Suddenly: Girlfriend

 "Hey, can you get me a beer or something?" Jack asked her roommate as she pushed through the door. She had to duck slightly to fit inside, her muscles already a bit much for buildings sized for normal people on days when she -wasn't- pumped. On days like today, where she set a new PB and that was the -early- part of the day, it was a struggle.

"It has been a real fucker of a day," she sighed, calling out to the void as she flopped onto the couch, immediately undoing her pants and tugging the jeans off her massive thighs. No amount of tucking skill made hiding as much cock as she had -comfortable-, and it was nice to finally let it breathe, one finger pulling off her ultra-stretchy panties and letting all three feet of shark cock flop out.

Jack made herself comfortable fast. One hand reached between the couch cushions, pulling out an ultra-magnum condom, sliding it past her razor sharp teeth to open it, and stuffing it on her cock in time to catch the first drop of pre forming now that her balls weren't actively being punished; while the other hand grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV, turning on a science news channel that had been recorded and letting the girl -relax-.

This was a very concerning development as the other occupant of the house had been reasonably sure he lived alone.

Jack watched as Max froze in place, his eyes laboriously tracking her from one side of the room to the other. The slinky ferret stood, statue-like, as this massive shark slid through the room like an incredibly muscular spectre, all graceful movement despite the significant weight.

What the fuck was happening? He slowly felt the blood returning to his limbs and merely turned on his heels, padding quietly into the kitchen. The refrigerator was packed as he opened it. A lot more seafood, for one thing, he didn't nearly think he ate this much tuna... he retrieved a pack of beers, taking the cardboard handle into his fingers as he closed the fridge and returned through to the living room.

Slowly, he crept back in, wondering if she would even still be there when he returned... yep. Still there. Creeping around the couch, he studied her muscles, a perfect blend of aesthetic and practical might. His eyes crept into the valley of her powerful thighs, watching that three feet of meat twitch above heavy balls.

It was like someone had laser targeted his brain to develop a woman that would appeal to him and simply dropped her into existence. Had he unwittingly used his power, somehow? Was this a consequence he had garnered somehow? He offered her four beers, then thought better of it and offered three instead, taking one for himself. "I, um... sorry, who are you? Why do you have the keys to my apartment?"

"Oh, right, I did -eventually- find it. It was between the middle two abs on the left," Jack smiled a grin that could be described as 'shit-eating' on a more normal person but was slightly more terrifying on a giant shark. "I'm mostly just proud. Gonna put that on my resume. Jack Maraja Other Skills: 'Buff enough to lose a house key in her abs." 

Jack accepted the beers, poking two holes in one with sharp-clawed fingers before draining it in one thorough suck and crushing the can against her forehead, repeating the gesture, and only -then- opening the third can like a normal person and taking a sip before pausing the show just long enough to let out a belch that rumbled the house.

"And thanks. Awfully kind to a stranger," she teased, groping his butt with her tail. "Your day go okay? Don't wanna lead with blah blah CEOs are idiots and all that."

Well, at least Max got a name, even if it was for someone who didn't need to carry around a purse because she could tuck spare cash and keys into her muscles, which was a mildly terrifying thought on its own. There was a brief flush in his ears as she swatted at his butt with a muscular tail... she seemed awfully familiar with him. He was beginning to suspect that she had been inserted into his history, somehow, but... how? He hadn't made any "perfect shark GF" wishes, or the like.

Slowly, he cracked open the pull-tab on his own beer as he sat up on the sofa beside her. The furniture did seem a little bigger than normal. Odd. Still, he shuffled up beside her, trying not to just peer over at her dick, only occasionally failing. He probably couldn't just ask her about what was going on; she probably wasn't sure herself, right?

"Um... yeah, day’s going just fine for me! Were you having, ah, problems?"

"Just the usual 'why have progress when we can have cash' bullshit, you know how it goes," Jack took a big swig and sighed. "Jack, don't put the new muscle enhancers in the water supply. Jack, not -all- livestock needs to be myostatin deficient. Jack, when you publish the genetic encoding for penile hypertrophy don't lie and sneak in intelligence correlated ones as well even IF you knew it'd get hacked and published."

She flicked her hair, the long red waves flying away from her glasses stiffly. "Weren't complaining when I fucked enough FDA agents to get us permanently fast-tracked. And THAT one's actually ethically dubious. It was even a bloody accident, I just thought he was cute."

"Ech, sorry, I know those problems are kind of unrelatable. I do have another round of 'free samples' though if you want."

Free samples? It actually sounded like a good idea to him. Maybe if there was an intelligence-boosting component, he could figure out exactly what the hell was going on here. Perhaps it was an impulse decision. "Oh, um, sure? I'll take a free sample?"

He ran his claws through his hair as he chugged half of his beer, wiping a little foam from his snout. "Um... it sounds like your bosses don't really respect you very much. Maybe you need to shop around for another employer, or work for yourself? I guess I have a... um, not a boss, a... benefactor, let's say... who doesn't really respect me much. It wants me to do things, then when I do them, it's never right, so it gets back at me..."

"Sounds like -you- need a change, then, little dude," Jack shot right back at him. "But you're right. The price I pay for making my primary goal 'good smokescreen' rather than 'good boss'. I can always go back to -independent- mad science."

She fished a few tightly wrapped, metal vials out of her cleavage, flipping the cap on them and revealing an auto-injector like an epi-pen. "But crap like job hunting can come after a good few orgasms. Mine, yours, or both?"

Max's expression darkened a little for a moment. "...hah, I wish. I'm stuck with what I have, I think." He shook his head, then his gaze followed her hands as they dipped into her breasts and fished out an injector. A few orgasms? That was... pretty familiar. He shied away from the needle a little... she wasn't going to stick him, was she?

"Er... I guess both sounds fair, right? I mean, how long have we been living together, right?" Maybe she'd brush off the question, maybe she'd answer it... but it was worth prodding and prying nonetheless.

"Not long enough for it to get boring!" Jack answered, and shoved an injector directly into each of their balls. Despite her overmuscled physique, she didn't -hit- them, only going exactly deep enough for the needle to connect. A needle that surprisingly didn't hurt much either, instead providing just a small cooling sensation.

Then a warming sensation.

Then a larger warming sensation.

Then a still mercifully painless feeling of his balls being -white hot-. 

They gurgled -audibly- the groaning sounds of rapidly increasing cum production causing them to shake below his waist.

If his balls were growling like a dog...

Jack's were like a pack of wolves. And she immediately flushed, going red in the face as she pried her condom off, the oversized reservoir now the size of a bean bag chair under the coffee table before she tied it off.

"Phew! And I just got the backup emptied, too!" An entire beanbag chair worth of backup. Jack wrapped her tail around her cock just below the head, and Max got to watch her cum slit visibly swell by the second as every vein on her balls stood out.

"Welp," her hands picked Max up, a grip like solid diamonds grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him along, "Let's see if I can get us to the bathroom -before- the mess starts."

Max felt his world go woozy as his nuts swelled. At the best of times, he was needy and horny as a baseline. Introducing a catastrophic surge of seed into his nuts was... well, not quite disastrous, but certainly worthy of note. His own thick shaft began leaking as he gripped tight onto her powerful forearms for support, dangling from her grip like a wet towel. Watching her try to cut off the flow to her dick with that thick, muscular tail, he attempted to do the same to his own cock, squeezing slender fingers around the base like he were trying to throttle it.

The thought only made him a little hornier. "L-look," he stammered, fingers tense around his own cock. "I've probably said this before, so if I'm repeating myself just say so, but - things get dangerous when I'm so w-worked up! That... benefactor wants me to start doing things, and those things can really mess with rea- with, uh, our living situation."

"Well," Jack grit her teeth, the wild swelling of her own balls starting to get to her as she narrowly passed the door to the bathroom and bent Max over a quintuple sized tub that was new to him, "That's the deal isn't it?"

She took a deep breath, and speared him on her cock. With practiced ease and -far- more natural lube than even a cock her size needed, she went deep in the space of a moment, exhaling in relief as she comfortably rested her glans against his prostate and started unloading by the gallon. 

It was curiously gentle, in its way. Jack held his hips gently and tightly, moving his body around her rather slowly. He may have been no more than an onahole under her hyper strong arms, but one she was playing with delicately.

Barring, of course, the constant cock eruption.

"I unload in you, you unload in me, yeah?" Jack finished the question more casually now that her balls weren't threatening to burst. Just threatening to burst into somebody else.

The ferret went limp as she jammed her cock inside him. He didn't just exhale, his very spirit left his body as he flopped back into her perky tits and her dick steamrolled over his prostate. Every slow, intimate movement poked and prodded at some new part of his sensitive interior, his nuts constantly unloading as pulse after pulse of her cum flattened his prostate that bit further, wringing every drop of pleasure from his body. Were it not for the cataclysmic output he was splattering into the mysteriously huge tub, it might even have been everything he needed - something to keep the worst impulses out by curbing his libido.

Unfortunately, he was now incredibly horny for the mystery giant shark lady, even as he came buckets and she came tubs. "W-we had a deal? You know about... about it?" His tongue lolled as his cock pressed urgently into his front, giving his creamy-furred front even more cream to contend with. "I-I guess I owe you one, then?"

"Sure do," Jack failed to clarify, "I'm always fine with it." She -could- have just been a switch. Offering to ride Max as soon as she was done pounding him into the porcelain. But somehow that seemed improbable for the literal ton of casually confident shark inflating Max more by the minute. 

So he had somebody who knew and was fine with it. Was that how it had happened? Had he made a partner so perfect the only way for it to backfire was for him to have no memory of it?

Well... with his gut now touching the tub floor, there was certainly -an- other way it was backfiring. But he could be as safe as he'd ever been to make 'improvements'.

It was enough to immediately send Max's brain to the extremes. He envisioned a kaiju goddess; an immortal conquering shark-queen getting her way, constantly doting on him and filling him, taking the world as her own... okay, his dick couldn't possibly get any harder than it currently was, but it was certainly trying.

He exhaled, letting his hands droop onto his gut, feeling the warm and squishy contents. He must have fixed this for himself at some point, too, because that was a lot of seed. "S-so, then, I guess... Do you have a fantasy that you wanted to explore with me, or just a general suggestion..?"

"Pretty much what I'm doing, little dude! Just getting bigger and better every day is all you can ask for really. I'd complain about my limits but I honestly haven't found 'em. The last time I even plateaued I was still a teen. I'm supposed to ask for better than perfect?" If the monster he'd made was content, that'd actually be a first.

"Although..." there it was, "it might be hot if you called me your goddess. Begged me to breed you. Worshiped every endless inch of my muscles~ I'm not sure I've ever heard you exaggerate."

Max grimaced a little as he felt another thick spurt rolling through his body, his hands dipping into the hot and steamy lake that was oozing through the tub. With "ink" in hand, he used it to write a message and make a change.

Jack Maraja gets whatever she wants. With a surge of focus, he cemented that change into real- wait, what? The ferret's eyes opened as nothing seemed to happen. There was no welling of the power inside him, no immediate backlash as she transformed into her final form to bring about the final days and endless reign of terror...

The why of it only hit him as she leaned in and murmured to his impulses through her sharp teeth. She didn't want to skip straight to the end, she liked the friction, the growth, pushing against the limits until they were no longer limiting. She was a perfect match for that power, then - a reality warp that respected only the narrative throughline. They had already made that change, or at least some version of it in the form of that deal.

The ferret smiled a little, if only because he knew he didn't need to change reality to satisfy that request. A wish granted with no backlash whatsoever? "If you can tame that beast that's been plaguing me since it first laid claim to me, then you really must be my goddess. I can only pray and plead and hope that you'll breed me so hard that the urges are replaced only with thoughts of shark and her virility, and when those prayers are answered. You will have a dutiful servant to clean those expansive muscles after a long day's work of saving the world for and from your favourite slut."

His little tail was wagging. It was kind of cute, honestly.

Cute enough to use, certainly. 

“Alright calm down little dude, that might be pushing it, I’m not -that- crazy y’know?” Jack said, in utter defiance of the way physics was starting to stretch around her balls, her swimmers preparing to breed things that by all rights she “couldn’t”.

“I put my ferret on one third leg at a time just like everybody else,” Jack went deep. Deeper than before. Deeper than possible. Her flood was already stretching Max to bursting, but now he could feel it seize his insides. Pulling eggs from him, joining with them, growing, and repeating the process. The chaotic process that had him warp reality stayed silent, his last defense wrestled to the ground by invading shark.

Unless, of course, he’d have to worry about his kids having similar issues. If he was a mom now, that mattered.

But… reaching a hand behind him, feeling a wall of abs that could apparently take retcons as well as tank fire…

Well… they’d have a good base to work from.