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Inflation Intoxication

Chapter Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Kagatoion

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As she slept, Vanessa dreamt.

In the basement living room of a three-storey frat house, sunlight streamed in through the windows, though no one there seemed to care whether anyone from the street outside could see them. Vanessa pressed up against a busty redhead, whose name she did not know, their tongues flicking and dancing lustfully back and forth between their mouths.

“Mmmm… Oh…"

She groaned, everything around her feeling nicely floaty, as if she was drifting in reality. Yet it was the redhead with her fiery curls that kept her grounded, the other woman's body trembling lightly against her. She was taller than Vanessa and, faintly, she was aware of music pumping somewhere, in the house but somehow distant from there.

If she had been awake, she would have understood that something was wrong there, that something was shifting. In the dream, everything was explained away, her breath hitching and catching, even while she didn't even need to breathe.

She moaned, eyelids fluttering, pressing in closer and closer to the redhead. She ran her hand down the woman's body, gripping her white blouse, fingers tracing the outline of her tie. That was strange… And was she wearing a skirt too? Vanessa chuckled faintly as she pulled back, though did not have it in her to feel foolish as she realised they were both wearing Catholic schoolgirl uniforms.

How funny…

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And cute too. Really cute, especially as the kiss deepened and they pulled at their clothes. She licked her lips and moaned, thrusting her hand up under the other woman's skirt – oh, how she wished she knew her name! Maybe “Red" would do?

Red… Yeah, that was a good name: so, “Red" she was. Vanessa groaned against her lips, worming her fingers into her underwear, tugging her panties aside, just to drive her fingers into her sex.

Red quivered against her, throwing her head back to bare the vulnerable expanse of her neck to Vanessa.

“Ohhhh…"

Vanessa nipped at the exposed skin, pressing in close. And yet her body was expanding, swelling within her clothes. It was not noticeable at first, not as a warm glow spread through her, though it was the tugging of her underwear around her hips that, at first, that drew her attention to it. She grunted against Red, fingering her deeply, working her fingers back and forth as she clumsily sought to press them up against her G-spot – though that was not the kind of thing that was all that easy to do in a rough situation.

It was clumsy and it was awkward and it was everything that Vanessa needed it to be, her fingers thickening and fattening up, plump like sausages. Yet she retained every bit of dexterity in them, able to bend and flex and curl her fingers, wriggling two digits, and then adding a third, back and forth inside her pussy, juices slick around her fingers. Red grunted thickly, as if the sound was rising from the back of her throat, but sound itself came from weird places in the dream, surrounding them, flooding them.

Vanessa relaxed into a world of pure sensation, her buttocks expanding more and more, filling out her underwear, straining the cotton panties around the thick swathe of luscious flesh that was inflating. She gasped and panted, trying to lick her lips – but Red's lips were back on hers, devouring her mouth as Red's tongue swelled, thick enough and long enough to fill Vanessa's mouth.

“Mmmph!"

Her eyes rolled back into her head, her breasts plumping up increasingly, pressing out against Red and making it hard for them to squeeze up against one another, closer than ever. Red's body changed too, though it was her clit and her pussy that swelled first, thick and luscious and plump between her thighs, growing so rapidly that the woman was forced to move her legs apart, all to make space for her pussy.

It filled the gap between her legs, her folds heated and pressing out, even the inner labia bulging so that it made more of a round swell between her thighs. Vanessa purred into Red's mouth as she kissed her passionately, sucking on her tongue, Red's tongue slipping down her throat, though Vanessa's heart lurched.

“Mmmmmph…. Mmmmmm…"

She groaned. Oh, that was good, the twisting, flickering sensation of the swelling tongue pouring into her throat. The feeling of being licked down there, no gag reflex to be found, pulled up against the back of her throat and made her grunt thickly, groaning, gulping, eyelids fluttering, trying to arch up against her partner. And yet the growth made that difficult as her breasts ballooned out, straining at her bra and threatening to ping off the buttons on her white blouse, the ladies' version of a shirt with the buttons doing up on the other side.

Such a small detail for her to notice, even in a dream. And yet it was on those buttons that her attention focused as they grew – not in proportion and not smoothly either. No… No, that wouldn't have been as fun to Vanessa as she inflated, her backside billowing out softly to such and extent that she forced her skirt up and out of the way. Why, it may as well have been underwear in that moment, for all that it covered, but it was not yet at risk of ripping. Her panties cute and white and oh so innocent, faced another trial entirely as the waistline strained, the elastic around her thighs cutting in more and more, though a good chunk of her buttocks bulged out underneath.

She kissed Red furiously, her body swelling, pressing out, her buttocks expanding through the leg holes of her underwear, though her clothes were not about to stop her, no. Not as she was stripped, slowly but surely, her tongue feeling like it was worming and thrusting even deeper into Red's throat as the slutty woman sucked on it with a gargle.

“Mmmmphmmm…"

Her tits leaked, spilling out more milk, yet the wetness spreading down her blouse did not pause her, not as she pressed over Red, her knees spreading to straddle her hips. Vanessa grunted, Red breaking from her to shove her hand between Vanessa's legs, though it was not unexpected at all as her fingers teased up into her strained, stretched underwear.

There was no rational way to explain just how Red did it, but her fingers pressed in, finding the swollen folds of Vanessa's pussy and spreading them apart. Her entire hand disappeared into Vanessa's pussy as Vanessa moaned and gripped Red tightly to her. The roof of the living room spilt as their tilted bodies bloated against it, though they didn't pause as cracks spread through and it came down around them in a shower of dust and rubble.

Their growth escalated, crushing the sofa that they had been comfortably on beforehand, Red on all fours with Vanessa on the bottom – though Vanessa's arm seemed to, somehow, comfortably reach Red's pussy too. Their shirts split over the chest, a tear in the bras also allowing their nipples to pop out – yet no more than that though. It was as if their clothes wanted to compress and restrict them, even as the roundness of their buttocks fought their skirts for room, skirts no longer covering anything modest in the slightest.

“Unff…"

She grunted, nipping and biting at Red's nipples, a spurt of creamy milk flooding her mouth. Yet she was not there to suck down her milk until it bloated her up, no, just biting and twisting. No matter how hard she bit, however, she didn't leave more than an indent of her teeth in Red's breasts while her partner howled in orgasm and rocked her hips, giving in to pleasure.

Their growth… Well, it was just a by-product of lust, wasn't it? That was how they thought of it as they bloomed through to the second floor and came up into the attic, ignorant of how big they were. The house could not contain them, not as shirts strained tighter and tighter and the waistbands of their skirts popped free, slowly, surely. Their breasts spilt out, bras in place, yet milk soaking their fronts. Their shirts clung to their bodies, wet and sticky with it, and Red gave as good as she got, twisting and pulling Vanessa's nipples with her free hand. Her gripping, pinching fingers were merciless as Vanessa broke the wet, sloppy kiss as they roughly fisted each other's pussies.

“Ahhhhhh!"

Their screams wound sensually into one another as they broke through the room. It was not as if the timber framework of the frat house was going to be enough to hold them, after all, not as they stood, somewhat, finding support on the house, wrapped up in one another. Vanessa's swollen pussy squeezed around her fisting hand, though it burrowed up, deeper and deeper, the two of them growing rapidly to fifty feet tall and swelling more.

They didn't have to stop. Not even as they practically pummelled their hands into one another's wombs, hands clenched tightly into true fists, working their way past cervixes as if they offered no barrier at all. Maybe that was so, maybe that was true, but the height of a dream as they expanded into he neighbourhood, growing up to one hundred feet with their underwear digging viciously into their bodies, trying to hold on, well… The height of a dream, even then, was not to be meddled with.

Not in the slightest. Not as orgasm ripped through them: one, endless orgasm. Or one could have said that it was many orgasms, arousal sloppy around each other's hands and arms, that went on forever, with no distinction between them. Milk flooded the land around them, spilling into roads and down drains, yet neither woman noticed it, not as Vanessa threw her head back and howled out her pleasure.

And then the dream faded, shifting Vanessa, alone, into the deeper depths of depravity.

The second dream turned her out into an alleyway in the city, the full moon high above, though it could barely be seen through the smog in the air. The cloying pressure of the city closed in around Vanessa, standing there with her chest heaving, though she was in her usual clothes, kind of. A long sleeve shirt came down her arms with a brown jacket over the top that was done up and zipped tightly, long trousers, her black shoes and socks. She didn't see the underwear on her body, but she was acutely aware of it tightening around her body.

It was as if there was too much going on, all at once, as if the mere pressure of her clothes on her figure was too much for her, when it had always been fine before. Vanessa had never been one for being overly sensitive to certain textures, but it was different that night, the moon hazy through the pollution in the city air.

“Ugh…"

She clawed at her body, scraping at her skin, raking her nails down her arm, however her skin did not roughen up or even bleed, no. It stretched, bowing down under the pressure of her finger and nail, a sense of pulling aching through her.

Yet her clothes over the top, oh no… No, they were awkward, uncomfortable, her body trembling with the need to be more. It was wrong, so wrong – she needed to be free of it!

Even though she did not understand what was happening, she grunted and heaved, clenching and unclenching her hands from fists, head tipped forward, stumbling as if she had to follow the weight of her head somewhere, anywhere. Vanessa moaned, tripping over her own feet as she tried to look up, pain searing through her, across her skin and then deeper still, as if roots were curling and twisting into her body, wrapping around her organs and affecting the dark parts of her.

She screamed, her high-pitched cry ripping into a roar, deeper and bellowing, rising from a more feral part of her psyche still. Vanessa filled her chest with air, letting her diaphragm hold the sound, and roared, the streets echoing with her cry. Yet no one, no one at all, would ever have guessed just what was happening, what she was becoming, the burning bite of pain snapping at her catching, teeth sinking deep.

It may not have been real, not something that she could look at and touch and quantify, but Vanessa didn't need to. It was all happening without her, ripping through, snarling, her knees hitting the ground hard, her palms coming into contact with rough, broken tarmac.

“Unff… Ohhhhh…"

Vanessa twisted, her shoulders hunching and rounding. The last thing she knew, in her active, knowing mind, was seeing the full moon above her, the white round of it glowing faintly through the smog.

And then everything changed. Just like in her fantasies, only better. For she could feel it in her dream, the bulge and push of her skin, rippling and pulsating as if there was something feral inside her that was trying to get out, fighting her through any means possible.

“Ahhhh!"

She couldn't help but scream, her body swelling, growing, the jacket pulling tight over her shoulders and coming up under her arms. Even her socks and shoes were too tight, her toes curling down and trying to find more space for themselves, yet even the strain of her shoes bearing back against them was intolerable.

Out, out… She was out and, still, she had to get out…

There was everywhere for her to go, however, her entire body quaking, muscles swelling down her arms from her shoulders, bulking out. And yet that was not where her focus lay, even though she bloomed into a muscular goddess, her spine lengthening and her limbs growing longer and longer, everything keeping up.

Roughly, of course. For there were random growths and swellings, one tit popping out to double and then triple its size, taking her weight to one side. Her nipple bulged, doubling in size, easily visible through her shirt and even the thicker, tougher material of her jacket too. The zip cut down between her tits, pressing into the rising flesh and muscle of her body, yet it was too much for Vanessa to take in all at once, as much as she grappled with it.

“Unff… Ohhhhhh… Mmmmnnngghhh…"

She groaned, her shoes splitting and letting her growing feet out. They were the least important part of her body, after all, for her clothes to keep entirely contained, her chest heaving and rising, her other breast swelling to match the first. Still, they grew and grew, as if they were being inflated with an air pump, the nipples left lopsided with sweltering need.

Even though the night air should have been cold and refreshing, it nipped at her and demanded her attention, air rasping down her throat and into her lungs. Vanessa grunted, eyes snapping open: wide, strained, bulging. Hair clung to her neck, damp with sweat, a little soaking into her clothes, but it would not be any kind of issue for very much longer. She didn't need her clothes, after all, not as muscle layered across her back, her shoulder blades spreading apart, straining to contain the might of her new body.

Bigger and bigger… The walls of the alleyway closed in around her as she kicked a bin away, the metallic bang hardly dissuading her in the slightest. She shook her head back and forth, arching her back and shoving backwards, getting up roughly onto her feet again. One foot was still crudely ground into a shoe with her heel shoved out the back and her toes flexed out the front, the sides just barely holding on. The other shoe had been completely decimated, crushed under her as her body swelled, up near ten feet tall and rapidly gaining.

There were no constrains, after all, to her size, to the inflation swelling through her, filling her, enhancing her. Where was the fun in a human body, after all? Oh, no… No, there was no sense in that, none at all, not as she gripped the tarmac, her fingers digging into it as if it was soil and ripping up great chunks. Even her grip strength was improved vastly, turning her beyond the limits of anything that humanity could have ever hoped to accomplish.

“Unff… Nnnghhh… Yes…"

She was a monster and a monster was all that she needed to be, gnashing her teeth as even those grew too big for her mouth. Transformations bulged from her, all over the place, even though she came up against the sides of the alleyway, her knees pointing out as she crouched down low to the ground, relishing in the greater flex and muscular swell of her thighs. Even her glutes were tighter and rounder, even as they bulged out through her clothes and underwear, the seams popping, one by one.

Her clothes should never have held up to that extent, though anything was possible, truly, when it came to languishing in a dream. Her clothes held up beyond any possible means, although the strain of the seams ripping and popping caught her attention, rippling through her body with every tiny reverberation.

“Ohhhh…"

Vanessa moaned, not even closing her mouth again, trembling in place. There was no room for her there, no, not in the alleyway, not as she came up against the opposing walls, hands pressed into the old brickwork, though it was worn and grey, dirtied with smoke and other pollution. Her back rippled with muscle, but she relished in the sense of growth, for at least it blotted out every last drop of pain that had blistered through her before size had taken over.

And yet there was one thing that had not made itself known so far and that was going to dominate her every breathing moment, every puff of breath, from that heave of sensation on. Vanessa licked her lips, rolling her hips back, her trousers feeling tighter and tighter, splitting between her legs. For there was something greater growing there, two balls that squashed out from her body, as much as they were borne back too from the constraints of her clothes.

“Yes… I'm a…beast!"

She roared, fingers crunching into the walls, ripping out bricks, even half bricks, not caring for the destruction that she caused, shaking the foundations of the buildings. Her new balls fleshed out, bulging into her trousers, squeezing out the leg holes of her underwear, forcing the elastic to strain more and more and more.

It contained her body, just about. Her clothes… They tried to even stop the progression of her cock, her clit throbbing and throbbing – yet with every pulse of heat that sank into it came another spurt of growth, inches added to it.

“Unff… Mmph!"

She twisted, standing tall, though she couldn't fit between the buildings anymore, standing at least two-storeys tall and shocked at how much she had grown. Her hips wedged her into the alleyway and yet the growth still swelled through her, more and more, crushing into the building, ripping through, glass shattering as she buckled a window frame. Even when she was on the outside, the buildings could not hold her, her might swelling into the city.

She was not to be contained, not as her clothes ripped finally. The splits came one after the other, her jacket tearing across the chest as small rips showed through, containing the bulging rise of her breasts. Her trousers and underwear came together, yet splits ran up her buttocks, revealing her underwear, the elastic squeaking as it stretched, each string of elastic pinging free, one after the other.

And then her jacket and shirt tore through across the chest, allowing the swell of her tits to press out, followed swiftly by her bra pinging free right in the middle. It was not a slow reveal but a shocking tremor that had her tits bouncing free, swinging up and down under their own weight until they settled from their movement. Her nipples dripped milk until it became a steady stream, pouring down her tits as her fingers gregariously came up to caress her bare tits, milking them, squeezing them. No matter how she touched her tits, milk poured from them, soaking her jacket and shirt, which were both still tight around her shoulders and under her arms, the zip tugging down slowly, surely, across her midriff.

Her trousers followed not long after, splitting across her crotch and continuing the rip through between her legs, splitting between her buttocks. It allowed her cock and balls room to swell into, her clit no longer that but a magnificent, bloating dick, the head fat and rounded, though constantly drooling. As milk splashed down her front, her milk mingled with her pre-cum, though the delight of orgasm did not catch her.

She should have been cumming. Yet the dream had her in its grip and it was the delight of size that had her well and truly in its grasp, growing higher and higher, her clothes ripping and tearing, though she was barely aware of the lines of strain where the last scraps of fabric caught on her body. It was as if they had a million tiny fingers and were trying to hold on to her body, clawing and pulling at her, but they had no more influence on her than ants would have, if she had been at her normal size.

Vanessa never again wanted to be her normal size, blinking as she exhaled haughtily, her chin tipped up high, muscles bulging, her body swelling once more. The buildings crunched around her as if she was breaking into polystyrene, casually shoving at the one at her right shoulder and opening up a yawning hole into an office, rubble strewn everywhere. A water pipe burst, but it was not enough to wash away the flow of milk from her tits, her massive cock throbbing up bigger and bigger, balls bristling back against the swollen, heated flush of her pussy.

“Mmmph… More…"

And she had that more too. Up and up and up, bigger and greater, huger than she could ever have dreamed of. The buildings fell away as she crawled and crunched her way out of the alleyway, though the lights of the city blinking and glimmering were not what she sought.

She bellowed, her cock throbbing, pulsing and rippling until it split straight down the middle, forming a second cock, though it was no smaller than the first as new flesh flowed to take up what had been split. Pushing her hips back, she inadvertently took a step, the last shreds of her clothes giving up to split from her, revealing her body in all its glory.

And not a second too soon as her height pressed up and up and up, giving her a strange sensation of changing her perspective, as if Vanessa was standing after having been sitting down for a very long time. Up to one-hundred-feet tall, her height shot up from there, her body keeping up with the growth of her muscles, tits, cocks and pussy, giving her the form that made her heart sing.

There was another surprise, however, Vanessa grunting and twisting, her hair clinging damply to her nape, hefting up her tits as milky rivers flowed from them, the city falling away, buildings that had once been so tall no match for her challenging escalation. She tried to pinch her shoulder blades back reflexively, muscles contracting, yet it was another transformation, big tentacle cocks erupting from her back – four of them!

“Aaaaarrrrggghhhh!"

She howled, though it was for sheer, wild, reckless joy, hurling away human wiles, human cares. What need did she have for those anymore? No, nothing, none at all… The tentacle cocks twisted out, the ends parting into gaping, lewd mouths, dripping with cum…only to reveal another cock inside, pressing out eagerly with a hearty throb and a spurt, keener than ever to deliver its loads of cum. No one, of course, would ever know where it came from, for there were no balls for the tentacle cocks, and they didn't need it either.

She threw her arms out wide, escalating past a thousand feet, shooting up, shuffling into buildings and shattering them under her feet. Her toes curled around the lip of a two-storey building, delighting in how it tried to resist and almost braced against her while she put her weight on it, bearing down more and more and more.

Vanessa chuckled, her voice low and booming, though it would become even deeper, crunching her toes down into the building as she smashed through, shifting her weight, stepping into another taller building as one of the tentacle cocks wrapped around it and snapped it in half.

Just like that. Like it was nothing.

Her height bloomed, a roar blasting from her as her cocks erupted, the tentacle cocks also, in a slew of semen. It spilt down the streets as she towered, a few thousand feet tall and rapidly approaching a mile high.

The city would not survive her, oh no. But it didn't need to survive her, no, never. It was just her toy, her plaything, her flesh bubbling and rippling as more transformations crushed her.

At her chest, another breast grew between the two first ones – and then more, covering her torso, squeezing “fleshily" up against one another as if they were seeking to take up every last inch of space on her body. And there was plenty of room there, her back pulsating, losing track of all the tentacle cocks that erupted, twisting and writhing against one another, the moment right for debauchery.

What else could there be for one like her, close to a mile high as her height growth slowed down, her dicks splitting again – once and then twice, leaving her with eight cocks total all bristling in a nest of dicks from her crotch. More balls swelled too, fat and wobbling up against one another, the heady slosh of cum inside drawing her attention, even if there was no one part of her that could hold her attention in that moment. Her bare buttocks tensed as her arse rounded out even more, though it was not a feature of her right then and there that drew attention in its mildly hyper form. Her pussy bloated, the inner lips swelling so that they were larger than the outer pair, drooling and dripping, though nothing could compare to her milky tits lactating constantly.

The slosh and spill of milk mingled with cum, flooding the city, even though the lights were no longer her concern. Every step of hers knocked over buildings, inconsequential at her size, bellowing a laugh as she swept her foot, side-on, through the buildings, puffs of dust and dirt and destruction emanating, even though she was no longer lower enough to really be a part of it. If insignificant lives down there were snuffed out, who was she to complain?

Finally, her tentacle cocks and gaping, lewd mouths twisting around one another in brutal orgasm, her heads split, a monster of massive proportions, howling as desire coursed through. She couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it, almost separate from the resounding orgasms pounding through her, demanding more attention from her body.

Breasts filled every space on her torso, the tentacles layering her back so thickly that it was quite as if she had a porcupine-like back filled with dicks. Her dicks trembled, balls hanging down so low, jostling up against one another, that her thighs were completely obscured. Even her pussy was hidden and tucked away, for once, despite its heated swelling.

As a monster, she roared, spending her seed, lactating constantly, ecstasy aching through her form. A mile high, there was no one, not in the whole world of her dream and beyond, who could ever have stopped her.

The city was conquered.

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The dream wavered, softly slipping Vanessa away to another place and another time. She blinked and smiled, back at her normal size in the lobby of a twenty-storey office building: a good size. At least, considering the nuances of transformation and growth that had flowed seductively through her dreams so far, teasing her with what could be and what would be.

Dressed in a smart, black security guard's uniform, Vanessa moaned hotly as she fed her massive dick down the throat of the businesswoman. She didn't know her name, but the busy blonde sure sucked a good dick, her skirt suit all messed up and her blonde hair tangled at the back of her head where Vanessa had been gripping it.

It was not realistic for the woman to be able to take twelve inches of cock straight down her throat, making a lustful swell in her throat where she swallowed and gulped, but the dream world didn't care about it. No, not at all, not as Vaness smirked and dragged the blonde off her cock only to spin her around and flip up her skirt. Her cock dived under, the head up against her pussy, driving inside, ripping straight through her underwear as if they were not any kind of barrier at all to her.

“Mmmmm…"

Vanessa groaned, smirking at her audience. Of course, being that they were in the lobby, they had a good audience there, people in various states of undress, but they were not Vanessa's concern. She humped her partner furiously, sinking her dick in as deep as possible into her pussy, her inner walls gripping her. Yet the futa woman rammed in desperately, the sloppy, wet sound of their sex filling the room. It even swelled over the lusty moans of their audience, some people giving in to sexual pleasure, whether they were of a higher status in the various companies there or not.

There, there were no rules. There, there were no limits.

“Unff… Yes…" The blonde moaned. “Fuck me…harder!"

Vanessa was eager to oblige, though her tits strained out against her shirt, the space between the buttons widening as her body fought the limits of her clothes. She couldn't force her body to be constrained, after all, so why should that even be an option?

A man nearby was masturbating, his cock spilling out more cum, but Vanessa was too caught up in the sensation of wetness spreading across her chest. Her breasts lactated, even then, and she rammed her cock in as deep as she could, spilling her seed, one endless orgasm ripping through her. That ecstasy would have different levels to it, rising and falling, yet never dipping below the peak of desire that Vanessa had already come to crave so desperately.

The blonde woman screamed through climax, sunshine splashed across their bodies, starting a chain reaction. Her backside swelled out back against Vanessa as it inflated, growth demanding that her body produce the necessary changes, desire and lust funnelling everything into just the right place for her. The push of her arse sent Vanessa groaning and grunting all over again, the buttons on her shirt popping as her breasts billowed out, trying to spill out over the neckline of her shirt, though there was little space for them to grow into. She panted heavily, though continued fucking her partner through the inflation, their breasts and arse respectively the first to grow.

“Ah… Oh, yes… Yes… More… More!"

That was the blonde, though Vanessa wasn't really thinking about her, for she was just a partner in the moment, a lusty hole in which she could fill, spilling her seed. It didn't seem to inflate the woman's belly as she poured it all straight up into her womb, forcing her body to accept the gift, yet they both would be fine anyway.

They didn't know that, however. Even if it was a dream, Vanessa did not know it was a dream, experiencing everything as if it was real, as if the consequences were real. She just didn't care about that.

Not as her body swelled, hips widening as her backside bloated out, flesh jiggling softly. With the growth of her tits, she gained a curvaceous figure, the last two buttons popping off her shirt as she howled out her delight, slamming her partner's torso down over the top of the reception desk. Her hips moved like a piston, bouncing off the blonde's backside with every thrust, her underwear ripping, her trousers and the blonde's skirt tearing too. The skirt strained tighter and tighter around the blonde's hips, her body growing overall, height increasing, yet neither of them cared for the additional strain that they were putting on the posh, tiled floor of the lobby either.

It didn't matter. Once they knew that everything in the world that they knew was manufactured, a human construct that had no real meaning or demand, they could do anything and everything that they wanted.

“Unff… Unnngghhh…"

Her groans grew increasingly feral, fucking her partner furiously, barely even aware that her shirt had ripped down the back, still trying to split over the shoulders properly, the stitches holding out for far longer than they should ever have held on. Vanessa panted, grunting, tongue swiping lusciously across her lower lip, the blonde's smart suit jacket and blouse ripping down the front, buttons pinging off in a hail like confetti.

Vanessa howled, the roll of her hips all that kept her grounded. Even though the lobby had been large, covering three storeys at least at the front of the office building, she was not surprised when she came up against the roof of it. The supports were not all that strong, not where the flooring came into place, and she merely turned her head to better break through the floor between the beams and supports, though the ceiling crumbling around her didn't stop her at all.

Her partner was standing but Vanessa only laughed: a breathless, snatched cry. The building crumpled around them, shattering the big windows at the front of the lobby, through which sunshine had been streaming only a moment ago, but the world beyond seemed grey and swirling, danger lurking in corners of Vanessa's own design.

The building could not constrain them, slamming brutally through each and every floor as they overcame the world that had always been theirs to tame. Vanessa's influence, even in the dream, flowed into her partner, forcing her to squeeze around her, her body nothing more than a cock sleeve, so tight and hot, a hole that she could plunder.

Glass shattered. Walls crumbled. Rubble shuddered from Vanessa's shoulder.

There were no screams, only moans, every other occupant of the building pleasuring themselves. When they smashed through the roof of the twenty-storey building into a swirling storm, rain pattering down against their ballooning bodies, they didn't even stop fucking.

They had no reason to.

Outgrowing the building, their clothes had long given up, one shred of shirt stuck to Vanessa's hip where her breasts had lactated and made her skin softly sticky. She didn't notice it, not as she licked her lips and grabbed her partner's hips, dragging her roughly back to her as her cock throbbed inside the woman's wet heat. Those muscles gripped and massaged her in a moderate, steady pulse, from base to cock tip, repeatedly. It was not something that, typically, would ever have been possible in reality, although reality did not matter in there.

Vanessa huffed hotly, her own breath tickling her lips, as she fucked the blonde, barely even aware of her as a person. They were all lost in pleasure, ecstasy building, her skin prickling as if something was nipping at her, her balls throbbing. They enlarged with every throb, trembling up against the base of her cock, bouncing against the underside of her dick with every hump and stroke of her hips.

Yet the woman's body wrapped around her was erotic, too exotic for her to think about anything other than how good it felt. The rain pattered lightly over her skin as she rammed deep and, finally, felt the woman's body quiver in response.

“Oh… Ohhh… Ohhhhh!"

The blonde screamed, yet it resounded, a bone-shaking shriek that cut through the entire city. She howled, Vanessa pumping one, long load of cum into her body, the head of her cock crammed up against her innermost barrier and ramming in deeper still, slamming roughly into her womb. What should have caused pain only brought yet another onslaught of pleasure, the blonde standing up tall, quivering, as her belly ballooned out before her.

“Ahhhhh!"

Up and up and up… Even the tallest buildings seemed small below them as they surpassed the city, feet bearing down on the ground, crushing, destroying. Even as their feet expanded, toes curling into the ground and flexing. A heel took out a leisure centre and a toe folded over a pair of skyscrapers, along with many more buildings, destruction visible in the twitch of a muscle. Whenever they moved, however slightly, their destructive influence spread and spread.

And out went the blonde's stomach, bulging viciously, as if she was pregnant by several months – and then more. The smooth round was heady and bulbous, rounding out more and more, escalating sharply with every pump of cum so that it was the size of her torso, bearing up against the massive tits crowding down against it for space. But her belly merely pushed her tits out of the way, taking the opportunity to expand down too, hanging in front of her thighs, though the smooth, firm round of it was reminiscent of a balloon in how it rose. It did not squash, not even with the sloppy load of cum sloshing about inside, her skin forced to stretch and strain to contain every drop.

Vanessa just got to revel in pleasure, huffing and licking her lips, everything strange to her senses. Fresh air nipped at her nostrils, passing through clouds, the world around them hazy and fluffy for the moment, yet they only had concerns for one another. At several miles tall, the woman's body softened around Vanessa's mighty prick, and her abdomen would have bulged out with the force of her ramming meat if not for the bulge of her cum-filled womb already. In a way, it hid just how Vanessa was ravaging her body.

Yet she flexed around Vanessa's shaft and tried, even then, to grind back, even though her body was not a body of her own design anymore. A stretched-out cock sleeve, she howled as she was fucked, pumped full – fuller than ever should have been possible. She squeezed Vanessa's cock tight as her growth paused and Vanessa's sharply escalated.

With her dick bearing through the woman, barrelling aside organs as she forced the woman's body to make room for her, Vanessa roared. Her hands flung wide, a goddess of cum and destruction, a futa who knew nothing other than blinding ecstasy. Her cock pressed up, higher and higher, shoving deep, too thick, too long, the woman's body smaller and smaller on it. And yet there was always space for it inside her, even as Vanessa's dick outgrew her, a tight cock sleeve left on her.

The woman shuddered, a cum-filled blimp, softening as she was absorbed. Right up where she belonged, melting into a cummy blob as she sank into Vanessa's cock. Where she had been filled with Vanessa's seed, she was fed back into her body, sliding smoothly into Vanessa's cock slit to become a part of her seed. There was no longer any form to her body, soft and squashy and seamless, as she was taking inside, Vanessa moaning long and low as she sucked the cum blimp into her.

“Ohhhhh…"

And when every drop of the woman had been sucked back up into her nuts, Vanessa put her hands on her hips and roared out her ecstasy as she tumbled furiously into another orgasm, eight miles tall, her head far above the clouds, spilling her cream into the city and land mass below her. Cum poured down buildings and sent them crumbling to the ground, flooding drainage systems, taking the place of water in rivers and lakes, feeding the land with something that, ultimately, would end it.

But it did not matter, not as the futa goddess, a giantess of colossal proportions, relished in her power.

Once more, the dream shifted, wavering around her as she panted and settled back down, forgetting all that had transpired before. Down there, she was dressed in underclothes, tight shorts and a shirt, then a full-body, seductively zipped, catsuit. Heeled boots and gloves, with a lab coat buttoned up over the top, completed the ensemble. And every piece of clothing that her twisted, lustful mind could come up with had its exact purpose.

She seemed to be in some sort of super villain lair, a deep cave system, one-hundred feet or so below a bustling city. A wicked smirk spread across her face, slightly deranged – well, no, more than slightly deranged. It was spacious enough, with fifty feet between the floor and the ceiling, her black heels tapping lightly against the floor as she turned.

She laughed, throwing her head back, letting wickedness swell through her.

“Finally… My plan to take over the world…is in place!"

There was no one there to hear her, her fingers curled knowingly around the handle of a ray gun while a vial of growth formula resided in the other hand. It was the best way, yes, of course, the only thing that she could do. All to grow, to swell, to dominate – to take back all from the world that was hers, what should always have been hers!

She knocked back the vial, the blue liquid sliding down her throat, fizzling and bubbling against the roof of her mouth like popping candy. A scream ripped from her as she dropped the vial, her perspective shifting as she fell heavily to her knees, arms closing around herself.

The ray gun skittered away. It was not as if Vanessa had never needed it when she had something so much better there, too much for her to handle on her own. That was why she had had to force the issue, of course, with the growth serum, the special formula that, in that world, she had been working on for so many years already.

Yet her screams did not last long as she hugged her body tightly, cutting off into a choked, sobbing gasp as she swelled, growing and mutating. Her breasts swelled out, pressing up to her bra and forcing it to strain, the elastic stretching more and more, popping down one line of elastic after the other.

“Ohhhh… Nnngghhh…"

Her screams were internal, a deep, guttural ground rising from her, as much as pain blasted her body, lightning shocking her, an electric bite searing into her. Yet there was no escaping it, not as she expanded, something pressing from her back, her tongue suddenly feeling thick and full in her mouth.

Her eyes widened and she choked on it, hacking and slurping, her anal ring tightening, even though she didn't know quite what she was trying to squeeze down on. She tried to pant, her nostrils fluttering with every rake of breath that she squeezed into her lungs, yet it would take some time before Vanessa realised she didn't need to breathe anymore.

“Mmm-nngghh…"

She grunted, panic pulling at her – yet it was hard to truly fear anything when there was such a throb of ecstasy undercutting it she simply could not give in to horror. Not genuine horror, no… For it was all what she wanted, her body billowing out and out, her buttocks expanding, back lengthening, her legs matching it with muscle and size. Everything grew, but they were not in proportion, one part of her shooting up, like her biceps, while the rest had to catch up, the strain in her body fighting to find enough energy to grow.

It had to come, however, even as her clothes tightened, her height and size having doubled, flesh straining and bulging out against her clothes. Yet everything gave up, piece by piece, from the outside in, the lab coat clutching at her body, the first line of defence that she had against exposure.

It tore down the back, splitting between the shoulders and then running under the armpits, though it did not give her enough breathing space, no, not for long. Her breasts filled the space at the front and the white buttons on the coat strained and stretched, the gaps between them wider and wider – until the coat could not hold on for a single moment longer.

Ping!

_ _

Ping!

_ _

Pingpingping!

_ _

They all bounced off, the coat tearing, her catsuit taking the strain next. That had a little more stretch to it, allowing her body to grow inside, yet the bubbling, rippling, swelling flesh needed more. Her world domination lay ahead of her, the world into which she had longed to control, and she gasped around her tongue thickening up and spilling from her mouth, a cock tongue worming its way out. It swelled into a tentacle cock, dark in colour and spilling seed already, as she hacked and gagged around it, straining to swallow even when that ability had been stripped from her.

Her breasts wobbled even when clasped so tightly by her suit, leaking and dribbling, milk spreading down the front of her catsuit. It was a strange, uncomfortable, so very wet sensation, one that had her squirming, even as pleasure tried to make itself known.

She had to hold on, had to hold it. Her body mutated again, bulking up across her back and down towards her buttocks, the catsuit no longer about to withstand the colossal strain. With a painfully slow, stitch by stitch, tear, it split where the seams were fastened, up the insides of her thighs and around her crotch. A bulge at her crotch sprang out, demanding attention, and she cried out wetly around the tentacle cock taking the place of her tongue, the fatness of it forcing her to stretch her jaws wide.

That didn't stop a cock from bulging at her crotch, her clit aching furiously as every pump of blood into it made it larger and larger, balls spilling down behind. They squashed back into the swollen heat of her pussy as her underwear cut in, the elastic trying to stretch but not really finding anywhere to go. It merely stretched more and more between her buttocks, digging into her pussy and the tight bud of her anal ring – all in a way that would have been painful if she had been in her right mind or even her right body.

A dream, like all that was soon to come to pass, did not have any limits, however, pressing on and on into a world well and truly beyond anything that Vanessa could have imagined. And she'd thought that she had really dirty fantasies…

Things developed, however, her clit-cock swelling, demanding attention, the catsuit splitting down over her crotch to allow it a little more space to grow into. Yet the multiple layers of clothing were so restrictive! Her lactating breasts were increasingly problematic, heaving with every grab at breath she made, pain rising as they were compressed. The milk had to come out!

She stood, legs shaking, up against the roof of the evil lair, though she had not even realised that she had grown that much. It didn't make sense, none of it made sense, yet she wasn't there to make sense. Not as her flesh rippled and pulsed, the coat flapping around her, the catsuit hanging loosely, all while her fingers fattened up within her gloves.

The gloves swelled, black and gleaming, and she was forced to hunch over against the rough roof of the cavern with a low, drawn-out groan around her cock tongue…

“Unnnngghhhh…"

Drool splattered around the cock jutting from her mouth, though it waggled back and forth as if it had a mind of its own. It even twisted and curled, boasting the tentacle-like nature that she had noticed when it had sprouted, but the greatest draw on her was her overall growth, her height. Her body was not doing what she expected of it, mutating and shifting, her arms bulking up and putting even more strain on the already ripped catsuit, the coat hanging from her shoulders alone.

“Nnngghhh…"

Another groan rolled from her lips, her gloves filled out, boots straining around her feet too. She tried to curl her toes, but there was nowhere near enough room in them for her to even wriggle her toes, her heart surging.

Despite the pain, her bones cracking and her flesh billowing out and out and out, she loved it. She moaned desperately around the tongue cock as her clit cock thrust out against her underwear, swelling, balls squashing out as her underwear was stretched thinner and thinner, popping the growing nuts out of the leg holes of her underwear. Not to mention her bra, the elastic thinner, stretching more and more and more as Vanessa gripped her breasts.

POP!

That was her gloves, popping at the tip of each finger and thumb, though it was just her flesh that spilled out. Her hands needed room to grow, after all, and her shoes squeaked with a protest from the fabric as they finally burst through too. Somehow, they remained on her feet as she hunched over, bearing up against the roof and trying to find a way to make herself fit where she was never supposed to remain.

The roof cracked, splits racing through the stone, crumbling around her. Her shirt was forced to contain her breasts while her shorts pulled into her growing cock and pussy, everything about her swelling out. The roundness of her arse was defined and separated into her butt cheeks, the catsuit not tight over them by any means, though it would soon be shredded by her size. Vanessa's back rubbing up against the rough roof of the cavern, after all, didn't help all that much there, no, not at all.

Her clothes tore, helped by her surroundings as he burst through the underground lair into the belly of the city. As she was forced up, growing more and more, she burrowed through the rock, the lair one-hundred feet below the centre of the city. Yet her body blasted through rock, her fingers groping and grabbing, hooked like claws even though she still had something of a human form. Milk spilt down her chest, wetting her body into a shiny, alluring gleam, but that was purely from the relief of the catsuit splitting, for it could soak through the rest of her clothes.

A human form didn't have tentacle cocks bursting and erupting from all over her body, however, thrusting her clothes out of the way, her hips sore from the protrusions as she arched her back and bellowed through the layers of rock keeping her from the city.

“Aaaaarrrraaaawwwwrrrrr!"

A howl and a roar, all bundled up into one. That was all she had left in her lungs even as she spat out rubble, the tarmac cracking and bubbling up above her as she forced the earth to move for her. She was not to be buried, not as her cock, pussy and arse burst through her shorts at long last, forcing them to rip in half. It was not a dramatic loss, trapped against her body still with the crushing weight of earth and concrete above her, though the only way for Vanessa to go was up.

Up and up and up and up.

She clawed her way out of the land, howling around her tentacle cock tongue, more tentacle cocks sprouting all over, bustling and waving up against one another. There were too many of them to count, her whole body a nest of cocks, whipping about as her size escalated to gargantuan proportions.

Finally, her shirt too gave up, allowing her tits to swell into the space that it allowed, splitting over the shoulders and down the sides. It gave her enough room to grow into as Vanessa struggled out of the hole that she had left behind.

All she had left on her body, everything shredded and torn from her clamber through the belly of the city, was her underwear, stretched into tiny strings that didn't cover anything at all, not even her nipples. The bra could not grow with her, after all, even though it could stretch, her tit flesh swelling over the top and bottom – hell, all sides really – to take up any space that they could claim for their own.

“Aaarrrrghhhh!"

She screamed, her cry muffled and low around her cock tongue, yet she did not care. Not as her body split and mutated more, tentacle cocks dividing to create a nest of them, all over her body. Only her tits and arse and pussy were separate from them, her dick even splitting along with them, allowing more to bristle from her. Vanessa gagged on her tentacle tongue as another swelled into her mouth, though there was no longer any need at all for her to swallow, heaving and panting, breath beyond her.

The world was hers to conquer, her shoes crushed under her massive feet as tentacle cocks wound down and around her legs, steadying her as she took on the city. A hand lashed out, striking down skyscrapers, having no concept of her size except that it was all her playground.

Yet the buildings grew smaller and smaller as her body flooded it, cum and milk mixing to slosh and pour down streets, flooding up levels of buildings too, where the bottom floors were too small to contain it all. They were beyond Vanessa's concern, however, as her toes curled and flexed through the sloshing mess of cum and milk, lactating heavily even as another pair of tits swelled below the first, tentacle cocks bursting from those nipples too. Wherever there should have been a free patch of space and skin on her body, it was soon taken up by more dicks, spurting wildly, jets of cum arcing off through the air like a deluge, a storm that was never to be stopped.

Her underwear remained as she outgrew the city, huge, powerful and still mutating. And Vanessa did not remember the dream, did not remember how she outgrew the city and even the country, bigger and taller, the concerns of people below falling away as if they had never mattered in the first place. It was funny how small human problems seemed, after all, when they were left so far below her.

Were her problems also small, just like that?

As tentacle cocks burst from her nostrils, the back of her head, turning her hair into a Medusa-like snake's nest of tentacle cocks, she howled, a foot expanding into the ocean. Vanessa had been nowhere near the sea when she had transformed.

With the growth serum influencing even her dreams, Vanessa simply didn't have a hope.

But it was all as she wanted it to be.