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Prompt of the Week - Week 13
🕑 Added 2020-09-20 16:57:01 +0000 UTCAnother day and already things were starting off on the wrong foot. It wasn’t the first time that she woke up to a leak springing from the ceiling, but no matter how many times it happened, Aleksi could never quite get used to it; in fact, the lizard didn’t want to get used to it, mostly because there was a non-zero chance she’d forget to demand payment the second it became something normal. Hyper-based insurance claims were always a pain in the ass to deal with it, but considering how many times her house was flooded, crushed, smashed apart or pierced through by assorted body parts, it was a necessity; she just wished it didn’t happen so often. After all, she moved to the big city precisely to escape her hometown’s issue of everyone being inconveniently large… only to end up surrounded on all sides by people whose bodies were, at their very smallest, incredibly in the way, regardless of where in the room these people were.
That morning, it was… cum? No, too thick, it was milk; hard to tell at times right after she woke up, but after having a few droplets fall on her head, that was definitely not spunk leaking from the floor above her. Judging from how heavily the ceiling bowing down, there was a significant risk that it might just collapse within the next couple of hours, so once again the lizard’s morning routine turned into her withdrawing every piece of valuable equipment from inside her bedroom and bringing it somewhere where it wouldn’t be drowned in breastmilk when she wasn’t watching. It ate her up inside how much she already considered this to be normal; at no point before did Aleksi expect to look up at a hyper-sized milk spill and have her only thought be “Oh, this again”. It brought to mind a whole lot of uncomfortable realizations about her place in society, not helped by the fact she’d have to commute that day.
Getting to the subway station was easy enough, even if it did mean ducking into a few alleyways whenever the sidewalk got too full; it was getting into the subway train itself that posed the most issues for the lizard, even with her body being as tiny as it was compared to everyone else’s. No matter how many times the local city council promised to upgrade the subway service to include hyper-accessible compositions, these never quite seemed to materialize; perhaps they simply didn’t exist, or no one in a position of power thought they were a worthwhile investment. Whatever the case, this meant that poor Aleksi had to squeeze in between so much soft flesh that she was red in the face and sweating profusely before even being safely inside to begin with; wouldn’t be the first time her tail nearly got stuck on the doors just before they closed because she misjudged how far inside the subway car she was. That she had to do all of that during rush hour made an already horrible procedure at least ten times as worse, especially given the sheer rudeness of everyone else; one would think that having to walk around with such an encumbering amount of meat dangling off of them would teach some of those people what it meant to have manners, but apparently they thought themselves rulers of their fiefdom of personal space, making one hell of a fuss if anyone actually touched them in any way they didn’t deem appropriate. Why Aleksi, who had to scurry between floor-dragging breasts and waist-height nuts, qualified and not, say, all the people she had to squeeze between was a mystery for the ages, and one that left her constantly on the edge of a stress-induced aneurysm.
Once out of the subway, it was time to get a move on and duck into the commercial district in order to catch a bus, the objectively worst part of the whole journey. If the commuting there was already a nightmare, trying to cram nearly as many people into a road vehicle with about a third or less of the stability of the composition underground made for some wonderful moments where Aleksi well and truly feared for her life. If it weren’t for the state-mandated belts and harnesses keeping all those hypers at least somewhat under control, the lizard would have either been killed or suffered severe injury several times already in her short three years of living there; even with them taken into account, she had lost count of the amount of smotherings and squishings she’d been on the receiving end of, most of which weren’t even followed up by an apology. Honestly, it was the rudeness that got to her most of the time; Aleksi could forgive everyone for being large, they didn’t really plan for that or had a choice… but some compensation or recognition for the little gal would’ve been nice all those times she felt her bones precariously close to the breaking point. Maybe it was just a consequence of living in a big city; no one gave a singular shit about what anyone else thought.
Luckily for her, Aleksi managed to wriggle her way to the very front of the line, paying for her bus fare and practically hopping over to the first seat she could find, right next to the front door. Personal experience had taught her that trying to leave via the back was just asking for trouble, unless she was happy to spend the whole trip being pushed against the glass by a belly, cock or pair of tits; even though the drivers didn’t quite appreciate having someone leave via what was ostensibly the entrance, Aleksi found that most, if not all of them were at least slightly willing to give her pass given her smaller size. Even more amazingly, despite the enormous amount of people waiting outside and wanting to get a spot in the bus, seriously straining even its reinforced suspension, no one sat next to her, presumably because none wanted to be the poor sucker who got conned into paying someone else’s medical bills. Not that the lizard would ever go so far, but even the implied threat didn’t get her far most of the time. To suddenly be given so much room was… well, she didn’t know what to do with it really. If anything, Aleksi felt slightly sheepish about that exclusion zone, figuring that one of the many people standing might very well need to sit down.
A whole bus ride thus followed, during which the small liz had to endure the piercing stares of everyone else around her. It wasn’t her fault, she was sure it wasn’t; the seat itself was empty and she didn’t place her bag on it, it was them who refused to sit down! Did they seriously expect her to get up and leave two seats vacant so someone could come down and take both of them with their fat, hyper ass? Well… honestly, they probably were, it wouldn’t be the first time that happened. But Aleksi refused! She paid for the bus fare and there were no people with limited mobility in there as far as she could see, so for once, she was sitting her ass down, even if it wasn’t fat! It was only fair.
Getting out of the bus, once again, proved to be a challenge, and much like every other time it happened, Aleksi had to take advantage of the front door opening to let people in so she could make her escape. It never failed to draw scoffs and angry comments from everyone lined up and ready to squeeze their way in, even when it was obvious the poor vehicle was two inches off the ground and about to snap in half from the weight; as far as anyone cared, it was the lizard performing acrobatics that was the problem, especially when she used someone’s pudge as a springboard to jump away from the crowd. Aleksi herself hated having to do that, but it was either resort to such tactics or be perpetually stuck in a bus ride she’d never get out of in the conventional way; even so, she made sure to scurry into the throng of pedestrians and vanish in its many folds of flesh before anyone could get a hold of her, just in case anyone got any bright ideas about kicking up a fuss.
And finally, after what was maybe only half an hour and yet felt like an eternity, Aleksi finally reached her destination: an office building owned by the company that she had an interview with that day. She checked her watch, noticing there was still an hour left before it was scheduled, and decided to spend some time at the nearest breakfast diner; at least there she had an excuse to isolate herself from everyone else and find a seat where no one would bother her, though the constant wobbling of bodies and shaking of the ground was still a… curious distraction. The lizard liked to believe she was immune to the many charms of those of a hyper persuasion, and most of the time she’d be right; the lack of convenience combined with the general disregard for people her own size did wonders to keep her firmly on the “angry” side of the equation, and yet all it really took was a moment of respite for her brain to start drawing entirely new lines. Here was a pair of breasts the size of her own body; there was a male package bigger than even that. Over yonder a hyena did his best to squeeze in through the supersized access doorway, somehow managing to be so fat that he got stuck in it. Wherever she looked, there were opportunities to blush and start sweating over the implications, something Aleksi… would be lying if she said she didn’t like.
Nonetheless, the liz had something more important to do that day, and as soon as her toast was devoured, she made her way back to the office building. Already the flood of white-collar workers had begun to peter out, most of them safely sat inside their offices and cubicles, leaving Aleksi with ample room to walk up to the front desk and ask a few questions; she was directed to the seventh floor and told to wait until her name was called, and just like that, the lizard was off to the elevator. The damned thing was massive, and would look far more at home in a dockyard than it did inside an office building; a quick glance at the information panel revealed it was graded for something close to one ton… though given the types of people walking around, that might not necessarily be saying much. Just the fact that she was alone in there almost made Aleksi feel vertigo from all the open space around her; in that moment, the liz felt unbearably tiny, like a giant could just swoop in and squish her without her being able to do anything about it. Of course, statistically speaking, the far more likely scenario would be some colossal hyper tripping backwards into the elevator and flattening her underneath an ass wider than she was tall, a mental image that was as distressing as it was funny.
A small ping rang out, and with it the elevator doors opened to reveal a wide hallway, oddly silent for that time of day. Aleksi felt like she was intruding upon some kind of inner sanctum, where her very footsteps were desecrating an ancient holy ground upon which countless others had tread before… it was bollocks, but at least it kept her entertained with her own thoughts until she found where she was supposed to be sitting. Predictably, there were several others already waiting for their own interviews, and of course, every last one of them were hypers as well, sitting down in such a way that the smaller lizard was forced to take a seat between two very large and bottom-heavy felines who seemed intent on hip-checking her through sheer presence. Aleksi could practically feel the heat emanating from their bodies, leaving her so sweaty that her clothes would soon become stained, and her head was already struggling to deal with increase in temperature; the cats weren’t really to blame, but the liz couldn’t help but want to slap them both across the face just so they’d stop being a couple of living radiators. Five minutes was all she could take before hopping off her seat and taking a few steps away from the congregation of overengorged piles of blubber, her face bright red… and not just from the warmth.
The lizard normally did a good job at hiding her attraction for those around her. It was a constant balancing act, maintained between so many urges and variables that it was near-constantly at a risk of collapsing in on itself; nonetheless, Aleksi tried her best, and more often than not came out of it without too much trouble. On occasion, however, her instincts and primal drives got the best of her, piercing through her carefully prepared mental defenses and poking at the pleasure centers in her brain, feeding Aleksi all sorts of wonderful information about what she was seeing. The sizes, the wobbling, the weight and girth, the promises they all held, it was an endless stream of delectable facts that left the lizard increasingly vulnerable and open to suggestion; it didn’t take too long from the start of this cascading failure for her to start wondering what it would be like to stuff her hands into those enormous tits or nuts, or maybe even just sink herself into a belly that, by all accounts, should be able to take her whole body and have room left for more.
These thoughts threw Aleksi into semi-fugue state, the liz no longer caring about how odd she looked when walking around in short circles in front of everyone else in the waiting room. The outside world might as well not exist, with the only thing left being the parts of her brain that wanted her to give into her desires and throw herself at someone, and the rest of her, engaged in a desperate tug-of-war for control over the lizard’s dignity and decency. The latter group was quite lucky that Aleksi’s name was called out before her internal struggle could be finished; the carnal desires were very close to overpowering the rational side of her before she was snapped back to reality by the sound of her interview being announced. Poor thing even got out a small “Yeah, Aleksi, yeah,” before spinning around and practically running into the office whose door had just opened, only then realizing she had just walked into her biggest problem yet.
What followed were the worst fifteen minutes of her life, whereby the liz had to speak to what was effectively a pair of tits so big that she couldn’t see who was attached to them. Both udders were in full flow, rivulets of milk pouring down from their exposed nipples and onto the reinforced table they were placed on, while a woman’s voice came from behind them, so muffled that Aleksi could barely understand anything they were saying. She was too embarrassed to ask the presumed HR manager to speak up, and thus was left to mumble and stutter her way through an interview that could not have gone worse. By the end, not only was the liz covered in sweet, somehow-sugary cream, not only was her face so bright it could light up a room in complete darkness, but she was very certain she’d blown any chance of ever working for that company, in the present and future. The liz walked out of the room not knowing whether to be crying or just simply embarrassed beyond words, and kept her eyes on her feet the whole trip home; poor thing didn’t even have the strength to complain about being jostled from side to side or smushed against a window during the bus ride, and even went so far as to miss several subway rides just so she didn’t have to squeeze her way in. Everything was a blur to her, an issue that wasn’t resolved until the front door to her house was locked behind her and everything suddenly came back into focus.
It was warm in there, but silent… apart from some dripping coming from her bedroom, highly indicative of the ceiling having collapsed under the weight of all the milk on the floor above hers. Aleksi took several deep breaths, hoping to find some inner peace before having to resort to drastic measures, but to no avail. Regardless of how hard the lizard tried, her heart was still beating a million times an hour and her mind still demanded a great many things from her that she couldn’t rightly give it; that, combined with the shame of utterly failing at the interview, left her wanting a kind of release that… well, it was complicated. She didn’t like thinking about it, but it was looking like it would be the only way going forward.
With a sigh, Aleksi brought her hands behind her neck and unhooked the necklace she kept around it, before carefully placing it on the kitchen counter and heading into the middle of the living room. Whenever she had visitors, they always made sure to ask why she kept such an enormous amount of empty space in there, to which she replied it was for “hyper-based emergencies”... and she wasn’t lying. All of her friends assumed it was something she did for their sake, but little did they know that the first size-based incident in that house hadn’t been their fault, but Aleksi’s.
With another long, drawn-out sigh, the liz looked down to see her bust rise upwards and outwards, a hand on her rear confirming that the growth was starting to spread there as well. Removing her compressor was always such a pain at first, but she could rest assured knowing it’d be perfect in the end.
Just had to enjoy herself.
