A Journey (Random Writing for baasnbutts)

TAGS: Hyper, Growth, Pent Up

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It started about five years ago, just after I left college. Everything up until then had been perfectly normal, so I didn’t really have any reason to believe that day would be any different; imagine my surprise when I spent it feeling like I was about to burst! I’d never felt something like that, it was as if my nuts just suddenly decided that they were going to fill ten or twenty times faster than normal and leave me hanging without any warning, to the point where I had to seriously consider asking my manager to let me use the bathroom a few times during the shift. I’m pretty sure that by the time I left, everyone there could tell my pants were a lot tighter than they had been when I clocked in earlier, but they were polite enough not to say anything. Honestly, the whole ride back home was the hardest one yet, in every sense of the word as well; I almost forgot to close the front door in my mad dash to the bathroom, and once I got there I definitely didn’t care if anyone saw me. I dropped my trousers and just jacked off until I was in full flow, and let me tell you, biggest loads of my life. Left the whole toilet with a new paint job, and when I came to I was sitting on the ground still stroking myself; it was then that I noticed something was wrong, because my dick still looked like it was hard, but didn’t feel like it. Took me a while before I realized that it had actually grown, mostly because I was still completely out of it and couldn’t really think straight. I will say though, when I had to put my pants back on and found out that I barely fit them, that’s when I started to panic; I’d heard stories about hypers who entered second puberty before they even knew they had the gene at all, I just never expected I’d be one myself!

From there it was still a lot of work and speculation before I found out what actually triggered the transformations themselves. I knew for a fact that I was going to need to use the restroom to relieve myself more often, so the first thing I did the next day was talk to my shift manager and discreetly let them know what my problem was, and for a while, this actually worked; as soon as I felt myself growing pent-up, assuming things weren’t too hectic, I’d head straight to the nearest toilet and empty out, so I kept myself at a stable size. It took until we had a particularly bad lunch rush that lasted all the way to nearly three in the afternoon before I figured out what was wrong with me; imagine my face when I slammed the door shut behind me, jerked off, and then found out that my cock was now nearly a foot long even when flaccid! I had to just rip my underwear off and force that thing down a pant leg, and let me tell you, it was… really noticeable; especially when my nuts started swelling again and my shaft decided to go along with it, I had that thing riding close to my knee for most of the rest of the shift. Embarrassing, to say the least. Worse yet, for some reason I was already full as hell and ready to blow by the time I was supposed to go home, and seeing as I didn’t want to get stuck in traffic, I decided to just get dressed as quickly as possibly and run out of there as fast as I could.

That was… a bad idea. Let me just say that, by the time I was home, not only were my nuts reaching down to my knees after tearing through my jeans, but my dick was practically glued to the ground and I was so out of it that I didn’t even think it was weird. Just grabbed it with both hands and jerked it until it started to go down, at which point I did manage to shrink it back to… about two feet long, while soft? Two feet sounds like a good estimate, I just know I spent a good ten or so minutes just staring at it before I came to my senses, and even then the first thing that came to mind was what exactly I was supposed to do during the night; I mean, think about it, I had to sleep for several hours, but I couldn’t go through a single one without having to jack off or else I’d grow again, so what was I supposed to do? Well, I’ll tell you what: I called my boss, let them know in no uncertain terms that I was undergoing some sort of weird hyper transformation thing, begged him for a day off while I got things sorted, then immediately ordered a milking machine out of pocket. If only I’d known that the HAA subsidized those things, I might’ve called them up earlier…

Still, that night was still the worst one I’ve ever had. I was going to have to pick up the machine from the factory myself, and was already thinking of how I was gonna have to turn it on during the ride home, but that still didn’t help the fact that I had to spend a whole night without being able to empty myself. Took an hour or so before I could actually fall asleep, and you can imagine what I saw during that time… still didn’t compare to what was waiting for me when I woke up though: nuts so big they covered my whole bed, and a cock so thick I could actually hug it with both arms like it was a fucking body pillow. Took me half an hour to drag my sorry ass over to the bathroom, and I nearly had my balls get stuck in the door! Another ten minutes at full blast just to empty out, and then I was left with a four-foot dick and a pair of nuts hanging below my knees. Honestly, at that point, I no longer even cared; I just sat on the edge of my bathtub and waited until it was time to get the milker, at which point I took a quick bath and proceeded to run every single red light I could find until the police stopped me just outside the dairy farm. That’s how I found out about the Awareness Authority! Had a nice chat with the officer, who was polite enough to forgive me those… five or six indiscretions, and just as I planned, had to keep the milking machine on for the whole ride home; nearly killed my battery, I’ll tell you that much, but at least it let me stay small enough that I could drive.

Once I was safely in the privacy of my own home, I plugged the machine onto a socket in my living room, hooked my cock up to it as best as I could again, then got on the phone with the HAA and spent, oh I don’t know, about two hours or so talking with them; it was barely mid-afternoon when they sent a team over to inspect my house and make sure I had everything ready to deal with my growth spurts, and spoiler alert, I absolutely did not. They were even nice enough to call my boss and pull some strings, told me I wouldn’t have to worry about income for the foreseeable future because the Authority provided subsidies for “new” hypers, especially those like me that just discovered their gene out of nowhere. Unfortunately, this did very little to actually solve the issue of the actual growth, though… to be fully honest, most of it from that point forward was on me. The HAA techs were really nice, they even paid for the milker out of their own pocket and gave me a new one, but… again, you have to understand, it feels really good. Like, if I had to put to words what it felt like to have my nuts swell like that, to have my cock slam against the roof when I know I’m just adding more and more inches to my full size, I’d probably have to hire someone to do it for me, because I’d get too horny and end up cumming my brains out all over the computer monitor. It was too good you see, too good for me not to take advantage of it… so, sometimes, maybe I’d “forget” about using the specialized pumps, maybe I’d “forget” to empty out until it was too late. I’m not gonna say I’m proud of it, because I’m really not; I’m hot and bothered by it even today, but I’m not proud of it.

.. alright, maybe just a little bit. I mean, look at me, I’m massive! And I love every inch of it!

Anyway, where was I… right, right, so, after that day, things just sorta… went along. I couldn’t go to work anymore, that much was a given, but the HAA was nice enough to find me a job I could do remotely, finally putting my actual degree to use after spending so much time wasting my time at a register. The best part was, the technicians set everything up so nicely that I could really work anywhere in the house; there are pumps hidden on just about every wall, and they all connect to the same piping system that comes down from the bathroom, so I don’t have to worry about where all my spunk is going. All I have to do is get up and go about my day, and whenever I feel like I’m getting a bit too full, I just need to open one of the ports, shove my cock in it and fuck it until I’m cumming my brains out; not exactly glamorous, but it gets the job done. Plus, since I’m working from home and can get most of my stuff either delivered to be by the mail or the HAA, I don’t even need to leave the house at all, which, frankly, I’m perfectly fine with; can you imagine me trying to go anywhere with this monster attached to me?

Now, of course the Authority tried to impose some limits on me. Every once in a while they’d remind me that the whole point of them setting up the pumps and getting me the job was to help remediate an unfortunate situation that I had no control over, but now that I could exercise a degree of self-restraint, I had “no excuses” for growing any bigger. Of course, they also let slip that this was a flexible enough policy that they couldn’t really do much if I did grow any bigger, since… well, some hypers just keep growing, and they have no real way of knowing which ones do and which ones are going to remain stable. So, like I said, maybe sometimes I just forgot to put the pumps on me, and maybe sometimes I forgot to empty out until it was too late, and by the time I managed to get the cum out I’d gained a foot or two on my cock and balls. It was… heavens above, it was divine, every single time… still is, the last few occasions I had the opportunity to indulge a bit, and the HAA just sort of had to grin and bear it because, well, I’m still a growing baa! What are they gonna do, leave me hanging? Sometimes it isn’t even my fault; I think the biggest growth spurt to date was when I gained about seven foot on everything because the pump system backed up and just stopped working altogether, and by the time the techs arrived I was literally bumping my head, the real one, against the ceiling and they had to spend most of the rest of the afternoon draining me down to a more manageable size.

It was around this time that they had to move me out, because it was getting increasingly obvious that my old house wasn’t going to cut it anymore. Let me tell you, the amount of bad looks I got when the rep showed up and inspected my size was… well, I may or may not have slightly regretted a few of my actions on that day, if only because he made me feel like I was ten and just got caught stealing from the cookie jar again. Gave me a good dressing down and let me know in no uncertain terms that I was not to push the line anymore, and if I did then the HAA would be more than happy to withdraw their support. Now, I don’t know if this was a bluff or if he was being serious, but what I do know is that he said it so straight-faced that I had to believe he meant every word of it. Unfortunately… things weren’t really so simple. By the time I got to the new place, I was convinced I had to hold back, because what was I going to do if the Authority stopped funding me? I didn’t have the money to keep paying for the house, nor did I have enough cash to get one of my own, not on the sort of salary I was receiving, not to mention the enormous amount of renovations needed to make sure I could empty out properly. I supposed I could make a killing selling my own sperm, but how far would that take me?

But… it didn’t matter. I don’t know whether or not it was a third puberty or the fact that I’d stretched myself out so often that I couldn’t stop now, but what I know is that I was still growing even when I kept myself fully drained at all times. I’d wake up one day and be like, an inch bigger, just enough that I figured it had to be my imagination, you know? But it adds up; let a few weeks pass and suddenly it’s hard to really explain away the extra couple of feet you’ve suddenly gained from nowhere, and then it’s an hour-long call and five hours in person with a medical team running tests and confirming that yeah, somehow, against all odds, I’m undergoing a continuous growth episode that they project is gonna last for at least a few more months. It’s less severe than most hypers out there, but it was made worse by me having gone so overboard before, so I guess that’s the price I paid for the sort of self-indulgent madness I got up to.

But I don’t regret any of it; hell, if I could go back and do it again I’d probably do it even harder, really stretch the limits, get me to such an enormous size that I wouldn’t be able to move even if I wanted to. It’s a weird life, not going to say otherwise; just getting up in the morning requires so much machinery that sometimes I feel like I’m in a factory. I mean, look up at the ceiling, there’s a good reason why there are railings everywhere in the house, and why else do you think I have so many tarps lying about? It’s something I have to deal with, but honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Does that answer your question?

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The reporter couldn’t decide whether to be utterly astonished or relieved that their interviewee, a seemingly unassuming sheep, had been that upfront about their… particular issue. They stood out as one of the Hyper Awareness Authority’s greatest success stories, but very few people had ever gotten a proper interview with them, mostly because they assumed they’d be too embarrassed to talk about it at length… but mostly because the HAA heavily frowned upon people treating their charges like some sort of circus freaks. Nonetheless, the channel sent out a whole team to get to the bottom of this particular baa, and what they found was, apparently, someone who was perfectly fine with explaining, in detail, why they happened to be as big as they were. The interview had been conducted in the main living room (or living hall, to be more precise), a necessity when Holly was so massive that she could sit on one end and have her shaft go all the way to the other, where about three or four feet of tip were lodged in a wall-mounted draining pump keeping her well and truly empty. Her shaft was a good thirty feet from base to end, if not slightly larger, and given that the baa’s nuts were about half of that in diameter, it was one of the very few times where bringing a boom mic to a two-person interview was a genuine necessity. Not to mention, of course, the fact that everyone present was so immensely aroused by the sight that they had to bring extra people and have them wait outside, ready to cycle with those inside whenever the horniness became too unbearable. Nevertheless, Holly herself was nothing if not perfectly polite, and in fact had prefixed the whole interview by apologizing about the pump noises, quite the contrast with the way she looked, perched atop a throne of her own cum factories.

“You know, you’re actually quite lucky,” the baa capped off her speech, “you caught me at just the right time.”

“Why’s that?” the interviewer, a young cat, asked while knowing full well he shouldn’t.

The answer came mere seconds later, when that colossal shaft that everyone was avoiding started to visibly throb, a menacing sight if they’d ever seen one.

“You managed to catch me while I was down,” Holly replied, her eyes slowly glazing over as a thin trickle of drool began to fall from the corner of her lips, “but I’m sure you won’t mind sticking around for a bit longer? After all, you’ve been so patient with lil’ ol’ me… I’m certain you’d love to see me at my best~”