Modern Problems, Modern Solutions (Commission for Hiful)

TAGS: Growth/Expansion, Hyper, Hyper Everything, Livestream Growth, Macro

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Getting themselves into shot was always the more complicated part of starting those streams, closely followed by all the prep work that went into making sure there was nothing for several yards around them that could potentially stand in the way should they accidentally undergo a growth spurt of some sort. It had happened enough times beforehand that Hiful had learned to expect the worst; the bun hadn’t always been the absolute colossus that they were then, in… so many more ways than one. They recalled a point in time where they could actually use doors that were designed for more regular-sized hypers, even if with some difficulty, a time where they could actually see in front of themselves, rather than having to constantly swerve their head from side to side in order to avoid having their vision blocked by a dick that was constantly at full mast. Then again, it’d been good for business, seeing as everyone wanted a slice of the growth pie they’d baked for themselves; even if Hiful made sure to remind everyone at the start of each workout stream that their regimen was not designed to make people grow and most likely would not have any effect on the vast majority of those listening, that still didn’t stop people from spreading word of the bun’s bi-weekly broadcasts, with the number of concurrent viewers on their channel steadily rising until they regularly hit the five digits, inching close to six over the past couple of months. Hiful couldn’t honestly complain about it; the bigger they got, the more of an audience they had, which in turn motivated the bun to try even harder, thus leading to even more growth and a cycle that wouldn’t ever be broken. The results were, after all, there for everyone to see: twelve feet tall, carrying a pair of tits that somehow managed to have more backboob on either side of them than they themselves were broad at the shoulder (one hell of an achievement, that) while still jutting out a few yards in front of them, an ass so wide that it served as the bun’s personal couch, a pair of hyperactive cum factories of similar size, and finally, the pièce de résistance, a cock about as thick as their torso, longer than they were tall, and perpetually pouring with precum more powerful than the biggest of breeders’ proper seed. All in all, a dream body for anyone that dreamed of a hyper aesthetic, and one that most of their viewers were more than happy to throw ridiculous quantities of money at the bun in the hopes that they would reveal their secrets; after all, they were still clearly growing, as the older subscribers could attest to them having been significantly smaller back when they first started, so clearly there had to be something there, no matter how many times Hiful stated something to the contrary. The giant bun eventually learned to just let it go and accept that others wouldn’t listen to them, focusing instead on getting their workout done and trying to be as entertaining as possible, which to be fair, wasn’t exactly difficult with a body like theirs; honestly, at times it felt as if all they had to do was stand there and look big for everyone watching to collectively cream themselves, a suspicion that wasn’t that far off from reality. That night, however, they were looking to do something different, something special: they were going to organize a growth drive!

Obviously, Hiful had no real control over when or how their body decided to grow, but they did have some degree of authority over the way that it did so; as long as they weren’t sleeping, it was relatively easy to get their form to expand in a specific way, to bloat up a part of themselves rather than another, and so the bun decided that, for once, they would try and weaponize that. Thus, the entire point of the drive was to set a size goal for their body, one that they’d try to reach over the course of the next few streams, as a sort of interactive lifestyle sort of thing: their viewers contributed funds, and they would grow in whatever specific way they wanted, even if that meant that they’d inevitably be turned into nothing but ass or tit. Still, it was a good idea… or at least that’s what they assumed, given the sort of enthusiasm that their viewers clearly had on display once it was announced; little did Hiful know that no amount of prep work could’ve prepared them for what happened the moment they hit the Start Stream button and raised their hand to give their typical greeting, because they didn’t even have time to move before the first growth spurt took place. It threw them for a loop, catching the bun entirely off-guard and washing away the speech they had ready to kickstart the whole thing, with Hiful immediately focusing on trying to keep their sudden expansion as proportional as possible, lest they end up breaking through some part of their house because one of their assets decided to outgrow all the others combined. Nevertheless, Hiful was certain that things could be brought back under control… at least until the growth didn’t peter out and stop within a minute or so after starting, like it usually did. Only then did the bun allow themselves to feel the slightest twinge of panic, even if they worked overtime to keep it contained immediately afterwards; this was fine, they thought to themselves, sometimes the growth bursts just… last a little while longer. Granted, they didn’t normally go for two full minutes, and they’d never ran for a whole three, let alone the five that they suddenly found themselves in as if it’d only been two seconds, at which point whatever pretense the bun might’ve had that things were under control evaporated into the wind like the thin fiction that it was, leaving only a very worried, increasingly massive bun who suddenly realized they were no longer in control of their own body.

Meanwhile, their viewers could not have been happier, convinced as they were that this was all part of the plan and that the growth drive had already begun. A few even went so far as to openly hypothesize in chat that Hiful had somehow managed to link their donation link to their body, and what they were seeing were the intended results being manifested in real time; this wasn’t that far off from the truth, but neither Hiful themselves nor their subscribers would ever know what it was that was causing the growth to begin with… and neither would they care even if they did, because the bun’s panic very rapidly gave way to a certain degree of enjoyment, at least after the constant barrage of pleasure flares shooting up their spine managed to overwhelm their voice of reason; no point concerning themselves with the well-being of the apartment, they could easily afford a new place with the sort of viewership they had! Best just focus on what was happening on the now, to appreciate the present and just let it happen, to love the growth and embrace how it seemed to be neverending; perhaps, if they were lucky, it wouldn’t end, leaving the bun to burgeon outwards and become more enormous than anything that ever existed, a thought that Hiful would like to think hadn’t crossed their mind on a near-daily basis. Now that they were given an opening though… well, it was hard to resist the prospect, honestly, especially considering how their body really didn’t seem like it was stopping. The bun knew that they should be worried, knew that they should want it to stop, but as soon as their head banged against the ceiling and the donation ticker sound started to loop in on itself from the amount of money being thrown at their stream, whatever resistance to the idea might have been there very quickly washed away in the sea of endorphins that their brain had been flooded by. In that moment, all Hiful wanted was another hit of the happy juice, and if that meant they had to grow bigger, then they would grow bigger; no more wanting to corral the extra size to a specific body part, no more wishing for it not to go too far, they wanted more, even as their home began to crumble around them and the very structure it was built into started to quake, as each pressure wave from Hiful’s size surges crashed into it from within. The floor was starting to give way, the ceiling had a thousand little specks of dust falling from it, and yet the one thing in the bun’s mind was how much more empty space there was outside, how much room they had if they just… went a little bit further. If they just broke through the walls, the building itself and all of its surroundings, all while keeping the cameras on them of course, however that was supposed to go.

It was so easy though, almost too easy if they’d stopped to think about it for five seconds. Perhaps their body had always been meant to balloon outwards like that, and everything up to that moment was nothing but a prelude, preparing them for what was to come, setting the stage where they’d eventually walked up onto and present themselves to the whole world. After all, Hiful’s form was significantly more well-endowed than anyone else they’d ever met, and even most hypers around the world tended to stick to one or two aspects of their body being egregiously oversized, rather than literally everything. But not them, certainly not the bun; they were massive all over, impossibly huge and imposing, capable of smothering anything and anyone if just given the time to grow big enough, and as long as the spurt kept going, they had all the time in the world. Words bubbled in their mind, yearning to be brought into the outside; they had to say something, had to explain just how good everything felt, if for no other reason than to release some of the ridiculous amounts of mental pressure they were feeling… but each time they attempted to put together a sentence, all Hiful succeeded at was moaning, grunting, or making otherwise undignified noises that only remotely hinted at the maelstrom roiling inside their head. So why not go simpler? Why strain their mind when they could get the message out to their fans with just a single word?

“Bigger…” they ended up mumbling, the bun’s body big enough by that point that even them uttering these five letters under their breath was perfectly audible over the cacophony of sloshing, churning and building crumbling, “Bigger!”

It was at once a command and a request, a desire and a necessity; Hiful was demanding more size out of the universe just as much as they were begging for it, even when they knew full well that, at the rate things were going, they were going to get all the mass they could ever want and more. With the apartment block collapsing all around them, there was a tiny part of the budding giant who wondered whether or not they should be worried about the stream, but even that side of themselves eventually had to admit that spending any time thinking about that was pointless; not only were they too big to interact with their rig, but surely the rest of the world would be better off being able to actually see them in person rather than on the other side of a screen. It served as a convenient excuse for them to want to grow even more, if such a thing was even needed, and before long the bun’s shouts and groans were audible not just to their neighbors, but to everyone else on the street as well; when the whole building exploded in every direction, when Hiful emerged from their cocoon like the world’s bustiest, most fat-balled butterfly, there was but one word left upon their lips:

“More!” they shouted, more to themselves and their own body than anyone else, “More! Don’t stop, don’t stop, never stop! Bigger, bigger, bigger!”

There was no negotiating with the bun anymore, not in the state that they were in; whatever phantom force had taken over their body had better give Hiful as much mass as possible, or else they’d just have it ripped from their hands by the bun’s extreme, unsatisfiable hunger for ever-bigger sizes. Not that the giant would have to worry too much about it, of course; their body had shown no signs of even slowing down, and even seemed to be expanding at a continuously faster rate whenever they bothered to pay attention! First it was their home, then the building it was in, and before they knew it, Hiful was knocking down other apartment blocks without even realizing it, be it by slamming their cock into and through them, knocking them over with a single tit whenever they swayed their torso from one side to another, or just outright flattening entire city blocks the longer they were allowed to carry on with their growth rampage. And yet, it still was…”

“Not enough… n-not enough!” Hiful proclaimed, staring upwards at the sky as if addressing some unseen deity, “I want more, I n-need more!” - their words were punctuated by their own body obeying the demands, not that the bun could really pay attention anymore; every syllable came accompanied by a few dozen cup sizes, or maybe several extra feet of cock, or perhaps so much more bulk that they steadily became denser than most planets… but it still wasn’t enough - “I need to b-be bigger… b-bigger, more! More!”

Once again Hiful commanded the universe to provide, and once again the universe replied in kind, injecting yet more mass into the nascent god. All that Hiful felt in those next few seconds was the ambient temperature around them plummeting, as their head and most of their body began to surge upwards towards the upper levels of the atmosphere; whole cloud layers went by, turned to wispy remnants by the sudden emergence of countless tons of muscle mass and pudgy fat, wind currents disrupted by a solid body that hadn’t been there just moments prior. The ground itself quaked underneath the strain of holding up someone like Hiful, with each of their stumbling steps creating shockwaves that would be felt far wider than even they could be seen… quite a feat, considering they had just turned themselves into a fixture of the horizon for dozens of miles around. A good start, but still not enough; the bun’s mental image of themselves had already been firmly set around the planetary level, and they weren’t about to give up before they got there… and perhaps a bit more, just for good measure.

“G-God, don’t… d-don’t stop…” came the mumblings again, so strong even when just whispered that gale-force winds came rolling out of Hiful’s mouth, “p-please don’t ever stop!”

It wouldn’t. Not then, not an hour from then, not ever, that much they were certain. They would continue to grow, forever and always, until their body wasn’t so much planetary as capable of holding their entire system in the palm of a single hand, then everything around it, every star in the nearest constellations, the galaxy, its cluster, and… everything. The bun saw it in their mind’s eyes, their body: immense, vast, incomprehensibly powerful and gifted with so much mass that its mere existence was enough to warp and bend spacetime to the point where past met future and present, only exacerbating the growth process, leading back to the very first time that they’d experience a burst of size. They knew, in that moment, that they were their own cause, the hand that moved the first hand; they knew that, ultimately, they were inevitable, and that their very being was an inextricable feature of the very nature of reality… but that was for later, after they’d had the chance to satisfy their urges of seeing their homeworld shrink down and down until it stopped being significant; for the time being, Hiful knew what they had to do: squat slightly and then launch themselves into orbit, by that point nothing more than a small hop before they were in the vast emptiness of the cosmos.

They would’ve liked to say more things, but alas, even they couldn’t produce sound in the vacuum of space. They still tried though: constant, unending screaming about how much more they needed, how they had to be “bigger forever”, how their body was so puny and tiny and could use so much more. They kept saying it even after it became clear that a single one of their breasts was enough to rival the entire Earth, kept on going long past the point where the same could be said for a single nipple; in fact, Hiful only stopped when they managed to fully open their half-lidded eyes and spotted their former planet, so tiny and fragile, so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, floating there in front of their eyes. It fit perfectly on top of their muzzle, unbelievably small, so much so that they had to exercise caution when trying to poke it, lest they end up piercing it from end to end, or outright smashing it apart. But, ultimately, there was what Hiful wanted to see: their homeworld, rendered so miniscule that they had trouble focusing their eyes on it, while their own body had only grown bigger, more powerful, more vast and massive… and the growth spurt still showed no signs of stopping, just like they knew it wouldn’t. It would last forever, and they would last forever, in an unending, perfect moment stretched to infinity, as they grew onwards and outwards with a single word left on their lips:

“Bigger!”