FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Inflated Desires

Chapter Fifteen

_ _

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Kagatoion

---

“Oh, Veronica…”

Jessica moaned, leaning in close, kissing her friend, her partner in crime and demonic possession. For it was through both of them that Fornucatus had come to be, had fused and melded with Jessica’s physical form, though they did not take over her completely, no. No… Oh, no, she did not have to be merely a puppet for them, not when she had her own mind and thoughts to take too, finding far more in the possession of Fornucatus than she could ever have imagined when she had first stood in her apartment and done that silly little spell casting ritual.

Over and over again… Well, maybe she had been pretty keen to find out if it could do something and, clearly, it had done something. Her heart leapt. She had been something of a spellcaster, after all, though who truly knew whether one had to have some level of power in them to even manage to cast a spell like that?

She’d wanted a demonic partner, for Fornucatus to send her someone to fuck, not expecting that the great eldritch, the being who shuddered darkly through her deepest, most sordid fantasies and dreams… Oh, it was arousing to even think of him like that, shaking bodily, moaning into the deep kiss as her lips crushed against Veronica’s with something less than finesse. Yet she didn’t need to be careful and kind when Veronica pressed back to her with just as much urgency.

Jessica had never thought that she would actually get there, in that moment, kissing Veronica deeply, their tongues pressing up against one another, swirling around, deepening the kiss even further. She’d never thought that she would honestly find someone to fuck like that and, truly, it was a lot more than she had initially anticipated, to be fair.

Not that she was complaining. No, Jessica would never complain as she made out with Veronica, relishing in how her best friend’s tits pressed up against hers, rubbing and teasing and pressing up against one another, their nipples out and teasing against one another. The last bits of Veronica’s clothes had to come off, still trying to tenaciously and furiously cling to her body, though, really, it was a lost cause.

They didn’t have to wear clothes anymore, letting their naked bodies out, all to be gloriously and wonderfully exposed, the late afternoon sunshine glancing off their soft skin, strained with inflation already, even though it was still in the very early stages for both. Veronica shuddered and moaned against Jessica as she rocked her hips forward, need coursing through her.

It was as if she had an imaginary cock there, wanting to thrust further, harder, faster, fantasy after fantasy exploding in the comfort and privacy of her mind. Veronica did not have to keep such things private, of course, but she did anyway, only because her mouth was otherwise occupied. Oh, it was so fucking hot to kiss Jessica like that, though she had not thought about her friend in that way for, well…a rather long time. It just had not seemed like something that she would ever want or even need to do with her, experimenting with same-sex attraction – yet were they even the same sex anymore?

Veronica, after all, had already proven, at the mansion with Vincent, that she could be whatever sex she chose.

Against Jessica’s lips, she smirked, moaning openly, rolling her hips, humping and grinding against her. As if on cue, her clit swelled, throbbing up thicker and fuller, giving her the dick that she craved so badly. It was not that she wanted to be another gender, per se, but there was something about having a cock like that, seeing the others that were mutated moaning and loving lust like that so much, that made her yearn for it too.

“Unff… Yes…” Jessica was the first to break the kiss, although her lips were still pressed halfway up against Veronica’s squashed awkwardly, whimpering, groaning. “Your dick… Mmmm… It’s coming… Ohhhhhhh!”

She cried out, rocking her hips as they expanded, yet it was not Veronica even in control of her own initial transformation. Starting at fifteen feet tall, they had a long, long way to go, their bodies aching and rumbling, their bodies swelling all over.

For they had to grow, they had to expand… They had to take up every last bit and scrap of space that had been denied to them for so long, for they had always deserved more, so much more. All humanity, in fact, though Fornucatus’ plans for them perhaps would not have been quite in line with most, except for the most sordid and decrepit of fantasies.

They needed more, to swell, to take everything that had been lost to them, the simple reality of expansion. As their bodies churned and rumbled, Veronica and Jessica swelled even more, expanding up and out, their bodies growing in proportion to one another as they grew past twenty feet tall, twenty-five feet – and then thirty feet.

They did not break the kiss – not yet, at least. It was hot and it was wet and it was sloppier than what either woman would have gone for before, Veronica not able to bear missing out on a single thing. Her body ached and burned from the inside out, as if a fire had suddenly been lit inside her, the red heat of simmering, pulsating arousal snarling inside. She kissed Jessica even more fiercely than before, swapping sides as she tilted her head the other way to deepen the kiss further, her cock growing against Jessica’s lower abdomen, though it remained at a semi-respectable size. It was, to be fair, larger and more sensitive than any natural dick, when put in proportion to a standard human being, but the inflation of their bodies was what took precedence there.

“Ohhhhhh… Veronica…” Jessica moaned, her voice lower and lower with how big she got, a giantess booming, driving, so heavy that she cracked the ground under her – though that was to be expected at such a hefty size. “You’re turning me on so much… I… I’ve never been so turned on in my life…”

She groaned, the sound slipping by Veronica, letting the moment tease forth, throbbing up thicker and faster, crackling, pulsating demonic energy swirling around them. It was not something that could be seen with the naked eye, though they could feel it, how it groped at their skin, Fornucatus drinking them in, feeding off their overwhelming sexual energy, how it crammed together, their bodies aching for more.

It did not merely swirl around them, that demonic energy, either. It pulsed into the buildings, making them crack and break, weakening their structures, some even groaning as they swayed back and forth, beyond the will of any powers that they could have put any kind of name to. Yet such was the way of Fornucatus as Jessica and Veronica kissed passionately, breasts teasing against one another’s. Truly, it was a wonder that they could even get in close enough to each other to kiss, considering the size they were already at.

But there was so much more to come as power ripped through the tarmac, hurled benches askew on the square. It was no earthquake that broke the foundations of the city that, once, they had called home, however, but something far more powerful, something that was going to change the course of the planet and all beyond it so that it could no longer even be recognised. The ground tore up, though it was nothing in comparison to what the two inflating giants were about to do.

They had to break, even though they barely separated. They had to be close, hands running lustfully over each other’s bodies, even as they sought something with which to satisfy themselves. Up at thirty-five-feet tall, they moaned, needing relief, hands between their legs, though Veronica had the choice of grasping her swollen cock, the head thickly defined and lightly slimy and slick with pre-cum, or pounding her fingers into her pussy.

She took another option. They were in a sort of square, even if they had not paid all that much attention to their surroundings prior, focusing on the towering skyscrapers and building blocks around them, the city one that grew up and up and up, oddly enough, just like them. There were statues in the square, a strange sort of meeting place for human beings, though they were both seeing it, in part, through Fornucatus’ eyes at that time, not as they would have done before.

It was just a playground to them. They didn’t have to concern themselves with the people there, for their lives would change forever and never again follow the same influences and notes. They wouldn’t go to work anymore, no, but they would experience pleasure unlike anything else, lust rising, building, twisting through the cores of their being. In a way, they would not even need to see or exist anymore, but that was not something that Veronica or Jessica consciously knew.

Veronica groaned open-mouthed, rolling her pussy back against a statue, sliding her pussy up and down it, leaving slick trails of her arousal behind. As she leaned forward, milk slopped from her tits, pouring from her nipples in streams – though it was more like a flood at her steadily growing size.

“Ohhhhhh,” she groaned, the deep reverberation echoing through the ground under her, sending deep tremors through it. “Yes… Morrrrrre…”

She could not deny her lust, taking on a different sensation as her body ached with lust, deepening. There was the strain of her tits growing, the crack of her bones lengthening, adding more matter to their marrow, but there was the slick slide of her pussy along the humanoid-shaped statue too. She didn’t care what the statue was of, frankly, only that it ground through the folds of her pussy, teasing over her bigger, fatter clit, how even that part of her swelled out as if it was looking for the kind of pleasure that only something beyond her comprehension could provide.

What the hell, it was not as if she was thinking straight… Just lust mattered. Only inflation.

There were people there, some smaller ones that had come out, gaping and helpless, though they were already ensnared by Fornucatus’ force, wrapping around them, breaking their minds, letting them know where the true will of lust and power came from. There was no sense, after all, in holding it back, not at all, not when Jessica snatched them up and fed them an even more direct dose of Fornucatus’ corruption. It twisted and curled its way insidiously inside them, bringing them over into the darkness, but she did not care for that, using their bodies for her pleasure, rubbing them over her breasts, stimulating her nipples.

“Ohhhh, please… Yes, more…” She moaned. “Give me more… I need to…ah…need to…”

Furtively, Jessica furiously used them to masturbate, trying to further stimulate her nipples, circling around them, rubbing deeply, lust rising. The people shouted and moaned but she didn’t hear them anymore, not even as Fornucatus’ influence seeped into them too. No… There was not a single person in the world, let alone the city itself, that Jessica could not grab and snatch up for herself who would not lust for the experience and long for it, moaning and grunting even as their bodies bloated out in change.

“Mmmm… Oh…”

She could barely get out her groans, shifting her weight back, her tits heaving and wobbling as they inflated, the skin stretching and pulling. Her nipples, however, grew larger still, trembling as they plumped out as if they were soon to become the defining feature of her chest, even with her still-growing tits. There were just so many things to focus on all at once, though her mind could go wherever it wanted, from the squirm of their bodies against her chest, their little legs and arms kicking and flailing, to the prickling, tingling sensations shooting through her body.

Yet they were willing, even if she was not sensitive enough to feel their fingers and toes curling into her flesh, making tiny but important indents in her flesh. They moaned, trying, even then, to strip themselves of their clothes, for their desire had to come through thick and fast, though they couldn’t get enough freedom to do so. That was okay, however, for their pleasure would be there in the swelling rise of their growing bodies, bloating out and inflating while Jessica made use of them.

“Mmmmmmm… Yes… Need…”

But Jessica could not put words to what she needed, turning and stomping, huge cracks running through the ground, though she didn’t pay any attention to them. Not even as they ripped up walls and knocked benches askew, shaking the very foundations of the buildings surrounding them. There was no level of destruction that Jessica and Veronica could not embody, windows cracking slowly, as if the glass within could not hold through the pressure of shifting concrete around it.

Great, spiralling cracks ran up a multi-storey building, though Jessica did not care to stop and wonder at how tall it was. It did not concern her, no, not at all. She groaned, arching her back and pumping her hips out for the throbbing might of her swollen cock, drooling and dripping, the bodies in her hands thicker and fatter. Oh, she couldn’t wait to see what they would become too!

So many of them… All growing and inflating, destroying, destructing… There was nothing more that Jessica could have possibly yearned for.

She needed to orgasm, but the bodies were too small, even when she copied what Veronica was doing and used the smaller, on the very edge of mutating, bodies for her pleasure, shoving a man headfirst into her pussy. He groaned out loud, any further sounds that he made swallowed up by her sex as she rocked and ground him deeper and deeper inside her. And yet her pussy needed more to get off, her clit swelling a little with the sheer sensitivity coursing through her with the rhythmic, shuddering pulse of Fornucatus’ power. Not even Veronica could get off with the human bodies shoved into her pussy, using two women at once, feet first, but that, perhaps, could be changed in time when they had transformed too, already shifting, breasts inflating.

No, Jessica and Veronica needed something bigger to start with, needing more, snatching up statues of people and grinding them into their pussies, whether they rode them cowgirl style or broke them free of their pedestals entirely. They were likely heralding the power of someone who had done much wrong in the past anyway and there was nothing lost from their desecration, not as Jessica rode one, hips working furiously, shoving the statue deeper and deeper up into her hot, wet, dripping snatch.

“Ohhhhh, yessssss…”

Her hiss rang out long and low from parted lips, yearning and straining for more, even as lust overcame her. That orgasm that she had walked away from, when she had left the apartment, returned with vehemence, swelling through her, a blossoming of heat that bloomed through her entire body, the warmth of it, somehow, even managing to reach the tips of her fingers and toes.

And it bloomed through her body to her trembling breasts too, aching with tenacity, grunting while bending over to ram another statue into her pussy. Oh, yes, that part of her had been with her for the longest time, of course, and she needed that sensation to root her in the moment, to remind her of where she was, what she wanted from it all.

Fornucatus was not solely there to take, after all, but to give too. And they were most pleased with their subjects.

The statue of an old man with a wizened, blank expression rammed into Veronica’s swollen pussy again and again, though it was quite a tight fit even for her, the lumps and angles of his body caressing her cunt deeply. She moaned, tongue pushing out over her lower lip, her expression one that could have been comical if she was not completely and truly utterly overwhelmed with lust. It was not something exaggerated when they were growing into greater and greater giantesses, more and more flesh rolling forth to cover their growing forms, bellowing in orgasm.

Veronica heaved, grinding down on the statue, feeling the curves of the formed body grinding up deeper into her, more and more, panting, her bosom trembling with every breath that she snatched. Maybe later, she would realise that she didn’t need to breathe anymore, not like that, for Fornucatus would take care of that pesky little bodily function for her.

Some things were not for an inflated futa to worry about, after all, not as the foundations around the statue in the square cracked and the ground under her seemed to groan. Of course, she did not notice that, though her weight shifted, her feet curling down into the ground, more and more cracks spreading out from her toes. Her weight would have been more than enough to wreck the city all on its own, ripping up furrows in the ground as fault lines in the paving slabs were found, jutting up at sharp angles. The park and community area had become a landscape of its own, some humans scrambling over the freshly made concrete ledges, jutting up from the foundations, and fucking wildly.

“Ohhhhhh…”

But the statue felt too good for her not to sink into the feeling of it, rising and falling more and more sharply, though there was less and less pressure there as she tried, desperately, to squeeze around it. She needed more, though her slippery arousal practically poured around it, outgrowing the statue as a low, desperate growl ripped itself from Veronica’s throat, entirely unbidden as her chest heaved.

“Unff… More… Please… Yes…”

She couldn’t get out any more words than that, sinking down and down and down, even taking the plinth of the statue into her pussy. But it was not enough, could not be enough, not as she outgrew even the largest statue there. For fitting into her pussy, of course.

Until, at last, they could not use the statues anymore. Not because there was anything wrong with them, of course not, but more because they were just too small. Desperately, though she smirked, Jessica snatched up some people who were in the process of transforming too, around twenty feet tall and still growing. They would have to do, Jessica and Veronica twice that size, coming up on fifty feet.

They needed a good, tight fit, after all, Veronica laying back on the ground with her cock jetting off, balls slowly filling more and more with every rope of stringy, thick cum that spouted from her, like a fire hydrant that had been smashed through, releasing the pressurised water source within. She had two men, with giant cocks and swollen, aching nuts, in her hands and they moaned out their shared pleasure as she used them as living dildos, ramming them into her pussy, dragging them back and forth, again and again.

“Mmmmph… Ohhhhhh!”

Veronica grunted thickly, working her jaw, losing her sense of self. She didn’t need to know where she was or what she was doing, though the mutants climaxed inside her and on her too, painting her pussy in milky cream and seed too. Oh, so one of them had been a woman and she hadn’t even noticed… Not that it mattered, the fat breasts raking back and forth inside her, over her G-spot, in such a way that had her thrusting up, bearing her feet down into the shattering ground, ruining the paved square that so many had worked so hard on, a long time ago.

Destruction, at least with Fornucatus, was all part and parcel of pleasure.

Jessica had gotten someone who was gaining weight rapidly, larger and thicker than the statues in the square, and their body made a good makeshift dildo for her as she pounded her own pussy, the lewd, wet squelch of arousal flooding the air. She panted heavily, bucking up into the sensation even as she leaned heavily on a building with her free hand, eyes glazed over with ecstasy.

There were no words to be found or heard in her orgasm as she let it rip through her, all over again, craving it still. For it had to come, one after the other, pounding, pulsating pleasure, her pussy pulling around the transforming people that she was easing for sex. It rippled and twitched, yet the muscular contractions were in time with the beat of power around her, something that could never have been possible as just a woman, as only a human being.

She let the mutants go, though they continued fucking and transforming, desperate for more. Veronica had tried a car, but a bus was better suited to being used as a tool for fucking her pussy as she placed it on its end and sank onto it. The body of the bus crumpled and crushed in as she pounded her pussy down on it, moaning aloud, her head thrown back beautifully, a giantess so wonderful in her natural form that she should never have been locked up in any kind of restricted, respectful life, oh no. The bulge that the bus made stretched her cunt further and further, showing through her belly, tracking up, until she had all but the smallest sliver of the vehicle inside her.

She panted, licking her lips, which broke into a faint smile. Yet it was hard even for her to smile through a moan as she ground down, the splintering glass and crushing, crumpling metal of the bus inside her pussy not enough to harm her, no, not in any way. It would take a lot more to take her down and, with Fornucatus’ influence running through her body as it was, the bus even held the majority of its shape for her, thick enough around, for the time being, for her to grind down on, huffing and panting, her buttocks shoved back to get an even better angle.

For her attention, while she leaned on a building for support, putting her arm straight through the window and burrowing into rubble, was on pleasure. Veronica moaned openly, squeezing around the bus inside her, ignorant of how the building that she was gradually leaning on more and more was crumbling. It was much taller than she was, of course, though that was not something that was going to stop her even then, rolling her hips, grunting, tiny moans reaching her ears from those inside.

Her fingers spread out, partly under a desk where a computer sparked, the electrics of the building in disarray, though they would not cause harm to anyone at all, no. They were all protected by Fornucatus, his influence holding them lightly but powerfully, as everything that he was became everything that they had never known that they could possibly be.

Veronica rolled her hips down, fucking herself on the bus, even as the building crumbled around her, leaning further and further through it, grunting and groaning, the rubble cracking down around her shoulder as her arm delved into the belly of the building. Carpet scratched her bare palm but she paid it no mind at all as she moaned aloud, eyes closed, soaking it all in.

And, still, it was not enough. Jessica sought out the corner of a building, hissing through her teeth as she humped and ground on it, though they would be more useful to her when she was larger. Her head fell back as she sought out desire, the building, of course, too big for her to thrust into her pussy, but it still pushed through the sloppy mess of her pussy while she thrust through another building.

“Ohhhhhh…”

She just wasn’t thinking straight, not at all – but she never would need to do so again, no. Not as the building crumbled from her pussy, the weight of her body pushing down on it too much for the structure, gnarled, metal beams reaching forth as if they had a hope of surviving such destruction. Glass showered down like rain as the windows blew out, something exploding within the building, but no one would ever care that the giantesses ended up standing on and crushing a gas line.

No one would get hurt, no… Not even as Jessica rolled her hips, a hand reverently tracing the line up between her breasts, all the way up to her collarbone, her breath hitching and catching.

“Oh… Yes…”

She groped her tits, half-sitting into the body of the building, though something in her wanted to roll her hips too, to thrust and to grind, to arch her back. Jessica’s lips parted, tongue flicking out to moisten her upper lip, clenching her pussy, though she so sorely needed something to fill it.

And that would come.

They both grew larger too, both her and Veronica swelling up higher and taller, so big that they ran back together with booming, thundering steps, swelling and swaying, giddy with joy. The ground partway gave out beneath them, buildings tilted askew as if they were on the precipice of being swallowed back up by the ground itself. Dust billowed out from the destroyed buildings, the giantesses thundering as they rose, thighs thickening up to support their bodies, everything growing in proportion.

The city, however, would soon mean nothing to them. Not even as they fucked themselves on skyscrapers, humping and grinding back, seeking out pleasure wherever they could. With a skyscraper filling her pussy, Jessica blinked dimly down at the world that had once seemed so familiar to her, squeezing down. She clenched hard, crushing the building, her body still inflating and stretching, nipples trembling with the quivering pulse of darkness filling her all the way through.

“Ohhhhh!”

A moan like that had to come, even as she destroyed the skyscraper in her pussy, not even recognising the city that she was looking down on. Already, she brushed the clouds, straining up and up and up – and still wanting more. She was far from light-headed but she yearned for it, her lips slightly parted, panting, whimpering, though her voice and tone were both still much deeper than they had been before.

Veronica rolled her hips, easily filling out an entire skyscraper’s width with it that time, her dick emerging out the other side with a shatter of glass, concrete falling as if in slow motion. Everything seemed slow from her vantage point, as if she could finally step back and see things clearly. But she would not need to, not as her cock ached and throbbed, almost as if she was experiencing an orgasm right then and there.

Ah, but that true ecstasy was yet to come…

“Ohhhh!”

Veronica lost herself in it, the clench of her muscles powering her through the skyscraper, leaning heavily into it as she pushed on and on, humping, growling lowly in the back of her throat.

“Ggrrrrrrr…”

It was feral and it was raw, even if her mind, in a way, was slipping away. Her lips remained parted, dragging in what air she could, shifting her weight to her other foot and smashing another smaller building under her. She could not even see the ant-like bodies of the people below her anymore, even as they grew, soon to become fat and inflated, their bodies serving a greater need and purpose for Fornucatus still.

They would be fine, more than fine, all as she laughed aloud at the folly of the statues, of how even a building was not enough to pleasure her, after everything that she and Jessica had longed for. The changes… Everything felt as if it was a deeply seated fantasy that was only then being brought to life, skin tingling with anticipatory energy, passion coursing through with each driving beat of her heart and aching, desperate thrust.

The din of rubble falling clouded her mind, closing in, though she thrust and thrust, the building collapsing around her cock while Jessica laughed and clapped her hands. It was a deeper, more resounding sound than even a clap of thunder, the low din echoing, like a shockwave that had to reverberate through the entire city.

Up and up and up, they swelled, their bodies filling out, though they did not know how they were affecting other cities at that time. It had stretched so far, the influence of one greater than they could ever have imagined, but it was all as it was meant to be, Veronica grabbing Jessica’s hands and meeting her eyes lustfully, delight shimmering in them. For there were even more people, across their city and beyond, already transforming, suddenly mutating into lewd, lustful giants and giantesses.

All under the will of Fornucatus. But they were ignorant to it as they groped and squeezed one another, panting through lust that could not be controlled, not even then. Jessica squealed as Veronica sucked on her nipple, somehow managing to fit it into her mouth, for it was standing up pertly and thickly, blooming across her breast as if it needed to take up more space than it had before. Yet her attention was distracted when they grew past five hundred feet, as tall as the buildings that surrounded them and more.

Veronica’s eyes gleamed.

“Jessica…” She growled, licking her lips. “The buildings…”

For there were some small enough to take into their cunts at that time and they rocked on top of them, using them as giant dildos, the rise and fall of their hips oddly slow and sensual. It was as if they could not move as quickly as they had before when they had been transformed into giantesses, but, frankly, neither cared. They just took pleasure where it was to be found, moaning, clinging to one another, moving to larger and larger buildings to stuff their pussies full with. Windows might have shattered and they might have crushed the concrete and steel under their cunts, but they still took more, mutants growing around them.

No one would ever reach their size, however, no. Not as they grew, clasping hands, eyes shining with lewd delight, their bodies finally mutating more. Veronica rolled her hips, spearing her cock into a skyscraper that she had ripped from the ground to fit over her swollen shaft as she grew. And yet she outgrew it quickly, the makeshift fleshlight pleasuring her shaft, as she moaned and clung to Jessica, her cock jutting out more and more.

They towered, finally reaching the height of the tallest skyscraper in the city and escalating further and further, for there were no longer any limits to their expansion. Jessica leaned back, panting heavily, reaching the clouds, though anything they did, such as breathing, even the beating of their hearts, was merely out of habit. They didn’t need those bodily functions anymore and yet they would continue, for that was the way that it had always been for them.

Thus, they grew, dwarfing the city and towering so high above that even the mutated people, no matter how big they were, were nothing more than ants to them. They would not harm them, of course, but they were simply beyond their attention. That attention, quite simply, was not needed, not for them, not as they swelled and swelled, growing taller and taller, their breasts billowing out and out and out.

However, their transformations were not quite the same. Like the cock that Veronica had yearned to try out, after seeing so much at the mansion, being the centre of so much chaos, her body burst with more and more cocks. But her original cock swelled more and more, expanding out and out and out until it shoved its way up between her tits. Though more breasts were coming there too, another pair under the first, lining her chest so that her cock had even more to caress it, Veronica moaning as she popped it between them, letting her swollen, round tits encase it completely.

“Mmmph, fuck yeah…”

Veronica moaned, but she needed something more. She was not in control of her transformations and yet everything that appeared was greater than she could have imagined or entertained for herself, Fornucatus knowing her deepest desires, the most intimate and intricate of delights that coursed and twisted through her being. She licked her lips, her smile remaining, as cock tentacles erupted from her body, pushing their way bodily from her skin, finding more and more flesh to grow from, at least twice as long as her entire body. They wove around her, grinding against her tits, even into Jessica, though her friend only howled out her lust, climaxing on her cocks.

Cum and milk… That was all there was left to them, all that they could ever have imagined, all that they could ever have wanted. Jessica’s tits leaked milk and she groped the furiously, even as her nipples, which had already grown larger and plumper, so big that Veronica would not have been able to naturally fit one into her mouth anymore, transformed.

She recognised that sensation, all from the dream, as her nipples became vaginas, fat and swollen and hungry for cum, the folds parting softly as she drove her fingers into them. It was not only her nipples that transformed into cunts, however, but all over her body. Her body primed itself in the most defiantly sexual way that her twisted, kinky mind knew how, putting vaginas over her buttocks, two on each, another on the insides of her thighs, peppering her sides with them, as if she was slotted and prepared to take every single cock that could ever have wanted to penetrate her. Each came with a G-spot, clearly, and swollen clits, fattening up with inflation as they engorged out from her body, making the presence of each one known to an extent that her head swam with pleasure.

Veronica was not idle, the tentacle cocks erupting from her acting of their own accord, plunging deviously into Jessica’s pussies, taking every hole. It was the one time that her backdoor entrance was not the most enticing, though it was used too, Veronica smirked open-mouthed as she made sure to grind every tentacle dick over her friend’s plump clits with every stroke. Even in that moment, she was in control, bringing Jessica off as orgasms rolled through her. They were separate, yes, but enough to root them in their own kind of reality, a heavy, grounding moment as they swelled, outgrowing the planet. Jessica moaned, letting lust carry her on, yet she gaped at her friend, heart leaping.

“Ah – Veronica?”

Veronica’s body had grown too much to handle as another pair of arms grew too, her body swiftly filled with breasts and arms and tentacle cocks… Jessica growled, wanting to catch up, driven by lust, no longer thinking of what was around them. And there was nothing, no longer even aware of sensation under their feet as the planet fell away beneath them, so large that they could not be compared to anything, growing larger and larger, the land that they had called home, one, falling to the delight of Fornucatus.

That was where it belonged, after all.

Jessica moaned, her face itching all over, hair too much for her, a straining, pulling sensation clawing at the side of her face without even a lick of pain. For her face slowly but surely separated into two heads as more breasts swelled into life on her body, large, expanding, inflating still. But they weren’t in a normal place at all, but down above her crotch, the nipples milky and leaking.

That was the beginning of the greatest end that could ever have been designed, at least for Jessica and Veronica. With that first, unreal, breast mutation, everything rolled on, expanding sharply. Their bodies rocked on to ever-greater expansion, larger than Saturn and then Jupiter, growing still, shoving the planets out of the way in the solar system, taking over the entire galaxy. There would be no need for it, not in that way, not anymore, leaving destruction raging across the entire galaxy, gas giants and stars meaning nothing to the ever-growing expansion of their bodies.

Breasts appeared, all over their bodies, swollen and massive, brushing and grinding into one another. Though Jessica did not stop at that, groping Veronica, her pussy stuffed full and yet…she felt closer to Veronica than ever before. As if she could feel what Veronica was feeling too, pulses of desire throbbing through, aching deeply, pushing wantonly at the back of her mind.

As if there was another mind and consciousness there too.

And it was not Fornucatus, no…but Veronica. As they came together, more and more, tentacle cocks twisting around, two even ramming back into Veronica’s body, taking her pussy and arsehole at the same time. More and more stuffed themselves into Jessica’s pussies, all over her body, and Veronica groaned as she sprouted another pair of arms and then another and then another. Still, her bloated, rounded-out tits dominated the show, nipples throbbing, but they had their time to shine too. For, on all the breasts all over her body, six pairs in total, squashing in and growing around the tentacle cocks, her nipples bulged out and out and out.

They were not tentacles, no, but they did sag under their own weight, even out there, expanding out of one galaxy into another, their bodies and vast, ridiculous size beyond even the widest straining stretches of human comprehension. Veronica’s moans were lost, though she felt her throat vibrating too, her vocal cords working. Her dick nipples rubbed up against Jessica’s body, no longer able to pull back or away from her at all, but Veronica found too that she did not need to.

They were melding, fusing, a giant mass of breasts, cocks and balls. For the tentacle cocks did not have balls under them – but those very balls that her body ached for grew anyway, as if they knew exactly where their presence was truly needed. They swelled and rolled out, finding a space to wedge into, but, really, they had to make room, even as their bodies merged together. There was another head growing on Jessica’s part and another one coming from what might have, once, been under Veronica’s arm, but it didn’t quite matter, no, not anymore.

There was no telling just…well, where anything on their bodies was meant to be anymore. Or was it one body? They fused, merging, a rolling, seething mass of tentacle cocks and other body parts, a leg sticking out that might have heralded where they had been originally; or they might have moved during the mutation, melding together, they could only guess.

But their minds were there, intact, revelling in the experience. Jessica’s head was thrown back, well, one of them, in pleasure, howling out her ecstasy, orgasm after pulsing orgasm wrecking her, though she had grown dick nipples too that spilt out their seed, ejaculating into the cosmos of a galaxy that they did not even know existed. A tentacle cock plunged into her mouth and she sucked on it lusciously, as if nothing else existed for her, cum drooling out from the corners of her lips, floating away.

Jessica moaned, unknowing of how many heads she had, arms flung out, breasts expanding, even feeling the strange caress of broken galaxies running over her tits, around her nipples, even somehow managing to flow inside her. And yet she could feel all of those dick nipples too, one dick nipple somehow managing to slot into the pussy nipple of another breast, no distinction between her and Veronica.

If they were to be stuck like that, lusciously so, forever, then it was not a bad way to be, not knowing, fusing, melding, just there, existing, tentacle cocks pounding. Veronica grunted, with six heads, but one was squashed between a pair of balls, emerging down low from a spot that might have been near her hip or her thigh, but it didn’t matter at all in the grand scheme of things. Not as even more cocks erupted from her nipples, leaving not a single pair without a thick, swollen cock, more still ringing her nipples, bouncing and jiggling out in teasing, tantalising lust that belonged exactly where it was.

They moaned, mouths moving in unison, minds tangled together. Thoughts wound around one another, though they could not speak aloud and that was okay too. They didn’t have to. Not with orgasms pouring, milk spurting, floating through the galaxies, crushing all that surrounded them, their bulk sending planets, so much smaller than they were, laughably so, spinning into one another, as if they were a reverse black hole. All they did was make space for themselves, stars spangling their reality, though they were just other galaxies, sweeping collections of stars and planets, that would soon be destroyed by them too.

There was no gravity out there, no, no up and no down either. Their ballooning bodies strained the fabric of reality as they grew and grew and grew and yet…they did not have to remain as they were. For the mass of their bodies had to come together further, a hand groping a tit, though no one could be sure who the hand belonged to. That was the beauty of such extreme transformation, the superseding of one reality and experience for another, coming into a new sense of self, under Fornucatus’ guidance, that would never have been able to take place without them.

There was time. And, out there, time truly had no meaning at all. It didn’t need to have meaning, not as they floated through the cosmos, wiping out galaxies, though Jessica and Veronica would never truly know what lay down there. A finger twitched and, finally, Veronica gasped as her head retracted, her skin feeling as if it had gained the consistency of candle wax, melting softly, warm all through.

Oh, but it was a good feeling, even as her face melded all the way down into the mess of her body, Jessica’s heads doing the same, though their features remained: the eyes, the mouths, the noses. There was no more than that, maybe a squished-in ear or two stuck in there, but they were too easily squashed between tits or even balls, sweltered and overcome, milk dripping. Without any barriers between what made up Jessica and what made up Veronica anymore, Fornucatus could come through, dark essence swirling around, encasing them completely. Even if their dotted eyes, some on breasts and some hidden between other body parts, could have seen him for what he was, the eldritch still was an entity that they could not comprehend.

They were, despite their mutation, still human. Fornucatus swelled, larger than them, several galaxies wide, beating with a throbbing pulse, absorbing them, their essence, all that they had brought to him. Every orgasm flowed forth, sucked up by his need, ripping a hole in the fabric of reality as darkness from the other realm poured through, all to corrupt a dimension that, well…was already corrupted. But it was there that Fornucatus could truly expand, to gorge and inflate, taking over everything that they had anticipated, writhing and twisting in keenness for. But they could have all that they yearned for, all that they craved, the expanding mass of genitalia and wobbling, spurting milk and cum that was Jessica and Veronica knowing what they had done for Fornucatus.

Come to me…

_ _

As Jessica had implored Fornucatus to come to her, right at the beginning of the whole ordeal, which had wiped out galaxies in less than twenty-four human hours, Fornucatus implored them to come to him. All as they merged, swelling, gaining, a part of the mind that was Fornucatus and yet their own minds too, somewhere, lost in there.

Maybe they were trapped in the overpowering, trembling, throbbing orgasms, that clutch and pulse of pleasure that was true ecstasy, only forever. For that was a part of Fornucatus too, even if Fornucatus could contain it, melding with them completely as the eldritch gulped down all that they fed him with, overpowering, dominating, all that could ever be seen.

No one would know where Fornucatus would go next or what they would do, taking on the vastly expanded forms of Jessica and Veronica, letting them exist within themselves. There were other realities, other dimensions, more places still for them to go, to seek out greater chaotic depravity, but only time would tell just where Fornucatus would end up, where the eldritch would corrupt.

Perhaps the dimension of hell. Perhaps infiltrating that purity of heaven. Perhaps another reality, waiting on a chance to be called forth all over again, all so that they could sow and wreak the seeds of destruction. Even if what Jessica had started would sustain them for millennia.

They were greedy, hunger, seething for more. Just as Jessica and Veronica had been, while they had been in control of themselves and their bodies enough to lust for it all, to move, to do something, anything.

Now, it was all up to Fornucatus, to do exactly as they pleased.

In inflated desires, there would always be another way to expand…