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Prompt of the Week - Week 88
🕑 Added 2022-04-03 16:21:47 +0000 UTCTAGS: Growth/Expansion, Wish Come True, Hyper/Hyper Growth, Domestic Hyper
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She didn’t know what to do anymore.
There came a point where both of them had to sit down and actually discuss matters seriously, rather than carrying on with the constant dancing around the subject. It had been festering for months already, and it wasn’t going to be them acting like it wasn’t there that made it go away; they needed action, and needed it yesterday… but it’d be a whole lot simpler if it didn’t involve at least one of them needing several chairs just to be able to sit down.
A great deal of work was needed to get the hyena on the same level as her boyfriend, mostly on account of the prodigious amounts of ass the latter had on him. Having him move anywhere had always been a chore, but the previous months had turned it into such a hassle that even the big cat himself had begun feeling like his body was more work than it was worth… in their bad days, but still.
The yeen did her best to try and make it more bearable, but there was only so much that she could do before she reached her limit. She was just a regular person: no excessively sized anything, no extra bells and whistles, nothing beyond a reasonably athletic body honed by years of cardio and assorted exercise. She could lift… enough. She never had any trouble with groceries or the odd box that needed moving, but there was a significant difference between that and the person she’d been living with for the past five years.
The cat was… special. A hyper, as they were called, those possessed of just the right combination of genes to allow their bodies to grow far beyond the normal range one would expect from your average adult. Not just that, but he was one of the rare ones, because of course he was; why would the universe let them have anything, when it could throw challenge after challenge at the couple and expect them to deal with it? No, instead, it made the cat a Class-One hyper, one who wasn’t purely blessed with one part of their body growing abnormally large, as opposed to most of it.
Granted, there were a few bits that didn’t get any larger: their head, for once, as well as their arms. Their hands and paws, those remained relatively at the same size, even if the latter had to grow just enough to keep from being buried underneath an avalanche of feline from up above. Legs and ass though? Waistline, belly? Tits too, along with the balls and cock down below? Well, those were quite a big bigger than what one would expect from someone who used to be about five-foot-seven at age twenty, when the genetic sequence kicked in and he began waking up slightly larger every day.
It’d been a harrowing process, made worse by how it still wasn’t over. While the initial growth spurt had only lasted a month or so, granting William most of his size, the residual expansive process that he was left with still worked on his body to that day; he wasn’t ever going to stop growing, even if the rate of it would peter out to almost nothing by the time he reached his late fifties and early sixties. As a result, the cat that Emily had met was not the one she saw sitting in front of him, five years later; mentally they might be, but physically… that was where the problem lay.
She tried her best. She did. The yeen started hitting the gym precisely because she wanted to make sure she could give her boyfriend everything he needed and wanted; not that she was a slob or weakling, but there was only so much one could do when one’s partner was several times their size and still getting bigger. And though her excitement knew no bounds, though Emily was nothing if not supportive and Willian did his best to help whenever possible, there were physical limits to how much either of them could assist one another, limits that had been reached some time prior.
The couple’s sex life was less than stellar, by which they of course meant it was entirely nonexistent. It used to exist, back when sizes were still manageable; hell, back then, the yeen went out of her way to give her little kitten all the release he needed, and absolutely not just because having a cock spear through her lower body was one of the most transcendent experiences she’d gone through in her entire life. For his part, the big cat himself was more than happy to provide whenever possible, even if this did, unfortunately, lead to him slowly growing further out than he would’ve had he kept it in his pants.
This was the crux of the issue: though growth was expected, the two of them most definitely made it worse by virtue of not having an ounce of self-control, and now they were paying the price for it. With the yeen increasingly unable to take the cat’s size, and the latter not wanting to push the line as much with the former as he continued to grow, the two of them were stuck trying to come up with a solution that, put simply, didn’t exist.
The only way out of there was if Emily, somehow, developed the right genes to become a hyper as well, but barring extensive genetic remodeling beyond their ability to afford, this just wasn’t an option. There were always alternative methods, but they were all so… insufficient. Orgasm still happened, and to both of them as well, but compared to what they used to do, it felt more like they were going through the motions rather than fucking one another with the same gusto as before.
Emily in particular was taking the hardest, and not just because she was no longer taking it the hardest. She could always take care of herself if needed, and there was still a gargantuan shaft waiting for her at the end of the day; problem being, the yeen had to wrap herself around it rather than have it pierce her lower lips and stretch out her insides before painting them white, and she was, perhaps, just a tad too spoiled in that department. Seeing it there, wherever William happened to be, was a reminder of what she’d lost, and they’d both lost; that it was their fault didn’t make it better, seeing as the doctors said that a more moderate sex life would’ve given them enough time that Emily could feasibly save up for genetic treatment.
Instead, they had to sit down and talk about whatever random possibilities they thought of, none of them remotely feasible, all of them there purely so they could pretend like they were talking about it instead of avoiding the subject. It was a talk that lasted for long enough that both parties simply stepped away from it rather than continuing the charade: an excuse here, another there, and they both suddenly had a lot of things to do, nevermind how it was the hyena’s day off and the big cat was on government assistance.
The rest of the day proceeded as the others had leading up to it: slowly. Slow, boring, uneventful, where nothing happened but the most basic of domestic tasks, until Emily cooked something up for the both of them and then excused herself to turn in early while William finished up one of his games, she wasn’t paying attention. Once in her bedroom, the yeen wrapped herself in her blankets and just… stared. Stared at the wall, wondering whether she was desolate enough to cry, trying to put into words just what she was feeling.
It wasn’t sadness as much as it was disappointment. Emily felt more like she wasn’t doing enough, not that either of them had crossed a line they shouldn’t have; they might’ve sped the process up, but it was inevitable that they’d reach that point. No, the only issue at play was that she couldn’t do what she used to, and had no way out of that hole, not without financially ruining herself and her sweet Bill at the same time. The best they could do was keep trying to find ways around it until, at some point in the future, they could afford gene treatment to get the yeen somewhere that she could actually take the cat currently trying to busy himself in the next room over.
Emily fell asleep with one thought in her head: wanting to be bigger. Not for herself (mostly), but for Bill: if she was just a bit larger, just a bit stretchier as well, then the two of them could go back to how they were before! Sure, they’d likely make the cat even bigger in the process, thus restarting the process and leaving them in an even worse position, but the sexual frustration was rapidly reaching a point where it boiled over into outright lunacy, and neither of the two lovebirds were interested in actually losing their minds over their balls being so blue. For both of them as well!
A sleepless night followed, with the yeen waking up the following morning feeling like her whole body had just been dipped in a hot bath and left to stew there for several hours: the selfsame mixture of utter relaxedness and the sensation of melting away that had led to her never using a sauna since that one time during her gal’s night out; once was enough. Looking to her side, she didn’t see William there; normally, when Emily turned in early, he just snuck into the room as quietly as he could (relatively speaking) and did his best not to let his specialty bed creak too loudly so as to not wake her up. For him to not be there was… worrying, to say the least.
The TV was off as well, or at least so low that the yeen couldn’t hear it. As consciousness returned, she recalled what the cat had been doing before she went to bed, then rolled her eyes at the most likely scenario already unfurling in her mind. She was going to need to have a chat with Bill over his sleep habits, lest the two of them go entirely out of synch and she lose the precious few hours she already had with him.
Getting up, however, proved to be somewhat difficult, and by somewhat difficult, Emily plopped out of bed and slammed face-first onto the ground… or would’ve, if there hadn’t been something in the way. She was ready, her arms outstretched, prepared to have her faced smushed in hard enough to look like a pug, only for something very large and very soft to get in between herself and the wooden panelling.
Opening her eyes didn’t help, given the preponderance of herself in the way. It took a short while before the yeen’s eyes adapted well enough to being awake that they began transmitting the correct information to her tired, still-booting brain; reality, as it were, had suddenly become a great deal more confusing, because the last time she checked, she wasn’t large enough for her tits to serve as shock-absorbing beanbags, and yet there they were, right in front of her, keeping her face safely away from the floor.
All Emily could manage was to remain as she was: lying down, presumably her breasts as well, trying to comprehend what she was seeing. Two enormous mounds, attached to her chest below the collarbone, packing enough mass in them that the yeen could practically feel their sheer weight, subconsciously dreading the impact on her spine already. Two breasts, definitely hers, having suddenly sprung overnight.
The noise that came out of her mouth a moment later could be charitably described as a cross between a shocked yelp, a panicked screech, and the victorious shout of an athlete who just won their first marathon. A confusing mixture, to be sure, and one that left Emily feeling lightheaded once she was done making her throat scratch; in the end, nothing really changed, as her tits were still there, and she was still just as unable to get up because of them.
… or was she?
She hadn’t actually tried, just flopped out of bed and called it a day until just then. At no point did the yeen put any effort into trying to get her fat ass off the ground, and given what happened when she did, that descriptor was most definitely apt. Like before, belief came a long while after realisation, as the discrepancy between what she knew of herself versus what she was had reached such a critically high level that it bordered on her feeling like her mind had been transplanted into a different body entirely: on trying to get up, she felt her ass bump against the wall.
Never in her life had she had that problem. Plenty of space in her old bedroom, plenty of space in that bedroom, no reason for her to bump into it, much less from where she was; the yeen had flopped out of bed and ended right beside it, not glued to the wall a couple of feet away! For her to be feeling one of her cheeks flattened against it was not only impossible, it was ludicrous; only hypers grew that big, and the last time she checked, she wasn’t a hyper!
At least, not until Emily forced herself onto a standing position and found herself quite a ways up from where her perspective normally sat at. She wasn’t just looking over the bed, she was looming over, a significant portion of her bust resting on the mattress even with her standing up fully. It was hard for her to parse what she was seeing, given how it couldn’t be real; certainly didn’t help that both of her cheeks were firmly pressing against the wall behind her, which had to mean her ass was enormous… and as much as she wanted it to be, it most definitely wasn’t.
But the longer she stood there, the more the yeen came to the conclusion that no, she wasn’t sleeping still, and this wasn’t some kind of hyper-realistic lucid dream that her mind had cooked up from the brothy stew of her innermost desires and darkest dreams. This was real, and she had somehow, against all logic and reason, woken up several times bigger than she had been going to bed, and now Emily was concerned she had somehow eaten William and gained their size, or something equally as ridiculous.
“Bill?” she called out, her voice cracking slightly, “Bill, where are you?”
“In the living room!” came the muffled response, prompting Emily to breathe out, both relieved and angered that the silly idiot wasn’t next to her in such a crucial moment, “Sorry, fell asleep last night!”
“Yeah, I can see that! Just… stay there, I’m coming.”
The yeen missed the confused “Ok?” she received in response, being slightly too concerned with… herself, mostly. Getting her body to move was a chore in and of itself, her motor functions so thoroughly affected by the sudden change that she couldn’t even take a single step without having her hand on the wall to anchor her. Add to that the noises as well, and it was unsurprising that a short, breathy moan escaped from her lips in the first attempt.
It was stronger than her. With her body wobbling like gelatin, the sound of slorshing wasn’t too far behind. Her tits, released from the confines of the yeen’s pyjamas, were free to jiggle and sway atop what felt like a rotund, immense gut, causing their apparently liquid contents to churn around loudly enough for her to hear. This was accompanied by the sensation of warmth on her body out front, two conspicuous trickles running down to her legs and an additional set of weights between them.
By then, Emily was biting her lower lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, struggling desperately not to let her arousal be known. If she let those bottled-up noises escape, the whole building would be made privy, and that was such a mortifying notion that it actually helped push them back down, just long enough that Emily forced herself through the door after struggling for about five minutes.
Every step she took made her entire body rumble, her mind rattled and twisted by the sensations filtering through to her pleasure centres. The very act of walking had become unbearably arousing, as her physical self, renewed and engorged, pushed against its curves, its weight shifting unto itself, letting the yeen know just how immense her couch-smothering cheeks were, how stuffed her person-sized tits were, how desperate for release the beachballs down below were. Every moment spent not fucking was a moment wasted; she needed to get to the living room.
But therein lay the one silver lining: in the living room was William. And as Emily shoved herself through the door, as she grunted and groaned, as her body cracked the doorframe and part of the wall, as she surprised the cat so much that he nearly tipped over from how hard he flinched, the yeen knew she’d at least get a happy ending out of it.
Indeed, just looking at William was enough for her to know that, after the initial shock wore off, the first emotion that filtered through was pure, unfettered horny. She could tell that, were it not for him being still larger than her, and thus significantly harder to move around, the big cat would’ve gotten up himself, just to throw his own body at hers. She knew that, in spite of everything, she had at least gotten exactly what she wanted out of that change, inexplicable though it may be. So why wait for things to happen when she could make them happen instead?
The two of them had a lot of lost time to make up for.
