Morning Surprises (Commission for IDKLOOKITUP)

It was a morning like any other, except for how chilly it was in the middle of September. Temperatures had been going down for a while, yes, Saturn was surprised at how cold he felt waking up, especially since he remembered dragging the blankets onto himself the night before. Probably one of the windows deciding to roll open again, he did still need to call up a repairman to fix that, or perhaps his AC decided to turn on in the middle of the night like it had been doing for a good month.

Lot of things broken in his apartment, oddly enough.

He thought nothing of it, stretching out and getting out of bed, narrowly avoiding bonking his head against the wall thanks to his grogginess, mumbling something about still feeling the impact. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, enough to start wondering if he drank anything the previous night and just forgot about it completely. Surely he would remember getting sloshed… maybe. There was that one time he downed a whole bottle of scotch and woke up the next day feeling like he’d been shot five times in the everywhere, then had to be reminded of what happened when he was inebriated; not fun.

First things first: getting some water on him. Wouldn’t do much if he was hungover, but it should at least wake him enough to figure out why he felt as weird as he did. On the way there he kept bumping into everything he could find, though oddly enough his hips were never close enough to justify what he was feeling; still half-asleep, it was easy for him to not notice just what was new about his lower body, but as soon as he walked near the sink and splashed a few handfuls of cold water onto his face, the realization wouldn’t be too far behind.

It wasn’t the first time his body decided to spring a surprise like that on him, and it wouldn’t be the last. At the very least it explained why he was feeling so chilly; damn thing probably slid the sheets off him with a particularly strong twitch! Also conveniently explained why he kept hitting things despite being nowhere near them, and why it felt like all the blood in his head had rushed downwards; it probably, actually did.

Saturn’s cock, already sizable by default, had gotten an upgrade, a consequence (perhaps) of his hyper nature wanting to play around with proportions while he wasn’t looking. Nighttime growth bursts had become a fact of life in the past few years, to the point where the yeen’s only response was to stare at the twitching, foot-and-a-half-long member and sigh in resignation, wondering if he had any clean underwear that could fit him at that size. He couldn’t just go to work looking like he’d overdosed on blue pills, after all; last time he did, he had to explain to a very flustered HR manager what exactly the deal was with his body. It was easy enough to hide, assuming he had some minor compressors on hand; the major issue was going to be the leaking more than anything else.

He brought a hand beneath his rod, feeling up the orbs underneath; as expected, they received just as much of a boost as his shaft had, to the point where they genuinely felt a bit sore from how stuffed they’d gotten over the night. It also conveniently explained the soft splattering of fluids on the ground, something he decided to worry about later rather than busy himself with mopping that early in the morning. Resigned to his fate, Saturn turned to the toilet… before remembering just how powerful his loads were and doing a full one-eighty to face the bathtub, taking a deep breath in order to steady himself.

That part of his day was always the worst; he hate-loved how good it felt, mostly because it kept going for so long that he had time to contemplate it. It was a necessity, not a luxury, yet he often forgot about it in the throes of passion and self-love; hard not to when one sees their cock twitching hard enough to be able to feel it in one’s hands, firing thick strands of one’s seed with enough potency to loudly impact the wall and have bits of it spring back and fall on the ground, completely ignoring the target underneath. Nonetheless, it was a requirement if he wanted to get through the day properly; if he didn’t empty out, there was a significant chance of him losing control of his swelling and then clogging one of the stalls at work, something he had absolutely no intention of repeating ever again.

That morning was at least kind enough to him to let the hyena go through that unfortunate bit of his routine without needing to worry all that much about losing control; it was still extremely powerful and beyond his ability to describe, to say nothing of how it very nearly brought him to his knees multiple times in between climaxes, but he didn’t moan loudly for anyone to come milk him or felt the need to call someone to go do just that, which as far as Saturn cared made that a solid win. Not just that, but the leaking stopped as well; he could finally go back to his room without having to worry about needing to clean it later, even if he felt the familiar pang hitting his groin a few minutes later, signalling his cum factories kicking into gear again. A bit sooner than expected, but not at all a surprise.

At least he still had some compressor underwear to pick from… even if they were a lot larger than he needed. He recalled with some degree of embarrassment that he’d gotten rid of the smaller pieces after convincing himself that, given his proclivity for explosive growth, he probably wouldn’t need them; at no point did he consider that his body might decide to throw him a curveball like that and gift him with some new assets that, while not terribly large, were still a nuisance regardless. He sighed again, finding some elastic bands to keep those things as close to him as he could, before heading out to work.

The utter mundanity and lack of anything of note that followed him throughout that day made for the best possible contrast to what he found when he got back home. After spending so long with nothing of note happening, Saturn had genuinely forgotten about what had happened earlier in the morning, only vaguely remembered of it when he had to readjust his pants and noticed he had rubber bands keeping his underwear in place, only for that vague remembrance to fade back into obscurity. Thus, when he was done with his shift and threw his pants off after returning home, it was with no small amount of surprise that he found his underwear fit him perfectly.

It took a bit before he remembered why that was supposed to be weird, until his mind helped him put two and two together and the yeen had the sudden realization that he had been growing throughout the day without even noticing. In a slight state of panic, he raced to the bathroom and put both hands on the compressor gear, halting just in time for his fears to impose themselves. What was he going to see when he took those things off? Was there going to be a flood of cum, the piece of clothing having overflowed when he wasn’t looking? Did his lower body bulge out as well, giving him curves that would make leaving the bathroom a lot harder than it was coming in? He almost didn’t want to see it, afraid that whatever happened to him would leave them too flabbergasted to do anything at all.

Almost.

With no end of trepidation, Saturn gently tugged down on his underwear, slowly revealing a cock that was, by all means, a lot thicker than it had been that morning. The yeen stifled a grunt, biting his lip and tongue as he struggled to keep removing his compressor. Some part of him told him that it’d be a waste to reveal all of it at once; he was better savouring the moment, letting it last for as long as possible… then again, he did need to get started on dinner, and immediately Saturn regretted thinking that, since his brain made the obvious connection and the ensuing arousal only served to thicken up that rod considerably more. At that point, there was no other way to go but down, and as such… he pulled down.

The resulting explosion of cockmeat was enough to throw even the hyena out of balance; he’d seen a lot of good dicks in his day, but the last thing he expected was for that compressor to have performed so admirably in hiding a rod of that size without breaking in half. He had to take several steps back just to let it hang free, what with his member getting stuck underneath the sink after painfully hitting the wall hard enough to crack it, and even then it still rose to graze the ceiling, looming over his body in a manner so oversized that Saturn was left completely speechless. It was wide enough that he’d need both hands to hold it properly, and yet even that was overshadowed by its length and apparent productivity; the tip was bubbling with enough pre to completely coat its entire length in only a few seconds, dripping happily onto the floor and even smearing part of the yeen’s chest in its shiny sheen. Every heartbeat seemed to travel along it, creating a small shockwave that forced the very visible veins to throb and pulsate loudly, and just looking at it was enough to get him all light-headed; how exactly he was maintaining that monster without the blood vessels in the rest of his body emptying out was anyone’s guess, a thought that poor Saturn was more or less unable to produce, his mind far too focused on what had to be one of the biggest sizes he ever developed for himself.

He had expected his shaft to grow over the course of the day; it wasn’t anything new, even when he didn’t undergo any growth spurts at all, but to have it go from “mildly big” to “room-dominating” was a jump he just wasn’t ready for. The one saving grace was the lack of any additions anywhere else; the rest of his body was exactly how he left it, even if it was already feeling the pain from having to lug around a cock of that size and magnitude.

There weren’t a lot of options for him there. He never knew how to shrink, that was just something his body did on its own; far as he was aware, he just had to hold tight and wait until his rod decided to come down of its own volition, which was far easier said than done considering how much he really, really wanted to spend a few hours rubbing his entire body against it. The one thing he did know helped for certain was release, and given how he had the rest of the day for himself, the thought of making dinner no longer applied to the kitchen.

Saturn didn’t even bother aiming for the bathtub; at a size like that, any attempt to direct the flow was folly at its greatest, and he’d be surprised if he didn’t end up having to scrape cum off the ceiling by the time he was done. At least he would be producing a nice, filling meal, ready to be delivered so long as he opened his mouth and craned his neck upwards, a thought that only made that shaft throb even harder and its underside bloat as it was forced to carry the immense loads of precum his clenching orbs were pressure-hosing out of themselves.

And that was another thing! He was so engrossed in how much his cock had grown that he failed to notice how his balls had bloated in a similar manner; even having to drag them across the floor didn’t make him pick up on it, probably as a result of being so used to doing that in the first place. Still, each one of those cum factories was big enough that he could feasibly sit on it, making for a wonderfully overstuffed beanbag that Saturn was happy to rest his weight on, if only because he knew the slight pain and soreness would be offset by the colossal amounts of seed such an action would produce.

And how right he was… suddenly having all of the yeen pressing down on them made those tanks react in the way Saturn expected them to, blowing a load strong enough that it rebounded off the ceiling and hit him square in the face, turning his world white and overloading his sensitive nose for a few seconds before he attuned to the musky, salty scent; right afterwards, it was a matter of letting his tongue work its magic, the long muscle lapping up whole mouthfuls of his own cum before dragging them down his throat, the yeen gulping loudly enough that it could almost be heard over the sounds of his near-continuous release.

Almost.

The bathroom was filled by gurgling and churning, fluids splattering and bouncing off increasingly-damaged tiles as the hyena’s body continued to press down on a set of nuts so productive that, not only did they refuse to empty out despite being commanded to, but somehow bloated harder still in the middle of one of the best climaxes Saturn had ever experienced. Poor thing was so busy being buried by, and tasting his own seed that he didn’t even notice how his feet were being slowly lifted off the ground, how his nuts were swelling and ballooning with so much size that he would soon become immobilized if he did nothing to stop it.

But how could he stop it? Or perhaps most importantly, why would he? It felt so right to finally let go, to experience another explosive growth burst. It had been weeks since the last one, too long really for someone as self-indulgent as himself. The idea that it might stick that time didn’t exactly occur to him, courtesy of his previous “episodes” always having been temporary affairs; honestly, he was far more worried about when his new assets would shrink back down. He certainly wasn’t coming into work the day after, nor probably the day after that, but he still needed the money at the end of the month. Of course, much like before, the yeen wasn’t in the right mental state to worry about such silly things as income and living standards; all he wanted to continue experiencing that mind-shattering release, relishing in his cumbath for as long as he could, until his brain could take no more.

He woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, covered in sweat, cum, and what he presumed to be copious amounts of spit, leaning half against the wall and half against the door; his balls were still so enormously swollen that his body now constituted a minority of his total mass, reducing him to little more than an accoutrement on a male package of colossal size. It’d be kind of funny if it weren’t such a massive inconvenience, something that the hyena became all too aware of when his brain woke up properly and he took stock of his situation.

Moving was… not possible. Much as he wanted to at least drag himself to ground level, there was nothing around him he could use to do so, and the shrinkage he’d been expecting hadn’t even begun to manifest, effectively leaving him stranded atop a pair of churning nuts that insisted on throbbing hard enough to serve as massage chairs for the rest of his body. His cock wasn’t any better, given that it had bent at an odd angle just to fit into the bathroom; at least its tip was directly above the bathtub, the drain admirably holding up against the tide of thick fluids leaking from him.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. In fact, if his cock and balls growing were the highlight of that day’s show, the yeen might’ve even been fine with it; wasn’t the first time he’d grown that large, so he could always call on his neighbors by shouting loud enough, or keep trying to move down from his perch by contorting himself even harder. No, the real problem was that the rest of him had begun to grow as well.

He was probably knocked out for several hours, because he didn’t remember any prior situation where he suddenly developed a pair of hand-filling breasts in anything less than a good night’s sleep (or anything equivalent), and yet he had two of them, right there in front of him, feeling sore, full and about to leak at the slightest provocation. This much drew so much ire out of Saturn that he went right past sighing and straight into growling, loudly denouncing the powers that be for saddling him with a body that refused to listen to conventional biology. Assuming his growth spurt carried on like it had been, then the bathroom was going to be extremely cramped in just a few short hours, especially given how he could still feel his nuts slowly expanding with every other heartbeat.

He was working on borrowed time and was painfully aware of it, thus needing him to start considering more… drastic options. There was no way he was going to do anything on his own, so the first step in the “plan” was to shout at the top of his lungs for help, and hope that someone noticed it was his voice; hopefully, they’d be able to put two and two together and come to his aid before the fire department had to be called to deal with flooding. Saturn ended up screaming himself hoarse before anyone showed up, knocking at his front door and asking him what was wrong and prompting the hyena to put whatever was left of his strength behind one last cry for help, managing to get out a “Stuck!” before his voice failed completely.

It still took his many acquaintances about ten minutes before they found the landlord and secured a key to his place, whereupon they discovered the cause for the “minor flooding” in the most direct way possible. It was a testament to Saturn’s constant size woes that the biggest reaction he got out of anyone was a tired sigh and a declaration by one of the tenants that he wasn’t going to help that time, though thankfully the rest of the small group was courteous enough to put up with yet another of their neighbor’s “grew too big too for his house” episodes.

Thankfully, the problem was easily solved: get some compressor gear, grab some galoshes and raincoats and then brave the interior of the bathroom, hoping to be able to hold their breaths long enough to get the clothing on in stages. The small crowd had to take shifts so as to avoid letting the smells overpower them, turning what could have been a simple ten minute job into an hour-long marathon that tested not only their resolve, but Saturn’s as well. By the end, everyone was gasping for breath and eager to be literally anywhere but there, with many even walking out unceremoniously after dropping their protective gear on the ground; the yeen couldn’t blame them, as those coats did look terribly coated in his juices and they were all there out of the kindness of their own hearts. He made a mental note to send all of them some kind of gift later anyway, probably invite them over for dinner after he cleaned up the place.

With his assets contained and his leaking issues revolved, he bid everyone farewell after properly thanking them for their help, always an awkward thing to do considering the circumstances. It was only then that Saturn noticed it was most likely the middle of the morning, judging from ambient light, which meant his boss was probably wondering where exactly his employee was. Sure enough, after waddling over to his bedroom, he saw a series of unanswered calls on his phone, sweat breaking out again as he dreaded having to explain what happened the day before. This went double since he had to ask for that day off as well; couldn’t just leave all of those bodily fluids lying around without getting cleaned, since the last time he had that bright idea he had to spend a whole weekend scraping the solidified gunk off the walls and ceiling. Then again, the prospect of a shouting match over the phone wasn’t high up on his list of priorities, causing him to waste so much time that his workplace resolved that problem for him by calling again themselves.

The ensuing conversation was long, terribly embarrassing and above all ended in a direct threat by the HR department that he’d be fired if he refused to learn how to contain his “incidents,” despite constant assurances on Saturn’s part that they were completely out of his control. At least they still gave him the day off, even if they weren’t going to pay him for it, allowing him to pace himself in taking care of the severe spillage issues that came as a result of his unfettered growth spurt. It was time he had to think, time he had to consider what might happen.

His breasts had been sore for some time already, even more so than when he first noticed he had them at all, and the occasion droplet of milk falling off his increasingly-engorged nipples was enough to let him know that bad things were coming his way. If he didn’t do anything to stop it, he’d soon be needing a compressor bra to go with his shorts, and seeing how the lower piece of equipment was already feeling incredibly tight, so much so that the yeen eyed his box of trinkets with a greedy look, the end result for his chest might be so spectacular as to leave him unable to resist it. This alone was a much larger problem than any size upgrade; the growthlust building up inside the hyena was very real and very dangerous, something that only ever reared its head during the worst of his episodes. For it to be nagging at him, scratching the back of his head with long, dreadful claws, then whatever was in store for his body had to be big.

He worried himself with these thoughts for the rest of the day, even as nothing massive truly happened. His milkers still felt incredibly tight and required a couple of squeezes into the kitchen sink, but they didn’t actually grow at all; it was enough to leave the yeen confused and half-relieved, having deluded himself into believing that maybe things were going to be fine and his body had reached its peak for the day. Maybe, he thought to himself, he’d wake up the next day being even smaller, a thought that warmed him far more than it should when he went to bed, conveniently ignoring how hard it groaned when he climbed onto it.

Suffice to say, he did not wake up any smaller.

At first, things seemed to be fine. His package was certainly not heavier than it had been the night before, and considering how it wasn’t scraping the ceiling, then the compressor gear was still holding it back. The soft sloshing and churning of his nuts was as low as always and his chest was surprisingly dry, given how it had two sets of tits to its name.

That fact alone took Saturn a good five minutes to process, during which he kept moving his hands from one bosom to the next, still waking up and unsure if what he was feeling was real or a product of a very tired brain attempting to make sense of the previous day’s happenings. After convincing himself that it was absolutely not fantasy, the hyena had to stifle a yelp loud enough that his neighbors would come knocking on his door again, and would’ve ran straight for the bathroom if not for his still-swollen male apparatus making it hard to move anywhere with any celerity. Once there, however, there was no doubt that he had suddenly, and inexplicably, developed an extra pair of tits.

Now, the main concern for the yeen wasn’t the obvious, but rather the implied; there had been no change in size, merely in number, which naturally made him incredibly fearful of the possibility that such a thing might’ve also happened below the waist. His package seemed to be the same weight as before, but those were some incredibly potent compressors he was wearing, making it harder than usual to gauge how big he was from touch and feeling alone. There was one way to find for certain, but doing so would lead to potential confirmation, and as much as Saturn wanted to feel that rush, he knew he shouldn’t.

Then again, what exactly could do he do otherwise? Ignore it? He tried doing that on day one and it ended up with him flooding his bathroom and growing big enough to nearly touch the ceiling, itself leading to a titty duplication. Not paying attention to his (literally) growing problem was only going to make it worse, doubly so if he was right; assuming his cock had copied itself, he was going to need a lot more than just a pair of special underwear.

Gulping loudly, he brought both hands to his compressor’s elastic band, slowly lowering it in a way where he could peek at its contents. He barely got a couple of inches out before the suddenly-decompressed flesh bulged out hard enough to nearly take the whole thing off, giving the yeen barely a second to force the underwear back on before smashing his sink into tiny bits. It was still long enough for him to confirm that indeed, there were two shafts protruding from his groin, two very engorged shafts that were just as, if not thicker than the one he had sported the day before. Saturn was left gasping for breath, feeling like he’d come out of a mile-long sprint, his head still racing as it tried to understand just what the hell was going on with him. He had never gone through something like that before; big sizes, yes, immense sizes in fact, but never once did his body refuse to shrink back down after three days had passed, much less put on even more mass by doubling up his assets while he wasn’t looking. 

It made for a very confusing revelation precisely because there was no frame of reference; it had been years at that point since Saturn had experienced anything truly new, and he didn’t like how that felt. Growing was amazing, but not knowing when it was going to stop made for such an overwhelming sensation of discomfort that he honestly felt like throwing up… at least when he didn’t want to bring both hands to his curves and squeeze them until he came.

Now cows required, nor in fact needed.

Still, there was still his job to worry about, and it was doubtful they’d let him stay home again, so he had to find something to keep him under control. A wide selection of compressor trinkets would do the trick, neatly disguised as clip-on earrings that he could easily pass off as being a silly fashion statement he picked up for no given reason. Fearing that his busts might decide to grow out during the day, Saturn made sure to include two compressor bras in his get-up, having to fight against himself just to get the lower one on, to say nothing of how difficult it was to hide them underneath his shirt. He gave up even trying to accomplish the latter after it became obvious how much his choice of attire was composed of incredibly striking colours, leaving him ripe for playful mockery when his coworkers asked him if he took a day off to get a boob job from the local plastic surgery clinic.

It was all in good fun, and at least no one seemed too mad about him skipping a full day (apart from his boss, who was noticeably quite pissed at him for the whole shift), making for a somewhat-decent day spent not worrying about flooding hazards. He still occasionally felt his body tugging at the limits of his compressors, testing them, attempting to see just how far it could go before the trinkets failed completely, only to step back before doing anything stupid. It was an inner war that Saturn feared he would inevitably lose, though probably not before wrapping up his tasks for the day and having the chance to put some more earrings on… maybe a lip-ring or two as well.

The shift ended without any casualties amongst his clothing, and to his utter relief, the small monitors built into his compressor bras weren’t reporting any size changes whatsoever. On getting home and taking a peek inside of his underwear, the same could be said for his double manhoods and quad-cumtanks; though still big, they hadn’t grown, making for a very happy yeen and even happier prospects for the day after. Though he was still reticent about hoping for shrinkage, at least he kept himself from growing even bigger (somehow), opening the door for stabilization to take over. Still didn’t take the compressors off during the night, of course; doing so might very well lead to the structural stability of the building collapsing. Or to himself drowning in his juices, albeit with a smile on his face.

As it turned out, it might’ve been a good idea to do so, as only after waking up did Saturn remember that he never once in his life had ever kept his compressor gear on while sleeping until the day before… and that night. It never occurred to him that it might do anything out of the ordinary, since after all he’d worn it plenty of times before over the course of whole days, but what the yeen failed to account for was that his body was very obviously no longer in the mood for the same rules as always, and while he was safely dreaming about things he wouldn’t remember later on, his clothing began to strain at the seams.

He woke up early, as usual, leaning sideways to turn his alarm off before it drilled through his skull too hard. Once again he found it harder than usual to move around, but chose to believe that it was due to fluid build-up rather than any size upgrade like before; his compressors could only hold back so much, and he was very productive during the night even in the best of days, so it wasn’t at all unexpected. Getting off of bed still worked, plus Saturn could still move, so clearly things weren’t all that bad, even if he was sloshier than usual. It was only once he reached the bathroom, again, that his grogginess was wiped out and replaced by equal parts panic and alarm.

He had breasts. Visibly, he had breasts. While this wasn’t at all new, the bras he was wearing were meant to keep his chest as flat as normal, and yet he was sporting three pairs of tits that could easily put most anyone to shame.

Wait, there?!

Poor guy was so focused on seeing his chest billowing out that he failed to notice how there was a third set of milkers right below the first two, leaving him extra surprised after noticing that it also had a bra holding them back. When did he do that? Did he wake up in the middle of the night and just not remember it? Did he sleepwalk and end up putting more compressors on?! So many questions were rushing through his head that, for a blissful moment, he was more worried about what his head was thinking about during the night than the fact he was overflowing from what was supposed to be high-grade compressor gear; his apparent size was very much near the end of the alphabet, the reinforced cloth struggling to hold him back, and yet those things were still very much active and keeping his size down. How big he was underneath, he had no clue; to know he’d have to check a panel on the front of the bras, which was understandably a bit too far away for him to access properly.

Saturn spent a good ten minutes or so holding his head in his hands and shaking it from side to side, mumbling to himself about how this had to be a dream or nightmare of some kind and how it was just not possible. His biggest growth spurt to date had only lasted about half a day before going back down, and he was already on his fourth full day without any signs of stopping. Was this it? Did his body finally decide to start growing and never stop? What about his home, what about his life… what about his job?

His job!

Panic set in a lot faster than before when the hyena remembered he still technically had to go to work that day, even if he was reasonably certain his package had probably added another cock and set of orbs to it, just like last time. Now that he was fully awake, the noise was finally getting to him, with the interminable sloshing of his udders and balls being enough to make even him blush from how strong they were, leaving the yeen wondering just how exactly he was supposed to get through a whole day without losing control of himself. It wasn’t even a matter of personal safety anymore; if his compressors failed in any way, there was a non-zero chance he might actually hurt someone else, what with his assets exploding with enough size to plow through anything that might be in front of him. He was a genuine threat to workplace stability… and that’s exactly what he was banking on.

There was no other way. He couldn’t go to work, not like that; not only was the above all too real of a threat, but he could feel his self-control slipping with each passing moment. In a few hours at best, the yeen was going to be pushing his hands deep into his own flesh, kneading and rubbing it down in mindless self-exploration when his libido grew too strong for his ability to control it. It wasn’t a possibility as much as it was a timer; it was going to happen, and the only question was when. Therefore, he thought, the best thing to do was go to work, point this out in the most obvious way possible, and then hope his managers were sane enough to let him back home.

To that end, he didn’t even bother with clothing. Why should he, when he didn’t even have anything that could fit him? His junk was still perfectly secure, thanks to his chosen shorts being some of the strongest pieces he had in store, and while his bosoms were very much more exposed than not, he still had his nipples hidden away; if anyone were to stop him in the street, they couldn’t technically blame him for public indecency, even if just barely.

Not much of a relief when it came to the taxi driver, though, who insisted on Saturn pushing down the back seats and wobbling into the trunk, refusing to go anywhere until the yeen found some solution to his size issue; couldn’t expect the man to drive a car when he had two sets of breasts constantly pushing him from the side and making it impossible to use the stick properly. This did have the unfortunate side-effect of causing an endless amount of churning any time the vehicle made too sharp of a turn, and even from his position lying down Saturn could clearly see his driver’s face growing increasingly red; that he drove off the moment his customer closed the trunk door behind him spoke volumes about what was going through his mind.

It being early morning, the streets were lined with people heading to work, that part of town being predominantly dominated by large office blocks. A bunch of blue-collar workers whose lives were barely ever interesting enough to bring up during polite conversation were confronted with the sight of the yeen, who for a few brief moments wondered what it would be like to strip down in front of everyone. It was such an odd thought for him, or so he believed, because he never once considered the possibility of showing off in public; perhaps it was all the pressure he was feeling behind the compressors finally getting to him, or maybe he was that desperate for some relief that he was willing to let strangers rub him down with impunity. Whatever the case, Saturn had to fight against himself just to walk inside the building, very nearly getting stuck on the way in from how much he was carrying in front of him.

To his utter relief, he had at long last reached a size that even his shift manager couldn’t ignore. Hell, their face when they saw Saturn walking in was so funny that the hyena honestly thought about laughing, about three seconds before another wave of milk crashed into all six of his tits. He barely got out an explanation before he was ordered to go back home, his superior outright telling him not to come back until he had his “issue” under control; as long as he was that large, he would not be allowed back on the premises.

Saturn didn’t know whether to thank the man or sob at the prospect of losing heavens know how many days of work. His one hope was getting in contact with his HR department and maybe, maybe getting them to consider the extraordinary circumstances as being enough to qualify for medical leave; he was incapacitated due to his physiology being out of whack, in the most technical of ways possible, so he was certain someone would listen to him. Unfortunately, this did mean having to wait for another taxi after the last one drove off so unceremoniously, forced to sit on the curb outside and be the target for so many eyes that he began sweating.

He should want to be alone. He should want to be in his house, away from stimulation, hoping to shrink down. But he didn’t want that; no, he wanted someone to… do something. All of those passers-by, people that he vaguely recognized from his many years working there, they were all staring at him like he was some kind of vaguely amusing sideshow. A few were clearly aroused by the sight of the bloated yeen, struggling to even remain still after plopping his ass down on the sidewalk, but none of them did anything… and yet he wanted them to. He wanted someone to act on their impulses, to break through the many layers of shame and awkwardness and just plunge their hands into his form, to remove the compressor bras, to rip apart his shorts, to let his whole body flow freely into the outside world. He wanted it so much that he was ready to scream for it, beg for it, right before he remembered that if he did so, he’d be in so much trouble that even his growth woes would pale in comparison.

That said, he did get his wish… sort of. As soon as the second taxi arrived, it became clear that Saturn was no longer capable of getting up on his own; it was an entirely accidental revelation, as the yeen had no idea how heavy they truly were when they sat down, but the fact of the matter was his assets had simply become too much for him to handle. He remained stuck to his seat of choice until the cabbie and a couple of other people were kind enough to help him up, then shove him into the back of the car just like when he first arrived. This one driver was at least nice enough to try and make polite conversation, even if his eyes were focused more on the pile of engorged, furred flesh sprawled over the back of his car than they were on the road, leaving the hyena feeling slightly nervous. Still, he got home safe and sound, if no less stuffed, and secured the help of the doorman to get back to his apartment.

With the door locked behind him, he was finally safe, a thought that brought with it so many others that Saturn had to physically strike his own head to remember he was supposed to be calling people to justify himself. He dragged himself over to the living room, heaving his frame onto the couch, only to hear its springs begin to groan in protest; dutifully ignoring them, the yeen used the last shreds of his willpower to dial the number for the HR department, then spent about five minutes talking with them before the first line-crossing happened.

The people on the other end of line were left flabbergasted at the kind of noises Saturn made, most of which weren’t even coming from his throat at all. It at least served as proof that he wasn’t making up any of his claims; the yeen truly was incapacitated to the degree they claimed they were, at least if all that mad sloshing was anything to go by. Not wanting to have to listen to any more of those noises, the person on the other end of the line quickly went through the necessary questions and then hung up as quickly as they could, leaving Saturn alone with himself for the foreseeable future.

It was only then he thought that maybe doing this was a poor choice.

With no one and nothing to provide a distraction, there was only himself. And with there only being himself, nothing really stopped the yeen from succumbing to his own body and giving in to his innermost desires, nothing beyond his own sanity and will power, both of which had been eroded to such a degree that it was doubtful they were even there at all anymore. All he could hear was himself, slorshing, churning, bloating with each passing moment, growing bigger and fuller, heavier and heftier, unable to stop whatever phantom force had taken control of him and exacerbated his hyper traits to absurd dimensions. He didn’t know what to do, really, and that’s what got to him; if he had any clue about how he could stop or halt the process, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d do everything in his power to make it happen (though it was still doubtful he actually could); with nothing though… there was nothing. Just himself.

The first few hours were spent wondering whether or not he should remove his compressor gear. Doing so would inevitably lead him down a path of self-indulgence that he would not recover from until such a point as his body decided to shrink down, if it decided to do so at all. It would completely overwhelm him and the house he was in; he was probably big enough to physically wreck the place if allowed to be at his “true” size, not even counting the possibility that he might intrude on his upstairs and downstairs neighbors. Hell, the structural stability of the building itself was at risk as far as he cared, especially considering how big his tits had to be if even his bras made him look that massive.

Nothing but negatives, and yet Saturn really wanted to do it anyway. There was no rational reason for it, just his desire to go completely wild and finally appreciate his hyper nature to its fullest extent for a change, even if it meant the complete destruction of his home and the potential ruination of the entire apartment block if his flooding capabilities were as well-developed as he thought they were. Maybe if anyone had asked him before, the yeen would’ve said no, would’ve declared their utmost dedication to keeping themselves in check, if not for them, then for everyone else’s sake; but stuck as he was on a couch that was bound to break any second now and unable to go anywhere but outward, it was hard to come up with a solution to his boredom that didn’t involve some property damage.

This is when it came to him, an idea that made even that one sound like a perfectly reasonable and sane alternative. Curiously enough, he had it just as he was about to tug on one of his bras with the full intent of removing it from himself, stopped only by the sudden realization that he was going to be wasting a perfectly good opportunity to test his limits. The compressors on him were extremely expensive, some of the best he had; the bras could afford to take on larger sizes, but he never had any real reason to invest in anything bigger. Stil, they were the ones capable of holding back the most of Saturn, and they were already failing to do so; why not, then… wait?

It was such a simple thought, and yet one that brought such a sly smile to his face that, were the yeen to see it reflected in a mirror, he might be genuinely terrified at what was going on behind those glinting eyes of his. Of course he shouldn’t remove any of his trinkets; to do so would be to miss an amazing opportunity, an opportunity to watch as his body grew and grew, closer to the breaking point with each passing second, an opportunity to sit there and observe as the clothing meant to shrink down even the biggest of hypers failed to do anything but sink into his flesh from how much it was failing to contain it. Of course he shouldn’t remove those compressors with his own two hands; his body would do that for him with far more gusto.

The idea was so delectable that Saturn found himself licking his lips without even meaning to, his hands already sunk heavily into his topmost row of breasts, his breath heavy and hot as the mental images of his “perfect self” began to solidify in front of his eyes. He could see himself, bigger than ever, so big in fact that his house crumbled around him. He could see his frame bloated and swollen beyond recognition, four pairs of tits, five, eight, an equal number of cumtanks and half as many cocks, his compressor shorts ripped to shreds and bras reduced to mere threads. He could see himself occupying so much of his living room that the ceiling would prove to be a bigger threat to his comfort than the pressure built up inside of him.

And he could see himself like that before his compressors failed him.

He had to do it, it had to happen. It just wasn’t enough for him to let go so soon, he had to stretch himself to the point where even his expensive gear couldn’t even hope to contain it. It would serve as the greatest send-off, the capstone to the monument of indecency he had inadvertently turned himself into; nothing else would satisfy him like that one moment, the one instant where his clothes were torn to pieces would. Therefore, it was only natural that he sought to find it, even if any sane person would point out that doing so was, to put it lightly, completely insane.

For the yeen, it was as easy as sitting there; after all, nothing was required of him to keep growing, and indeed he was convinced that such a decision was never truly in his hands to begin with. His body was doing whatever it wanted to do, and the only thing Saturn was capable of doing was riding the wave while it lasted. To that end, he somehow managed to drag himself off the couch in order to do things; the concept of imposing some semblance of normality over… everything that happened, really, made for a wonderfully warm, pleasant sensation that he couldn’t quite explain. To him, the idea of carrying on as if everything was just normal was in itself a source of a natural high; perhaps it was the low-key desire for this to be his new normal, for it to never go away and instead become the standard state of affairs, or maybe it was the juxtaposition of the mundane with the obscene. Really, all that mattered was that it made him even harder than normal, enough that he could feel his (indeed three) rods brushing against the inside of his compressor, telling him how close he was to breaking free from it.

That said, the rest of the day carried on without any incidents of note; despite his bras being clearly insufficient to hold all of him back, they were still enough to cover his nipples and, therefore, constant leaking of milk. Somewhere in the dimensional confines they provided, Saturn could feel the liquid pooling up and being pushed into his cleavage, providing its warmth to him and only making his containment become even more precarious than it was already. Down below, the same thing was happening with the rapid release of cum in a near-constant orgasm, until the hyena became convinced that what would finally break him wouldn’t be size, but output. It’d certainly be a wonderful spectacle, provided anyone could see any part of it; by the end of it all he would cover everything he saw in a thick layer of white, gifting his seed and cream to anyone who might remotely want it, and many more who needed convincing.

Movement became steadily more difficult as the day went on, until eventually it became all-but impossible around dinnertime. Despite most of his mind eroding at around the same rhythm as his capacity to move from place to place, Saturn still had enough of him left inside that lewd head of his to remember to call ahead to one of his favourite take-out places, even paying extra so that the delivery person came into the house instead of leaving stuff at the door; this served the dual purpose of keeping him, well… fed, plus giving the yeen an unwilling test subject. For Saturn knew that he was unable to resist the temptations of his own body, but was curious to see if the same was true of other people; after all, his shift manager managed to avoid doing anything of note to him, as did everyone else in the street, prompting the hyena to wonder if he was so gorgeous as he thought. Perhaps it was just him, and other people weren’t nearly as interested in a hyper-sized hyper like them as he thought they were… or maybe it was a question of convenience and context, thereby giving the delivery person an excuse to cut loose as much as Saturn did the moment they were somewhere private.

His answer came much later, after he had squeezed himself back into the living room and crushed the couch underneath his weight. Though it pained him to know he’d need to buy a new one, he nonetheless carried on as if nothing had happened, even going so far as to turn on the television despite being unable to see it. It was truly a wonder how much his body had grown over the course of the day, so much so that either his compressors were far more stuffed than he had initially thought, or his own burgeoning of size was happening at a faster rate than expected. Whatever the case, he could no longer see in front of himself, but both the bras and his shorts still held on admirably, desperately attempting to contain the avalanche of flesh within. It got so bad that Saturn barely heard the knock on the door, only just managing to shout out “It’s open!” before having to stifle a series of undignified noises.

Like a gift from the heavens themselves, the person sent by the restaurant was exactly the same one as the last time the hyena called them up, a young man by the name of Benjamin; the two of them weren’t exactly friends, but seeing as yeen often ordered from the same spot, they were on a first-name basis and were more than happy to strike up a pleasant conversation whenever time allowed for it. Ben was one of the few people who never once drew attention to Saturn’s unique condition as a hyper, even when it was literally staring him in the face, making him the best possible lab rat for the hyena’s impromptu experiments. Benjamin himself couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing; still holding onto the bag with his customer’s food, he slowly walked around the pile of fat and flesh that was the hyena, eyeing him top to bottom with his mouth agape and whole body trembling… not to mention his pants tightening considerably. When he got a warm smile from the yeen, he practically melted, just barely avoiding dropping the bag completely and running away.

No words were exchanged between the two, just looks of mutual understanding and a few moans after the mouse took the liberty to sink one of his hands into the side of Saturn’s lowermost bust; the younger man’s eyes practically glazed over at the myriad of sensations brought about by such a simple gesture, and within a few seconds his work clothes had been discarded, the poor thing vanishing into the tight embrace of Saturn’s many assets.

In what proved to be a stunning lack of foresight, neither of them considered the possibility that the delivery man could get stuck, and assuming it happened, that no one would be there to help them escape. In fact, such a thought didn’t occur to them until several hours later, when the overwhelmingly powerful sensations brought about by having someone wriggle around inside of his busts died down enough for Saturn to lean to the side and grab his by-then cold food, at which point he realized that the restaurant was probably wondering where exactly Benjamin was… which probably explained all of those phonecalls he’d been dutifully ignoring.

Under normal circumstances, the yeen might’ve been worried, panicked perhaps at the prospect of having accidentally incarcerated someone by simply not caring about the consequences of indulging themselves, maybe would’ve even tried to get them out via desperate means, be it by tipping himself sideways or calling for help via the same phone the young mouse dropped on the floor. But those weren’t normal circumstances, nor was Saturn in any way, shape or form capable of making rational decisions; having his captive “pet” exactly where he wanted them was all that he could think of, especially since his assets had grown so much as to be this close to what he considered to be his perfect size.

Somewhere in there, in the mess created by six breasts, six nuts and three cocks all vying for space, Ben the delivery boy was swimming around, jostled and bumped from side to side while his body was squeezed from every direction by soft-yet-stretched flesh, unable to do anything to stop his slow, agonizing descent into immobility. All the poor thing could do was hold still and hope that the pressure wasn’t too much for his body to take, but even as his back complained about the weird contortions and his arms were teetering on the edge of being bent too hard, the mouse’s mind was filled with nothing but a desire for more. Saturn himself was a creature of impossibilities; Ben was half-convinced that whatever was happening wasn’t real and his whole day had just been a particularly vivid lucid dream with a fantastic pay-off, thus making it easy to surrender to his self-imposed prison. With something like the yeen to love and dote on, why bother with such trivialities as food or water or sleep? Better to focus entirely on pleasuring that creature, that thing of beauty that was the hyena, in the hopes they would grow even more. 

This carried on until both of them were simply too exhausted to do much of anything at all, and Saturn fell into a deep sleep that he would only wake up from several hours past the usual time. The constant sounds of the currents roiling around inside of him had done wonders in keeping his brain lulled into inactivity, and even after he did rouse from his slumber, the yeen took a good hour or so before returning to full consciousness, being a bit too busy having his mind be assaulted from all directions by things best left undescribed. He couldn’t even see anything but himself anymore; everything around him had turned into a vast ocean of rippling flesh and slorshing yeen, with only the faintest hints of his compressor gear still being visible. The bras and shorts were beeping loudly, clinging to dear life by literal threads, mere moments away from complete destruction… and somewhere in the middle of it all, Ben was still there, moaning almost as loudly as Saturn was and writhing around in his ever-expanding prison.

It was hard for the hyena to tell, but he suspected his body had developed an extra set of everything; either that or somehow he had bent over himself without completely shattering his apartment. Every wall was pushing back against him, as were the ceiling and floor, with the occasional puffs of dust falling from above. Out in the distance he could hear panicked shouting, and the presence of sirens outside told him that his unfortunate growth spurt hadn’t gone completely unnoticed.

Not that it mattered, of course. No one was able to stop him, not now that even in his compressed state he outsized just about everyone he had ever seen. Whatever was happening to his body underneath the tattered remnants of his protective clothing, it was of such a magnitude that nothing would ever compare to it. And the best part was, it probably wasn’t even done yet; he was still growing, of that he was certain, which meant setting himself free wasn’t really going to make much of a difference in the grand scheme of things. Saturn could only hope that the building had been properly evacuated, because the choice of whether or not to remove his compressors was no longer in his hands.

At least he remembered to eat his dinner before going to sleep the previous night, since he doubted anyone would be in the mood to feed him once he got done demolishing his apartment block and every other one around it. They’d have to do it eventually, as soon as they found out where his body was beneath the mountains of breastflesh and cumstuffed nut; he should probably be worried about the possibility of being smothered underneath his own curves, but he was frankly unable to bring himself to care. As long as the threat was there, then he was happy, as it meant he was finally achieving his true size goals.

Saturn sighed, allowing every muscle he had to relax. He heard the alarm beeps fade away one by one, replaced by the sound of tearing fabric. Within moments, they would fail, and his full body would be revealed to the world. All he had to do was wait.

For about ten seconds.