Andy and Sophie head home after their date and relieve themselves of their burdens.

See the previous part here.

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Andy felt like crossing his legs, although he knew full well that was going to make the problem worse. The gray line was no stranger to riders that garnered stares. Andy just hated that he suddenly found himself as one of them.

He had just finished what he found out to be a date with Sophie. They had said their goodbyes and goodnights, then went their separate ways. The date had gone well, though Sophie had shown up unexpectedly burdened with what must have been gallons of milk bloating her breasts and testing the strength of her buttons, shirt, and bra. She then spent most of the date inadvertently continuing to push those to their furthest limits. Or at least, he hoped it was all inadvertent.

But that problem had compounded on his problem. A few days ago, he had gotten himself into something dangerous- he was abstaining from his daily masturbation sessions after hearing that a friend had done so and had seen impressive, if temporary, gains from the ordeal. In a fit of arousal and stupidity, he had told himself he was going to follow in that friend’s shoes. Now here he was, four days in and sporting an obscene and impressive bulge from his balls alone that was testing the resiliency of his shorts and underwear.

Andy chuckled. Maybe he and Sophie weren’t all that different.

The train car hit a bump in the track, jolting every passenger. After feeling the kick, Andy did what he could to subtly still the motion on his lap. Fuck, his nuts had to be visibly bigger than on the trip up to the boardwalk. They were large enough to palm and felt warm enough to make his hands start sweating.

Andy bit his lip as the car jostled him again. God, he could certainly feel every extra cup of cum sloshing around. He could almost sense his balls roiling and churning away to back him up that much more. If they felt this good pumping and plumping away, imagine how good they must feel blasting away, painting the shower white! Or maybe even the back of Sophie’s–

He snapped out of his reverie and pulled his arms back to his sides. He was almost started jerking himself off in public! Fuck, he needed to get a hold of things and pull himself together! Every second was pitting his willpower against his simmering arousal and the former was definitely starting to give way.

Jeez, it was hard to imagine how hypers could keep themselves composed…

The overhead speakers crackled to life and emitted a chime as the train slowed. “Now arriving: 8th Avenue and Esperanza Street. Exit here for Sta. Maria University Campus South.”

Andy gathered his wits and prepared to stand with the increased weight on his lap. As long as he didn’t bust all over the sidewalk, he could get back to his dorm and clear himself out.

But first, he had to get out of the semi-crowded station without causing a scene.

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Sophie sighed as the front door closed behind her.

Her first date with Andy was over and she didn’t know how to feel about it. In her eyes, it had gone well. They’d gone over almost all of the boardwalk, seeing all the attractions and stores that lined the beachfront. The meal, though a bit awkward, was fantastic (and he had paid for her admittedly large portion). To top it all off, they got to end the day watching the sun set on the famously romantic Genoese pier! She wanted to seal the night off with a kiss, but lost her nerve in those last few minutes.

Sure, the date felt like it went well to her, but she couldn’t help but worry. Andy seemed to be distracted the whole time, his eyes wandering, never staying on her for long. She had to admit, she got jealous a few times and pulled a stunt she’d read about- she had arced her back, trying to emphasize her bust to him but ended up losing a button from her shirt! She didn’t bother looking for it, it was probably a lost cause anyway. Part of her was glad she didn’t try it a second time…

Well, what’s done was done. She started making her way to her room when she spotted her older sister coming down the stairs.

“Soph! You’re back!” Lira smiled. “Mom was starting to worry about you.”

“I wasn’t gone that long!” Sophie tried to cross her arms but gave up after a few attempts. “She doesn’t need to worry about me, I’m an adult and I can watch out for myself.”

“I know, but she kept saying you’d forget about the whole bakery thing and waste all that product on that guy. Oh, how’d the date go, by the way? How was Andy?”

Sophie began to blush. “Andy was– he was–”

“Too busy staring at your tits?”

“S-sis! He’s too much of a gentleman to do something like that!”

Lira chuckled. “Are you sure? I thought it was odd that you volunteered yourself for the whole lot this year until I heard about Andy. Are you telling me that he wasn’t interested in that at all?” She punctuated her question by poking the side of her sister’s boob.

“Shut up! He’s not a creep like Simon! Andy actually cares for me and my well-being.”

“If he cares that much, why didn’t he at least offer to lighten your load? He’s a guy, that’s what they’re for. Actually,” she stepped forward, “now that I look at you, aren’t you quite a bit bigger than when you left? Don’t tell me, you’re into him in that w–”

Sophie tried to push her way past Lira up to the pumping room. “I’m going to pump now! Don’t bother me!”

Lira laughed good-naturedly. “I’ll tell mom that you got back safely. And, uh, Sophie?”

She paused. “…Yeah?”

“I don’t think you will, but if you do fall short, just let me know. I can add a little under mom’s nose. What she won’t know won’t hurt her.”

“…Thanks, Lilly.”

“I’ll make you pancakes in the morning. Have fun pumping, but make sure you don’t have too much fun.”

“Li–! I’m going!”

Sophie stormed off in a jiggling huff, leaving her sister to chuckle to herself downstairs. She grabbed the pump from her room then set herself down in the pumping room, a well-decorated room that showed off the heirlooms her family had gathered through the generations. Sophie fumbled with her pump, reconnecting the output to one of the chilled cannisters she pulled from the mini-fridge. With everything set up, she flicked the pump on then leaned back against the plush couch. The familiar tug began to pull on her nipples with a slowly building intensity and before long, a few pearl droplets began sliding down the tubing.

Sophie rubbed her eyes. She wasn’t that big of a fan of pumping. When her milk started coming in, she had begged her schoolmates to help relieve her at lunchtime, something they were thankfully eager to do. She still, to this day, considered the feeling of a human mouth to be so much better at coaxing out her product and easing her mind than whichever plastic pump she’d had the misfortune to slip over her nipples.

She lay down on her side and closed her eyes. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to feed Andy from her aching breasts. She’d had the opportunity before, when she wasn’t stuffed this full- and he was a dream! He was gentle and kind, tracing small circles onto the back of her hand, humming contentedly almost like he was drifting off to sleep, teasing her nipples the slightest amount when he needed a bit more flow…

Hm? What was–

Sophie lifted her head cracked an eye open. Her hands had been meandering while she was lost in thought and she had… oh, she’d…

She sighed. Oh, curse her weak willpower in times like this. Once she started being like this, she was going to be a sorry mess no matter how she tried to deal with it. Might as well deal with it here and now…

She let her hand slip back beneath the waist of her skirt and underneath her panties as she imagined Andy once again, easing her load and drinking without a care in the world. Maybe… maybe he was even giving her a hand as she helped him with his–

Sophie shut her eyes tight. ‘Andy… please forgive me.’

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Andy shut the bathroom door behind himself and leaned back on it. Running turned out to be a bad decision partially because of all the uncontainable sloshing around but also because of the stimulation. He effectively edged himself twice before realizing that running was not a winning strategy. Walking might waste the little precious time before his overtaxed tubing decided just to cream itself empty, so he awkwardly hustled his way across campus, drawing basically everyone’s attention and likely earning himself an unfortunate nickname.

But he could wait until tomorrow to worry about that. Right now, there was a ticking time bomb in his pants that needed defusing now.

Andy looked down at his bulge and swallowed. Yeah, that thing definitely looked bigger than when he left on the metro, and it was… maybe a hair larger than on the ride back? Hard to tell, too dangerous to wait and puzzle it out.

Andy reached down to the waistline of his shorts and struggled to unbutton it against the strained fabric. Sure, his nuts were more than willing to jostle their weight around, but to move in the right was just for the fraction of the second he needed? No, why would they do that and be helpful? He swore under his breath as he put a little more force into it, careful not to rip anything, when the button finally decided to cooperate.

No longer restrained, his groin seemed to jump in size and push his zipper open. The fabric slipped from his hands and the sheer heft of his balls pulled his fly down before he could stop it.

After a moment, he pushed away from the door and let his shorts fall to the floor. As he made his way towards the toilet, he reached to the waist of his briefs and sucked in a breath. Pulling them down and letting it all flop out would mean risking them overstressing the band. No, he needed a better plan (and definitely not an excuse to further inspect his whole package). He first fished out his half-hard cock, then pulled it aside. Next, he reached in and palmed one of his balls, suppressing moan as he did so. It felt like jostling them carelessly was going to squeeze a rope of cum all over himself and the bathroom. Gingerly, he hoisted one up to the waistband, then the other, then let the cloth fall away.

Andy marveled at the sight beneath him. His cock jutted out in front of him, high and proud over his cum tanks, each of those sitting full and heavy off his groin, slightly flushed. Fuck. Four days, and he’d turned into this? Hah, that guy in the group chat needed six days to see anything important! Wait, what would he see if he managed to last that long? Andy half considered packing up and turning around when he remembered just how difficult it was to last just this day.

No. If only for his sanity, he would clean house here and now.

Just as he was about to begin, a reminder flashed through his mind. Spinning around, he grabbed his cloth tape measure and got to work on the reason he did this whole thing in the first place. He frowned at his first two measurements- absolutely no change to his seven inches, and if his five and three-quarters girth had budged even a tick, it wasn’t showing.

He looked at the most obvious change on his body and furrowed his brows. He had a hard enough time figuring his empty size- about two inches across each- how was he supposed to get anything near a good measurement now? After a few spirited attempts of getting a good enough angle, he gave up and measured the width across their whole bulk, a few notches short of eight and a half inches. Fuck, how’d he even fit all that inside his pair to begin with?

Andy shook his head and tossed the tape into the sink, hopefully away from the coming mess.

He’d been agonizingly erect and leaking pre these past few minutes. Taking the hint from his body, he lubed up and grabbed his cock, angling toward the toilet, for what good it would do him.

He started stroking and immediately knew he was in trouble. All these days of denial had left him unbearably sensitive, making him grunt and thrust his hips against his will. Every movement was sending his balls lurching, churning, and lighting more sparks of arousal in his mind. He desperately tried to keep himself reigned in, to keep a modicum of control over how much of a mess he was going to make. But even now, it was a losing battle.

Andy bit his lip as he slowly gave in to his desires. His mind flicked between his different fantasies- the busty women he would top, the bratty bottoms he’d put in line, but there was one image that stuck to the front of his mind.

Sophia, kneeling in front of him, her lips wrapped around his girth, the imagined last words before she set to work echoing in his mind: “Be gentle with me, okay?”

His cock lurched. He could feel his balls seize up and ready their jizz to fire. ‘Fuck! Sophia, I’m sorry!’

Andy’s hands slammed to his hilt as he fired the largest rope of cum he’d ever shot in his life. Ecstasy burned through his mind as he reeled back for a moment. He shot a second rope and then a third before his mind could recover. His hands started moving on their own, trying to milk every last drop of euphoria from the moment and spurring his dick on to continue belching out rope after rope of cum.

He fired a dozen times but his body still kept working. His balls kept dutifully pouring out their loads and his cock was all too happy to oblige. Andy’s mind melted away as a dozen turned to two, each no less impressive than the last. He began to lose track of time and lost count of the ropes he’d released.

When he came to, he found himself standing there, sweating, out of breath, but at last empty. No longer was there this weight pulling on his groin, sitting on his mind, and pressing from inside his body. He breathed a sigh of relief; it was finally over.

He looked down at the sheer mess he’d made over the toilet. While he was glad that most of his output had pooled into the bowl, what seemed like a quarter of it was splattered all over the vicinity. The toilet alone could have been repainted twice over with the errant strands covering it and the tiles weren’t faring much better.

Deep within himself, he felt a surge of confidence. He, a single person, had managed to produce all this in one session. He’d been a one-man bukkake machine, dropping a year’s-worth sperm donation in the span of two minutes. For a moment, he felt like a scion of virility, like this experiment would be the beginning of his new normal.

He glanced down at the disaster beneath him and realized that would mean overwhelming messes on the regular and quickly dismissed his idea. Reaching to the seed-sodden toilet paper, he began planning the texts he’d make- to Sophie to figure out their next date, and to the group chat that started it all to exaggerate his findings- and in the back of his mind, he started figuring out when was the next safe time he could do this all over again.