Chapter Two: Raising the Bar
#2 of Breeder
NOTE: This one took a few revisions, and it's a lot shorter and less plot-advancing than I'd have liked. It contains: - Growth
Muscle Growth
Breast Expansion
Penis Expansion
Hermaphrodite/Female intercourse
Inflation
Masturbation
A little political background * * *
As time wore on, and I learned more about the world I'd come to and the way it worked, I began to wonder. Had the phrase "a gilded cage" ever made it into their language? Ostensibly, I was a member of the elite ruling class. In addition to my reproductive duties, I was to participate, after a suitable educational period, in the Council of Mothers, a sort of parliamentary governing body. The Council of Mothers passed the laws, ruled over major legal proceedings, and enacted policy on a global scale. At least, from what I could gather, the government appeared to be global. As far as what the Council of Mothers actually did, I couldn't say, as I had yet to meet another breeder, let alone a member of the Council. Olorium took care of me with tenderness and affection. Two or three times a day, we would make love, sessions of passionate intercourse made surreal by the bounty my new appendage could produce. The first two days of my training were accompanied by hormone-surge induced growth spurts. Having been too overwhelmed by pleasure to really notice my first surge, I made it a point to pay close attention to the ones that followed. For the sake of scientific curiosity, naturally. Assuming Olorium was about five and a half feet in height, I had been over six feet in height at the beginning of my first surge, and close to - if not exceeding - eight feet at the end of it. I asked Olorium about these figures, and she shook her head. "I have no idea," she admitted, "what these measurements are. Yesterday, prior to your hormone surge, you were a little over two liori in height. Afterwards, our biometrics measured you at nearly three liori." I frowned. I decided to operate under the assumption that liori were equivalent to meters. I wasn't sure if that was the case, but having no basis for comparison, it would have to do. That put my height at nearly ten feet, then. I tried to put that into perspective, picturing a normal human male standing beside me as I looked into the mirror. He would barely reach my ribcage, would have to reach nearly as high as he could to caress my breasts. My nipples - already firm with the thought of this comparison - would be only just within his reach. Assuming my "average" man were fairly muscular, his shoulders would be nearly as broad as one of my thighs. Flexing a bicep, I realized that the powerful muscle would be larger than his entire chest. My breasts were each at least twice as broad as that potent muscle. My phallus, not quite fully erect, would be almost as long as he was tall, and easily as big around as his waist. I grinned at the image, and realized that being large and powerful was in itself enough of a turn-on to bring me to full arousal. As my shaft tensed eagerly, I realized it was even longer - and thicker - than I'd initially thought. My little human pet would be able to reach his arms around it and grip himself around the middle of his forearm, but it would rise over him by a good six or seven inches. That didn't seem right. Delicately - it was very sensitive - I reached out and pulled my shaft towards me, orienting it more vertically. As I suspected, it reached over my head. Olorium came up beside me - out of nowhere, it seemed - and eyed that monstrous erection appraisingly. I felt the first waves of uncontrollable arousal and realized that while examining the body brought about by my prior hormone surge, I had missed the cues that would have told me another surge was beginning. Wordlessly, Olorium led me to the bed, while I kept an eye on our reflections in the glossy mirrored walls to either side. While I had not yet begun to grow taller, I could see that my muscles were bunching and swelling in time with my pulse. As I was so much larger than she, Olorium directed me to lay on the bed before she climbed atop me. I received my first real clue as to the differences in scale when she attempted to stand astride my waist - her legs pressed alluringly against my sides, and my taut, firm abdomen nearly reached her sex. My erection, now truly monstrous in size, pressed against the soft fur of her back, and her twitching, fluffy tail teased me beyond any semblance of clear thought. At her direction, I lifted her up overhead, resting her sex against the tip of my shaft. Impossible as it seemed, as soon as she began to writhe against the tip of my shaft, instinct drove me, and I seized her by the waist and guided her down around my cock. I could see the outline of my member distorting her lovely figure, and a part of me worried for her well-being. I couldn't have stopped myself if I needed to, however, so it was just as well that she continued to writhe ecstatically around my shaft. As she slid up and down as far as our disparate sizes would let her, I found my eyes drawn once again to the mirrored walls. Through the haze of lust, I still found myself fascinated by the changes being wrought in me. My arms, already pillars of strength, began to lengthen and thicken. Along with them, however, the rest of me began to swell, keeping those powerful limbs in proportion with the rest of me, though the muscles grew faster than my arms were lengthening. This growth applied to the rest of my body as well - while I was becoming taller and more powerful overall, it was clear that my body was becoming broader, thicker, more than it was getting taller. My breasts, too, were expanding out of proportion with my overall growth. By comparison, my shaft, which had started its growth before the rest of me, seemed to be shrinking when, by the sensations it was giving me, and a quick comparison against the size of my now-diminuitive lover, indicated it was still growing as well. I wanted to continue watching this process, but the first climax of my hormone surge overwhelmed me and my eyes squeezed shut against my will as I roared my pleasure into the room. Olorium let out a sound somewhere between pleasure and terror as my seed rushed into her, distending her belly even further than it had been the day before. Frightened for her, I eased her off of my shaft as gently as her tight sex would allow, and was rewarded with a cascade of fluid as her body tightened to its normal shape, squeezing out gallons of my seed. Slick and sticky with sex, and concerned that I might have hurt my lover, tutor, and, if I understood her words correctly, servant, I hoped the surge was complete. Glancing over at the mirror, I realized I had put on perhaps another two feet or so of height and a great deal more muscle. Almost immediately, my shaft pulsed with pleasure and desire, demanding further attention. I didn't want to harm Olorium, much as I needed to drive myself into her. I'd never given a guy a hand job before, being entirely too squeamish. However, this was something else entirely, and, hesitant but eager, I began to masturbate, while Olorium collapsed against my bust, lighter than a plush toy and infinitely more desireable. Images rushed through my mind, comparing my new form to my old human one, and I found myself even more aroused. The second climax, measurably more potent than the first, still didn't satisfy, and I found myself squeezing and rubbing more vigorously by the moment as my seed rained from the now drenched ceiling. Olorium began to move while I continued thrusting into my paws - it taking both paws to even come close to encircling my prodigious shaft - but I was only marginally aware of her. As I felt the third climax approaching, I arched my back, feeling something resting against my bust as I let out a barely-stifled roar - which was drowned out by the fire-hose sound of my seed spraying against the ceiling. I began to relax back into myself, trying to open my eyes but finding it too difficult. It was over at last, I thought, until I realized I was still thrusting, altering and tightening my grip with each thrust. How much longer would this take, I wondered, before I could think clearly again? I opened my eyes in time to see a comparatively tiny Olorium peering down at me from atop my bust. I found myself staring at her, captivated by this delicate thing she was in comparison to me, and was overwhelmed with pleasure at the thought that she was mine. My shaft tensed, preparing to unleash its final blast of surge-generated seed, and just at the moment I climaxed, Olorium impulsively leaned down to kiss me. I don't know if it was the kiss, or just the tremendous quantities of hormones rushing through my body, but at that moment, as I climaxed, the world went away. There was just me and a white haze of pleasure that went on forever. My body seemed to dissolve into the pleasure, until I was it and it was me, and then the pleasure grew even more potent. I like to think it was the kiss that did it. It took hours - and an entire team of chemical-suited specialists - to clean up the mess afterwards. My bed was taken off to be cleansed and replaced with one that could support my new weight, and I was left cuddling my Olorium in a corner of the room where it had been minutes before. She was so tiny - barely reaching up to mid-thigh when we stood side-by-side. Ceilings that had seemed impractically high the day before were now claustrophobia-inducingly low, my ears nearly brushing against them when I stood up straight. Olorium reported my new height at "five liori," which I interpreted to be about fifteen feet, based on our comparative sizes. I thought back to the robes I'd found in my initial exploration of the room, before Olorium had found me in the wardrobe the day before. "I'm larger than you guys thought I'd be, aren't I?" Olorium nodded, the insides of her ears flushing. I had the feeling that she was excited by that thought as I was becoming. "You are, Mother Jah-zhmin, yes." "How big am I going to get?" Olorium shook her head. "You may be done growing. You may not. I suspect you have one more hormone surge due tomorrow, though. As to how large a growth spurt will accompany it, I do not know." "Well, guess." "Perhaps another lior, maybe two liori?" I looked around. "I'm going to need another room, then," I said. "Mother," Olorium said, grinning, "this is the floor with the highest ceilings in the entire tower. However, I have been informed that modifications are underway on a nearby, um..." She trailed off. "A nearby what, warehouse?" "Yes, actually." I grinned. "Good," I said, putting her at ease. "I don't think I'll enjoy having to duck all the time, and I shudder to think how much damage I could do if I forget." I looked down at my arms, which even at rest looked frighteningly thick and powerful. "I wonder how strong I am, anyway."