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Prompt of the Week - Week 38
🕑 Added 2021-03-13 13:59:26 +0000 UTCTAGS: Artistic License - Nuclear Physics, RADIOACTIVE GROWTH, Hyper, Bottomless/Excessive Cum
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After three or so hours of frantic panic, things finally looked ready to calm down… to a certain extent. The situation could hardly be called contained, controlled, or in any way actually managed at all, but somehow, against all odds, it was at least stable, and that was all that mattered. Sure, they were quickly running out of room to put all the excedent material in, but at least the whole area was turning into some kind of radioactive hellhole wasteland rendered unlivable for the next few decades, so that was a plus. Not exactly the best of standards to compare the disaster too either, but given the sheer scale of the disaster, the power plant’s crew was ready and willing to take this as a victory.
It did create a bit of a problem though, given the unique method through which the meltdown was handled. Normally, when things got as bad as they did, standard protocol was typically to evacuate, call for outside help and begin containment and decontamination efforts, because all attempts at actually slowing down the reaction had failed so miserably as to actually make it worse at times; with the memories of previous failures very much burned into their heads and the entire crew desperate not to let this one be added to the annals of history, they worked themselves to the bone, so much so that those three hours felt like multiple weeks by the time they managed to sit back down and get some rest. Even then, it wasn’t because of something they actually did; or, to be more precise, not something the team in general did.
Rather, there was a single person to congratulate for the meltdown being averted, even if no one quite knew how exactly it worked, why they hadn’t died a horrible death, or how in blazes all of the excess energy had just up and vanished into… some very specific parts of their body. Even more confusing was the fact that the bat was one of their newest hires; they had some experience in the field, but also had only been working there for about two weeks at that point, and often struggled to remember the names of everyone they were operating the plant with. To have them so readily throw themselves into the proverbial line of fire for the sake of everyone else was nothing short of admirable, though given what actually happened afterwards, some were wondering if it hadn’t been a deliberate move on their part; they were, after all, suspiciously calm throughout the entire ordeal, almost like the prospect of a nuclear plant losing control of its reactor wasn’t something they should be worried about. In fact, the more the crew had to attend to his now-very-specific needs, the more they became convinced that at least some part of the bat was enjoying what happened to him, which truly boggled the mind.
Still, the incident had to be reported to the higher-ups, and that meant a very uncomfortable phone call on the part of the chief engineer present at the site. With a cigarette in his mouth and a lighter shaking in one hand, he leaned over the windowsill on the guardpost at the outer perimeter, grabbing the speaker and dialing the number for HQ; looking over his shoulder at the ruined power plant, he sighed, still struggling to come up with some way to relay what had happened without being dismissed as some kind of prank call. He could barely even believe it himself, which made it significantly harder to finagle up some premium bullshit; being half-convinced that he was suffering from some kind of radiation-induced hallucination put far too many holes in whatever narrative he cooked up. Still, he kept the phone up to one of his ears, occasionally taking the cigarette from his mouth to stare at it, lost in thought; just what the fuck were they supposed to do now?
The direct hotline was picked up on the other end by a very worried-sounding old man who immediately barraged the chief engineer with a series of questions that the latter chose to ignore, waiting until his interlocutor was over before speaking up. It took him a few tries before he actually got any words out, especially since he was still occasionally looking up behind him every few seconds to observe the absolute lunacy that was unfolding just a few hundred yards away; he was going to have to explain that, and he wasn’t very thrilled about it.
Rather than absorbing a lethal dose of radiation and immediately keeling over dead from overexposure, the bat who threw himself at the overloaded reactor core in order to “save” everyone instead seemingly absorbed the entire reaction itself. In a single moment, all the alarms that had been blaring for hours went from ear-grating to deathly silent, the machinery monitoring the power plant’s system went quiet, and all the gauges just… shut off. It was as if the entire core had been unplugged from the main system, and while that thought was terrifying enough to keep everyone on edge, what they were seeing from the security cameras was enough to pull straight back into the realm of the utterly bizarre, for there, right where the core used to be, was now an empty space, completely taken over by the bat.
Or, more specifically, a part of the bat. Whether it be a quirk of their biology or quantum probability having a field day with impossibilities, the newest hire to their crew had fully occupied the space that had been previously taken up by the reactor core; except, while their main body remained exactly the same size as before, their nuts and shaft had engorged themselves to such a degree that it was frankly nothing short of a miracle that they were still intact and not bursting from the pressure. Those present could sense the heat coming off of them, resulting in the poor guy sweating like an open faucet, with the faintest glow emanating from within… a glow that was externalized very quickly, when they began stroking themselves for relief and ended up causing a cascade of spunk that was coloured like the kind of radioactive sludge one would see in a cheap B-movie production.
No one knew why exactly the crew reacted the way they did, but everyone had the same thought: that jizz had to be radioactive itself. Thus, it was now imperative that they try and contain it as best as possible, and seeing as they were all in gear anyway, containment efforts went from trying to keep the reactor core under control to barreling up all of that spooling cum in an effort to keep it from covering too much of the floor. This would’ve been bad enough on its own, but the bat’s body had more surprises for them, because it wasn’t staying the same size; though imperceptible at first, it was clear that no matter how much of the sludge-like spunk was scooped up and dumped into lead barrels, more was there and ready to take its place, until the sheer amount of production began to overwhelm the bat’s ability to output it properly. The result was a steady growth in the circumference of his nuts, one that went from just a couple of inches every few minutes, to openly covering feet of terrain in the same time period.
This very quickly turned out to be both (seemingly) irreversible and unstoppable, with the growth accelerating the more work was put into trying to keep it contained, to the point where everyone involved began wondering if it wouldn’t have been better to just let the reactor go into complete meltdown. At least that way they’d know the extent of the damage and where to focus their efforts, rather than being left with an absolutely colossal pair of cumtanks and an equally gigantic cock that didn’t seem to want to stop growing at any point; inches turned to feet turned to yards as the reactor core’s room soon became far too small to handle the bat’s body, and rather than it slowing down as it occupied every available cubic inch of volume, it instead kept going, and within minutes, had broken free from the thick walls and was very much on its way to the outside world.
Evacuation efforts commenced immediately, with the power plant’s crew dragging out as many barrels as they could in a last-ditch attempt to holding back the tide, one that grew thicker and more powerful as time went on. It seemed that with each of the bat’s releases, their loads grew bigger and more unwieldy, until dozens of gallons of spunk were rained upon onlookers who happened to be too close to the disaster area. No one quite knew what to make of it, hence the decision to call for help and hope that someone else had some kind of plan they could use… or, barring that, some words of encouragement for the clean-up crew.
“Alright, so, I’m gonna level with you,” the engineer spoke up after sensing an opportunity to interject, “the latest hire decided to throw himself into the reactor in order to stop it from melting into slag, and instead of him turning into goop, the whole just up and fucking vanished and now we have a problem with his nuts being so big that they just broke through the containment facility. And no, before you ask, I’m not fucking kidding, you can access the CCTV network remotely and take a look for yourself; I don’t fuckin’ know if you have some kinda plan for hypers going out of control, but if you do, we’d be really fucking appreciative if you’d like to share.”
Silence. Whatever reaction this sudden spiel had provoked in the person on the other end of the line, it was clearly powerful enough that it stopped them from asking if this was some kind of practical joke, and the entire supercritical event had been smoke and mirrors. The engineer could tell that his boss was struggling to say something, perhaps even question their underling’s future employment, but something must’ve clicked in their head, because they eventually turned their head away from the speaker and began yelling to someone else in the room with them. Presumably, they were making good on that offer to check the cameras, given the amount of ruckus the unfortunate supervisor could hear coming down the line, and when the higher-ups inevitably stumbled upon the right feed, they too had the exact same reaction that everyone else did.
Then again, to be fair, they hadn’t had the privilege of being able to see the bat progressing from merely big enough to take up a significant chunk of the room to being so utterly massive as to destroy a building; hell, they weren’t even seeing the poor guy as they had been when the containment facility went down, but as he was at that exact point in time: absolutely titanic, his actual body so unbelievably tiny compared to his junk that it veered straight into the comedic… or would, if not for the fact that this immense size was leading to a radioactive spill on a scale so massive that everyone present at the sight was starting to panic even more than they had been during the meltdown incident. No one quite knew what to make of it; was it just cum, albeit coloured differently, or was it actually so dangerous that they were inadvertantly poisoning themselves in their attempts at keeping it contained? Was it even going to stop at all? This was the biggest question as far as anyone was concerned, because they’d all been expecting the growth spurt to stop at some point, and yet it had surpassed all expectations and kept going far past the point where it reasonably should’ve, leaving everyone present wondering just how big the bat would get.
“Again, if you’re even hearing me,” the chief engineer shouted down the line, “it’d be really fucking nice if you could send someone down our way in order to fix this mess. Send more security, call the cops, call the fuckin’ army if you have to, but we have an out-of-control hyper on our hands and absolutely no resources to deal with them, so get off your ass, send for help, and do something. Please and thank you.”
The last four words were added with so much venom to them that the canid was surprised he wasn’t fired on the spot for such blatant disrespect for the hierarchy. Then again, the whole crew was probably in the line of fire for demotions after such a botched attempt at fixing what should’ve been a routine maintenance error, but discussing contract terminations wasn’t exactly the priority when they had a giant hyper with nuts the size of cooling towards to handle. Even then, it still took a long while before the commotion on the other end of the line died down enough for anything coherent to come out of it, and still the chief engineer’s boss could be heard barking orders to someone in the background before turning their attention back to their direct underling.
“I don’t know what you people did, but we’ll be discussing this later,” they replied, confirming the dog’s worst suspicions, “for now though, forget trying to get this person back to normal. We’ll be calling the proper authorities and they should be on-site within the next half-hour; focus on containing whatever excedent material is being produced, and do try and keep the whole facility from being flooded by ejaculate. You think you can do that without causing a bigger mess?”
Now was not the time for being a snippy, sarcastic asshole, and yet the canid really felt like he should shout something back, maybe an insinuation regarding his boss’ mother if he felt so inclined. Reason, sadly, won out in the end, and with a curt “Yes sir,” the chief engineer put the phone down and turned to face the enormous containment problem they now had on their hands. His boss wanted the team to work on keeping the bat from flooding everything around him? Sure, that was… doable. Not exactly easy, given that they were very quickly running out of barrels in which to store all of that cum he was producing, and seeing as how his nuts were only getting bigger by the second, and at a much faster rate than before as well, it was only a matter of time before it became completely uncontainable by default… but it was doable.
They had half an hour. Half an hour to keep the surrounding mile or so of land from being contaminated with so much radioactive run-off that it would be rendered unlivable for goodness knows how long, even assuming that bright and very dangerous-looking spunk spooling from that hundred-yard-long shaft was as radiating as it looked to be. It was impossible to tell when it came to hypers; some of them were capable of transforming even the most noxious and contaminating of inputs into completely harmless fluids, while others somehow made it worse; judging by the glow emanating from within those two colossal cumtanks, it was probably safe to say that, even if that cum wasn’t radioactive, it probably wasn’t good for anyone exposed to it either, which was a slight bit of a problem considering they were running out of barrels to put it in.
As he walked towards the containment and clean-up operations, this was the one thing that truly made the chief engineer’s fur stand on end. A growing giant they could deal with; hell, if that was their only problem, things would’ve been going swimmingly given that the reactor was gone and the threat of it turning into kills-on-sight magma had effectively been wiped from the table. But what they had was a hyper that somehow absorbed all of the excess radiation and mass from a reactor core going supercritical and turned it into extra size for themselves, together with a growth rate that got exponentially worse the longer he was allowed to jack himself off; seeing as the bat was so far up compared to everyone else, even past the point where ladders and cranes could get to him, there wasn’t a lot anyone could do to stop them from pleasuring themselves.
And pleasure themselves they did. Clearly, the bat did not give a singular shit about what he was doing to the environment around him, though given the size of his package, it was hard to blame them for trying to get some release. Nuts big enough to fill a small stadium each and a cock so long that it could run from one end of the compound to the other and still fill half of its width with girth, it was impossible to imagine what kind of effect those things might be having on the poor guy’s brain. With them being stuck atop this potentially-radioactive throne, there wasn’t a lot he could do aside from let his hands run free and wild, rubbing away at the minute fraction of cockmeat that he could even reach; by that point, a single one of his veins, one of the many that pockmarked that impossibly gigantic member, had engorged to the point where it was about as thick as the bat’s arm, raising the question of how this kind of body was even possible. Clearly though, reality had no such issues, because it just kept making it even bigger.
Half an hour they had, thirty minutes to watch as their containment efforts failed and their supply of sealed barrels dwindled until it eventually ran out. Half an hour for everyone to come to terms with the simple fact that they’d traded a problem for an even bigger one. Half an hour to hope that maybe, once the proper authorities were on scene, this would all be over.
Doubtful.
