Emergency Relief Station

I've really been out of it in December, kept too busy by Life stuff to write. So here's a silly little bit of writing to start making up for it, inspired by Frostbound's recent animation.

A fat-cocked bird filling a pool, on a grand scale...

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Phen stretched her arms, earning herself a comfortable pop, before taking up position at the edge of the vast, tiled pool. She was a blip of red feathers in the enormity of the place, a dry dock capable of holding a cruise ship, emptied of water and equipment, save that necessary for its new function. A function that would swiftly be put to the ultimate test, as the enormously endowed avian never tended to stay insignificant for long…

“An Emergency Relief Station? I don’t know, seems pretty small to me.”

“You really don’t have to do this,” Koril noted.

“Oh, but I do. What if some poor, pent-up hyper comes by? Gotta make sure it works right.”

“Every hyper gets pent-up at the drop of a hat. That’s part of the definition. That’s why they built this place. To contain the mess.”

“Contain, huh?” Phen flashed a worryingly carefree smile. “We’ll see about that.” The towering herm adopted a wide stance and thrust her hips forwards, her immense cock-bulge shredding her leggings in an instant as her two shafts swung up and out, before thumping against the tiled wall of the pool below her. Even soft, they outsized her wide, powerful legs by a factor of two, and they didn’t stay soft for long; rising, as if commanded, to thick, throbbing erections that shook the floor under her feet with their rhythmic pulsing and their rumbling spurts of growth. The gurgling of her balls soon joined in, both heavy, musk-laden pairs hanging heavy between her legs, bigger and lower by the moment as they more than kept up with her already body-dwarfing girlcocks.

“I’ll get a raft ready,” Koril commented from somewhere behind her.

“Don’t be like that. Maybe it works. Maybe this adorable little pool can contain me.” Phen laughed, barely even noticing how her swelling curves obliterated the rest of her outfit, tits and ass growing far too thick to cover up. At least she hadn’t actively grown any taller—yet—though at 12 feet of height, she still stood out to anyone with eyes to see.

Throb. Her twin cocks, thick and veiny, stood fully at attention, filling the air with domineering flesh and her enthralling scent. And here came her first drops of precum, big as barrels. They lingered briefly, swaying in long strands from her glistening cockslits, before falling into the vast, empty vat. It wouldn’t remain empty for long. More droplets followed, the pitter-patter—if you could call it that, given the mass and the force involved, the splatters shaking the foundations of the building with each impact—growing in frequency until it was like a frothing waterfall, an uninterrupted deluge of precum of such ridiculous potency that to be in mere proximity meant instant, debilitating pregnancy for anyone with ovaries to spare—and even for some without.

Phen smirked, laying a hand on her broad, slowly widening cockbase as she watched the bottom of the pool fill. The touch felt exquisite, a slow, luxurious tease… And a sharp contrast to the unrefined cacophony of her balls, bloating bigger and louder by the second as she decided to step it up—and actually let herself cum.

Sploosh! it went, as the waterfalls of jizz became ten times as violent in the blink of an eye, the phoenix’ fat cocks growing to accommodate the mad volumes of cum that her balls so insistently produced on the spot. 50-foot spires wouldn’t do; and neither would 60, 70, 80, 90, Phen noted with an indulgent grin as she settled into that most pleasurable of rhythms: cumming, and growing, and cumming, and growing, each fresh fountain of molten seed provoking a tingly growth spurt of her package, which made her cum harder than before. She thrust her hips, enjoying the steady beat, as her fat, juicy balls swung lower and lower into the swiftly filling pit.

“Come on! I’m hardly even trying!” she called, laughing with delight as she watched the grand pool fill with white. Even for a grrl with >100 foot cocks, she came like nothing else, gushing cum far faster than physically possible. The water level was approaching the rim of the pool, an excess already spraying out onto the walls as her more forceful spurts hit the far wall. And perhaps that was the trigger for what came next.

A warning klaxon sounded—though it was hardly audible over the noise of the bird’s gurgling balls and furious nutting—as the facility was bathed in red lights. Drainage canals opened and great rotors kicked in to carry away the hyper-productive avian’s ball batter before she drowned the place.

“Aha! Now we’re talking,” Phen said, grinning. “An emergency-emergency system. That is suitable for a Hyper Relief Station. Good job. A shame it won’t… last...”

She caressed her breast with her left hand, guiding one fat nipple up to her beak, as her right intensified its stroking of her monstrous package. Her cocks throbbed—and obediently sealed the facility’s doom, coming harder, and harder, and harder. Thousand-gallon spurts became tens of thousands, then hundreds, millions, and more; every pulse grew her cocks exponentially, unleashing cum on an apocalyptic level; lakes, seas, oceans of pearly white, exploding the building wholesale and making it an epicenter of a planetary crisis of cum. Nothing could stop her—she’d cum for hours if she felt like it, for days, weeks, years…

Splurt, splurt, splurt…

“Satisfied yet?” Koril asked after an indeterminable length of time, drifting by on his inflatable raft.

Phen, leaning on her by now mile-long cocks, her island of endowments being the only thing big enough to stick out of the world-spanning flood of cum, considered the question. 

“With my orgasm?”

“With the test!”

“Oh. I suppose. It’s alright,” she said, shrugging.

“Shame that it’s all in ruins now, then.”

“Eh, it’ll buff out. And besides, it’s an Emergency station. Can’t be too surprised if I have to create one to test it out.”

Koril rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you tell ‘em that. See how that goes.”

“Just fine, I reckon. Especially if I don’t shrink down. Especially if I tell them how much I held back.” Phen’s yellow beak curled into a smirk as the rumbling of her balls rolled through the air like the thunder of an approaching storm. “Or even better, I could show them. I’m starting to feel a little pent up again…”