Prompt of the Week - Week 41

TAGS: Hyper, Growth, Uncontrollable Growth, Hyper Awakening, Cumflation/Cum Growth

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He barely even heard the rushed “Sorry!” coming from the other side of his living room window, muffled as it was by a single nipple and a copious amount of milk to go along with it. He couldn’t quite believe that it had become so routine for that sort of thing to happen that he didn’t even notice it anymore, especially considering how everything had started a few years prior. There used to be a time when someone like him was so out of the ordinary that he made the rounds on every single major news network and managed to make a tidy living purely off of televised appearances and scientific studies; now, he was one of the smaller hypers out there, a reality Tobias had yet to really come to terms with.

Not ten years before the present, the hyper gene wasn’t even known to be a thing. There were plenty of lewd pieces of art depicting such bodies, especially around the more extreme fringes of fetish communities, but everyone was more or less in acceptance that such a thing could never really be true; it broke every law of physics and biology as modern society knew them, not to mention the fact that it really was just an artistic style made up from whole cloth to help push the buttons of internet-goers seeking more and more extreme stimulation. What a surprise it was then when said gene began to “awaken” in populations worldwide, leading to first growth explosion incidents that firmly set the stage for what would later be dubbed the Hypersurgence; since then, hypers had become not just an accepted part of modern society, but pretty much the entirety of modern society in the process… though it hadn’t always been like that.

Tobias remembered back when he was one of the first people to go through the transformation, to wake up every day and see how his bottom half became progressively heavier and wider; while he panicked at first, he eventually settled into a rhythm and came to actually enjoy as his nuts bloated out so that they’d graze against the ground even when fully drained, as his cock grew to outsize him, as his ass and thighs fattened so much that he regularly got stuck in doors. He remembered the many TV appearances, the “demonstrations”, the endless talks with contractors and subcontractors whenever he wanted to get anything done in terms of renovations; it wasn’t just size after all, but productivity as well, and just as his nuts were growing so much that it became hard to walk without it being a waddle, so too did they start to fill up a lot faster than should be possible, given his water and calorie intake never really changed. Nowadays, he could hardly go for a minute without his dick being attached to some kind of mechanical pump, lest he end up flooding his entire house with his literal swimming pools’ worth of cum production going on every single hour. And yet, despite all this, the racoon had been forced to watch as the world passed him by, as despite every reasonable person being able to tell this should be impossible, things just kept getting worse.

The hyper gene manifestations became more frequent, their “sufferers” undergoing far more drastic and quicker mutations, until what used to be a top-level grower like Tobias became the average, and then eventually the lower bound for what was expected of someone who possessed the gene; eventually, there was simply no distinction between hypers and anyone else, because everyone had been affected to some degree or another. There occurred a complete societal flip, and at about the same time this occurred, proportions became so exaggerated that even those who had been at the forefront of the phenomenon when it began were left in the dust, utterly unremarkable at best, and downright tiny at worst. The racoon was at least lucky enough to count himself in the former group; he knew people who used to pride themselves on being absolutely enormous who then had to face the fact that, in this new world of theirs, they couldn’t hold a candle to random people on the street.

Despite this, Tobias still wasn’t happy. Others might’ve become accustomed to this new state of things, where it was impossible to walk around without bumping into someone, where nipples the size of cars and barely a fraction of the size of the breast they were capping were the norm, where cocks big enough to rival skyscrapers were perfectly ordinary; they might not particularly enjoy it, given the planet was still trying to get its collective shit together and come up with a plan of action for how to deal with the sudden burst of size from everyone, but most of the global population had, at the very least, accepted that this was how things were supposed to be now. But not Tobias; the racoon was nothing if not resentful of having his “rightful” place stolen, of being yanked from the limelight after such a short time underneath it, of being shoved to the side as a relic of a bygone age rather than the herald of a brand new one. He wanted to be back there, at the forefront, leading the charge for hugeness everywhere… but, most of all, he wanted to be the biggest hyper again.

He used to be. He even had a plaque to commemorate it hanging from a wall in his study, which he made sure to ignore in order to keep the bad thoughts out; but he did earn that, and for a couple of years, was the uncontested world leader in terms of raw size. Now though, he’d be lucky if anyone gave him a sideways glance, and even that was… doubtful. Thus, something had to be done about it, because the whole world couldn’t just have passed him by, he couldn’t just be a normal person again; he knew he had it in him to be even bigger, knew that there was one big growth spurt left in his body somewhere, and was determined to find it, pull it up, and force it to take place three or four times in a row. And, unlike other people who might have the same motivation, he actually had a plan!

It wasn’t a good plan, nor a plan that had any real chance to work, at least if one went by the rules of the old world, which was exactly why Tobias firmly believed that it was entirely possible now that scientific understanding of reality had been upended by the slow growthpocalypse unfolding right outside his window. It only made sense that, if the world had begun operating off porn logic, then he should employ that very same line of thinking for his simple, yet effective revenge plot. That’s why he kept his dick stuck inside a pump all day, after all, rather than doing what so many others did and just spool his spunk all over the public sidewalk; it was the only way he could collect enough of it to move forward with the next stage of his plan, one that he’d been secretly working on for the previous year or so.

The idea came to him during those rare occasions where he actually left his house rather than have supplies air-lifted in via drone; very few people actually worked in retail anymore, owing to their size making it almost impossible for them to even fit in buildings, but there were still a few holdouts, mostly local delis and supermarkets owned by people who happened to be slightly less blessed in terms of overall proportions. It was then that the racoon noticed something that would completely change the way he saw the puddles of cum lying around everywhere: an unfortunate cat had tripped over their own immense tail and ended up splatting themselves face-first against a large pool of spunk, but rather than trying to get back up immediately, they instead began to guzzle it down greedily… and growing in the process. Tobias had never seen something like that; normally, growth spurts occurred naturally and over time, not via some kind of direct infusion, but the more the feline swallowed, the more their entire form bulged outwards, with their tail and package specifically gaining even more, leaving the poor thing almost immobilized after finally getting back up. On seeing this, Tobias knew that he had to try it out for himself, so he did his shopping, rushed back home as quickly as possible (avoiding his own puddles of cum in the process) and immediately angled his cock so that the constant spurts of spunk ricocheted off the ceiling and into his open mouth.

The results were immediate, and about as drastic as he could’ve hoped for them to be, with his dick gaining a good foot in length, half that in girth, and both of his nuts packing on at least a good yard in diameter each as they suddenly filled to capacity and beyond, prompting the racoon to quickly shove his rod into the nearest pump to avoid any catastrophe befalling him. He’d expected something, but certainly not his body reacting like that with so little prompting… which only left him wondering how much he’d been missing out on after going for so long without tasting of his own seed. The regret and despair soon gave way to enthusiasm and excitement, however, as Tobias powered through his own thoughts and arrived at the conclusion that would rock his entire world: he could grow again. What had just happened to him wasn’t evidence that he’d been wasting his time being small, but that he could freely make himself bigger if only he bothered to try; and what that meant, at least in his mind, was that he could once again become the biggest hyper the world had ever seen.

So he started making plans. Plans that involved spending quite a bit of money on hiring specialized construction companies and architects who could keep their mouth shut, plans that involved dumping a boatload of resources into completely refurbishing his house’s plumbing system so that, rather than having the drained spunk flow into the overtaxed sewage pipes servicing the local metropolitan area, his pumps and drainage system would instead store his cum in a series of high-pressure tanks built underneath his house, each of which was designed to hold up to a hundred thousand gallons of whatever liquid one wanted to push into them. There were a lot of raised eyebrows and even more questions, with cash flowing freely between hands in order to get rid of pesky curiosity or unwanted attention, and over the course of three stressful months, Tobias arranged for step one to be complete: the construction of ten of those tanks, along with a simple release valve that, when pulled, would unleash their contents into the main sewage system. Only once the project was complete and the last touches were done did Tobias move to the next stage: hiring a completely different set of construction workers to connect the release valve with a wall-mounted drain he had in his living room. The logic there was simple: he would fill the tanks to capacity, he would pull the valve, and then he would gorge himself on the flood of cum that spilled forth.

It could only end in his house being destroyed, but given the sort of life if he was living, Tobias didn’t really care; hell, if he did burst free from his home, that could only mean that his plan had worked perfectly, and he would no longer have to care about anything. After all, how could anyone expect him to take care of himself when he was mostly cock and balls by weight, when he couldn’t even reach halfway down the circumference of his cumtanks, let alone touch the ground? It would be a life worth living at long last, as a living monument to size that even the biggest of hypers would be unable to measure up to, stuck there being visible even over the horizon, massive, glorious, impossibly huge, stuck in an unending orgasm that would flood the world… it was enough to get him flowing whenever he thought about it, and now, several months of filling and refinement later, he was ready to take a step towards fulfilling his dreams; he could’ve done it quite a long time before that, as he had managed to fill all the tanks within a month or so, but if he was going with full-on porn logic, why not push it even more? Why not keep the valve open towards the actual sewer system at just the right amount to equalize with his output rate, ensuring that the spunk stored in the tanks was always “fresh”? Why not test just how durable those things were by slowly closing the valve while still dumping his seed into them, until his days and nights were filled by the sound of heavy metallic groaning? Why not, as he kept telling himself, stuff the holding tanks until his cum was made almost solid from how compacted and dense it was?

Months of this went by, and he had to admit, those things were seriously resistant, far more than he had given them credit for. Sure, the neighbors had begun to complain about weird noises coming from his house, but Tobias didn’t care; they’d have far better things to worry about once he finally unleashed the flood. All it took was for him to get everything ready and prepared for his ascension, and then it was literally just a case of flipping a switch; thus, once he began feeling the pumps back up after reaching some kind of upper limit on how much the system could handle, when he heard the entire assembly rattle and shake under the pressure, he removed the suction cup from his cock, removed his shirt, the sole piece of clothing he was wearing… and then took up position in front of the output valve. It was just like every other wall-mounted pump, and deliberately so; it kept anyone who might peek into his living room from discovering what he might be planning and then trying to take advantage of it themselves, or, heavens forbid, calling the authorities to prevent an uncontrolled and unauthorized growthsplosion. Hence why, just before he flipped the switch, Tobias drew his blinds; no point having things ruined right at the very end.

When he raised his hand towards the valve, time seemed to slow down. The racoon saw everything that had happened so far, his entire life up until that point: the normality, the surge of growth, the fame, the fading… and now, once again, a return to stardom. He saw himself as he was, as he had been and as he would be, and with his eyes glazing over, he slammed his palm over the button and stuffed his face against the opening. He wouldn’t be able to handle all of the output, nor did he have any delusions that he would; it’d take a lot of growth before his throat was big enough to swallow the ridiculous amounts of cum that he had stored up underneath his house. Granted, this was growth he was going to experience anyway, but the first few dozen blasts would still be mostly lost on him, with Tobias fully aware he’d only be able to consume a tiny portion of them; still, with his shaft already growing underneath him from the sheer thought of what was about to happen, and his nuts pushing against his back as they filled up in anticipation, there was nowhere else for him to go. So he opened the floodgates.

On the outside, his house was perfectly normal. Dozens, hundreds of people walked by it every day without even thinking of what might be happening on the inside, and most of the time, that’s exactly how Tobias liked it. His home was outwardly indistinguishable from that of anyone else’s in his neighborhood, even down to the visible drainage pipes installed on the yard outside that basically every hyper had; this only made it even more surprising when, all of a sudden, it simply stopped existing altogether. It wasn’t a glorious explosion, sending bits of wood flying in every direction and filling the air with dust and plaster; it wasn’t even a slow demolition, with the structure groaning pitifully as it failed to contain the burgeoning god within. Rather, one moment it was there, and the next its constituent materials had been atomized, something beyond destroyed as Tobias’ body was fully revealed to the world. A single growth spurt, and it had been enough for him to completely outsize his entire house; hell, a single nut of his could compete with it, and he was barely even started! A single gulp, a single mouthful, and already his expectations had been blown clear through… though it also presented a small problem.

The pump wouldn’t last for much longer, especially since his body too was beginning to grow, and the cock he had firmly lodged underneath him had already barrelled through the wall the damned thing was built into. He had maybe another good gulp before he’d have to shift around and bury himself under his own heft while trying to find where the pipes were, and that’s assuming the assembly itself didn’t break under the strain; he was going to be big enough to break through the foundations, after all. So he opened his mouth, welcoming whatever the system could give him, taking in as much as he could while he could still get it, refusing to swallow until he literally could not hold any more; only then did he snap his jaw shut and force his throat to bring that load down, down to where it could do some good.

And the city would soon learn what Tobias was capable of.