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🕑 Added 2022-09-26 18:34:59 +0000 UTCShould be there any moment.
That exact same thought had gone through his head several dozen times already. He knew there was an interval: from one to five, including, not counting potential delays. Expecting it to have come early was ridiculous, not that it stopped him, and even now Kay was left staring at the door whenever he couldn’t keep his eyes glued to the television.
It took a surprising amount of willpower to keep himself from just pacing around the room. Knowing what was to come, it was nothing short of a miracle that the bun was even sitting down at all; he should be bouncing around barely able to contain himself, not casually thumping one foot in rhythm with his heartbeat, then at twice the pace, then off-beat tempo, then back to the original rate. One to five, including, and he just had to… wait.
The worst of tortures, that was for certain. How could he be expected to wait when there were so many things he could be doing with that package? How could he be expected to just sit there and do nothing when his life was about to change, when he was mere hours away from being granted his dreams in the form of a conveniently-worn ring? How co-
A doorbell.
Kay didn’t get up from the couch. Or rather, there was a moment when he was seated, and another when he was halfway to the door, but he could hardly be said to have gotten up as opposed to having jumped with a speed too great to be caught on a high-framerate camera. No sooner had the first doorbell ring stopped than Kay was at the door, hand on the knob, pushing it open to greet who he assumed to be the delivery person…
… who had to jump back as they were nearly hit with a solid block of wood travelling too quickly for it to be anywhere safe. Plenty of grumbling, but they did hand over the package, with Kay practically buzzing as he signed his name, handed over a tip, then turned to close the door with one hand while locking it with the other. In his hands, a simple cardboard box, containing a not-so-simple ring that would change everything for him going forward.
Ripping it to shreds revealed the interior to be stuffed with packing peanuts, the actual package itself in the bottom, along with a small instruction booklet; why he’d need a manual for that of all things was a mystery the bun had no intention of solving, so after throwing it away and digging in for the real prize, Kay sat back down at the couch and stood staring at his purchase.
In his hands, a small plastic bag, containing a metallic ring. Made to split in two and then lock back together with a magnetic mechanism, it was supposed to have a “positive enhancement effect” on whoever wore it; while the official publicity materials didn’t outright say it, everyone knew what that effect was supposed to be, there being plenty of testimonials online of those who’d bought the ring before.
That, above all else, was what Kay wanted. So, with a grin too wide for it to be healthy, he ripped the bag apart, took the ring, and applied a small amount of force on opposite sides of it; with a nearly-inaudible click, it separated into two halves, falling onto his palm… while his other one busied itself ripping his shorts and underwear off, exposing his already-turgid foot-long shaft and achingly stuffed pair of balls below.
He’d left himself like this entirely on purpose. He shouldn’t have; part of him knew that only making an already precarious situation worse could only end in disaster, but knowing what it was supposed to do only made it that much more enticing. Of course he had to push the line as far as it went just to see where and how it would break, what would be the point otherwise? Was he to just do things as instructed? To follow the manual?
No. He was going to get back up, put his underwear and shorts back on, and then go for a walk. Normally he wouldn’t be so bold; in fact, his natural reaction in any other circumstance with such a high level of activation would be to stay as far away from other people as possible, but there? There he didn’t think that he should stay home. In fact, he quite believed that he should be going as public as possible, though not with sharing what was actually happening.
It was a sort of effusive, externalised joy that he couldn’t explain. There it was, a ring on him, making sure to improve his form, and that was something for him; this was something he knew was happening, and no one else, and something so wondrous that he couldn’t just stay indoors! He had to go out, had to take a walk and get all that energy out of him, lest it bubble up and end vaporising him from the inside out!
First things first though: had to make sure no one noticed he was wearing the ring. Get some baggier shorts and wait for his dick to soften up, so as to not have that much meat clearly on display, bulging out against one side of his shorts. Only then did Kay even think to get his keys and move towards the door, entirely ignorant of how he was hardening again already, and a small beeping was continuously emitting from the cockring down below.
It was hardly noticeable in the din of the city, doubly so when the bun’s mind was far more concerned with practical matters, such as how to best go about his day without accidentally bumping into someone that might potentially discover what he was doing. Kay settled for a walk by the seaside: plenty of people there at that time of the day and year, and no one was bound to stop him, not on the promenade where staying still meant getting bumped hard enough to fall on the ground.
At first, things seemed to be going exactly as planned: that is to say, nothing of note happened. It was strange, to know that nothing was taking place apart from just a walk; for Kay, the idea that he might have ever derived a sense of scandalous pleasure out of knowing something no one else did, out of some sort of exhibitionism that only he knew about, was… odd. He couldn’t say he was entirely at peace with it, but he was wearing the cockring, so that was a plus.
He didn’t notice the first changes taking place, begrudgingly accepting them as just the logical consequence of what was happening already: after all, it made sense for him to grow harder a second time, seeing as he very much had gone in that direction when he first put the ring on. Of course he had to dip into a bathroom to try and cool himself off, only to promptly fail at it; it was just himself, and nothing more was to be expected.
It was only after leaving the bar, believing himself to be close to a much-needed return home, that Kay noticed something was definitely off. He felt hard, yes, and he felt fuller than usual, but he did just leave the house without emptying out, and that was bound to cause trouble… but he wasn’t softening again. Normally, even in his periods of greatest arousal, the whole thing was cyclical: if he just waited for a bit, it would go down.
Except, that time, it absolutely did; if anything, his cock was only growing harder and thicker by the moment, to the point where, when he looked down, Kay’s cheeks instantly flushed a deep red when he saw that the bulge was perfectly noticeable, even at a glance. Indeed, looking back up revealed to him at least four passersby whose eyes veered towards him; or, more specifically, a very particular part of him, only growing more prominent as it, well, grew.
Now that… was a problem. Not the growth part, the ring was supposed to make him bigger… just not that quickly. At least, Kay assumed it wasn’t meant to be that fast; every review he saw, every post, every comment, mentioned results being long-term, with “repeated exposure” as the keywords, repeated so often that it felt like a guerilla sales pitch. Did he accidentally put it on wrongly? Did he forget to activate some sort of safety switch?
Maybe, the bun realised as another pressure wave crashed into his package and it expanded another inch in every direction, he should’ve read the instruction manual instead of just slapping the thing on and hoping for the best. Grumbling, cursing himself under his breath, Kay turned around, having decided to just march right back home before anything bad happened, before anyone noticed that he was growing a tad bit too much for someone his size.
Only to have the entire right side of his shirt rip open.
He froze. Scanning his surroundings, no one seemed to have noticed, or at least no one was impolite enough to stare at him, despite the tearing cloth having been perfectly audible. Maybe they were all too busy; Kay definitely wasn’t, not when his right hand traced his fur all the way from his armpit to his waist, revealing not just a massive hole in his shirt, but how tight his skin felt under his fur.
Maybe another day, he would’ve ignored what his fingertips told him, but not that day. Running them over himself again, it soon became evident that what he was feeling was muscle; not just the regular stuff, what he already had there and used on a regular basis, but the sort of bulk that only people who properly exercised had.
Now, he wasn’t the most sedentary of people, but he certainly didn’t hit the gym, and definitely didn’t work out enough to be… well, muscular. But as he tried moving again, and as he twisted and turned his torso from side to side to experiment with his shirt’s tightness, he noticed that he had considerably less space to move in there than he had before; it was almost as if the item of clothing had become nearly skintight, hugging his form when it had been suitably loose and comfortable on leaving the house less than an hour before.
It certainly wasn’t helped by how his cock and balls were still growing, and definitely growing now that Kay was paying attention. He wasn’t just getting hornier (just; he was absolutely getting hornier despite the increasing amounts of anxiety), he was getting bigger, his nuts bloating with more seed than they ever had, and his dick threatening to just pop out the bottom of his shorts! In fact, all of him felt like it was being pumped larger and larger, discomfort married to obscene amounts of enjoyment as his brain struggled to come up with any way to rationalise what was happening.
It had to be the ring, it just had to be… but he couldn’t just go nude in public and take it off. That was a crime, probably, not to mention he’d have to go nude in public, which terrified Kay more than anything the cockring could do to him. No, he had to rush home, lock himself behind the doors, and do his best to take the damned thing off before it could do anything else to him; he just also had to make sure nothing bad happened along the way.
The first step, Kay reassured himself, would be the worst one. It would take pain, effort, and a ridiculous amount of willpower to move what he could feel was extra mass, but once that was done, it was just a matter of gaining momentum and using it to keep moving. As it turned out, this was entirely false; if anything, the first step was the easiest, as the bun had the least amount of mass to worry about, whereas every time he tried to move an inch afterwards, it was like dragging a mountain behind himself.
He was sluggish, slow to react and respond, and heavy. The latter was what truly got to him, the one thing that wormed into the back of his head and began fiddling with the wires: he could feel the extra bun mass, he could feel the pendulous weight of his orbs and his shaft, he could feel how his muscles bulged and thickened, hardening into a physique that he definitely hadn’t fantasized about beforehand.
People around him were staring as well. He could tell; some were decent enough to try to hide it, but he could still see. Others, unfortunately, were not as kind; it was a public promenade, no one was stopping anyone from ogling one another, and with no shortage of hypers near the beach, it was unsurprising that a body like his would attract attention. It wasn’t as if Kay was a stranger to those thoughts either; while he certainly wouldn’t have actually wanted to do it, the idea of being large enough to be the centre of attention had crossed his mind before.
Now though, involuntarily thrust into the spotlight, all he wanted was to get out of there, and preferably closer to the instruction booklet. With the tearing of cloth and the straining of fabric, with the heavy thumping of every footfall and the grunting of a body that grew bigger and bulkier by the moment, Kay was being tested; if he faltered, even once, it would all be over.
He knew himself, and while he knew he wasn’t the kind for public displays of anything, he also knew that when he was sufficiently horny, the outside world just ceased existing. If this transformative process advanced enough, if it took hold of him with enough of a tight grip that he was thrown down the pit of his own ecstasy, there was a decent chance he might just do something to embarrass himself… and, while mortifying, the underlying cause was still enough to leave Kay thinking whether or not that was a good thing.
He shook his head, almost trying to physically push the thoughts away. He had to focus on home: finding his way home, getting home, locking the door to his home, and making sure no one but himself was in his home. Then, and only then, could he maybe think about indulging himself a little bit; after all, he did have the cockring on, and it was having the intended effect, just not in the timescale he expected.
The bun wasn’t going to complain about his cock and balls growing larger, he just didn’t want it to happen out in public where everyone could see it. So, if he could, say, sneak back into his house, sneak himself out of his clothes, and appreciate a good growth episode? He wasn’t going to say no; he’d be an idiot if he did so!
That of course assumed he could even get back to his place, as opposed to being stopped midway through by his own libido; and even “midway” was being generous, given that Kay was very much still in the promenade, surrounded by an ever-increasing number of people who were acutely aware of what was happening to him. Or, perhaps, simply knew something was up; normally, regular folk didn’t start hulking out of their clothes for no apparent reason, so obviously this had to be some form of hyper that had forgotten to keep themselves under control.
It was seen as somewhat uncouth for it to happen, but it did happen, and everyone just had to learn to deal with it. Being “blessed” with a body that could grow far beyond normal ranges wasn’t something that the majority of individuals knew how to deal with off the bat; they required training, discipline, and a great amount of time before they could find the correct strategies to minimise scenes like the one the bun was going through.
Said bun, however, was not a hyper, nor did he know how to handle the sheer onslaught of sensory feedback he was being pelted by from every direction. If it had just been his cockring, that would’ve been one thing: absolutely hard to contain, and still needing him to find a private spot to weather it out, but with his entire body growing, Kay just didn’t know what to do. He wanted to moan, wanted to externalise what he was feeling, but, at the same time, knew very well that if he did so, that’d be the end of it.
The last thing he wanted was for someone to call the police and for himself to have public indecency charges thrown at him… though, spending some time alone in a cell to recentre himself might be exactly what he needed to calm down. Either that, or someone else throwing a bucket of cold water onto him whenever he started getting too antsy; Kay simply couldn’t trust himself at that point.
Then again, could anyone? With his body expanding at a slow, but steady rhythm, it would’ve been far too much to ask from anyone to keep their wits about them; how could they, when the primary sensation they had was pressure, a sense of tightness all around as their clothes struggled to hold them back, to contain a body that could not, and would not, be kept imprisoned? The best the bun could do was try to keep himself stiff, preventing any movement that didn’t pertain to the legs, and even then this was barely enough.
Every step he took caused audible ripping, as not only did his pants tear themselves apart under the strain, but, despite his best efforts, his shirt was slowly cut to ribbons by the swelling musculature underneath. Though, whenever he looked closely at himself, in those moments where he allowed himself to look closely, he wasn’t seeing rock-solid muscle mass; he was bulkier, yet, but not a titan of raw power like he imagined himself becoming.
Instead, there was a lot more pudge there, almost as if he were fattening up, though… not really. Hard to explain; could be that his brain just wasn’t ready for what it was going through, and decided to start mixing up the signals in an attempt to not be overwhelmed. One moment, Kay felt powerful; the next, he just felt heavy, and this kept alternating until he didn’t know what was happening to him beyond the simple reality that he was, indeed, getting bigger.
Soon, every step was accompanied not just with the sound of ripping cloth, but with a low, bassy thump; his weight was such that just putting his paws down was enough to make his surroundings tremble, a low-level earthquake emanating from himself as the epicentre. For Kay, nothing could be worse, as now there was no way of even trying to pass by unnoticed; while he could theoretically have relied on people choosing not to pay attention to yet another “hyper” growing uncontrollably, now he created a public disturbance whenever he moved!
And he had to move! He couldn’t just stand there in the middle of the promenade and wait for things to calm down, he had to go somewhere that he wouldn’t bother people… though, this meant moving, which meant bothering people, which led to the best solution being to stand still, circle back around and Kay had a headache. Torn between two sides of himself, both vying for dominance, the end result was a punch-drunk bun meandering about, unconsciously bumping into people and almost stumbling over himself whenever he did take a step in any direction.
In the meantime, he kept growing. Kay’s indecision wasn’t going to stop the cockring from doing what it had to do; if anything, him keeping the damned thing on was only giving it further territory to work with, warping his body to the point where, eventually, he began feeling the ground in three spots rather than just the usual two. He did try to rationalise it; maybe that was just the tattered remnants of his clothes, somehow feeding back to his brain, or perhaps his paws being large enough that it gave the impression of a third source of sensory information.
Or, perhaps, his balls had just landed on the ground, and were now being dragged across it whenever he moved. That was always a distinct possibility, so much so that one could even call it likely given what had just happened to him; Kay didn’t feel like looking down to confirm, but, to a certain extent, he didn’t even need to: after a while, the heft of it all made it patently obvious what was actually taking place, and no matter how much he may want to deny it, the bun was left with the dreadful realisation that his balls had bloated that large.
Not to mention his dick, which went by entirely unnoticed thanks to the two distractions underneath it. The bun made a conscious effort not to bring his hands over to it either; not that he didn’t want to, but he knew that any form of stimulation ran the risk of overriding his better judgement, and he was already on thin ice when it came to that. He knew that once he started running his fingers along the length of his manhood, whatever control he still had over himself, little though it may be, would evaporate into thin air.
This didn’t necessarily stop him though, to be perfectly fair. He still had urges, he still had desires, and though he did consciously try and stop himself from doing anything stupid, the bigger he became, the harder it was for Kay to stop his body from doing things on its own. His dumb, primal lizard brain wanted to get off, and for that, the easiest way was just to jack off: perfectly acceptable within the confines of his home, but hardly something he could afford doing out there in public!
Still, before he knew it, he had one hand on it. Kay didn’t notice when it happened; far as he could tell, it just happened at some point, and before he could do anything about it, the tactile feedback had already guaranteed he would never let go. It made it obvious just how massive he’d become, was the problem; up until the point where he actually grabbed his cock, the bun could only assume its size, but now?
Now he knew. Now he could tell that, even though his hands had also grown along with the rest of him, he could barely hold onto a quarter of his full shaft; hell, even with his palm wrapped firmly around it, the girth of it was such that he just managed to bring his thumb over to close the loop with his other fingertips… and this wouldn’t remain as such for long, not when he felt the damned thing swell and surge with every heartbeat.
Whenever he sensed blood rushing into it, his cock pulsating briefly on an ever-increasing rhythm, it never quite “settled” properly. Rather than throbbing to a larger size and then returning to what it had been, it always felt like it “kept” some of the extra size gained, advancing forwards and outwards, inch after painstaking inch, leaving Kay in a state that could best be described as insensate: he could feel his growth as it happened, and, lacking any frame of reference for it, just completely lost it.
Those nearest to him had a few seconds to dodge away from the falling bun, collapsing backwards as his ability to control his legs bled away from him. There was a wide, goofy grin on his lips when he slammed onto the wooden floorboards of the promenade, his eyes foggy and every muscle in his body limp apart from the arm used to grip onto his shaft… and the shaft itself, whose veins throbbed nearly as hard as the whole thing itself.
There were still thoughts left in Kay’s mind, but those were quickly dealt with now that his more lustful side had taken over. Maybe once it was over, he’d look back at what had just happened and be thoroughly mortified at the notion that he’d done all of that in public, but, for the time being, there was nothing in that skull of his beyond a single, all-consuming need: to get off.
Surrounding this were many other, smaller wants, all of which were subordinated to this central drive: he wanted to stroke himself, he wanted to moan, he wanted to grow, he wanted to fill, he wanted to do everything in his power to make the experience be as mind-numbingly powerful as it could be, nevermind how he was in full view of everyone. He didn’t even notice the cockring anymore: its blinking red light, the one way the system had to alert its user that it should disengage the lock, was happily ignored by a bun far too concerned with abusing the transformative effects for his own benefit, thoroughly uncaring of whatever consequences might befall him.
Had Kay actually read through the manual currently lying abandoned on the ground in his home, he would’ve known the manufacturer advised against using the cockring for longer than ten minute stretches at a time; cumulatively, one could have a few hours’ worth of use every day, but the system was designed to be worn in short bursts, followed by cooldown periods. In fact, the booklet outright warned against prolonged usage, with all the side effects being laid out for all to see.
The bun, of course, knew none of this, nor did he particularly care about it; not anymore at least, not after his brain’s pleasure centres were hijacked and turned into mush by the constant injections of ecstasy being produced between his legs. That and the pressure of it: even though he ended up stroking himself with both hands, causing one hell of a mess as his precum came spurting out with ridiculous speed, this wasn’t enough; there was just too much of it to be properly vented with just one cock, so his body had to find a way to take care of that.
Thus, he began feeling bloated. It was extremely easy to ignore at first; he was, after all, technically bloating everywhere, and with those two cumtanks taking the lion’s share of the growth, why should Kay care about anything else? Of course he felt bloated, he was bloated; it’d be weird if he didn’t feel like that, especially once his nuts began spilling over his knees and encroaching on the ground on the other side of his legs!
It wasn’t until a few minutes after his collapse that Kay realised this new sense of fullness wasn’t coming from between his legs, but from directly above them. While his fingers were much too busy taking care of his cock to find anything else of worth, his eyes still darted from side to side, scanning his body for any changes, that he might feast on them and arouse himself further. It was here that the bun saw what looked to be a small bump on his belly, one that grew wider and taller as the seconds ticked by; what it was, he couldn’t tell, but as the pressure within his cum factories rose and a same sensation of being stuffed spread upwards to his gut… well, he could make some conclusions.
He might not know why it was happening, nor indeed how it was possible, but he knew his belly was becoming a reservoir, a backup storage tank for a pair of nuts too productive for even their own ludicrous size. And while his old self might’ve panicked at the notion (quite rightfully so, in fact), this new, far more laid back Kay barely even registered what was happening; sure, his belly was bloating and it was probably a direct result of his balls filling too quickly, who cared? Why did it matter?
If anything, he should be making it go faster! His dick might be hard, but he could still move it around, and with how weighty it was, getting it to flop back onto his chest was, unsurprisingly, quite easy. Getting it into his mouth was a different matter altogether, but with the additional size granted to his body, he managed… eventually. It was sloppy, it left his head glazed, but his eyes were already such, so it was really just a case of getting the rest of himself up to speed.
His belly was filling up, so, obviously, he had to help it along. There was so much still inside of his nuts that he had to empty them out… and he couldn’t just make a mess of things on the outside, could he? That was a public place he was in, he couldn’t coat it in his spunk, someone might get some on themselves! He might accidentally contaminate a terrace or end up squirting some onto someone’s eyes!
No, the safest way of getting rid of all that excess cum he was building up was to just drink it up himself. A sacrifice, but one he was willing to make for the greater good; besides, he’d never been so big that he could give himself a blowjob before, so it’d be a brand new experience! And wasn’t that the reason why he bought the cockring to begin with? If anything, he was just doing what he always wanted to do; that he had spectators was less important than the fact that he had something for which there could be spectators!
So he readied himself. Paws on his gargantuan cum tankers, fingers at the ready, mouth stretched open. And when he felt that the time was right, and he could finally unload completely… he just pushed into his nuts.
And the floodgates were opened.
