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Hyper 101 (Commission for Amber-Quartz)
🕑 Added 2020-11-11 14:55:21 +0000 UTCTAGS: Hyper (and lots of it), Multi (again, lots), Expansion, Growth, Excessive Fluids, Giantess
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Choosing to go on the front row was absolutely a deliberate choice.
The rest of the class had no choice but to sit there and stare at what was probably the biggest display of size and voluptuousness that most of them had ever seen in their lives, even accounting for the older students who had veered their midlife crisis towards getting a new degree, maybe try out something new. All of them, every single one, found something novel in what was happening on the bottom, front row of the auditorium, so much so that even their lecturer was barely able to keep his concentration, oftentimes having to pause in between sentences just to wrench his eyes away from what he was seeing.
It was a bird… or rather, many birds, or perhaps the same bird several times over, no one was quite sure; all anyone knew was that, just minutes before the first class of the year started, their university experience was enriched by the sudden and inexplicable appearance of Rika (or Rikas?), the similar-looking group walking down the hallway and quite literally filling it with so many curves and bouncy, jiggling flesh that even those who had no interest in such things on a regular basis had to look and stare. How couldn’t they when all of the avians all had a butt so plush they almost got stuck in the door, a bust large enough they had to squish it through, not to mention a very obvious bulge that none of them even attempted to hide. It was every curvaceous stereotype rolled into one and multiplied over ten identical bodies; how could they not stare?
At least the Rikas remained respectful of the rules of basic courtesy, even if they were obviously dressing to show off their curves, given the impossibly low necklines of their shirts exposing an indecent amount of cleavage, and the short shorts that barely covered half of their colossal asscheeks; despite this, they all sat quietly on the front, listening intently to every stuttered word, every stammered phrase, every interrupted simile or metaphor that their lecturer attempted and inevitably veered back to something about breasts. It was like a spell had been cast over the poor man, who had been expecting a first day like many others in his career; sure, hypers were a fact of life, but one that he’d had plenty of time to get used to. The canine remembered the old days, when he was first starting and had a heaping load of trouble ignoring the swollen bellies and inflated assets, when the sight of all that moving flesh made him feel like he needed looser pants… but he got used to it. Nowadays, a hyper student, though rare, didn’t even register with him, and it wouldn’t be the first time he had a prolonged conversation with one without realizing he was staring at a pair of tits bigger than most of his body.
Rika though, was… different. A hyper student he could endure, two, three maybe, without it being anything different. But the birds were ten, all sitting there, right in front of him, dressed to show off as much of their bodies as they could get away with, looking as if their supposed politeness and adherence to the rules was just a sham, a plot to get him to lower his guard so they could jump his bones at the earliest convenience. It wore him down to the point where he was sweating so profusely he felt like he needed a snorkel, and the only thing that let him feel slightly less embarrassed was that everyone else in the room was reacting in pretty much the same way. The Rikas, however, seemed blissfully unaware of the effect they were having on their colleagues and potential friends, at least judging from their innocent smiles and the way they had their hands crossed over their laps. It was all an act; deep down the group knew exactly how much of an impact their collective forms were having on everyone around them, but playing up the innocence angle and seeing how far they could take it was, frankly, part of the experience. The original Rika had decided to make her first day of university be the most memorable one of all, and thus creating ten clones of herself, something that was nothing if not perfectly normal for her, was only the first step in a plan she had devised; one that would either get them expelled, or stun the faculty so much they wouldn’t know what to do with her… hopefully the latter.
It started off innocently enough, with a couple of nudges here and there, maybe even some light patting disguised as an attempt to get something off their bodies, all while everyone else behind them was all-but forced to watch. The curvaceous avians’ bodies were so sensitive to the touch that even the lightest of brushes caused noticeable swaying in their busts or butts, their skin and flesh so soft that if they wanted to, they could sink their hands into their tits up to their wrist, all while stifling a few unashamedly loud moans. The outward displays of affection picked up in intensity until they reached a point that even the lust-addled lecturer couldn’t ignore, though by that point all he could manage was a meek, barely audible “P-Please stop that, thank you,” that either went unheard by the Rikas or just ignored outright. Thankfully for everyone involved, the class was ending soon… not-so-thankfully, the group of birds immediately got up and crowded both sets of stairs leading to the exit, forcing everyone else to wait in their and watch as they made a show of not fitting through the doors properly.
Not… fitting through the doors. The more perceptive among the regular students immediately picked up on what this meant, while the rest were content with assuming it was just another part of their obvious act. Truth was, the Rikas had allowed their bodies to fill out just enough during their class that actually getting out of the room had turned into a genuine engineering problem; the process had been so gradual that no one picked up on the growth until it was on full display, with tits that refused to squish through the tight openings or rears that got stuck just as they were about to go through. It certainly didn’t help that the “solution” found was for the Rika behind the stuck one to smush their thick bodies together to help the other one go through, which resulted in yet another birb becoming unable to move, a process that repeated until the last two were pulled outside and landed onto a small pile of Rikas, squirming around and making some rather undignified noises as they adjusted their increasingly-small clothes.
The next class was much of the same, though at least the doors were double-wide, giving the rest of the student body some rest… which was quickly burned to ash when, of course, the group of Rikas loudly announced their joy at having “so much room” and thus decided to try and cross through the threshold two at a time. Predictably, this placed them in a rather awkward situation whereby their curves pancaked against one another and gave everyone else behind them one hell of a show of softness against softness, made worse once their growth began to turn more than apparent; an asscheek ballooning here, a pair of breasts gaining a couple of cup sizes there, it seemed that the more they pushed their bodies against one another, the more their bodies pushed back, leaving the Rikas inside of the second auditorium visibly larger than the ones waiting for their turn… at least until they, too, went through the process of squishing themselves against one another and gaining the extra few pounds, leaving them universally so much thicker all around that they began to elicit murmurs from the rest of their colleagues.
Up until then, the group of birds got nothing but stunned silence and, at best, some incomprehensible murmuring on the part of the few people who dared to make any noise at all; now though, when their intent was clear and out in the open, some kind of line had been crossed, and everyone else in the room began to openly speculate about what was going on. Were they all sisters, perhaps, dectuplets of sorts that were all blessed by the hyper fairy? Was it some kind of weird stunt on the part of a compressor company, there to show everyone the horrors of hyper sizes when they weren’t properly contained? Only one thing was for certain, however, and that was how much everyone was enjoying the show, even when it became evident that it was bound to end in disaster; there were a couple of other hyper students in the group, and they were quick to tell everyone that whenever one of their kind happened to be a grower, they either engaged in some serious mental conditioning or risked losing themselves to growthlust on a regular basis. With the birds being so open about their bodies bloating with extra mass, it was hard to imagine they had any kind of self-control, leaving the experienced students feeling extremely panicked about their prospects.
Of course, most of the rest were split in between passive interest and outright desire, and a few even went so far as to try and “sneakily” strike up a conversation, seeing as their second lecturer for the day was even more distracted than the first one had been. The Rikas were openly growing at that point, with a few audibly complaining about how tight their clothes were right before plunging their hands into their tits and making them grow several inches in every direction, or loudly asking whether the university had better seats as everyone saw their asscheeks ride up and start to spill over the armrests. A couple had gone in a different direction entirely, and even those on the back row were able to see their pillars of cockmeat emerging from out in front, throbbing visibly and leaking precum over the floor. These were soon followed by the first droplets of milk, and sooner still by the sounds of their collective cream pouring onto the floor, pooling around the first row of chairs and making a right mess of everything; the lecturer even had to go so far as to sit on their desk to keep their shoes dry, but at that point, there was no saving the class. The Rikas had taken control.
The first one turned around, deciding to give one of their suitors the time of day; after all, the whole reason why they did any of this to begin with was to make a scene and leave a lasting impression, so why not go ahead and give people what they wanted? She was a particularly bust-heavy one, with each of her breasts easily being as big as the rest of her, and outright offered to stuff the smaller feline making passes at her straight into the middle of her cleavage; what cat didn’t love a good bowl of milk after all? The poor guy barely had a second to say “Yes, please, god yes” before he was picked and physically shoved into the warm folds of the busty Rika, his muffled moans still clearly audible to everyone else in the classroom. This was quickly followed by a small string of other, similarly-lucky chancers of all stripes, who saw what had just happened and decided they had to get some of it for themselves. All the while, the group of birds continued to expand in every direction, overspilling from their seats, some even causing them to break apart entirely before falling onto the ground, their immense rears being used as beanbag chairs. If anyone were to walk in, it was doubtful the spectacle of debauchery would be allowed to continue… but until someone did…
It was at this point that Rika demonstrated one of her more curious powers, the same one that had allowed her to even exist in so many places at once. While normally she didn’t show it off in front of just anyone, given the kind of scene she was putting on, it almost felt like a disservice to her own sense of self not to display it before the whole world. Her cloning ability, first awoken a few years prior, had been one of her most prized powers, and the bird made sure to exploit it for all it was worth as much as she could; usually, this meant splitting herself into multiples so she could study faster, as the memories of each body were reabsorbed into her main one once they were recalled, but mostly she made good use of it for… less than wholesome purposes. Now that she was pursuing higher education, and thus didn’t have to worry about any legalities when it came to flirting with anyone around her, it was finally time to put it to the test.
Rika had never known if there was a limit to how many versions of herself she could have running around, nor had she ever taken the time to stress test it to see how far it could go; now though, without anyone around to legally tell her to stop, why should she? Why not just throw herself headfirst into the same kind of obscene excess that characterized most of her internet search history? To that end, the main bird began to split herself again, creating new clones of herself in varied, but still smaller sizes compared to hers; it was important that she, the main Rika, remain as the biggest of the bunch, and that meant carrying a pair of floor-dragging tits, an equally sizeable ass, and now that some of her copies were going down that path, a body-length shaft with a pair of cum factories big enough that her ass began to look small in comparison. Each new Rika wasn’t nearly that large, but still significantly bigger than anyone else in the room, giving the rest of the students plenty of somethings to look at once the avian got started.
The floor, too, was starting to suffer underneath the constant onslaught of fluids that exuded from so, so many different sources, whether it be surprisingly-sweet milk or musky, pungent spunk, filling the atmosphere with the sort of animalistic warmth that only someone like Rika could ever achieve. This led to her colleagues growing increasingly infatuated with her, not necessarily because of her productivity, but thanks to their brain’s chemistry being overloaded by the flood of pheromones flying everywhere; it activated their most primal instincts, led them down thought paths that they had never experienced before, and allowed them to accept the fact that something as utterly outrageous as what Rika was doing was indeed happening, almost as if it was perfectly normal and not at all a series of events that could only end in disaster. Of course, this could only mean that some of those bystanders would start to get ideas on how they could best make use of the hyper disaster happening in front of them, and it wouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes after the first “split” before a few brave ones got up from their seats and made their way down to the front of the auditorium; after all, if there were so many Rikas to go around, why shouldn’t they take advantage of it? Hell, the birds were beckoning them closer, surely they wanted to be enjoyed as thoroughly as they were enjoying themselves!
Thus it was that the first few volunteers began to vanish into the ocean of curves that made up the pile of sex-crazed birdbrains growing at the bottom of the room, some even jumping into it only to disappear from sight, consumed by a pair of breasts or poofing into the middle of some asscheeks, never to be seen until part of their head emerged from the mess to get a good breath, just before diving back in. It seemed like a lot of fun, especially given the noises coming from there, leading to a slow but consistent breakdown of willpower across the board. Now it wasn’t just ten birds walking around pretending they didn’t notice how massive they were; now it was twenty, almost thirty in fact, openly indulging in the kind of sexual activity that only a mega hyper like them could ever dream of… except, rather than hold it all for themselves, they were openly inviting anyone who might want to join, so they might partake of the same delicious bounty as them. It was honestly very generous of them, and if it weren’t for the utter shock that came with bearing witness to the transformations, everyone in that room would’ve joined already.
Meanwhile, the Rikas weren’t going to sit around and wait for others to come and appreciate their bodies; they could do it whenever they wanted and it wouldn’t really matter, giving them a kind of freedom that they were enjoying far, far too much. No one had the ability to tell them to stop, or if they did, they lacked the will to do so, allowing each clone to find their own way to pass the time; some simply lounged around, lying back on their immense nutsacks or rears, others leaning forward to keep their breasts in a perpetual state of release. Still others began to experiment, growing extra cocks or pairs of milk makers, adorning their bodies with all sorts of modifications meant to see just what worked and what didn’t… all of it nothing more than a long-running trial meant to give the real Rika, the central, biggest Rika, the best day of her entire life. Any bodily alteration that turned out to work in terms of pleasure would immediately be copied by her, so she could immediately reap the benefits from having such inventive clones; a few were even improved upon, allowing the progenitress bird to keep ahead of all others. The result was that the Prime Rika, as she liked to be known, was left so much bigger than all of her clones that it was functionally impossible not to tell who she was just by looking at her: getting close to ten feet in height, even if it was hard to tell from her sitting down, carrying five rows of breasts on her elongated chest, three cocks already and five pairs of nuts, any one of these things big enough to obscure her body. She was the avatar of excessive self-indulgence, buried underneath her curvaceousness and weighted assets, and loving every damn second of it.
The descent into chaotic mindlessness was getting quicker, with the remaining students who hadn’t yet succumbed to the allure of the furpile joining in as soon as they realized they were the last ones left not to have opted into the sudden orgy. Their lecturer, who had valiantly resisted the call for as long as they could, had long-since disappeared into the many folds of one of the Rika clones, with the last anyone saw of him being one of his hands squeezing a nipple before it gushed enough milk to flood a small section of the upper row of chairs, several yards away. Things were quickly growing out of control, quite literally, and it wouldn’t take long before some of the school’s staff began to notice that something was awry.
It started off innocently enough, with one of the lecturer’s closer coworkers noticing that their friend hadn’t shown up after their class was supposed to end, followed by another, different colleague walking into the room to ask if anyone had seen the first years; they were supposed to have an introductory class with them, but no one was around, leaving the faculty slightly terrified as to what might be happening. The possibility of a terrorist attack or hostage situation crossed their minds, but for the sake of not starting a panic, the group assembled in the teacher’s lounge chose to look into it quietly before raising the alarm. Obviously, the first stop was at the auditorium where the previous class had been held; they had expected to find some clues, perhaps even the lecturer in question simply having forgotten what time it was in the middle of a Q&A session. Nothing, absolutely nothing could’ve prepared them for the sight that met their eyes once they opened the double doors, nor for the smell that wafted out from it, almost instantly overpowering them, enough that they took a few steps forward without even realizing it.
Their minds took a few moments to tune back into reality after they were forced to process what was going on inside the auditorium, and even then they had a hard time believing they weren’t just experiencing some kind of mass hallucination instead; it seemed like the more reasonable option. After all, the alternative was to accept that they were looking at a large-scale, hyper-obsessed orgy of proportions so immense that they would need new mathematical models to begin describing it, and that was before they even got to the part where several of the participants appeared to be the exact same person; it took another one of their coworkers stumbling onto them after hearing of their conundrum for them to get an explanation: that Rika, one of their first year students, was indeed a natural-born hyper, and possessed the ability to make clones of herself.
The teachers and other members of staff, by that point a dozen or so assembled right outside the doors, were split between what to even do. For Rika to have done something like this, to have ignored the core principles of their institution, was nothing short of insulting, downright criminal if they wanted to go down that path; on the other hand, the sounds they kept hearing from down below, the scents, the vibrations that came with a few of the birds pounding into one another with abandon… it was hard for them to remain objective about it when their minds and bodies screamed for them to join in, to give up their pretensions and just do whatever they wanted to do; it’s not like anyone in there would press charges anyway, and they were all adults, so why not take advantage of the situation and blow off some steam? There was something for everyone after all; a few of the birds sported purely biological female bodies, and while most of the others were a mixture of sexes, a minority were actually experimenting with a fully male form, all of which were reflected in that behemoth of a Prime avian that made up a significant portion of the floor by the time the doors were opened. That Rika, the original Rika, was more curve than woman, and judging from the noises she was making, was enjoying it so much that her brain was struggling to come up with words in which to put all of her joy in. Most of it translated into throaty, whorish moans, interspaced with the unmistakable sounds of sexual congress taking place. It was highly irregular, and they risked losing their jobs… but it was utterly irresistible, more so the longer they remained at the threshold.
When it came time to choose, their course was set; only one member of the faculty actually turned back around, intent on alerting both the authorities and rest of the staff of what was going on, while everyone else nodded politely, gave him a few platitudes, then turned around and headed straight into the den of depravity that Rika had created, most of them already taking off their clothes as they began to sprint towards the nearest source of plush pudge or soft flesh, eager to know what it felt like to fuck to their heart’s content, without a single care in the whole world. As for Kira, she couldn’t care less; more people meant more fun, and more test subjects to try out new and exciting forms for her main body to adopt. At that point, it was less a question of how far she was going to go in that unplanned party of her, and much more how much she was going to retain.
Right before enrolling into university, the bird had made sure to keep her curves modest… for a hyper. She was still far, far bigger than any regular person, but didn’t stand out that much compared to others who were blessed by the same gene. However, as soon as she formulated the thought that led to this complete breach of basic decency, as soon as she convinced herself that what was truly needed was for her to grow bigger, she began to wonder what it would be like if she just… well, was bigger all the time. Not just for this one special occasion, but always, constantly strutting her stuff for all to see. It was an alluring prospect, all things considered, and the bird could absolutely see herself bearing much more pronounced curves than she usually did, especially if there were enough cute guys to justify flaunting it like that. It was a new chapter in her life, one that celebrated her independence and the first step towards proper adulthood, so why shouldn’t that involve exploring every option at her disposal, lewd or not? After all, she had the power to change her body practically at will, so why not spend some time being so thick and curvaceous that she could barely work her way around doors and hallways? If she didn’t like it, she could just… shrink down. It was simple, it was easy, and it was a victimless non-crime that everyone could enjoy, or at least that’s how she chose to see it in her mind. The reality, as always, was far more complicated, but the avian wasn’t one for overthinking stuff; hell, she wasn’t one for thinking things through properly to begin with, so why bother starting now?
The whole auditorium was starting to turn into a cream-covered mess, and not just the lactic kind; with the massive amount of dicks being swung around, not to mention the new Rikas being cloned whenever the original one felt like she wasn’t getting big enough quickly enough, it was no surprise that the walls were coated in spunk in no time flat, resulting in them looking as if they were perpetually melting from all of the oozing cum stuck to their surface. The ceiling was very much the same, at least after most of the birds broke the size barrier that let them fire off ropes of their seed with enough strength to hit it; enormous, person-sized globs of the stuff stretched down from above like goopy stalactites, before large chunks of them broke off and splashed onto… well, not the ground, seeing as it was mostly off-limits by the carpet of Rika bodies writhing around, but onto a bird clone, or a lucky participant if they happened to be going up for breath at that time. The floor was thus coated in a mixture of both bird spunk and milk, a concoction that, rather than being revolting, turned out to be a highly nutritious, and indeed extremely addictive substance that all of Rika’s new friends were quick to capitalize on.
As for the original Rika, it could only ever be said that she accomplished her goal with flying colours; of all the birds rolling around in their own curves, hers were the curviest, the most exaggerated, the most ridiculous and excessive, just like she had always dreamed of in her deepest fantasies. Most of the floor had been taken up by her body, lying on a bed of milk and cum, where all others found some corner to get comfortable on. Several rows of breasts, at least five before she stopped counting, buried her in creamy, stuffed pudge, most of her cleavages invaded by an equally-numerous set of perpetually-spurting cocks that had painted most of the room the stark white that it was. Her nuts took up most of the far wall, all twenty or so of them, clenching so hard they practically created shockwaves whenever they did so; and yet occasionally, she still found it in her to develop an extra pair of udders, or more balls, or another cock or two. It was just the right thing to do.
From there on, things were quick to melt into a haze of lust and carnal self-indulgence that none of the participants could realistically keep track of. Most of them, the ones that weren’t Rika, were too busy being suffocated by the birds’ many curves in a constant cycle of diving into the smothering folds and then surfacing for air, while the avians themselves were stuck trying to perfect their forms, so they may allow the Prime Rika to become the best version of herself that she could be. There was no doubt in any of their minds that this scene of utter depravity would keep going for as long as they had stamina to spare, no matter who tried to stop them… and as it turned out, there were plenty of people who tried to do so. They didn’t succeed, mostly succumbing to the same kind of lust everyone else did, but there was a long line of staff members, other students, and eventually police and SWAT teams that all tried, and failed, to get the orgy to stop in its tracks, only to end up joining it when their pleasure centers were overloaded. Soon enough, the entire school was in that furpile, which had expanded so much that the walls were starting to break down, and a few Rikas had even flowed into adjacent rooms just so they’d have enough space to have their fun unimpeded.
There was no doubt left in Prime Rika’s mind that she was most likely going to end up expelled from the university the moment she ran out of steam; no matter how much the dean was enjoying herself, or how her teachers were all lost in the middle of a boob canyon somewhere, there was just no way she was getting away with something as immensely disruptive as that without being shown the door. But really, she didn’t care anymore; she knew that it was a possibility, knew that she’d probably have to deal with it, but went ahead with her plan anyway. Because it wasn’t about anything more complicated than just… enjoying herself. It was about being at peace with her status as a hyper, without having to constantly second-guess herself, an exploration of what it meant to truly cut loose and go hog-wild without the constant nagging voice of her conscience behind her.
And honestly? She was liking it. Even if she was expelled, it would still be a net positive in her mind. Because there were always more universities to enroll in.
There was only ever one first time.
