It was only natural to be on edge, given the situation. The last time that Norithics Kusemurai had interacted with Azure hadn’t exactly been on the best terms. He wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, but he knew the gist at least. And the gist didn’t exactly make him optimistic that this was going to be fun for him.

“Come on, no need to be so tense. Sit down, have a drink!”

“You sat on my castle.”

“Water under the bridge.”

“I lost like four clones.”

“Water under the bridge,” Azure repeated. Nori couldn’t tell whether she had actually forgiven him or if she was just lulling him into a false sense of security, but to be fair if it was the latter then she had an excellent poker face. “You’ve paid what you owe, no need for further hostility. Unless you’re into that.”

“I might be into that.”

“Maybe later, then,” Azure said, taking a dainty sip of her Manhattan. She’d been poking at it for the entire meeting thus far, though she didn’t seem to be making any progress on it. Maybe it hadn’t been as long as it felt like it had been, or maybe it was just a magical infinite drink, he didn’t know. “Business before pleasure.”

“Yeah okay. What exactly is the business, you haven’t told me yet.”

“Sit down.”

“Okay, okay, fine. But you’ve gotta promise not to crush me to death with your ass. Again.”

“That right there would be why I’ve invited you here today.”

“... To crush me to death with your ass again?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot,” she elaborated, leaving the exact details of why they’d gotten off on the wrong foot unsaid but implied. To be entirely fair, it was absolutely his fault. He was willing to own that. He probably should have let her know about the whole clone pregnancy thing in advance. That would have been the smart thing to do. But he had never been a very smart raccoon, and anyway not telling girls about the whole clone pregnancy thing in advance was a lot more fun. “And that’s bad for business.”

“You still haven’t told me what business it is, by the way.”

Azure took another sip of her Manhattan. “I’ll be blunt, then.” She leaned forward, breasts hanging pendulously over the table. “Your antics have created a Market. A very, very lucrative Market.”

“They have?”

“A market for pregnant sex,” she elaborated, leaning back in her chair. “It’s one that I intend to exploit, which is where you come in.”

“Oh.” Well, okay then. That was a big relief. He could guess where exactly this was going to go from here and suddenly he was slightly more optimistic that he was going to enjoy it.

“I’m thinking once every few months. Not too often, we want to make it a rare treat. A different girl every time, chosen at random. And, of course, you get to do the deed for free.” Another sip, before placing the glass on the table. Honestly, Nori wasn’t really paying much attention at this point. He’d been more than sold, and so most of his attention was on other things. Like, for instance, the fact that Azure wasn’t wearing very much clothing at all. A dark blue shoulderless top that revealed a significant amount of underboob, a thong that rode high on her hips, and absolutely nothing else. It was a hell of an outfit, and he couldn’t wait to get her out of it. He leaned over the table, ready to make his move.

“Of course, before we get to discussing the nitty gritty details, there’s one thing we need to deal with.” Nori froze, right in the middle of reaching for a grope. Suddenly, he found himself tensing up again. “You see, before we become official business partners, I want to make absolutely one hundred percent sure that all that bad blood is well and truly gone. So! As a peace offering, you get to have a completely free session with one of my girls. No strings attached, no obligation to impregnate her if you don’t want to. You can do whatever you want to her, so long as you don’t break the overall rules.”

“Oh. Not you?”

“Not me,” Azure clarified. “Like I said, I want to vary up which girl gets pregnant, so it stays fresh.”

“I thought you said I wasn’t obligated to impregnate her this time?”

“You’re not obligated to, no. But you’re gonna.” She gave him a sly smirk. “Aren’t you?”

“... Well, okay yeah.”

“Good boy.”

“Anyway, uh, that sounds like a good deal to me. I’ll accept your offer.”

Azure raised an eyebrow. “That easy, huh?”

“I’m a man of simple tastes.”

“Not going to ask what the catch is?”

“... There’s a catch?”

Azure sighed, giving a friendly smile as she reached over and gently patted the raccoon on the head. “See, most people would find your inability to learn your lesson infuriating, but what those people need to realize is that just means I have an excuse to teach you that lesson again and again and again, as many times as I want!”

Nori felt his heart sink in time with feeling something very large and very bulge-like nestling against his back.

“The catch, by the way, is that I get to pick the girl.”

The key problem here was that Azure had a lot of employees and he didn’t know all of them. And the ones that he did know ranged the gamut from mostly beginner friendly to challenging for even an expert. There could be anyone behind him, and there was no guarantee he would enjoy himself – after all, the last time she’d elected to “teach him a lesson” it had left him down four clones and with significant damage to the castle. But there was also another possibility lingering in his mind, one that filled him with dread.

“Hi there! My name’th Beatrice Hudthon, but everyone calls me Bea.”

Oh no. Nori immediately knew exactly what that slight lisp entailed. It wasn’t a thick lisp, and anyone else probably wouldn’t have even noticed it. A sign that whoever it was had gotten used to the source of the speech impediment. Which implied that it was genuine rather than just an affectation, which made it so much worse.

Azure’s friendly smile, he noted, had turned into a shit-eating grin that would have been more fitting for a cat than a mouse. “What’s the matter? Not gonna even look at her?”

“Oh, yeah! You gotta get a good look at the merchandise before taking it for a ride!”

Nori didn’t need to look at her to know exactly what she looked like, or at least to get the gist. But he turned around anyway. Somehow he got the impression he didn’t really have a choice.

The first thing he noticed was that she was a beaver. Or, he supposed, at least part beaver. He was familiar enough with Azure’s business model to know that there had to be something up her sleeves. She had the buck teeth, but she also had the same signature draconic beartrap teeth as her employer – much closer to a literal beartrap, actually, given the presence of braces. Hence the slight lisp. Big glasses with thick green rims that matched her eyes, long brown hair tied tightly into twin pigtails, suspenders stretched to the limit by absolutely enormous honkers. All of Azure’s girls seemed to have giant tits, but Bea’s were especially impactful, emphasized by her shirt. She wore a green, button-up shirt with a plaid pattern that was doing an extremely admirable job of just barely not popping open, with two protected pockets right where her nipples would be. In the right one was a pen, and in the left was a simple calculator that had to be reinforced with some kind of magic or else it would absolutely have fucking snapped in two by now.

Her bottom half was just as ridiculous, with khaki hotpants held up by the aforementioned suspenders, strained to the limit by wide hips and a bulge the size of her god damn head. She had wool socks which matched her shirt and that went up to her knees, along with orthopedic-looking shoes. “Here, lemme give you a look at the back!” She turned around and oh god not only was her ass just as fat as her tits, it had freckles. That wasn’t fair. Somehow, in spite of being enough to cover her bulge, most of her butt spilled out of it. And even the parts that were covered were only covered in the most technical sense. Her ass cleavage was so well defined that she almost might as well have just painted the shorts on – except for how it dug into her soft flesh. Oh, and of course she was just overall huge. Nori wasn’t size trash so he couldn’t give an accurate estimate of her height off the top of his head, but she was definitely taller than him by a good foot or so at least.

“What do you think?” Nori attempted to respond, but all he could manage was a dry croak. “I think he likes me, boss!”

“He’s certainly happy to see you. Unless that’s a prosthetic leg in his pocket.” Azure picked up her Manhattan and got up, lazily striding over to the door. “You two have fun~”

“Will do, boss!” Bea said with an idle wave as Azure left the room, leaving Nori and Bea thoroughly alone together. “So! Whaddaya wanna start with? We’ve got all day so don’t worry, we have plenny of time to get to everything.”

Nori once again attempted to respond, but he hadn’t quite reached the point where he was capable of coherent communication again. “B-butt,” was all he managed to choke out, his mind still very much dwelling on those ass freckles.

“Oh, you want a closer look at my butt? Excellent choice! It’s one of my best features, if I do say so myself.” Once again, she turned around to face away from him and lifted her tail. “Just gimme a sec to deal with this thing.” With a snap of her fingers, her tail vanished, giving him a much better view of her whole backside. “I can bring it back later if you want me to – customer’s always right, after all, and even if you’re technically gettin’ a freebie you’re still a customer. But right now it’s mostly just gonna be uncomfortable and get in the way.”

Nori wanted to ask what, exactly, it would get in the way of. Not that he couldn’t guess – getting spanked with a beaver tail was fun but otherwise they mostly just acted as an obstruction when it came to basically any kind of sex act. And, in particular, he could absolutely see why she would use magic to make it disappear before collapsing backwards into his lap and grinding her giant ass against his increasingly prominent bulge.

“Okay! Let’s try and get you hard enough to break through that stupid looking leotard you’ve got on.”

“It’s not stupid looking!” Oh, hey, he managed a sentence.

“It kinda makes you look like a low-rent supervillain.”

“I am a low-rent supervillain!”

“Oh. Well, okay, I’m just gonna go back to grinding my ass on you, you okay with that?”

Nori’s attempt at a third coherent sentence in a row was interrupted by Bea doing a little wiggle and wedging him into her ass-cleavage. Not just his bulge, but like a full fucking half of his torso, all the way in there. “Ahhhhnnn.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She reached down and pulled his hands out of their prison, placing them on her cheeks. “Go on, give it a squeeze,” she cooed. Nori didn’t need to be told twice. He didn’t need to be told once, eagerly letting his hands sink into the expansive spheres. Getting this close to them really drove home how big her butt was. Like he’d already mentally noted how each cheek was bigger than her head? Which was already huge, but she had to be like seven feet tall so that comparison meant a lot more because her head was bigger than his. And it was soft, too. He’d comfortably buried his hands up to the wrist in her flesh – and he felt like he could probably go a lot deeper. Considering how big and perfectly round her cheeks were he’d been kind of assuming they were fake. But, after examining them up close, if they were then they were really fucking good fakes.

Oh and he couldn’t forget those fuckin’ ass freckles, god damn it was like she was purposely made to get him off in the most shameful and embarrassing ways possible and he loved it. “Fffffffffuuuuuuuck~” He moaned, in time with a thrust of his hips and a loud shriiiiiiip as Bea made good on her threat to destroy his leotard.

“There we go!” Bea snapped her fingers twice more and what was left of his clothing teleported off his body into a neatly folded pile in the corner. “We’ll fix it up for you later,” she clarified. “In the meantime, I’ve got an assjob to give!”

Bea pushed herself against the chair, which had the side effect of wedging Nori even deeper into the abyss, and then began to gyrate her hips, left and right and up and down and augh she was fucking good at this. Of course she was, Nori knew very well that the Hole in the Wall had extremely high standards. If Bea wanted him to cum, he’d fucking cum. And apparently she wanted him to cum because he could feel it coming, a tightness and the base of his crotch and a tingling that slooowly travelled its way up his length until the whole thing felt ready to burst.

“Oh, by the way, I took some initiative and cast an orgasm denial curse on you.”

“wait what”

“Yep! Every time you would cum, instead you just get bigger!”

“oh.” Well, okay then. Nori tried to parse his opinion on that particular development, and mostly failed. Not due to any indecision on whether or not he’d be into it – his gut instinct was that it sounded kind of hot. The problem was that any time he tried to redirect his train of thought to something other than the fat fucking beaver cheeks his dick was wedged between, Bea dragged it kicking and screaming right back to the butt. She leaned back, somehow managing to press him even deeper into the cleft. At this point he was well and truly stuck. His hips made increasingly emphatic attempts to buck and thrust as he slowly but inevitably barrelled towards his oncoming climax, but every inch of available space was filled either by chair or ass.

Not that he particularly minded, because Bea was doing more than enough work for the both of them. He had no idea how she managed to simultaneously keep him pinned while also giving him a very thorough assjob, but he also didn’t really care because it felt really good. So good, in fact, that his mounting orgasm from earlier was no longer just mounting, it was fuckin’ here.

Or, you know, about as here as it could be while he was under an orgasm denial curse. It was a really weird sensation, though admittedly it was kind of hard to dwell on the weirdness while in the throes of orgasm. It was almost indistinguishable from just normal cumming, was the thing. His body went through all the motions of an orgasm but nothing actually came out. Instead, for every involuntary convulsion, Bea’s butt got tighter. For every throb and lurch, the chair started to creak and groan. For every spike of pleasure that ran through his spine, those tingles spread throughout his entire body.

And, of course, for every gout of cum that he would have unleashed, he instead just got bigger. He knew this was coming and yet it still somehow caught him off guard. It was kind of difficult to tell at first, given that most of his frame of reference was butt. But the butt was definitely getting relatively smaller, and he knew enough about Azure and her girls to know that probably wasn’t the result of it shrinking. He could also feel himself getting heavier and his balls in particular getting paradoxically fuller. And, as he got bigger, he could feel more of his body pressing against the chair. Which meant that less of him was in Bea’s ass, which was a tragedy, but once again he knew enough about Azure and her girls to know that was only temporary and anyway his dick was still practically getting full coverage so whatever.

Bea, for her part, had not slowed down in the slightest. If anything, now that she didn’t need to worry as much about keeping him trapped, she’d picked up the pace, practically jumping up and down in his lap. Which the chair, of course, audibly objected to. They both made the unspoken decision to ignore the shit out of its objections, of course. Both of them were having way too much fun to give a shit that the chair was barely built to handle one seven foot tall behemoth, let alone two. Even when it ended up creaking and groaning and snapping under their collective weight, sending them collapsing onto the floor with Bea sitting on top of his prone body.

Thankfully, he had enough padding that it didn’t hurt – there was also probably some magical interference going on in that regard. Mostly, the only problem was that the remains of the chair were kind of uncomfortable. And, frankly, Bea sitting on top of him more than made up for any discomfort. She transitioned from slamming her ass on him to rubbing her body up and down along him which felt equally as good. Like she was giving him a boobjob with her ass. Which, duh, that’s what an assjob was, but listen if you want a man to give you any kind of meaningful insights then don’t ask him when he’s got his dick wedged in fat beaver ass.

Although, sadly, it was noticeably less wedged than it had been a few minutes ago. That was one of the downsides to getting bigger – the other person effectively got smaller in the process. Though, really, Bea was so good at this that it wasn’t really that much of a downside. Hell, if anything, it was almost a positive. It was just as intense an experience as Bea pounding him in the chair, but in a very different way. More than just a purely semantic difference, the change in relative size and position and style resulted in a subtle but undeniable shift in the dynamic of the experience. Or something; again, not the time or place for meaningful insights from the trash panda.

“Do you want to try out being the same size for a bit? Or would you rather I try and stay bigger than you?”

“Mnffffff.”

“Let’s go for the former then. It might be a nice change of pace to be the taller one for once~”

“H-hey...”

“Ah, did I hit a nerve? Don’t worry, there’s plenty of girls who are shorter than you, but before you get too indignant please think about who you’re talking to.” Well, okay, yes. Azure’s employees pretty much all trend Very Big, so it probably skewed their perceptions of size a lot. Plus, well, he couldn’t exactly say he didn’t like it when girls gently made fun of him. Or when girls not-so-gently made fun of him. “Anyway! Let’s make you a bit bigger and then I can give you a bodyjob before we move on to the main events!”

“Events?”

“Events. Plural.” Bea grinned over her shoulder. “What, you think we just fuck you once and then that’s it? We wanna give our customers’ their fucking money’s worth, baby~”

“I-ahhhhnnnn~” Once again, Bea expertly interrupted Nori’s train of thought with her ass – she seemed to be very good at that. In addition to picking up the pace of her rubbing, she also shifted her position so that her bulge pressed firmly against his cock too. Nori could feel another climax mounting in the pit of his stomach, and of course Bea expertly pushed him over that edge quickly and efficiently. She reached down and pressed her hands into his nuts, squeezing and groping them with exactly enough force that it didn’t hurt, and so of course he came. Who the fuck wouldn’t cum from that?

Or, well, you know, ‘cum’, such as it was. Nothing came out, but he climaxed all the same, and as he did he grew again. It felt just as good as the last time, if not moreso. Once again, Bea didn’t miss a beat – well before he got too big for her assjob, she lifted a leg and spun herself around so she was facing him and then allowed herself to fall forward, pressing her whole body against his growing shaft. She resumed her rubbing and grinding with a vengeance, wrapping her arms and legs around it like it was a bodypillow before vigorously humping it, pressing her boobs and bulge against it. And then she started licking it, which just wasn’t fucking fair.

Of course he came again. Again, anyone would have cum from that. Even if they were already in the process of climax, which he naturally had been. That was decidedly not an obstacle to any of Azure’s girls and he wouldn’t even consider insulting them by insinuating otherwise. If they want you to cum, then by god you’re gonna cum. Even if you were completely outta juice. Even if you were literally on the verge of dying. It wouldn’t be the first time Nori had been fucked to death. Or even the third. But, thanks to the curse, he was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to die. Or at least not yet. He wouldn’t put it past most of Azure’s girls to cross that line once they’d had their fill with him, or at least among the ones he knew. There was just also no way she’d had her fill yet.

Speaking of the curse, boy howdy had it kicked the fuck in. He’d already been growing, of course, because he’d already been cumming. But then she made him cum again which made him grow again while he was already growing which, it turned out, made him grow faster. That made sense, but you could never say anything for one hundred percent certain when it came to magic shit. Bea seemed to have slowed down, presumably having decided to let him ride out the current growth spurt for now before escalating again. She hadn’t stopped, either, of course. Just no more orgasms, for now. She wrapped her entire body around his shaft, allowing its own throbbing to do all the work for her, pressing into her soft body with every surge of climax. It felt really good, though not quite good enough to push him over the edge again.

Nori wasn’t sure exactly how long his climax lasted. He didn’t exactly have a perfectly accurate internal clock, and there pointedly weren’t any clocks or windows in the room, like how casinos are designed to get you to lose track of time. All he knew was that he did, in fact, eventually stop and it felt like it had been a while when he did. The closest thing he had to any kind of measurement of how much time had passed was the fact that his head was brushing up against one of the walls of the room and his legs against the other, enough that he had to bend the knees. Not as helpful as it might have been – again, he didn’t have the ability to make scarily accurate size estimates with just his eyes. He was, however, at least fairly certain that it was not a small room in the slightest. Big enough, at least, for Bea to comfortably fit inside back before he was taking up much of the available space, and she’d been like seven fuckin’ feet tall so it had to be pretty fucking sizable, right? And he was taking up most of it.

More importantly, though, was the difference between himself and Bea. She was a big beaver. He knew she was a big beaver. She’d given him a very clear demonstration of how big a beaver she was before they’d even started. And yet here she was, basically the size of a toy in comparison to him. It was kind of a weird sensation. Not that he’d never encountered women who were shorter than him, even a lot shorter than him. Even outright action-figure sized was rare but not unheard of. But given where he was, who he was interacting with, his experiences with Azure and her various employees, there was an inherent sort of uncanniness to being this much bigger than she was.

She sat on top of his balls, sorta wiggling a bit, just enough to make sure he didn’t forget she was there. Not that there was any danger of that, of course. On the contrary, he found himself keenly aware of the conspicuous weight on his crotch, and likely would be regardless of what she did. “I think that’s enough of a cooldown,” Bea said, as though she’d actually given him a chance to cool down. Time had passed, yes, even without clocks or windows he wasn’t that far gone. But, again, she had in fact spent that time gently jostling his nuts, making sure he couldn’t actually relax. Not really. “So! Is there anything in particular y’wanna do next, or should I just stay in the driver’s seat?”

Nori was pretty sure he could see where this one was going. He had his fair share of ideas for where they could take things next, and was capable of articulating exactly none of them because Bea was, in fact, still massaging his balls with her ass. And her feet, too, they’d joined in at some point. He wasn’t quite as sold on that one, conceptually, but it sure felt good. “Nothing to say? That’s fine! I can take the lead just as well as followin’ it!”

“I- mnnn I thought you were gonna give me a bodyjob?”

“Oh, well, yes, that was and still is the plan. But y’never know when the customer’s gonna change his mind about what he wants! You gotta poll his opinion occasionally, especially in moments of post-nut clarity.”

Nori did not think that this really counted as a moment of post-nut clarity. Partly because she was, in fact, very much still bouncing on his balls like she was trying to settle into a beanbag chair. But also because, technically speaking, he’d not actually nutted yet. He’d climaxed, yeah, but none of it had actually come out. Or, you know, not in the form of nut. It turned out that growing instead of cumming was not, in fact, anywhere near as satisfying as cumming. And in fact, it was actually probably worse than your regular garden-variety orgasm denial. Growing, unsurprisingly, felt really good, as did the sensation of cumming – but nothing actually came out. He had a backlog of cum that was screaming at him to let it out and he couldn’t because he was literally cursed. And this was just the third or so orgasm, too. There were more coming. Lots, lots, lots more. Like Bea had said, the Hole in the Wall believed in giving its customers their money’s worth – even if it killed them.

Which was actually a very distressingly real possibility. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been fucked to death by prostitutes, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d lost his life to these particular prostitutes. And yeah, okay, he had backups so it wasn’t like he’d actually die die. And there were definitely worse ways to go than being fucked to death. It probably wouldn’t even be an unpleasant experience! It wasn’t even slightly beyond Bea’s abilities to make dying feel good instead of how dying typically feels. Why was he worried about this, again? Oh, yes, right, he would still in fact be dying.

Bea, for her part, did not seem to give a single fuck about his internal monologue, or the fact that he hadn’t said anything for a while. She had already gotten right back to jostling his balls with her butt. “They’re so sloshy! Nice and full, you’re gonna cum so much when I lift that curse.”

“Mnffff.”

“Eventually, eventually. You can’t just jump into a bodyjob, you gotta build up to it. By bouncin’ on your balls like those old toys from the eighties! Don’t judge me for not remembering what they’re called because you didn’t either.” Well, she was right that he didn’t remember what they were called, but that was because he was too busy having a beaver bounce on his balls to think about old toys. Similarly, he wasn’t judging her for it because et cetera. Fuck that felt good. He kinda didn’t want her to stop, actually? But only kinda, because he knew what was coming up next.

Sure enough, Bea sloooooowly leaned forward while continuing to gyrate her hips against his balls, pressing her body against his shaft. “So big! Bigger than me, even! That’s pretty impressive, even when you factor in how much you’ve grown. I might actually not be big enough to properly tend to your meat as it is!”

Nori wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that. He hadn’t quite settled on his opinion on the whole growing thing yet, even if it felt good, so it was only natural that he similarly hadn’t settled on an opinion on Bea bigging him up. Well, actually, no, he was pretty sure he liked Bea bigging him up. In both senses of the word. He liked it when girls were disgusted by him, but he also liked it when girls stroked his ego. Especially when girls stroked his ego and also his penis, which Bea was currently doing. With gusto. And, of course, as he’d already mentioned; growing felt good. It was very easy to see the appeal, now that it was happening to him. He looked forward to growing more almost as much as he looked forward to more attention from Bea.

Almost. But not quite. He’d actually been a little worried when she mentioned it being bigger than she was, actually, but even though she couldn’t give the whole thing attention it was still just as good as the earlier buttjob. If not actually a bit better? He could definitely feel things building up a lot sooner than he had from the buttjobs. Maybe Bea was getting impatient, or maybe she wanted to move on to the bit where she got bigger, or maybe she just really liked seeing him get bigger. “Mnf.”

“I’ve only got so much patience for foreplay in me~” Bea said, clarifying her opinion on the matter. “Wanna start puttin’ it in already~”

Still, that didn’t mean she immediately leapt into the next climax. She lingered, just a little bit longer. Pressing her whole damn body against him. Every point of contact was like electricity – her tongue, her boobs, her bulge. He’d actually kind of forgotten about that until now. And even now that he’d remembered it, it was just a part of the larger tapestry of sensation. Not just a uniform pressure, there were peaks and valleys while still giving everything attention. And he did mean everything. He wasn’t entirely sure how she managed it, considering it was bigger than she was, but he wasn’t surprised that she did. He had extensive experience with prostitutes who were preternaturally good at sex, and the Hole in the Wall was specifically known for prostitutes who were preternaturally good at sex.

And, hey, speaking of preternaturally good at sex, Bea picked that moment to allow him to cum. He wasn’t... actually sure what it was that she did that was different? Something, clearly, because he could feel that buildup turning into a built-up. The tingling sensation flowed up his shaft – and then, once again, rather than flowing out, spread throughout the rest of his body. Again. It was extremely hot but also maddening at the same time. Every time he came it got worse. Harder to think straight. Harder to think about anything other than fucking and growing. Which was, he supposed, the point?

Speaking of fucking and growing, though, he sure was growing. Quite a lot. He’d already grown quite a lot, too. Which led to the metaphorical elephant in the literal room – his last growth had already left him too big to properly fit in the room without curling up a bit, and now he was getting bigger. “Oh, dear, it seems as though you’re running out of room. Whatever will we do.”

“Mnfff this isn’t funny. It’s actually really uncomfortable.”

“Give ‘er a minute and you’ll have plenty of room.”

“I do not like the sound of that at all.”

“Y’should, this is the best part!”

“It sounds very uncomfortable.”

“More uncomfortable than bein’ too big for the room you’re in?”

“I don’t know, probably?”

“Hmph. Well, if you’re gonna be a big baby about it then I’ll just expedite the process.”

“what the fuck does that mean.”

“It means that I can only stand being smaller than you for so long, big boy~”

Well, yeah, he knew that much. The problem was that there frankly wasn’t enough room for one macro, let alone two. And yes, okay, that was the point. But she had fucking magic, couldn’t they, like, teleport out or something? What was up with macros and destroying shit? What was the appeal? He didn’t understand. They all seemed to get off to smashing things, to some degree or another. Tearing through buildings, causing earthquakes or tsunamis, eating the fucking moon, or just tearing off their clothing. Maybe it was some sorta expression of power? Or maybe it was an extension of sadomasochistic tendencies?

Or, fuck it, maybe it was just one of those completely inexplicable things like the guy who got horny over chewing ice, he didn’t know and now obviously wasn’t the time for him to muse on the psychological origins of specific sub-fetishes of macrophilia. Actually, he was kind of surprised he’d gotten as far down that line of thinking as he had considering he now took up basically all the available space and Bea had also started to grow. He was too big too see her do it, but he didn’t need to because, again, he took up all the available space. Which meant that the room’s other occupant starting to take up more space was immediately obvious. He could feel her body pressing against him, sandwiched between his shaft and the ceiling, slowly sliding along its length as she grew.

He was kind of reluctant to admit it, but it actually felt really good. Uncomfortable? Yes, absolutely, that hadn’t changed. But boy howdy did the cute girl growing against his penis more than make up for that. Especially when she got right back into pleasuring him. Somehow. He had no earthly idea how she managed to be so fucking dexterous with such little breathing room. He couldn’t move, how the fuck could she. But fuck she did, squeezing and groping and jerking and licking like they weren’t trapped in a confined space about the relative size of a mid-sized sedan’s trunk.

And then she somehow managed to finagle the thing into her mouth and boy was that a lot. Whatever gears in his brain were still turning, that served to shove a nice big iron pipe in between ‘em. Thinking was out of the question when a cute beaver girl was sucking your dick. He tried not to think about how close her distressingly pointy teeth were to his shaft and actually managed to mostly succeed. Which was actually secretly part of the appeal. That element of danger made it significantly hotter than a regular run-of-the-mill blowjob. And Bea was very good at emphasizing that element of danger without crossing the line into injury but also not making it seem like that’s what she was doing. Applying just enough pressure that he could feel her fangs against his flesh, though obviously she wasn’t going to actually bite his penis off.

... She wasn’t going to actually bite his penis off, right?

She did not, in fact, bite his penis off. It sure felt like she was gonna, though, which served to expedite Nori’s next climax. That, right there, was more than the building could handle. They tore through the thing like it was made of wet tissue paper. The walls went first, then everything below them collapsed, and finally everything above them crumbled to the wayside. It was actually nowhere near as uncomfortable as he’d expected it to be? Like the Hole in the Wall was specifically designed to be grown out of, which really he should have seen coming.

“Actually, you’d be surprised at how fragile the average building is. If you’re ever worryin’ to yourself ‘hey, which is gonna give out first, the building’s structural integrity or mine?’ It’s gonna be the building’s. Trust me. No amount of architectural finagling is gonna change that.”

“Right. I’ll take your word for it.”

“You should!” Bea said, sticking her ample chest out with pride. “I’m somthin’ of an expert, I’ll have you know.”

Speaking of her ample chest, boy howdy was her clothing gone. Nori was actually kind of disappointed he’d not really gotten to see her outgrow her outfit, but only kind of. Most of his attention right now was on her big fat naked tits. Somehow, the lack of clothing made them seem bigger? Well, okay, literally speaking they were bigger, by a lot. But proportionally bigger. And beyond just the raw size, they had a heft to them that they lacked when she was wearing clothing. Made ‘em look more natural.

Her ass, meanwhile, absolutely did not look natural in the slightest. He could tell because, over the course of his internal monologue, she’d turned around, and after it finished she collapsed backwards. “You strike me like a guy who likes his face gettin’ sat on. Am I right or am I right?” She was, in fact, right. He immediately got into it, flinging his arms around her colossal cheeks and shoving his face in there, as deep as he could get it. Not actually all the way in, but pretty damn close. Close enough that he could still enjoy himself.

She tasted very good, of course. Felt good, too. This was a high-class ultra-luxury brothel, after all. He wasn’t just eating regular ass, this was some premium ass. Three Michelin star ass. Normally it’d cost tens of thousands of dollars to get this experience so it’d damn well better be nice. Soft, warm, and very big. He squeezed, letting his hands sink deep into her colossal assflesh, and at the same time pressing her cheeks more tightly around his face.

In the meantime, Bea wasn’t content with idly sitting on her laurels (or on his face). She gave him a moment to settle in, but only a moment. “I’m gonna get back t’suckin’ your cock now, okay?”

“Mnf.”

“I mean I was gonna do it even if you weren’t okay with it, because let’s all be honest here; you were always gonna be okay with it.”

“Mnf.”

That was, apparently, about all the patience Bea had for talking about sucking cock. She got right back into it, maximum intensity. She couldn’t get to the whole thing, by virtue of her position. She’d hafta get off of his face to go to the hilt – which was, obviously, unacceptable. But she didn’t need to deepthroat him when she had fat fuckin’ titties right there. She enveloped most of his shaft, which was really quite impressive given how big it was right now. He was pretty sure her tits weren’t big enough to manage that without making them bigger. Not that she was incapable of making them bigger, of course, but he was just a little disappointed he’d not gotten to see them get bigger. That was the best part! Well, aside from getting to experience the bigger titties, of course. That was also a very good part. He liked that part a lot. They were heavy, pressing down on his torso and against his cock, like he was inside of her without being inside of her.

Although, of course, he was at least partially inside of her. Yes, she couldn’t deepthroat him, but she’d managed to get an impressive amount of cock in there. Definitely more than just the tip. He wasn’t sure whether he preferred this to the earlier bodyjob or not. Both of them had their plusses and presumably also minuses in there somewhere if he squinted. Right now, he was probably going to have to go with the blowjob because that was the one that was happening right now. If you’d asked him a few minutes ago he’d probably have said the bodyjob, ask him again a few minutes from now and he’d say whatever was happening then. He wasn’t a particularly difficult raccoon to please. It helped that, to reiterate the point, Miss Hudson was really quite good at this shit. He could feel yet another climax building in the pit of his stomach. How many was that so far? He’d kinda lost count. A lot, enough that the curse had left him bigger than some buildings, including the one they had just been in.

And Bea very obviously was not inclined to stop at some buildings. He couldn’t blame her – as much as he wasn’t super into size stuff, he had to admit that it felt good. Not just getting big, either, he wasn’t in the least bit surprised that growth magic made you horny. Frankly it’d be weirder if it didn’t. But also the actual state of being big was weirdly pleasurable? Just the feeling of being at such a size, the sensation of cars and streetlights underneath him, of his body pressing up against buildings, the road buckling beneath his hips as they thrust. The sheer, raw power was intoxicating.

Though maybe that was the cum-brain talking. He hurtled over the edge at full speed, no moderation, maximum intensity. He shoved his face as deep into Bea’s ass as he could get it and got to licking, even as the growth kicked in again. It felt just as good as the other climaxes, maybe even a bit better? It was kind of hard to quantify the specific degrees of overwhelming pleasure at this point. And this was still technically foreplay! He hadn’t had a chance to put it in yet! To say nothing of the myriad other positions and sex acts they could try out! And all of it for free! Normally he’d have to rob several banks for this kind of experience, or at least be prepared to face the wrath of an angry dragonmouse. From what he understood, he’d gotten off lightly in comparison to some other dine-and-dashers. He’d heard stories and it sounded like the standard “punishment” was... Well, the kind of thing that was fun when it happened to other people, but that he would really rather prefer not happen to him, thanks.

Eventually, his climax slowed down. It seemed that this time Bea was not particularly interested in stacking orgasms on top of orgasms, which honestly he was okay with. Slow things down a little bit, before picking the pace back up. He had a pretty good idea what was next. They’d done enough fucking foreplay to outgrow the entire damn block, so either they were gonna do more foreplay in an open attempt at driving him insane, or they were gonna escalate. And, obviously, there was only one place to escalate to.

“So,” he said, as Bea slowly pulled herself off of him. “Next I get to put it in, right?”

“Hm? Oh, well, someone is putting it in, yes.”

“wait hold on I thought the point of this was for me to impregnate you.”

“Yeah, that’s gonna happen by the time we’re done with this,” Bea replied, reaching down and flipping Nori over. “But, like, it’s a bold assumption on your part that we’re anywhere near done with this.”

“H-hey wait-”

“Besides,” she interrupted with a smirk. “I really wanna see that thing where your butt gets bigger when you wanna get fucked in it~”

Nori hadn’t been paying too much attention to Bea’s penis. It was there, yes, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed it at all either. It had undeniably contributed to things. Occasionally pressing up against other bits in a way that intensified the already intense sensations going on. But at the end of the day it wasn’t really, you know, the main event? Other aspects of Miss Hudson’s appearance drew his focus.

Now, though? Now she was naked, erect, and actively about to put it in him, which obviously made it much more immediately relevant. It was very big, obviously. He didn’t know for sure but he was fairly confident when he said none of Azure’s girls were small. But it wasn’t exactly a big comfort when faced with it, right here and now, with Intent. It was dark brown and equine, with a big flare and a big medial ring. Horsecocks always looked bigger than regular cocks, although of course it was also just bigger than a regular cock. A good few feet, at least. Well okay actually no it was significantly more than a good few feet but, as he’d established, he wasn’t really good at estimating specific sizes and that was without factoring in that he was much bigger than normal.

Not that, you know, he didn’t want it in him. He wasn’t gonna lie and say he wasn’t at least a bit of a butt-slut. Or a lot of a butt-slut. Just, you know, he’d not really been planning on bottoming today so the prospect caught him off guard. And, well, again; it was very big.

“There we go! Man, that’s good. I should try and convince Poppy to enchant his butt to get bigger whenever he’s horny for getting fucked in the butt.” She idly rested it against his cleft. It gently moved as a result of her talking and oh man. “Although, on the other hand, if he did it’d probably never stop growing.”

“Who, ah, who is Poppy?”

“You haven’t met Poppy yet? You’d probably like him. He looks and dresses like a girl but is very insistent that he’s very manly. Loves getting fucked in the butt, will never admit to it.”

“Oh, yeah, that does sound fun.”

“Unfortunately for you, since he obviously can’t get pregnant, you’re gonna hafta pay if you wanna try him out.”

Oh. Right yeah he’d kind of forgotten about that whole thing. Too distracted by, you know, the obvious distractions. But he was, in fact, not just getting free sex with the Hole’s various employees, this was a business arrangement with specific requirements on his part and honestly that made it just a little bit less fun. A touch. Just enough that the second Bea started actively hot-dogging him he still immediately forgot what he was thinking about. Something about his sub-lust triggered butt expansion? Made sense, considering there was a big dick about to get stuck in him. Bea rocked her hips back and forth and as she did he could feel it sinking deeper in between his cheeks which was partly her thrusting but also partly his ass getting bigger around it. “Anyway! That’s enough distractions! You’re not gonna get out of me fucking your ass that easily! You clearly want me to, look how big you’ve gotten already! They’re almost as big as mine! And gettin’ bigger, holy shit!”

Nori did not get the chance to properly appreciate the implications of that. Something he had mixed feelings on. On the one hand he wanted to have at least some time to enjoy his growth. But on the other hand he’d kind of already gotten to enjoy his growth, hadn’t he? And was probably going to get to enjoy even more growth in short order. Bea just... sort of picked him up by his waist, like he was an onahole, and then proceeded to use him like one. Just slammed him down onto her shaft, all the way to the hilt in one god damn go holy shit. Didn’t give him a chance to process how full he was before taking him almost all the way off of it and then right back down. It wasn’t completely relentless – she would pause very briefly when he was at the apexes of in and out, just long enough for him to almost come back down, before getting right back to the fucking. Up, pause, down, pause, repeat. His abdomen bulged obscenely from the sheer overwhelming size of her cock, when it was in him. A lesser man might very well have not survived, and honestly he was only banking on his own survival because he did, in fact, still need to impregnate the beaver at some point before the evening was over.

And then she started jerking him off and that was him outta the picture for the foreseeable future. No thoughts, head too full of fuck. He could feel another orgasm building up, deep in the pit of his stomach. Bea, apparently, could feel it too. She gently lowered him to the ground, still thrusting in and out, and smoothly transitioned from onahole-style to doggy-style. She kept on jerking him off, and used her free hand to smack his ass. And then smack it again. Just keep on spankin’ him, not hard enough to actually hurt, but definitely enough to accent the sex. Like just a splash of hot sauce in a bowl of chicken noodle soup, gave things a little extra kick.

Bea came before he did, which wasn’t too surprising. He’d kind of seen it coming, actually. She’d fill him up and then he’d grow so that things would even out. Probably. Or at least he assumed that was the plan. If there even was a plan. Planning was hard when you were balls-deep in a cute boy with a big ass – something he had a lot of experience with. That was about as far as that train of thought managed to get before Bea erupted in him. And obviously that marked the end of thinking for a while. She really pumped him full. Just absurd amounts of cum, which as far as he was aware was pretty standard for the Hole in the Wall. He could feel and see his midsection getting en-sphere-ified by the overwhelming volume of beaver-spunk, and it wasn’t even all going in. She was still thrusting, in and out, churning her own output and flooding the streets below. Yet more property damage, sort of an inevitability when you had sex while this big.

That was about as much as he could take. Frankly, it was beyond what he could take. He’d basically spent this entire encounter on the verge of climax, and then she’d put it in his butt and it had taken actual conscious effort on his part not to immediately cum. The kind of stimulation you get from anal was very different from the kind you get from giving. Like jolts of electricity flowing out from his prostate as her medial ring rubbed against it, down to his balls and up his back and from there through his entire body. It was sublime, truly magical. Way more intense, the kind of cum that leaves you barely able to function after.

And that was before you factored in the whole orgasm denial curse thing. Once again, it was like a regular orgasm, with the sensation of cum flowing up his shaft right up until when it would have released – instead it just converted itself into big, starting with his dick and then flowing out to the rest of him. Same as before except this time that sensation of growth compounded with the sensation of anal orgasm which made him cum harder which made him grow more and then both of those things compounded again. He was kinda surprised this was only happening now but now that it was boy was it a lot.

He lurched bigger in waves of size and pleasure, his body surging and spasming with orgasm and growth alike, limbs stretching through buildings and tearing up asphalt beneath him. Which, ultimately, helped him with calming back down. As he’d mused before, destroying shit was just a thing for macros and while he could sort of understand it now, more than he could before? It was still kind of beyond him. Shit was uncomfortable. It didn’t hurt, but it was enough to cut through the haze of arousal. Also, the fact that Bea had finished her orgasm helped with slowing things back down.

As he had predicted, Nori ended up out-growing his cumflated belly. It was kind of a shame that he didn’t get to enjoy it more, but only kind of a shame. Everything, good and bad alike, was overshadowed by the looming spectre of breeding. They’d done foreplay (a lot of foreplay), and they’d done pegging. There was no way it was getting delayed any further, right? They had to be fucking next.

“Howzabout a little more foreplay?”

“oh come on”

“Kidding! Kidding! I fucked you, you get to fuck me. It’s only fair.”

“Right.” Of course, this raised a further issue; he’d just had an extremely intense anal orgasm and he wasn’t entirely sure if standing up straight was on the table any time soon, let alone walking over to where Bea was and having sex with her. That was asking a lot of a man whose legs felt like they were made of jello that hadn’t properly set yet. “Just, ah, gimme a minute.”

“Oh? Are you already out of steam?” Oof. He could hear the smug, shit-eating grin dripping from her every word. “I was expecting more from you, but I guess you can’t help it if you’re lacking endurance.”

“I’m not lacking endurance!”

“I’m just saying that I just came just as hard as you did and I’m still good to go.” She punctuated her statement by doing a few stretches. Which boy fucking howdy was someone with Bea’s body doing stretches a lot. Her arms squeezed against her boobs, and her butt squeezed against itself, and she made sure to twist her body so he could see both things happening at the same time because of course she did she was definitely doing this on purpose to fuck with him.

“I’m clearly still good to go too!”

“I can see that. You’re standing pretty proud for a guy who’s all tuckered out. Like a flagpole. I’m honestly kinda impressed that you’re hard enough to fight back against gravity, actually, dang.”

“I’m just... not quite good to stand up.”

“Oh, pffft, is that all? Trust me, y’don’t need to stand up to impregnate me.”

Oh yeah okay right that was true. His brain was still a bit mushy from all the orgasm denial so he’d just sort of... assumed he was gonna be ploughing her. It was just how it went when it came to sex, normally. He was too used to dealing with subs, he supposed. It was a nice change of pace to not hafta be the one doing all the work for once, he supposed. She towered over him ominously, her enormous form casting a shadow over him. God, she was large. Like, not just proportionally, bitch had to be skyscraper sized. Which, now that he thought about it, meant he was also probably skyscraper sized – or at least close enough to skyscraper sized that his dick was also probably comparable to a skyscraper. Just, you know, a smaller skyscraper.

Bea snapped her fingers and her manhood vanished, the same way she’d hidden her tail earlier. Removing the last obstruction blocking his view of her needy pussy – not strictly necessary, she could absolutely have impaled herself on him with her cock and balls out, and there was definitely something to be said for pregnant herms, and for using a herm’s girl-bits, and all of that. What was the point of having both sets of plumbing if you only ever used the one? But there was also something to be said for a juicy, needy cunt on display, ready to consume the nearest cock.

It was, unsurprisingly, a nice pussy. Given how much the prostitutes at the Hole in the Wall generally cost, it’d better have been a nice pussy. It was just puffy enough to look inviting without crossing the line into being gross, visibly tight and visibly wet. She reached down and gently held his shaft steady with one hand, taking a few steps forward until she was directly above him. “Brace yourself, little guy.”

“I-I’m not little!” Nori managed to squeeze just a bit of indignity, just in time for Bea to drop to her knees. All the way to the hilt in one go, damn. She leaned forward, pressing her fat tits against his chest as she kissed him. Kissed him deeply. Very deeply, holy shit. It felt like she was plumbing his god damn digestive system, and she might very well have actually been plumbing his god damn digestive system for all he knew. Deep in there. Which was a lot, especially in concert with her very tight pussy.

The kiss did not last for particularly long. Otherwise, he’d probably have cum in short order. “I’m gonna remove the curse. Try and hold back ‘til then, ‘kay?”

“Mnf.” He was pretty sure she was intentionally sabotaging him in that regard. She leaned back, pressing her ass against his balls in the process. That, of course, felt very good. So did she. Turns out she didn’t just look tight, she was, just barely enough that it didn’t hurt. Her insides milked him, and it took every single solitary ounce of willpower he had not to just erupt right there. Or, you know, not erupt. Because of the curse. How fucking long did it even take to lift a curse, anyway?

“Of course, technically it’s not a curse, just an orgasm denial spell. Curses are a specific thing, pretty much exclusive to witchcraft. But callin’ it a curse is more fun, y’know?”

“Mnf.”

“I’m gettin’ to it, I’m gettin’ to it, gimme a sec. Geeze, guys are really impatient when they’re balls-deep.”

“Mnffffff~”

“Fine, fine,” Bea said, rolling her eyes. “That’s enough teasing for now, I think.” That ‘for now’ hung heavily in the air, though she didn’t give him enough time to properly parse it. She held up a hand and smirked. “You might wanna brace yourself. Consider this your fair warning.”

With that as his only warning, she snapped her fingers, and the floodgates burst. It was more than your average cumshot, well beyond. Like every time he would have cum but grew instead, it made this final eruption that much bigger. Compounding on itself exponentially, and then scaling up to his current size – because obviously when you’re the size of a skyscraper you’re gonna cum more than you do when you’re the size of a person.

And, of course, in the process, Bea got absolutely blorted. Rendered almost spherical by just the first shot, and then the next one was even bigger, and the one after that even bigger. In retrospect, cowgirl wasn’t the best sex position to cumflate someone in, but in his defense he hadn’t exactly had a say in the position. And also frankly, he couldn’t really bring himself to mind. Yes, okay, getting steamrolled by a cum-filled gut big enough that if it fell from space it’d kill off all the dinosaurs wasn’t comfortable but it was also very hot. He could hear it bulldozing buildings, feel the asphalt and concrete beneath him crumbling under its overwhelming weight. Which was his doing. He still wasn’t sold on the whole destruction fetish thing, but he couldn’t deny that knowing it was his sheer overwhelming output that was directly causing the destruction did, in fact, spice things up a bit.

He was, once again, not sure how long his orgasm lasted. The lack of windows and clocks was one thing, but being literally buried under her was another entirely. It was hot and humid and sloshy and it smelled like sex, which he was pretty sure made him cum longer than he would have – as though he wasn’t already going to cum hard and long without the extra push. But he definitely came harder and longer. But, thankfully, not forever. She did not, in fact, fuck him until he had nothing left to give and then keep going. As hot as that was, he did not want to die every time he had sex. If only because his memories leading up to any given death were hazy at best, and he would in fact like to have some memories of fucking? Just a couple would be nice.

Eventually he finished cumming, no thanks to Bea. Most of it ended up inside her, which left him very thoroughly pinned. “Mnf.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty impressed. Most guys need a li’l outside assistance to even come close to this kinda output, yanno? You did this all on your own!”

There was something slightly patronizing about the way she said it, but y’know what it could’a been worse. “Mnf.”

“I’m serious! It’s impressive for someone who’s, you know, relatively normal.”

“Mnf!”

“Anyway,” she continued, ignoring his indignant grunting and weak writhing – his heart wasn’t exactly in escaping from beneath her slut gut, but he felt like he had to offer a token resistance. “I’m pretty fuckin’ full! This is a good start!”

“Mnf?”

“Oh, yeah, a start. For sure.” He couldn’t see her for obvious reasons, but he could hear the grin in her voice. “After all, we gotta make sure it sticks, y’know. Or else the pregnant sex promotion’ll be ruined. And that simply won’t do~”

“Mnf!!!!” It was not, of course, that he objected to more sex with the beaver nerd. In fact, it was the opposite; he kind of found himself eagerly wanting more. But also he wasn’t stupid. Sex with the beaver nerd was a lot, and they’d already been at it for a while. Suddenly the possibility of getting fucked to death was once more on the table and he really wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, or both, he didn’t have a single fucking say in the matter. “Let’s shoot for twenty. Just to be really sure it sticks,” she said, sloooooowly lifting her hips up and up and up until she reached the apex, just before she entirely removed him from her box. “That’s enough talking. Round two begins now~”