Nexus Effect

Ch.98

I was lounging next to the pool and enjoying an alcoholic drink a couple of days later when I yelped from my flat stomach suddenly inflating to the size of a semi-truck and I fell into the pool belly first. “W-what the fuck?!” I gasped and grunted as whatever was inside me wriggled around. “Oh~ stop! Stop! You’ll burst me~!” I screamed and whimpered as Paretia, Yola and Martra rushed out at the crashing splash and my screams of distress, ignoring that the overflowing pool water was soaking their socks and paws respectively.

“Sis! Oh gosh, what is it?!” Yola asked as she ran to my rear and pressed on my underbelly.

“I don’t know~! I was just relaxing and suddenly something just appeared inside of me!” I’m so lucky I didn’t explode! I don’t know how I’ll survive that! Unlike before, where I could just jump from machine to machine, I have a Spark rooted to this body now. I could’ve died!

“Can’t you just change size to get it out?” Martra asked and I remembered I totally could do that.

“Thanks for reminding me.” I took a deep breath and focused, carefully maneuvering myself as I grew larger so that I wouldn’t break anything with my fat giantess ass as I soon towered over the mansion and stepped over to the area where the ground was enchanted for hyper-breeding purposes. I cradled my small pot belly and squatted down, thankful that I’d already been naked as I pushed with my vaginal muscles since I wasn’t properly pregnant.

Soon I was able to pass what looked like a battered 1970s yellow Camero and I collapsed onto my back to gasp and recover. “Why was Bumblebee in my womb?!” I groaned before picking the Transformer up. “Hey wake up!” No response. I quickly cradled him to my bosom and ran my hands over him, searching for-there. I morphed the tip of my pinky into a plug and connected to his ‘gas’ port. He’s not doing so well. Extensive damage, Spark is flickering.

I summoned some of my Gray Goo and injected it into his chassis with the directive to restore/repair and then meld with him after they’d done their job. “So, what is that?” Paretia asked curiously as I continued to hold the unconscious Autobot to my breasts while my nanite slurry repaired him.

“A Transformer, like Yola and I. He’s more of a traditional sort though, mostly mechanical than biosynthetic, but the biology-mimicking CNA is still present, so he’s not just a robot.” I informed my lover as I kept him steady while I watched his repairs progress quickly. Within an hour, his damage was fixed and I was comfortable with disconnecting from him. I moved to the front of the mansion to set him in the long driveway. Even though there’s no ground-based vehicles besides for recreation anymore, roads were still important for pathfinding on land.

“So is he going to wake up?” Martra asked as she sipped her tequila or the Rannoch equivalent at least. We were all in vacation mode even if Marrow could only join us in the evenings.

“Eventually. He could be up in a few seconds or a few decades. It’s up to his Spark.” I informed them before shrinking down and patting my muscular abdomen. “I’m going to need something to settle my nerves after that, let’s go get some Argent and food.”

“That’s not going to happen to me though? Right?” Yola asked worriedly and I shrugged.

“No clue. You’re exactly like me in every way besides one or two personality differences. You might have it happen, it might never happen. Hopefully not, because that fucking hurt like a bitch.” I huffed as we entered the house and I enlarged the tips of my tendies covering my nips and groin as Paretia’s trio of rugrats chased each other and squealed. Paretia wasn’t a prude, but I didn’t like being nearly-naked around children and having a me-bikini was bad enough without it being nearly nonexistent.

“Is that ‘Bumblebee’ going to help us?” Paretia asked as she watched her children happily.

“He’s a hero in the source material I have memory of. Hopefully he will, but I’m fine if he’s done fighting and wants to do whatever.” I bent over in the fridge to dig for the chilled cans of Argent. It didn’t really change the flavor or anything, but chilled Argent was crisp and refreshing to it’s usually hot and chest-warming quality. Hm, could I infuse Co2 in it to-eep!

I stood up and pouted at Pareita who was smirking with the offending hand up in the air and a playful expression. “Sorry, couldn’t resist slapping that ass with it out and on offer the moment the kids ran downstairs.”

“If we weren’t waiting for the honeymoon orgy I’d fuck you pregnant right now.” I grumbled and blinked before I checked my front. My penis is gone...my penis is gone! Oh, wait, calm down girl. It’s the tentacle acting as your bikini bottom. You’re fine girl, it’s fine. You still have your dick. “I need a drink.” I grumbled as I cracked open the can and took a quaff while I considered if there was a way to make Argent alcoholic when it was already an aphrodisiac.

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“How is it looking?” Cocoa demanded from her underlings in the nearly pitch-black tent she was hiding with her two subordinates under.

“Not good, too many, too fast.” The black jackal diamond dog on her left hissed as rumbling stones echoed nearby.

“They’re using Relays to spread in their own dimension rapidly, demons breeding faster. New worlds with Icons of Sin being established.” The black labrador diamond dog on her right whispered as the fires of Hell roared nearby, causing the three spies to still as the Forgemaster they were using the small cave behind for this quick meeting stomped about and hammered away at whatever tool of demonic death-dealing he was creating today. “They are preparing.”

“Curse it. May need to bargain with Heaven for alliance at this rate.” Cocoa snarled to herself. They’d avoided associating with those snobby assholes in Heaven for the longest time because they’re little better than Hell. The only good thing about them was they didn’t see a point to the subjugation and slaughter of all mortals, but they would take exception to Hell claiming another foothold into Heaven, which this universe possessed. “Good work, enter Cocoa for transit.”

“Yes, Goddess of Secrets.” The two whispered and Cocoa’s two side heads opened their mouths wide and quickly engulfed the two females before gulping them down into her Navel Jewel compressed slime womb directly. She wasn’t Wiatr or Urta, she didn’t have to worry about de-aging anyone and it was a convenient way to decrease the number of bodies that could be spotted in infiltration and exfiltration that needed more than one operative.

Her subordinates safe within her, Cocoa ate the tent cover that matched the stone of the small cave they’d chosen for their meeting point and the chocolate lab slime cerberus slithered with all speed back towards the small breach they’d made into Hell for this spying operation.

Most demons didn’t bother to even notice her as she poured down the rocks and acted like disposed dirty water, which while rare, wasn’t unheard of in Hell’s dimension. Not all demons drank the red sap of the ichor trees for hydration after all. Those were for the higher castes anyway. Only the warriors got to enjoy the fresh blood of their victims.

There was one close encounter with a curious Imp of all demons, who ran his claws through her as she passed and licked her clean of him and he clearly enjoyed her flavor since he kept following for a while and licking up traces of her from his claws until she poured through the cracks in the ground and out of the breach portal back on Sebastian, the planet they were using for the breach, which was closed the moment she began reforming with guns aimed at her.

“Cocoa returns with grave news.” She huffed and let her womb swell out before opening her belly casually like a flower and her operatives stepped out of her. “Call Urta, we need a War council.”

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“My Lord, it would seem the Empire has taken the bait.” Bounty informed the Dark Lord of Hell.

“Excellent, I’m sensing a ‘but’ there, however. Did that old bitch’s favorites manage another ass-pull?”Satan Asmodeus, garbed entirely in red and his body so dark that it seemed to suck in light asked calmly.

“Apparently they have survived, now they are Transformers. However, it would seem they have lost some of their abilities. Such as Berserker’s Anti-Magic, Runner’s Eye of Tzeentch and Hunter’s Telepathy. Unsure about Pillar’s Gravity ability.” Bounty answered his question.

“Then we’ve successfully weakened them, meaning they’ll be easier to manage. How goes the efforts to cease the ascension of Nexus?”Satan Asmodeus questioned while tapping his black scythe against the stone arm of his throne in the 9th sphere of Hell.

“Poorly. Whatever means it is that those damn snakes have Established her, she’s on a steady course and we cannot see a way to prevent it, not with how powerful she’s become already.”

“Hm, I figured as much. Then again, we can pull off the same stunt the Doom Marines had done to us. They are our target of vengeance after all and we will make everyone else watch their galaxy burn.” Asmodeus declared with vindictive certainty as he looked over at the orb that held the other half of his essence. “After all, so long as my bastion remains secure, I can face them myself without risk. Now then, get on your knees. I know you only come to me yourself when you want a bone, little doggy.”

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

Brennie woke up with a snort, surrounded by her Chosen Studs as they prepared the daily ritual of pampering her the way she likes it. “Oh, good hubbies~.” She cooed as they rubbed their oiled-up hands all over her body, her pregnant belly shrunken down to a more manageable one.

“You love calling us that, don’t you~?” The stallion stud she finally remembered, Anvil, chuckled as he looked down at the ring. “Is that why you wanted us to wear these on our marital fingers? Naughty Broodmother Goddess~. Pretending to be a harem queen.” He, along with the others, presented their hefty cum orbs to her, which seemed to have grown more as they sloshed with their payloads.

“Unf, yes. My harem of sexy husbands. I’m such a naughty, filthy, brood-hungry slu-.”

“I’m afraid that’s enough fun. Today those dozens of little ones inside you should be ready to join the universe.” Hermais interrupted when he appeared on the ceiling and Brennie mewled in disappointment while her team of sexy adonises all politely bowed slightly and left.

“So soon? It’s already been two months inside this pocket dimension?” Brennie was enjoying this vacation so much. She hasn’t been allowed to slow down for centuries, let alone full-stop pampering. She was lucky to be able to pop in and play at being in Wiatr’s position for a weekend a month and those were usually full of frustration-venting sex instead of relaxing. “Are you sure you can’t make more time?”

“Yes. You’ve been gone for two ‘real-time’ days. You have work to get to now.” Hermais reminded her and she sighed wistfully as she rubbed her growing belly, wanting to enjoy it while she could if she was giving birth today.

“I wouldn’t mind three years of being big, fat and pampered.” Brennie mumbled as she leaned on her ten-foot across and swelling fecundity. Mrr~. So fucking full. If only she’d known how wonderful this was before being stuck with ‘entropic’ Aspects. At least Urta only has War to contrast with Fertility with Power being neutral.

“We don’t have the luxury of spending three real-time months in here for three years. Time here isn’t that dilated.” Hermais reminded her as he rolled Brennie onto her navel so she was perched on her growing womb and able to relax. “Well, you’re already making yourself immobile, would you like me to roll you to Vinnie since she’s due today too?”

“Oh yeah, fucking roll me…” Brennie whimpered, her tail whipping about excitedly as she pressed down on her lactating breasts.

“Here we go.” Hermais snapped his fingers and the bedroom walls and ceiling dissolved to reveal the beach resort of Dongoruas’s Paradise in the milk/cum tank in the Heart of Harmonia and Brennie moaned as she continued growing while Hermais rolled her across the sand towards the 50-foot around yellow sphere that was Vinnie.

Soon she matched her sister in size and was pressed up against her before the sand displaced slightly to make a comfy pool for her next to her sexy sibling, who was dozing away under the sun, her sexy body nude like Brennie’s for full exposure to the simulated star. “Morning sis.” Or not dozing, she just looked so at peace that she seemed asleep at first.

“Morning. You’re looking extra beautiful today.” Brennie complimented her sister, who appreciated her words and showed it by sharing a passionate kiss with her, since Hermais had so kindly rolled her against her sexy sister at an angle so they’d be nearly facing each other. “Mm~.” Brennie reached around as much of her right tit as possible to give Vinnie’s left beach ball boob a grope and she enjoyed Vinnie’s moan into her lips.

“*smooch* You too. Maybe we should steal Wiatr and Urta’s Fertility Aspects. Hm~?” Vinnie playfully suggested as she wiggled her eyebrows, making Brennie giggle and smack her thicc tail against Vinnie’s ass since that was as far as she could reach with them both perched atop bellies the size of hot-air balloons full of chaos noodles and others.

“How scandalous of us, sister! Stealing our wife's duties and abusing it for living out our fantasies of being perma-preg planets.” Vinnie playfully joked and Brennie moaned, her cunt gushing lube in ecstasy just at the thought! “Unf~! I-I know. Me too. Lunahisa is the hottest damn thing in the multiverse for being just that.”

“No, Urta is!” Brennie declared with glazed eyes before getting booped on the snoot and clarity came over her hyper-aroused mind. “Oh, c’mon. At least let me get lost in my fantasies.”

“As beyond hot as it is watching you two plot to dethrone my mom and aunt from their roles as the Goddesses of Fertility for our dimension, you need to focus on getting all these babies out of you.” Hermais chided her and Brennie huffed as she felt her body start tightening.

“Oh, fine.” Brennie groaned while panting for breath, her body spasming delightfully as all the sensations that would normally cause pain sparked her brain with pleasure instead as she prepared to birth her newborns alongside Vinnie.

“Now, once you’re done here, Cocoa has asked for the gods of war.” Hermais said while stroking the fecund sides of the two moaning and panting bitches in labor. “As for you Vinnie, things are slow in most other ways, so you’ll get to do whatever it is you want.”

“Aw, how is that f-fair to Brennie~?” Vinnie asked as she and Brennie both began gushing fluids from their birth canals, their pussies puffed up and practically throbbing in ecstasy from how their bodies took pleasure from the act of birth. The feel and sound of their amniotic fluids pouring down their underbellies just made Brennie feel even more aroused~!

“P-please! I want us to s-spend time with our little ones~!” Brennie wailed as she held her sister’s hand.

“No can do sweetie. I’m sorry. You know the draconequus come pre-prepared with already formed egos and the other little dumplings need to go to the nurseries of House Themis. You can visit them there as usual.” Hermais apologized and suddenly his massive churning delicious spunk bunkers were burying her face. “Now, just relax.”

“Mm~...*lick, suck*.” Brennie’s brain went to the baby-batter-balls and how tasty they were...

[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]

“What did you find, Cocoa?” Urta asked her lover, but couldn’t stop staring. Brennie felt so fucking pretty whenever Urta or another of her wives-or husbands-couldn’t take their eyes off of her.

“Hell is starting to mobilize. They’ve increased troop numbers.” Cocoa started off showing the two war gods the numbers on a datapad. She wore a professional black ‘business’ hardsuit, while Urta was in a more ‘fancy’ white hardsuit. Brennie, meanwhile, was practically naked by comparison with nothing but a miniskirt and a tube-top that barely covered her nipples on her giant beach-ball breasts that were seeping milk into the red fabric.

“Where is their fleet?” Brennie questioned as she looked over the report, but it was practically in her face since her massive mams were sitting on the meeting table. Her breasts were still overly gigantic since she didn’t have time to get them milked and downsized. Not to mention she couldn’t find her Nipple Studs or Pasties either, they got lost at some point. She chose to believe that Vinnie had stolen them just to cause this very situation at some point.

“The enemy fleet is by the former Hades Gamma relay location.” Cocoa stated, pointing to a vague map of that region of the Milky Way galaxy.

“How massive?” Urta questioned this time with a grim determination that reminded Brennie why she fell for the vixen besides that she was a package deal with Wiatr. Those eyes could kill a man with the intensity of them and they filled her with both dread and excitement. The dread was mostly because she realized that if Urta really wanted to force Brennie to do something, she had all the cards to convince her.

“By what could be seen; 150,000 ships. We could not gauge the exact numbers from our location.” Cocoa offered with her trio of heads all looking a mixture of angry, apologetic and focused respectfully. Cocoa wasn’t even a consideration to Brennie back in the day. She was just always there. She was the attentive mother the children needed back then, which is why Brennie warmed up to her. Of them all, she was the best parent, hands-down. That was hot.

“In that case, we may need to plead with Nora and Yola of Clan Feell to produce even more of their Planters.” Urta groaned with her face in her hands. “Fucking damn it all. There has to be another way. Those two deserve better than to be turned into nonstop war machines.”

“Bring them over, all of them. Nora, Yola, Penny and co. All of them and make sure the Trinity are here as well.” Brennie suggested and Urta was about to say something when a ‘pop’ echoed, so they turned their attention towards Cocoa to find Eris next to her.

“Won’t work. I’ve run those timelines out. In this instance, the best option is the mean one. Ugh, I hate the Renegade option.” Eris grumbled with a rub of her tired eyes.

“Really? There’s no better choice?” Urta mewled and Brennie huffed while rubbing one of her temples.

“Any of the other options end up with them dead and the future DOOMed. The Chosen Acolytes have Nora and Yola on their hitlist. They know they’re the key to saving us from Hell.” Eris stressed as she leaned against Cocoa, who patted the tired avian draconequus’s back.

Brennie shook her head and then pushed away from the planning table to stand straight, only for her tits to yank her down from not being used to them at this size and she caught herself, jolting her milky beach ball beasts which caused the milk seeping through her tube top to drip onto the floor. “Damn it.” Brennie pushed herself back upright and pouted down at her epic bosom. “Okay, I need this taken care of. Fine, but I expect my saviours to be treated with respect.”

“I’ll assign the most reverent of mine and Wiatr’s admirals. If they fuck up? Well, there are fates worse than death.” Urta declared as she licked her lips and Cocoa did too.

“No. I’m still pissed about this so no milk for you.” Brennie stated angrily as she wobbled out of the room.

“You just turn me on more when you’re angry~.” Urta mewled and groped herself, her breasts already engorged and causing the seam of her hardsuit to split down towards her crotch.

“Cocoa also find wife Brennie to be so sexy when upset, can she help if Urta wife cannot?” Cocoa offered, her own perverse nature shining as her trio of heads licked their chops and her tail wagged so hard the slime was slapping her thicc bubble butt.

“No, I need to be alone right now.” Brennie huffed as she strutted down the hall, her bare metal paws clinking cathartically on the metal floor. “This is such bullshit.”

“Oh? Cocoa smells secrets~! Cocoa wants in!” Cocoa eagerly stated as she walked alongside the Transformer with her six eyes gleaming brightly and her tail whacking her booty even faster in excitement. Right, Goddess of Secrets. She loves secrets. They’re like doggy treats for her.

“You wouldn’t like them, but if I tell you, I expect you to keep them to yourself.” Brennie demanded from the three-headed dog.

“Hmph! Wife Brennie forgot why Cocoa is Goddess of Secrets. She knows the most secrets in known societies and shares so few. Not just because she is the ultimate mistress of seeking secrets. Like, for instance, that wife Brennie has a secret harem of boy-toys to satisfy her naughty, sexy urges without imposing on the rest of us. Which Cocoa wished wasn’t so, Cocoa would love to pamper wife Brennie.” Cocoa quietly whispered with a trio of left-eyed winks.

“Okay, I’ll let you put puppies in me and pamper me, if you promise not to tell Urta and the others what I tell you?” Brennie pleaded with her and whenever she does this, it’s seriously dangerous. She tested the power of her ‘puppy-dog eyes’ only a few times to devastating effect.

“Cocoa won’t put puppies in wife Brennie, but will pamper. Cocoa does not want Brennie’s insecurities to put further wedges in love life. If Brennie just told them, they might just give Brennie all she wants, but yes. Cocoa promises on condition that eventually, wife Brennie will bear her deepest desires to wives and husbands. Which is moot. Wives Urta, Wiatr, both Cadences, Chrysalis and Honey already know on some level just being who they are.” Cocoa then made a fake gasp. “Oh no, it is as if Wife Brennie has forgotten why she married them.”

“...You’re a real bitch sometimes.” Brennie grumbled and Cocoa gently smooched her cheek.

“Only when she must be. Cocoa loves her mates too much to let them suffer. Now, lay on Cocoa. She is all ears.” Cocoa’s six ears all comically got bigger because slime shenanigans and Brennie rolled her eyes with a mixture of fondness and annoyance.