In a world of hyper Pokemon, it was only reasonable to assume that the water types were the most hyper Pokemon of them all. Many Pokemon in Statera believed that the oceans' volumes were contributed to them greatly by the thousands of water types living in it, constantly horny and releasing their orgasms into the deep blue that was stained white by constant cum dumping.

Ironically, the most hyper of all Pokemon from the ocean wasn't water typed at all. The guardian Lugia, protector of the seas, was in the running for most hyper Pokemon on the planet thanks to the immense fertility that her divinity gave her. This Lugia, named Conchita, was only a few years into its life and already had come of age. Her adoptive mother, a Weavile pirate leader going by the name of Nightshade, saw the immediate effects of her maturity when all of her assets started growing. The Lugia was a hermaphrodite, and incredibly gifted in both male and female anatomy: Though she was half the size of a normal Lugia, her balls were considered even bigger than that of an adult Lugia. Her cock was massive, extending far beyond the reach of her head. Her breasts weren't as big, but their size was nothing to laugh at. In fact, her cup size was as big as Whalmers. When she walked, or more accurately dragged herself around, her dick often wound up rubbing between her huge tits, setting off powerful orgasms.

Nightshade and Conchita were a very interesting duo. The two of them were intersex, for one, both identifying as female; Nightshade hadn't been hyper when she first adopted Conchita. The Weavile was a very infamous commander, known most famously for her legendary battlecruiser the Drachenkin, recovered and repaired from ancient flying ship graveyards from precursor ages. She encountered her adoptive daughter quite by accident when she'd been asked to steal a mysterious artifact from a sea temple, only for it to hatch in her arms as she was leaving, the baby Lugia looking to her as its mother. Never before had anybody become the adoptive mother of a Lugia, much less a pirate. Nightshade was a more pragmatic Pokemon than most, so she had a tremendous level of respect for her daughter's heritage. She rarely let Conchita participate in piracy, doing so in only in special circumstances. Conchita spent most of her days in her mother's mansion on their island base, living in the lap of luxury while her mother ran her bussiness, commanding her fearsome battlecruiserand leading her crew through the power of her mystical dark scepter which gave her astonishing capabilities. Conchita's abilities were also astonishing, as would be expected from a divine entity.

What made Conchita even more astonishing was the sheer scope of her sexual needs. Her balls were constantly roiling, frequently going through growing spurts that ranged from bigger than a house to as big as a lake. The growth spurts were usually triggered by lack of stimulation and climax, which wouldn't be such a problem for her mother to take care of if it weren't for the fact that Conchita could start growing within minutes of climaxing. In fact, this was frequently the case. Conchita had to fuck and cum nearly constantly to keep her endowments and output to a managable level, and even then her output was extreme! The medical experts amongst Nightshade's crew believed Conchita's balls could grow to fill an entire ocean within hours while simultaniously holding enough cum to literally overfill the universe. Many Pokemon who'd taken her cock firmly believed that each of her cumshots unleashed a full ocean's volume of cum. At times, her climaxes could last for hours and her output could grow so immense that entire solar systems or even sometimes galaxies could be snuffed out by the volume of it all, and this was without letting her size grow to unmanagable levels.

Conchita's breasts were no different, holding back an apocolyptic flood. They swelled with alarming speed and frequency, despite her never being pregnant. Unfortunately, her lactations were not as predictable as her climaxes were. Nobody was sure what the exact trigger was, but Nightshade believed that Conchita primarily lactated due to excitement. The Lugia, being so young, was very easily excited so somebody had to be on hand at all times to either calm her down or contain the flood.

The worst part of it all was Conchita's growing enjoyment of her tremendous fertility. The Lugia appeared to have zero interest in her immense fertility when it first became apparent, which at the time had prompted Nightshade to try and find a way to reduce her fertility. More recently, the Lugia had resisted her attempts, and more actively sought to please her endowments. Conchita was more and more often being caught either squeezing her tits, threatening to flood the planet with her milk, or thrusting into her tits and... well, threatening to flood the planet.

The fact that Conchita's fertility had grown so much astonished Nightshade, to the point where she sought out some elders who were aware of Lugia's lore and find out why she was like this. From their history lesson, she learned that Lugia's entire lineage had been growing increasingly hyper over the centuries. Their exponential growth had become especially apparent in the previous incarnation of Lugia, and the fertility Conchita was showing off now was but a fraction of what she would have as an adult! With her fertility growing as quickly as it was, the elders entertained the possibility that Conchita's endowments could grow bigger than the planet before she finished growing. They did not divulge how much she could cum if that ever became the case, but they implied the universe alone could be anihalated from her precumming. They also said that, in the past, Lugias had learned to control their fertility by repressing it until they actually needed to reproduce. No Lugia had ever been raised in such an open environment as Nightshade's home before, and certainly never by a pirate. They could only conclude that Conchita's surroundings had given her a more devious and self-centered personality, hence wanting to please herself despite the risks.

Distraught by all of this, Nightshade had done her best to control Conchita by herself. Using her magic scepter, she was able to bless many members of her pirate crew with internal hammerspaces, meaning they could take Conchita's cock or suck her nipples and their bodies would be able to effortlessly contain the resulting output without any swelling of any kind. With the odd exception where Conchita orgasmed without supervision and wasn't "corked" very quickly, or when she playfully started milking herself to either tease others or have a laugh, Conchita's fertility was never much of a mess. It was a system that worked, for the most part.

When she did make a mess, it was quite a mess! More than once, Nightshade came home from a piracy effort to find her island and the surrounding ocean absolutely plastered with cum. It was a major annoyance and often became a costly setback. What really concerned Nightshade was the fact that Conchita was continuing to grow, much like the elders warned. The Lugia was aging quickly, and the more her body grew the more her balls, breasts, and cock grew. In fact, Nightshade could swear after spending several years dealing with this problem that Conchita's endowments were growing faster than the Lugia herself. She hadn't fully believed the elders when they suggested she would outgrow the planet, but now even she had to entertain this possibility. This revelation seemed to please Conchita quite a bit, but Nightshade knew something had to be done.

The one idea she was able to come up with at first involved trying to siphon Conchita's fertility. Despite being a ruthless pirate, Nightshade cared a lot about Conchita and didn't want to make her upset by taking her fertility away. But, again, Nightshade knew something had to be done. She had started sneeking into Conchita's room while she was sleeping and siphoned the Lugia's massive fertility into herself using her scepter's magic. Up until that point, Nightshade hadn't fully grasped how truly fertile the Lugia was, but before even a full second of trying to siphon her she ended up with endowments that could release a lake of semen in one cumshot. Only then did Nightshade start to fully grasp the gravity of the situation. Never-the-less she persisted, taking more and more fertility from Conchita into herself over a period of several weeks.

The Weavile started to sympthathize with Conchita before too long, finding the immense orgasms she started dealing with both taxing to her mind and equal parts incredibly pleasing. But, knowing there were more important things to deal with, she resisted the urge to constantly satisfy her needs. In persuit of this, she started pouring Conchita's fertility into her crew as well. Many of them appreciated this gesture by their captain, seeing it as a reward rather than a desperate act by Nightshade to contain the apocolypse that was her adoptive daughter.

But, to the Weavile's shock, it was proven to be all for naught. She'd grown suspicious of Conchita after a few weeks of siphoning her fertility and never feeling it lessen in any way, shape, or form, but eventually the Lugia gave up her ruse and revealed an astonishing secret to Nightshade: attempting to drain Conchita's fertility only resulted in that same fertility coming back to her, in-so-far that it amplified her fertility even more. Her attempts to reduce Conchita's output had made it drastically worse. In fact, the Lugia playfully stole Nightshade's scepter shortly after this was discovered and absolutely POURED her fertility into the Weavile. The Weavile was left just as hyper as Conchita, needing to be treated the same as her daughter in order to contain the other apocolyptic flood that was her endowments, and the Lugia's endowments started having drastic growth spurts that made her balls no smaller than Nightshade's entire 125-thousand square-foot mansion. Conchita showed the crew soon after that she actually was able to repress her endowments, as the elders said her ancestors had, but she never repressed it enough to reduce her lust. Nightshade was able to repress this new-found fertility through the scepter's magic, but she could still feel the power of her endowments raging between her legs and from her chest, demanding to make themselves known upon the universe. It got worse and worse by the day.

At the very least, being forceably made as hyper as her daughter gave Nightshade a better perspective on what Conchita saw in abusing her fertility. Why SHOULDN'T the Lugia abuse it, after all? Unlike Nightshade, she had no major responsibilities at her young age; guarding the seas was unnecessary in this day and age, where most conflict happened on the land or in the sky. Conchita was born to an adoptive mother who very rarely allowed her to participate in piracy. Thus, the Lugia had very little to do with her time other than play around, and what better way to fill the time than to reward herself with the pleasures of the flesh?

All of these thoughts occured to Nightshade as she worked in her office one evening, working on some forms and documents for the upper management of her naval fleet. Her work was very slow, and her mind was occupied by her immense fertility. Over and over again, she stopped to rub herself as her endowments dominated her thoughts. Every now and again, she felt her restraint slip and her dick swelled bigger, poking out from under the desk. Nightshade kept pulling herself back and shrinking down, but it got harder every time. More than once, a burst of precum had escaped her, resulting in a sticky mess all over her office.

What was it like having to hold back the fertility of an adult Lugia, Nightshade wondered. The growth she was holding back was that of a legendary child. If a Lugia, an immortal creature with fertility enough to flood the omniverse, had to deal with this constant need on a daily basis, how could she even begin to hope to contain the immense fertility of her daughter? At the moment, she was having trouble holding back her own needs. The very thought of her endowments, the raging power within flowing like a storming ocean, made her throb with intense desire. She kept trying to hold back, but shrinking down was starting to become impossible. She couldn't even concentrate on her wokr anymore. Sighing, Nightshade turned to a doorway leading to a balcony - she couldn't hold it back any longer.

She dragged her chair over to the balcony and stopped holding back. As soon as she let up her resistance, her endowments burst to the ground and lifted her up into the air in one swift growth spurt, destroying her seat in the process. Her balls roared with production, feeling a chance for relief at last and holding nothing back. Her breasts swelled to a tremendous size, trapping her length between her mounds while already leaking copious amounts of Weavile milk. Every throb of her cock grinded her flesh between her mammaries, giving her increasingly large bursts of euphoria. Nightshade caught herself moaning in delight as her cock twitched wildly, sending massive spurts of precum to the ground beneath her perch.

Then, without warning, her endowments had another growth spurt which filled up the whole balcony. Her endowments groaned and rumbled, making it clear they would not be stopping any time soon. Realizing how much damage she could do, Nightshade tried to resist her growth. Now that her endowments felt freedom, she could not be contained. Pleasure wracked her mind as her endowments burst bigger, breaking the railing off the balcony. Her endowments were all leaking heavily, forming a river of precum and milk which washed over her house and through her pirate town. She grew even bigger, bursting through the walls of her house. Then a third time she grew bigger, so much so that the mansion was flattened.

Nightshade found her attempts at resisting her growth futile at best, growth-enhancing at worse. The more she resisted, the harder she felt it was to hold back. At the same time, however, she also was losing the will to hold it back. The bombardment of pleasure her endowments were creating for her was amazing, something she wanted to feel more of. But at the cost of crushing her entire pirate island? She didn't want to do that. At least, she tried to want not to do that. Her mental resistance was breaking down as fast as her physical resistance. As her resistance waned, her endowments kept growing bigger. Her gigantic growth spurts became a more constant, rapid growth as time passed. She quickly flattened her pirate town as pleasure grew within her, pushing her to go to even greater extremes for her self-indulgence. Nightshade relaxed atop her balls as endowmnets rumbled and throbbed with every beat of her heart, balls roiling with seed and dick blasting precum into the sky, raining down her essence upon the entire island.

As immense pleasure wracked her mind and her self-control was lost, something occured to Nightshade. She'd quickly lost control of herself the second she let herself go. Her resistance had proven inadequate and, as soon as she gave her body the chance, it grew to sizes she didn't even realize were possible. Yet, at the same time, she knew this was entirely possible because she'd been trying to prevent this from happening to her daughter all the time. Nightshade realized that, by trying to keep her needs repressed, she'd amplified themd to the point where they were impossible to control. Ironically, by trying to control herself instead of indulging in her fertility, Nightshade had forced herself into a situation where she was forced into a destructive level of growth. Maybe trying to hold back her growth wasn't the way to keep it under control. In fact, maybe indulging Conchita's growth was the only real way to control it.

Then, she felt something rubbing against her growing form. Something soft but huge. Nightshade knew exactly who it was. She turned and smiled as her daughter climbed up to her. Conchita grinned and sat next to her mother's body, rubbing her growing breasts and comforting her mother ad she lost control. Nightshade shared her revelation about her daughter's fertility and apologized for trying to control her daughter's fertility by siphoning it. She realized now that indulgence was the only way to keep herself under control.

Conchita was quite pleased by her mother's revelation, so much so that she decided to do something for her. She held up something for Nightshade to see. It took the Weavile a moment to realize it was her scepter. The Lugia gave her a devious grin before beginning to climb up Nightshade's clevage. The Lugia thrusted her length in-between her mother's tits and started humping wildly, meanwhile pressing the head of the scepter into Nightshade's chest and pouring more of her divine fertility into her.

Nightshade moaned as growth overwhelmed her, endowments swelling across the sea while leaking heavier. She could feel her daughter thrusting madly into her, blasting out precum with such force that it would destroy cities and level mountains. Her own cock was much the same way, shooting bigger and bigger bursts of precum with more destructive force. Nightshade hadn't fully understood just how much pleasure there was to be had in being so big and fertile, but she was so amazed by the feeling of it all! The constantly growing euphoria, the feeling of invincibility as she grew so much bigger, the simple fun of knowing she carried apocolyptic flech on her chest and between her legs; she couldn't imagine anything more intensely exciting.

That is, not until orgasm wracked Nightshade's body. Cum blasted from her cock with strength and volume greater than a dam bursting and milk flowed from her breasts in oceanic floods, treating the world to an apocolyptic rush of Weavile cum and milk. Immense climax slammed her with so much euphoria that her mind was trapped in a haze of euphoria for quite some time. All the while, Conchita kept thrusting and growing her mother. What she gave her adoptive parent was nothing compared to what she had and what she would regain tenfold soon enough. In fact, that enhanced growth was what drove her to make her mother grow. In truth, her fantasies had been running wild the more she grew. Conchita was so very excited by her growing fertility that she couldn't wait to see the full extent of it. Knowing she could make her fertility grow bigger so much faster, how could she not take advantage of it? She could carry endowments that would dominate the universe. She simply had to have those!

Then Conchita felt orgasm hit her as well. She moaned loudly as her cock blasted cum in between her mother's mammaries, flowing between the mounds down into the ocean while her breasts also unleashed their massive loads. Nightshade's endowments had already caused an immense flood but the added contribution of Conchita only ensured that the entire world would be turned white by the two of them. The white waters rose higher and higher around them as they came more and more, unleashing their loads for days on end. 

In the end, the oceans rose for leagues higher than the planet itself, much of it escaping into space. Nightshade woke from her blissful sleep to see what she and her daughter had done; it was shocking, but she couldn't help but feel an odd sense of pride at what she'd done. Her daughter was still atop her mounds, endowments as gigantic as before. To her surprise, the Lugia soon woke up and flew down to be beside her mother, apparently more than capable of carrying her own weight.

The Lugia nuzzled up to her Nightshade and smiled, expressing how much she'd enjoyed humping her mother's breasts. Nightshade admitted to having enjoyed it as well, and assured her she wouldn't be so strict in holding back their growth in the future. In fact, knowing that Conchita grew as her fertility was siphoned, she asked the Lugia how much bigger she was now.

That promped a devious smile from the Lugia, something Nightshade couldn't help but understand the meaning behind. She started to lay herself against her massive tits and spread her legs apart. Conchita flew herself far enough behind her mother that her tip was aimed right at her womb, then she flew forward and shoved herself right in. Nightshade moaned loudly as her womb was stretched wide by her daughter's cock. Conchita shoved herself all the way to the hilt, at which point she was laying atop her mother. Grinning, she started thrusting and unleashing her full growth. Nightshade felt her womb stretch rapidly as the Lugia grew within her. Her distended belly became more and more so as Conchita grew; she quickly outgrew the planet, thrusting all the while. Her breasts grew to the moon and obliterated it against her growing form. It didn't take long before her cock reached all the way to the sun, at which point her growth started to slow.

She kept thrusting even as her growth came to a halt, her maximum size achieved. The Lugia moaned loudly, feeling the tight walls of her mother clenching against her. Her balls rumbled and roiled, generating a massive load and making the Lugia's balls taut. Conchita roared loudly as climax hit her again, mere minutes after her first, and her cum started filling her mother's womb. Nightshade moaned alongside her daughter, womb bloating with millions of gallons of divine seed. Her belly quickly swelled bigger than all of their endowments combined, Conchita's balls unleashing their full power on Nightshade.

Her womb filled bigger and bigger, stretching far across the solar system. Orgasm finally died down and the Lugia relaxed, nuzzling her mother. Nightshade expressed her pride at the sheer volume of cum her daughter had managed to pump into her womb. The Lugia laughed, telling her that she was just getting started. She started thrusting again, letting her balls roil up with a fresh batch of seed to blast into her mother. This went on for hours, then for days. The two of them enjoyed each other's company for god-knows how long. Nightshade's womb kept filling with every orgasm her daughter pumped out, their libido proving endless. There was really no need to stop; with fertility like theirs, they never needed to stop.

Nightshade was Conchita's adoptive mother, and she was proud to have such a fertile, gigantic daughter.