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Ike - A Journey (Random writing for NoeticChasm)
🕑 Added 2020-11-27 14:07:52 +0000 UTCTAGS: Hyper, NNN, Growth/Inflation, Pent Up, Backed Up
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All things considered, it was a terrible, terrible decision for him to both take those supplements and slap the cockring on at the beginning of the month. The challenge was stupid, the people who genuinely participated in it less than sane, and he knew for a fact that there was a non-zero chance he might end up hurting himself by the end, but he didn’t really care; as soon as the mental image of himself with a cock and pair of balls ten times larger than their current size lodged itself in his head, it was hard to get it out, doubly so considering what he usually carried around. Anyone looking at him in the street would think the bun was an avid bodybuilder, or at least hit the gym like a pro every other day, but the truth of the matter was, most of that bulk came purely from him carrying the package he had between his legs on a daily basis; a combination of extremely loose clothing and incredibly high-yield compressors allowed him to hide most of it, but there was a good reason why he took those things off when he was home, preferring to use mildly supporting underwear that just barely kept his shaft from bumping into the ground with each step.
At his absolute smallest, he was still a beast, and even then he was barely ever at that size; it required constant draining, so constant that he never had the chance for it, and for him not to be aroused at either someone else or his own body sending him concentrated feedback loops from how stuffed he felt whenever he didn’t get some relief. Normally, his “comfort” size left both of his nuts just big enough that they hung down to his knees and just a bit past them, with the shaft protruding from above them about half as wide as his torso and just as long. There was no doubt in his mind that trying to go beyond that was… unsafe, to put it mildly; all it took for his balls to start growing was for him to go an hour without emptying out, and even if it was just an inch or so being added, could he really keep it up for a whole month? It wasn’t even a question of whether it was physically possible, but his own commitment to it; the sheer thought of not emptying out for that long was enough to give him conniptions, to say nothing of the terror that would be interacting with other hypers without the safety of a release valve… and yet, the thought of being so big he wasn’t even capable of moving without dragging a pair of nuts bigger than he was behind him was so delicious, so overwhelmingly enticing, that he just couldn’t let go of the opportunity. It had to happen.
So, come November 1st, Ike woke up, sat on his bed, and the first thing he did was… not drain himself like he used to. Rather, he looked to the side, picked up the specially-ordered cockring he had on his nightstand, and carefully applied it to the base of his shaft; while he wasn’t quite aware of how that was supposed to work, he did know that it was (at least supposed to be) capable of blocking the flow of cum while allowing him to get rid of other stuff whenever the need arose. And of course, because it wasn’t enough for him to just exist while being unable to cum his brains out whenever he felt like it, he also had a couple of virility boosters ready to go; two pills before breakfast, two at lunch and two at dinner, for a whole week, and then he would finally be able to break through some barriers. With everything ready, he stretched his limbs, cracked his back, then got up and started his day.
Ike was lucky enough to be able to work from home, hence why he even could go through with the complete insanity he was planning, even if it was doubtful he’d be able to concentrate on anything past a certain point. He didn’t even have a plan; all he really intended on doing was pretend like everything was normal until he literally couldn’t do that anymore, which as far as he knew might take a whole week, a full month, or just a few hours. Didn’t take long for the boosters to start working either; Ike felt a mounting pressure inside of his nuts that he normally didn’t, and just a couple of short hours later he was already on the verge of a complete mental breakdown. The bun just wasn’t used to going so long without some form of relief, and indeed had foreseen some kind of “withdrawal”, but never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that he’d be so easily incapacitated; somehow, he ended up in the living room, sitting down with his turgid, vein-covered cock throbbing in the air and begging for attention, his balls having already inflated to the size of yoga balls, their surface rippling and bulging out with each heartbeat. They were stuffed, and he needed relief. They were stuffed, and his hands were an inch away from his shaft… but he couldn’t. With shut eyes and gritted teeth, Ike pulled his arms bank and sank his fingers into the carpet instead, ready to yell the moment he could stop biting his tongue; he needed relief, but he had to keep strong. Had to keep himself from doing it.
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How long was he there? How long had he spent in that position, arms by his side, back arched forward and head tilted downwards? Had he seriously just spent hours without moving? It certainly felt like it, judging from the amount of cramps suddenly creeping up on him, but at least he managed to keep himself from climax; sure, it came at the cost of so much pre spurting from the tip of his shaft that the whole thing was glazed over and the floor was a complete mess, not to mention a pair of balls that were already overflowing from his legs, but at least he managed to make it through… most of the first day. Probably. There came a certain clarity with denial, or perhaps his mind had simply broken completely from him refusing to indulge in what was a necessity, but Ike found it remarkably easier to get up than he expected; his balls made it hard to take a step without feeling their pendulous weight moving from side to side, and just standing still didn’t help much with things, but at least he hadn’t cum, and that’s what mattered to him. A quick look at the kitchen clock, after he pushed his cock aside, revealed that it was just after dinnertime, but he wasn’t hungry; or rather, he was hungry for something he couldn’t give to himself, so it was best to just go straight to bed and try to get some rest. Yes, that made sense. Just… go to sleep and pretend like things were fine, then wake up the following morning and everything would be perfectly ok.
These were the words he kept repeating to himself as he failed to fall asleep, kept from tossing and turning in his bed by virtue of the two immense anchors attached to the bottom of him. They were visibly pulsating now, every heartbeat sending shockwaves through them, with his dick towering above his whole body and… definitely bigger than before. Ike didn’t know what biological process made it so that his shaft grew alongside his balls, but all he had to do was tug at it to compare its girth to that of his torso to realize that it was, indeed, quite a bit thicker, and long enough that it managed to bump against the headboard behind him. Woe betide whoever had to… the pills! Goodness, he’d gotten so caught up in all the growth that he had forgotten about the virility boosters! What were they, four, six? Was it six total, or six every time he ate? Six whenever he was feeling horny? The instructions were very unclear in his mind, and it was dark, so reading the actual booklet was out of the question; the bun wasn’t about to get up and turn the lights back on. Besides, how dangerous could it really be? He was already a hyper, so it’s not as if modern medical science could do much to aggravate what was already a disaster area; it should be perfectly safe for him to take half a packet of boosters and then go back to trying to fall unconscious, even as the gurgling and churning emanating from his nuts got a lot louder a lot faster than before. That much was fine. Everything was fine.
He was going to be fine. Just after a good night’s sleep…
… and then waking up with what had to be the biggest morning wood he had ever experienced in his entire life.
Ike had been party to some impressive erections in his time alive, most of them his own, but the one he awoke with that morning after a single day of holding himself back was easily the most visually impressive, seeing as he wasn’t yet conscious enough to fully process the actual sensory information it was feeding back to him. Thicker than his torso was wide and long enough that it bent over once it hit the ceiling, its full mass pulsated and throbbed with each heartbeat, veins popping on its thick, leather-like surface and globs of pre with cum-like consistency oozing from his tip directly onto his chest or even his face, where he was far too exhausted to fight against it. It occupied most of his field of view, making it hard for him to focus on anything else, but he still knew that the rest of his room had been completely wrecked even without having to check it in its entirety since, well… what parts of his vision weren’t occupied by that cock were taken up by his balls instead.
It was a wonder how his bed was still intact, though closer inspection revealed that it was only his mattress that had survived the crushing impact of going a full eight hours without turning on his milking pump, and right after overdosing on the boosters as well. He was lying back on the splintered remains of what used to be his bed, and even the springs underneath him had all-but shattered or were irrevocably bent out of shape; somehow, those colossal cumtanks of his managed to envelop his body completely, not only smashing against the wall in front of him, small radial cracks visible near the ceiling, but overflowing from every side and utterly flattening whatever wasn’t nailed to the ground, and plenty of things that were. His nightstand, wardrobe, desk, home computer, everything was just… gone, replaced by a pair of almost perfectly smooth spheres that nonetheless visibly throbbed hard enough that their surface was riddled with rippling waves every other second, coinciding with the spurts of pre escaping from his shaft up above. Ike had a good couple of minutes to admire all of this, as well as the fact that he was now stuck inside of his room, before the full breadth of sensations his body was experiencing came crashing into him, the grace period provided by the first wakeful minutes ending about as abruptly as they possibly could.
What followed was anything between a few minutes to several hours of Ike experiencing what had to be the biggest, longest, most continuous climax of his entire life, akin to the backed-up ecstasy of a million orgasms all bundled up into one and shoved into a feeding tube too narrow to handle it all. Every time the bun expected it to stop, or at least abate, it only got stronger, his nuts gurgling ever louder, his cock throbbing ever more dangerously, until the spurts of pre bubbling from his tip were of such size that he might as well be cumming his brains out… though of course, the real prize (or disaster, depending on one’s point of view) was still hiding inside of those cum factories of his, the same ones that didn’t know what to do with all of that excess pleasure he was feeling and thus decided that the best thing they could do was start producing even more; it was a quirk of his biology, that his balls actually bloated whenever he reached climax, and while that was normally bearable (for a given value of the word) when he could freely empty out, now it proved to be a significant problem. Each time he felt another wave hit him, those things grew wider and more bloated, his cock thickened and strained against the ring keeping his proper loads inside, and the walls around him rumbled and quake underneath the constant, unrelenting onslaught of a body that didn’t know when to stop. And each time he felt this, each time he saw this, Ike was merely priming the next orgasmic non-release to be even stronger, trapping him in an endless cycle that saw his apartment start to get demolished within minutes.
The wall to the kitchen was the first to go, it being the one his nuts had grown onto over the course of the night. It barely put up any resistance either; all it took was a couple of denied orgasms and it just crumbled into dust, along with a significant chunk of the ceiling. Shouting could be heard from above him, when his neighbours suddenly noticed how their own kitchen had been invaded by some sort of smooth, fleshy sphere, but Ike no longer had the ability to even pretend to care; a couple more minutes and the door to his bedroom had been turned into sawdust, with his nutflesh bulging out from the hole for a few seconds before that whole section of the wall collapsed as well. By that point, the only thing stopping the ceiling from falling in was the very same thing (or pair of things) leaving it without any support to begin with, and judging from how heavy those balls felt, the bun figured he wouldn’t have to worry about a complete structural failure any time soon… or would figure, if he had retained the ability to think coherently.
Rather, what he had in his head was the same word on repeat: “more”. More, more, always more, never less and never smaller, forever and always and never ending, until his nuts had blown clear through the apartment block and fallen so heavily onto the streets below that two craters were left in their wake, and it was only day two! He doubted he had the ability to keep going after that; to be honest, even in his lustful fugue state, it was becoming more and more obvious by the moment that the thought of carrying on was little more than madness. Maybe if he hadn’t taken supplements, maybe if he had allowed his body to fill up naturally, then he would’ve been able to get to the end of the month… or maybe he’d have just postponed what was happening in front of him at that very moment. Whatever the case, it was obvious now that he couldn’t just give up when he was ahead like that; after all, his nuts had just grown hard enough that he broke through a whole wall and risked toppling down his entire apartment, and this was day two of his experiment. Who knew what might happen if he just kept going?
It was only then that Ike realized that both of his hands had automatically migrated to the cockring at his base, which had, true to its marketing, expanded to meet the growing demands of the cock it was attached to. It was still heavily restrictive, but at least it wouldn’t be cutting into his skin; a pretty decent arrangement, if he said so himself, given that he now fully intended to keep going for as long as that thing could physically stretch itself. Maybe it’d break at some point in the next few days, with the bun’s cock simply growing too much for it to handle, or perhaps it would valiantly last until the very end, snapping at the last hour of the last day so that its owner could flood the whole city with a month’s worth of backed-up cum. Whatever the case, it couldn’t come off, so as much as it hurt him to do so, Ike removed his greedy fingers from the cockring and instead sunk them directly into his own nuts, which had grown enough that he could even do such a thing without having to stretch his arms at all. The ensuing growth spurt was enough to have his balls break through the outer walls of his apartment, with whole chunks of concrete and rebar falling onto the streets below.
There was just enough of his conscious self left in his mind that Ike noticed something directly at his side, the familiar shape of a rectangular box bearing a familiar name and a familiar brand icon; some part of him remembered that he had taken something similar the day before, before realizing that he actually had multiple boxes of boosters stored away for such an eventuality. He really shouldn’t though; the one overdose was so strong that he was still reeling from its effects, feet upon feet of nutflesh gained whenever an orgasm struck against the cockring barrier and backed itself up in the form of extra growth, but… how could he not? It was day two; who knew what wonders awaited him if he just let go completely, if he took the whole thing and allowed his body to, quite literally, go nuts?
One pill, three pills, five, ten, a whole packet. Open up a second one and pour it down his gullet, open another box and empty it out as well. The drawer had a few of them, ready to be consumed, ready to make his body produce even more.
He could hear the rumbling growing louder already. Things were about to get so much worse.
So much better.
