The third of five suggested drawings from SPARTAHHH on Deviantart, in the comments of an image that was taken down. This “going to full capacity” thing isn’t totally unprecedented- men of all sizes can get curious as to how much neglect heir bodies can take. Hypers, subhypers, and normal men alike can easily start wondering after a particularly productive day or two just how big they can get.

Devon had a different story for his first time he tested his limits. It started back in college, when he had volunteered to help out with the football team. Being a hyper meant that sports was entirely out of the picture for him, but he contented himself with this similar lot. One day, while the team was talking with each other after practice, a few of the players approached him. For some reason, an incredibly strange idea had wormed its way into the team’s collective minds; a half-remembered scientific factoid mixed dangerously with high school’s woefully inadequate sex ed meant that the students had convinced themselves that, by avoiding masturbation, they’d be increasing the testosterone in their bodies and therefore make themselves more effective players.

Devon considered the plan, but not from the angle he should have. He’d spent all his time from when his overactive puberty began asserting itself all the way through high school to now rigorously keeping his body in check. He’d never seriously considered just… not emptying himself routinely. And every time he though to do so, he’d only remember that in the post-nut clarity. He continued weighing the matter when a thought came to mind.

Men do dumb stuff all the time during college. Why not?

He told the players that he’d be in to show solidarity. Satisfied, they left, one of them asking the others if they should tell the coach about the plan.

Day two for Devon was a slog, but still bearable. It wasn’t easy lugging an unfamiliar weight around, his clothes being more tight than he was used to. He got a few more stares than he was used to, but he was used to ignoring them. Even the practice went that evening went over well, since the coach let him run the show once or twice a week. Sure, he had to sit out even more of the little activity he had to do, but it was still doable.

Day three is where problems really started cropping up. Now being too large to fit pants on, he had to rethink his plans. He didn’t want to give up on his team (or so he told himself), so he began to throw excuses around. Couldn’t make it to class because he was sick, wasn’t going to be helping at practice because of a twisted ankle. He had to twist a few players’ arms to corroborate his stories, although a brief but stare-filled visit to his room by them cleared him of any suspicion of chickening out on the team activity.

He called it on day four, after finding to his extreme chagrin that his balls were too wide to fit them comfortably through the doorway one by one.

The next week, Devon was thankful to find that the team had won their game by an moderate margin. As the players discussed between themselves whether the practice was actually successful, the matter was quietly and ultimately dropped.

(Ah… wrote a bit more than I was expecting to. Will I write less next time? Maybe not.)

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