled a little more, though her cock still ended up, relatively, two feet long – but that was only if her body had been in proportion. In reality, it was roughly sixteen or seventeen feet long and throbbing as it absorbed more people as cum slimes, the inflated blobs rolling and streaming to meld with her body. Her balls hung down with an oversized pair of grapefruit, the sack tugging down lightly under their weight and the veins thick and obscenely layered through them. No human cock had ever been seen with veins that pronounced – not without something more problematic being at play – and yet it was all that Vanessa had craved and, wonderfully, all that the growth serum had given her too.

The veins pulsated with every throb of cum, her body constantly producing more and more. Even with the cum slimes entering her body, she would never run out of either cum or milk, her body making all that it needed to, all for the lust that flowed through her. Figures that meant nothing to her scattered across the campus and she laughed as she smashed through the roof, bellowing like the monster of lust that she truly was, her body roughly expanding, shoulders first, and then her arms, her torso, the swell of transformation bulging down her entire body from top to bottom that time.

It was not the end of the uneven transformations, not by any means, but she would have longed for them and more if she had truly known and understood what was coming. At fifty feet tall, a goddess of giantess destruction, the sunshine glanced off her tits, the clouds seeming to stay away from the sun in the sky. She was everything that she had ever wanted to be as she broke free of the building, clawing and digging at the roof to get her arms and shoulders out too, tits trapped below as milk and cum poured out of most of the windows of the Arts building.

And more and more cum slimes entered her body, flowing up her legs and her chest to get to her cock and tits especially, changing her beyond all recognition…

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