Prompt of the Week - Week 48

TAGS: Hyper Logistics, Introspective Narrative, Hyper Noise (???)

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As he got up, Eddie was faced with the toughest decision of his day: which pair of head-cancelling headgear he would wear for the rest of it. ‘Twas not optional, not by a longshot, and in fact it was perhaps the single most important part of his attire aside from his compressor gear, and in part because of said compressor gear; his problem wasn’t necessarily one of size as much as it had to do with the direct consequences of it, because no matter how well his specially-crafted, high-grade distortion clothes hid his true, vast dimensions, they couldn’t really do much for the noises. It was interesting conundrum, and one that no one involved with his containment had yet figured a way around, if only because the spatial containment itself was already such a colossal achievement that the research team was perfectly fine with delaying any resolution for the cacophony until a later date; after all, it wasn’t everyday that they successfully compressed the biggest hyper on the planet down to a size where he would pass by completely unnoticed in any given crowd… apart from the noises, of course, but the outward normality was in itself an achievement on a scale as grand as Eddie himself. For the T-Rex, the main concern wasn’t even himself, as he’d had to deal with his own size and production for so long that his brain had learned how to tune it out, at least for the most part; rather than the head-splitting, eardrum-rupturing sonic chaos that it was for other people, the rumbling of his nuts was nothing if not a soothing background noise for him, something that he’d otherwise put on at low volume whenever he wanted to work or clean up his apartment. For others though, the fact that Eddie was the epicenter to an endless series of shockwaves, powerful enough to seriously destabilize whatever structure he happened to be on and seriously damage the ear canal of whoever might be nearby, the young man’s biology presented itself as a slight bit of a problem; granted, had it not been for the efforts of Rivtech’s most brilliant physicists and material engineers, they’d all have a much bigger problem on their hands, what with Eddie’s… unique condition. For he was a hyper’s hyper, the sort of person whose size was so ridiculously overblown, so far out of proportion for what might be expected, that it had effectively broken every scale that existed to measure those of extra-large sizes; he didn’t so much rest on the top percentile as he existed so far beyond it that the rest of the sample might as well not even exist, such was his outlier nature. The result of a genetic anomaly, perhaps, and certainly not a case that would ever repeat itself in a million years, but that was hardly any consolation for those who lived in constant fear of the city-smothering nuts being held back by the extremely experimental compression gear bursting out into the world; Rivtech had assured those who lived within several miles of Eddie that the equipment he had on at all times was the absolute best they could offer, and indeed, the T-Rex himself couldn’t complain about its effectiveness: waterproof, highly impact-resistant, and so comfortable that sometimes he forgot he had it on to begin with, it was also incredibly convenient to take off and put on, assuming he used the auxiliary trinkets correctly in order to maintain the distortion field in between changes of underwear. Admittedly, getting used to bathing with boxer briefs on was weird enough that he felt wrong for a while, but after the first few times, it too faded into the background of his mind where all habits inevitably got dumped into; again, the biggest problem that Eddie faced was not his size, but the simple fact that no amount of compressors could ever disguise the raw sounds produced by his hyperactive cum factories, nor the pressure waves created whenever yet another million or so swimmers were birthed into being every other second or so. It made for some daunting challenges when it came to housing him, doubly so considering he wasn’t in the mood for living in the middle of nowhere, nor abandon the city of his birth; not like he could just go outside either, but he’d always lived there, and he liked being able to look out the window and see a familiar skyline. As a result, extensive changes had to be done to his home after he was released from Rivtech’s custody, an unfortunate reality that Eddie was still endlessly bitter about; it wasn’t enough that his sudden growth spurt had forced him into the hands of a company that, at best, saw him as a marketing opportunity to be exploited for further sales, he then also had to agree to government-mandated (and conveniently Rivtech-provided) structural modifications to his very domicile, the one place where he could afford to feel safe from the world. Ultimately, he recognized that they were necessary, at least if he wanted to keep living where he had been up until then, but it was the spirit of it all, that his house would be taken from him and refurbished without him being consulted over it; an insult it was not, but still a grievous offense to his privacy and personal property… and taste, given the way things turned out. He had to constantly remind himself that the thick, heavy padding on the walls, ceiling and floor were a requirement, not an option, because if they weren’t there, not only would the neighbors be unable to function properly with all the noise, but the very house itself would be shaken into dust from the constant rumbling. Hell, even his furniture had to be nailed down, with his electronic appliances needing to be bolted to the nearest surface and then suspended in some form of anti-gravitational field of some sorts, a true breakthrough on Rivtech’s part that Eddie was just too annoyed by to really appreciate the complexity of. He more or less lived in a cross between a terrible sci-fi movie set and a prison cell, and the only thing keeping him even remotely sane anymore was the understanding that, regardless of where he lived, this would necessarily have to be the case, unless he agreed to move into a lead cube and be done with it. He was informed that solutions to his problem would be coming “soon”, but it had been six months since he last heard from Rivtech and not only had they not given him any kind of new equipment, but they hadn’t so much as deigned to answer back to his emails, leaving the T-Rex wondering if they had just dropped him like a hot potato never to pick him back up. It would be unfortunate if that was the case, seeing as he had hoped to be able to go outside again some day; with the quaking and churning being so loud that he risked rattling vehicles apart at a distance, he was expressly forbidden from stepping foot outside of his apartment unless he was accompanied by specialized technicians whose job would be to create a “zone of silence” via the use of some extremely convoluted method (that, again, Rivtech conveniently designed and paid him nothing for being the inspiration for it), and at that point, was it even worth it? He liked to go out because he liked to just meander about, occasionally finding himself in a park bench staring out at the sky, or finding a new restaurant that he earmarked only to never return to at a later date; if he was forbidden from leaving his home without his babysitters, then he might as well just stick around and mope about all day, using the internet as his one escape from the dull monotony of his daily life. At least his online friends were understanding of his plight, even if they too were entirely incapable of helping him; not a one had any degree in the relevant fields, and even if they did, it was doubtful that the company responsible for keeping track of him would let them anywhere near their prized possession. No, he was well and truly stuck there until Rivtech decided to pay attention to him again, with the only solace being the hope that maybe the tech giant was just holding out for their think tanks to come up with some solution for a problem that would hound their best test subject for the rest of his life if nothing was done about it. Not that Eddie assumed they cared that much, but surely they would at least see it as an opportunity to test out new hypotheses and potential products; he couldn’t trust them to do the right thing, but he could certainly trust them to try and pad out their bottom line.

Or at least, that’s what he kept telling himself. Without that last flicker of hope, he was condemned to a life indoors with no way of ever so much as interacting with another person without it being through text, and even that was debatable given how hard it got at times to use keyboards, what with all the rattling. Still, he held out for that last, most faintest chance that he might just be given an opportunity to return to the great outdoors, even if did mean having to expose a bit more of his true self; this was, as far as he had garnered from the little information he was able to pick up on during his time at Rivtech, the one feasible way that the techies had to contain all that noise: sacrifice some of the compression aspect and let more of the T-Rex’s junk hang out, in exchange for installing sound dampeners in the same compressor equipment. Truth be told, Eddie didn’t really mind that all too much, seeing as everyone already knew about him and how large he was; frankly, having such a strong compression factor that he looked completely normal was nothing if not an absolute waste if they could use some of that limited space to make it so he could go around without wearing high-grade headwear to prevent hearing damage… and besides, there was something inherently appealing about the notion of being just… big. He was, in all respects, positively massive, so much so that if he were ever to be fully unleashed upon the world, he truly would just completely wreck the city he lived in, smothering it underneath a sky-blotting avalanche of nutflesh that would very quickly flood everything for miles around after his sack pumped its contents through a cock that would put most skyscrapers of the world put together to shame. The absolute smallest projections still placed him at a size big enough to be seen from low orbit while still perfectly distinguishable from the ground around him, with the largest ones having him be so big that the question of who exactly orbited whom became something that physicists would have to ponder; it was only the compression gear maintaining a frankly absurd level of spatial distortion over his body that enabled him to even exist on the planet at all without causing immense gravitational distortions (or at least earthquakes on the regular)... but that didn’t mean he’d have to always be flat. If anything, Eddie quite enjoyed the idea of showing off a small fraction of his true self, probably just enough to have his nuts barely dragging along the ground with a very thick rod draped over them as a finisher; it’d fit his aesthetic about as well as a machine gun would fit a toddler’s birthday party, given how lanky and seemingly fragile he was, but that was just part of the charm as far as he cared. Were it not for the ceaseless rumbling of his titanic cum factories, anyone taking a look at him would be thoroughly unable to guess that behind the unassuming exterior lay a gargantuan beast that could very easily blast mountains to pieces with their loads, if not even more; it was thoughts like those that made Eddie wish for the day that Rivtech would get back to him, not the least of which because he couldn’t actually… act on them, for lack of a better word. Not only was masturbation out of the picture in terms of sheer logistics, seeing as he’d need to engage in some extremely convoluted compression field exchanges in order to clean up, but he was also informed, in no uncertain terms, that the moment he deliberately brought himself to climax, then everything holding him back had a fair chance of just collapsing under the strain, for not only was he a shower, he was a grower as well. It was hard to believe, even if for Eddie it felt like a perfectly natural thing, but his size, the same one that required a level of compression that had revolutionized the industry just to exist, was his smallest one, the absolute tiniest he could ever be, even if what that size might be exactly was still up for debate. The only thing Rivtech knew for certain was that any sort of stimulation, anything that might cause the T-Rex to undergo any kind of hormonal reaction to him pleasuring himself or just thinking too many sexy thoughts, stood a decent chance at completely overpowering the compressor field when Eddie’s package inevitably began growing outwards at a terrifyingly quick pace; Eddie himself was certain that when they told him this, they meant it was a warning of sorts, and had completely missed the fact that he would take it as more of an “out”, an option to be added to his repertoire of exit strategies if he ever got truly bored of his existence and decided to throw caution to the wind. It was good to know, at a deeper existential level, that he actually did have a choice in how his life was led, even if only a single one; there wasn’t a damned thing anyone could do to keep him from jacking off, seeing as they weren’t about to install a CCTV monitoring system and pay people to stare at him for the rest of his life, so if he truly wanted things to take a turn for the looser, all Eddie had to do was rub his cock and let his body do the rest of the work. It would completely destroy everything around him, not to mention set off so many alarms that he’d probably have the army called on him, plus the simple fact that it was more than likely the planet would eventually find itself wracked by tidal forces that it had no way of protecting itself against as his body outgrew everything, in perpetuity… or at least for as long as he could keep his self-exploration before finally blowing his load. To say that this wasn’t appealing, at least as an idea, would be a damnable lie, and more than once Eddie had to fight back against his more savage, animalistic urges, the ones that kept telling him that it was fine, actually, that he should deliberately ruin everything and just cut loose for a change; it was hard to admit that this side of him didn’t have a point, given what self-denial did to him on a physical and psychological level, but at least up until then, Eddie’s more rational side had won out, keeping him from doing something extremely stupid that everyone involved would regret immediately… everyone but himself, that is. It felt unfair, in a way, that after everything that happened, he was expected to sacrifice his own well-being for the sake of others, especially since it wasn’t his fault he’d grown that big to begin with; it felt unfair that while the rest of the world carried on doing whatever they always did, he had to remain locked up in that glorified cage of his, forbidden from going outside and waiting on the whims of a faceless conglomerate who might very well have left him on backburner for the foreseeable future. But most of all, it felt unfair that he was as big as he was and yet couldn’t make good use of it, that he had reached a point where his very existence was a planetary threat, and yet his everyday size was just so… mundane. So bland, so uninteresting, but above all, so damned small that it could feasibly go completely unnoticed in a crowd, and that was something that Eddie very much didn’t appreciate, nor did he like having to perpetuate. In fact, he hated it so much that when he looked down at where a colossal dick should be, he instead found one hand already stroking what he had compressed down below, slowly working the patently unremarkable cock that he had comfortably snug inside a pair of compression boxers, trying perhaps to unleash the beast within. For a moment, Eddie considered simply not stopping at all, and living with whatever the consequences may be: a city destroyed, a country alerted, a body too great to be contained by a singular planet; for a moment, he truly wanted to let loose and ignore every semblance of reason, to simply be and experience life to its fullest. For a moment, he forgot everything about his current situation, forgot about the obligations, the dangers, the promises, the legal agreements, and thought only of more, always more, ever bigger and more powerful… and for a moment, he felt truly free, before the moment passed, his hand stopped, and Eddie was once again staring at a wall, wondering when next he might be given the opportunity to enjoy that fleeting instant of sheer joy, when next his brain would align and put him in a position where he might not just see the step he had to take, but would have the courage to take it.

Maybe the next day. Maybe the day after that.

Eventually.