From The Bottom - Part 1 (Commission for Kalendil)

TAGS: WORLD OF HYPER, Growth/Expansion, Size Envy, Hyper Cum

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Looking back at how things had progressed, Kal often found himself torn between a deep, almost irresistible desire to fall into unending nostalgia, and an unending, burning, envious anger at the injustices that the world had wrought upon him. He remembered the good old days, where he had been the only person on the planet to be blessed with the gene, the only one to have grown to such immense sizes that an entirely new “illness” was named after him. He remembered the struggle to have it recognized not as something inherently bad, but as the next step in evolution, even if that made very little scientific sense; he recalled with fondness when others around him began to grow in excess to what they should as well, how he had become known as the one who heralded a brand new age of medical knowledge, an upturning of the social order as more and more individuals came to be known as “hypers”, those with the correct genetic sequence that their bodies burgeoned outwards far in excess to what would be expected for their species and age. For years this notion had been the exclusive purview of more extreme fetish art, but with Kal at the forefront and thousands, eventually millions following right behind him, it was clear past a certain point that hypers weren’t destined to remain a minority for long; in the short span of ten or so years, they went from a handful of isolated cases to composing the vast majority of the population… and that’s when the problems started. For Kal, things had been pretty great, what with him being hailed as the “world’s first hyper”, with all of the accolades, perks and guest star appearances that entailed; it was a life of frankly unparalleled luxury that he lived, one where he was underneath a spotlight for every hour of every day, and though others might find such a state of affairs to be exhausting, the tiger lived and breathed that sort of attention. To him, nothing else could be better, hence why he occasionally ran himself ragged going from place to place in order to promote whatever personal project he’d been working on at the time; for years he maintained this frenzied rhythm, to the point where it was all he knew, to the point where, when it finally began to wane, he immediately picked up on it. ‘Twas almost imperceptible at first, but as news began to trickle in of other “plus-sized” hypers, Kal knew that he had competition; what he didn’t know was that said competition would be short-lived, not because he would blow them out of the water, but because it seemed as if the hyper gene worked in a reverse order: those who came into size later, after Kal himself did, eventually grew bigger than him, and seeing as he had been the first confirmed case of this new condition… suffice it to say, as soon as this particular truth became known to him, the tiger’s life, at least as he knew it, was over. No longer was he big enough to serve as the representative of anything, no longer did he have the standing to go on stage and earnestly suggest that he could speak for anyone but himself; he had been relegated to a footnote in the history books, a “patient zero” of sorts towards whom people would nod on the streets, maybe even pay some lip service to, but nothing more. When his very own neighbors were bigger than he was, sometimes by several orders of magnitude, what ground did Kal have to stand on to suggest that he might be even remotely relevant? He would forever be known as the first hyper, sure, but that hardly mattered when, in this brand new world, he had once again been relegated to the bottom rung of society… at least in terms of size. Above all else, this was what caused him to descend into a year-long depressive episode after first realizing how hopeless it all was, to know that after a decade of unmatched dominance, he would slowly be dethroned by quite literally everyone else on the planet, including the very people who once interviewed him over his important status as the vanguard for a new world order. For someone who had come from nothing and been given the chance of a lifetime, to so abruptly be thrown back into the pits of obscurity felt like a mean-spirited practical joke, played by the universe itself at his expense. The scale of it was impressively malicious as well, given that he himself was no slouch in terms of what his body could do: if his impressive height, standing at a proud nine feet, was not enough to impress, then surely a package big enough to have his nuts hang close to the floor and a cock big the length of his torso would; even if not, then mayhaps the simple fact that he could fill up entire bathtubs with his precum alone, and needed special drains installed in his house just to keep him from flooding it on a daily basis. What a shame that none of this mattered, that these “special” drains were no longer anything special at all, as they’d become government-mandated in all households with hypers residing within them (which were, at that point, effectively every house in the country); what a shame that even his prodigious productivity was seen as frankly middling, even mediocre, when judging by the standards the rest of society operated on. The biggest of hypers could drown out entire cities if they were left to cum their brains out without adequate preparations, requiring vast amounts of funds to be diverted to their containment; what hope did Kal have of ever competing with those behemoths, them whose bodies were visible for miles around? It all felt terribly unfair, especially to him, and though he was no stranger to using these feelings to boost him back up in order to accomplish his goals and build himself back up, the tiger had to admit that he didn’t have a single clue on how to fix his current problem. It had been fifteen years since he was first diagnosed, and since then, the world had flown by him, leaving him alone, in his home, sitting on ten years’ worth of being a major celebrity; in all honesty, it wasn’t that bad of a life, assuming of course that he focused entirely on his material possessions. He had a decent penthouse in one of the better parts of the city and enough money to last him for the rest of his life, even accounting for the occasional flight of fancy and some frankly decadent lifestyle choices; were he a simpler man, he would’ve been happy to rest on his laurels and simply fade into the backdrop while others took center stage, enjoying the finer things in life from the comfort of his own home… but he was not a simple man. In fact, Kal liked to think of himself as quite needlessly complicated, a tiger obsessed with doing things not necessarily in the right way, but in whatever matter would be most pointlessly complex, if only so he could satisfy both his curiosity and his innate desire to prove to himself that he could always do better. Or, perhaps, he was just a sore loser and this was his way of justifying it, or maybe he had grown so accustomed to the constant adoration that he’d been in a years-long withdrawal; any of these options were reasonably likely, but they all ultimately ended up at the same place: he had to be the biggest one again. Not just big, not just big enough that it would be a hassle, but so massive, so unfathomably huge that even those titans which had been blessed last but most strongly by the gene would look puny next to him; he would once again be at the forefront of a new awakening, one where hypers of all stripes would look at him and realize that they, too, were absolutely tiny and should grow bigger to compensate… thus kickstarting a cycle where he, Kal, would always be growing, always be getting bigger and more powerful, and always be armed with plenty of excuses to continuously push his boundaries. Or, at least, that’s what the plan was; how exactly he was supposed to accomplish any of this was still up in the air, or if it was even feasible to begin with. As far as the tiger knew, there was no real way of tampering with the hyper gene (not according to the latest genetic research, at least), and even his initial awakening had come entirely unexpectedly and without him doing anything special to trigger it; one day he was perfectly normal, the next he woke up with a dick twice its original size and nuts big enough that it took him an hour to empty them fully. No amount of anything seemed to have any verifiable effect: though he had grown big, bulky and stout, exercise did what it always had; though he had grown virile to a frankly absurd degree, any supplements he took ranged from ineffective to so pathetically inefficient that they might as well be the former. For all intents and purposes, Kal’s body was telling him that he had no control over the proceedings, and that he should sit down, accept his fate, and deal with the fact that he would never be as big compared to others as he used to be. This, of course, only made him want to break the cycle even harder, because if there was one thing that made the tiger want to rage against the heavens, it was the heavens telling him he wasn’t allowed to do something; if fate had ordained it for him to stay at that size for the rest of his life, well then fate would simply have to be proven wrong! He had no plan of action, none of the knowledge needed to make one, nor the contacts in the right industries to make inquiries as to what could be done; all he had in his possession were his own size woes, an inability to admit defeat, and a burning need to rise above all others and make his mark upon the world… and really, that’s all he’d ever had. From a lowly fry cook to a world-travelling celebrity, he had proven at the very least that he knew how to work a crowd and bend it to his every word, and the only reason he’d ever lost his status was because others had literally grown too big for him to share the stage with them. He had, nonetheless, forged a small empire from nothing, and if there was anything he could rely on, it was his bullheaded, idiotic, singleminded determination, the willpower to do something he very well knew was impossible purely because he was informed that it was impossible. Now, the main issue at hand was that, inner fire or no, it was actually quite important for him to know where to start; it was one thing for him to want something, quite another for Kal to take a step in the right direction in order to obtain it. Lacking any insider knowledge on the relevant scientific fields, the only resources and contacts the tiger could mobilize were those related to showbusiness, his little black book of sycophants and various hangers-on that he had kept in his possession just in case he ever needed to cash in favours. After the hyper awakening began to take its toll on the world, Kal assumed that he’d never have any reason to call upon those people ever again… but with his mind now set on making himself the biggest around yet again, there were no avenues that he wasn’t willing to pursue, if for no other reason than to exhaust every option he had available.

As he waited, however, there was always the simple solution of just not relieving himself. With his body used to having its cum stores duly pumped out several times a day, lest something bad happen with the tiger overstuffing himself, it was trivially easy for him to deliberately bring that “something bad” to happen by, quite simply, just not jacking off; admittedly, it was significantly easier said than done, seeing as he’d still need to deal with the pressure, but it was a method he knew had some promise… or at least assumed it did. There were plenty of stories of hypers across the world who found themselves larger than they already were after they were kept from emptying out for longer than normal, though whether or not this was a result of their self-denial or just part of their regular growth cycle was never proven scientifically; as would be expected, no one really wanted to give credence to the idea that one could become bigger by inaction, lest the entire world suffer the consequences, and as such these tales were both derisively mocked, at worst, and at best refuted by established authorities. As far as anyone knew, and as far as the scientific establishment cared to tell anyone, one’s size was linked purely to one’s genetic code, as far as the hyper sequence. Kal, of course, seriously doubted this claim, if for no other reason than it being false meant that he could live out his dreams, and thus he set out to not empty himself for at least a full day, while he busied himself phoning up whatever contacts he had left in order to mobilize his network; the consequences for this would be severe, though unbeknownst to Kal himself, they would not be made apparent to him until after he had given up pursuing that avenue. For his body was not the body he used to have a decade and a half prior, and if there was anything that the hyper gene had done for him, it was heighten his productivity to such an absurd degree that if he didn’t actively fill up entire bathtubs’ worth of volume with his spunk, the slight discomfort he felt whenever he wasn’t being actively drained would progress to pain very quickly, enough that he would have trouble thinking straight after just an hour or so. There was a good reason why he kept drains in every single room of his penthouse when he technically only needed one in his bathroom; no point having to get up and waste time staring at a wall when he could be watching television or working in his study, after all. These wall-mounted ports, however, would soon become more than just a means of release; they were symbols of his folly, signifiers of what sort of insanity he had attempted, because the poor tiger didn’t last for more than three hours before he was left unable to even walk straight. Things had progressed normally enough for the first thirty or so minutes, or at least as normally as they could go; after Kal decided not to empty out, it wasn’t as if his body then turned around and produced more just to spite him, leaving him with a firm grasp of the sort of timeline he could expect. Yet, the longer he spent without shoving his dick into one of those pumps and letting his nuts empty themselves into the piping, the harder he found it to focus on anything other than doing just that; force of habit was already powerful on its own, but when he reached the point where he had to remove his trousers in order to make room for a swelling pair of nuts, that’s when Kal realized that he might be biting off more than he could chew. Nevertheless, he insisted on denying himself, even when his body began to burn up and sweat poured down his brow in quantities so copious that he might as well be giving himself a bath; with his cock turgid from the sensations firing up into his brain from the two overtaxed cumtanks he had spilling over the side of the couch, not touching himself had become the hardest thing in the room, fittingly enough. All the tiger could do was look straight ahead at his shaft, watch as it throbbed and pulsated with each heartbeat, more and more blood diverted to leave it increasingly larger with each second the passed without him stimulating himself; this was, perhaps, the greatest of cosmic jokes played on him, that hypers were fully capable of growing… temporarily, as their arousal spiked higher and higher. He would keep swelling until such a point as the pleasure became too much for him to resist, and what this meant in practice was a cock that took up an increasing amount of room in front of him, and two balls that swelled in every direction until he could feel the ground underneath them despite being firmly seated on his sofa. Even so much as thinking about calling anyone became an impossibility; if he couldn’t get up from his seat, how could he be expected to maintain a decent conversation over such serious a topic as his size woes? No, the number of options available to Kal had been reduced to just one: sitting there and waiting for the inevitable explosion, because if there was one thing certain in his mind, it was the knowledge that, like it or not, he was going to cum his brains out. Even if he succeeded in keeping his hands off his dick, which was itself becoming increasingly unlikely as time went on, there wouldn’t be anything stopping his body from quite simply overloading on raw pleasure alone; judging by what he was feeling at that time, the tiger figured he’d have a couple of hours at best before his brain gave up and unleashed the full might of his body’s productive capabilities upon his unsuspecting living room, a mental image that only served to aggravate the already lust-addled state that Kal found himself in. The very atmosphere of the space around him seemed to heat up, filled with musk and other such scents that the big cat was reasonably certain were being emitted by his own body, all while his ears were blessed by the gurgling and groaning of two very hyperactive cum factories, not to mention the soft, leather-like creaking that heralded every inch that his nuts and cock gained… and there were a lot of those to be had with every moment that passed without Kal submitting to his urges. In a way, it was genuinely impressive that he managed to make it all the way to the three-hour mark before finally snapping, and even then he wasn’t actually experiencing climax; with his cock having grown enough that it was taller than he was and about as thick as his torso, a pair of nuts so large that he had to keep his legs atop them so as to not break his pelvis, two cumtanks so enormous that they were collectively about as big as a large family van, it was nothing short of miraculous that the tiger could even think at all. This made it surprisingly difficult to control himself, as the last thing he actually needed was to become consciously aware of just how enormous he’d become; while under the effects of the hormonal storm he’d unleashed upon himself, Kal could at least rely on a thick curtain of carnal bliss to keep him going, but when things reached such a point that his brain rebooted and he was suddenly beset by the sight of his own girth… well, he was doing all of this purely so he could grow bigger, so to catch a glimpse of what he wanted for himself was a little bit too much for him to handle. He knew, in the instant before it happened, that the dam had broken and the floodgates had been opened, and for a fleeting moment, the tiger knew peace; in the next, the ceiling above his head had a brand new hole in it after the first spurt of cum blasted from his tip, with half of the building being made privy to the noises coming from his sack after it was finally allowed to clench in order to get rid of what were probably, at that point, thousands of gallons of cum. With his eyes rolling upwards into his skull before his eyelids fluttered close, however, Kal was happy to let everything go, to fall into a state of semi-consciousness as his body handled all the hard work, leaving him to do naught but experience the sheer pleasure of it all, truly a privileged position to be in. He might’ve been stuck there for an hour, or three, or perhaps a full day; as far as Kal knew, he could very well have gone under for a whole week, given how disoriented he found himself on regaining consciousnes. It felt like one of those vanishingly rare occasions where he had a bit too much to drink without eating enough beforehand, his sense of direction so compromised that, for a few precious seconds, he lost track of the very concepts of “up” and “down”, among others; it took a solid thud to the side of the head for him to reboot properly, and even then his eyesight remained unfocused for long enough that he began to notice there was an overabundance of white smudges in his field of view. Still groggy from whatever had happened, Kal wasn’t yet in possession of the correct sequence of memories needed to reveal to him just what he’d done, which was why, when he finally opened his eyes properly and had his retinas start functioning the way they should, his first reaction was to let out a loud yelp, and then immediately topple over as he scrambled to get over the couch, away from what his brain perceived as being a threat. ‘Twas only after he got back up, his back aching and also coincidentally smeared in his own juices, that Kal truly took in just what he had done to his living room: a fresh new coat of paint, one that was a few inches thick, solid white, and seemed to be melting off of whatever surfaces it was slapped onto… which was to say, every single one. He knew, in that part of his mind that remembered such trivial things, that he had a television, a gaming system, an unnecessarily large sound system and a handful of seats arranged in perfect semi-circular positioning, and yet, for some reason, the only thing he could see was an ocean of off-white cream covering everything in the living room. The true nature of this substance was not unknown to him, though there were still a dozen or so protective layers keeping him from truly recognizing what it was, a final line of defense set up by his primal lizard brain in a last-ditch effort at preserving whatever sanity the tiger had left, for surely, the moment they realized they’d coated their penthouse living room in cum, they would lose their minds completely. The reality of it was, fortunately, far more mundane; the moment those walls were broken down and Kal slowly came to terms with what he’d done to his living space, he didn’t shout, or yelp, or scream or bellow or anything at all. Instead, he sighed, bringing one hand to his temple to avoid accidentally rubbing cum all over his eyes… and in the process smearing it over his forehead instead. At least his growth-by-arousal still worked, that was a plus; if nothing else, then at least he could make good use of that if he ever felt the need to live out his fantasies, though that’d always be a very distant second to the real deal; which reminded him, wasn’t he supposed to have been contacting someone over that?