Corin, an unassuming subhyper, has been called in to work. Problem is, they’ve been planning for some… fun tonight.

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It was just another busy Monday morning. The crowds of people hurried up and down the streets, bustling to whichever destinations they had. People chatted on their phones, muttered to their walking companions, shouted to people who ran into them on the street. On one street, at the mouth of a wide alley, a single person pulled away from the rivers of people and hurried along with a purpose.

Corin Alistrade was not what people would call a tall person, barely breaking five foot even; a messy, brown mop of hair sporting wide maroon bangs; and a narrow, feminine frame, skinny arms, and a wide ass- given just those, it was no surprise that so many presumed they were a woman. However, it usually took just a single glace at what sat in front of them to change their minds, though again, usually incorrectly- the enormous bulge that sat square in front of their crotch, ballooning out the black, stretchy material of their pants, was significantly larger today than on most other days.

There was an incredibly simple explanation for all of this, though they were loath to actually do so. For… specific reasons, they had spent a good chunk of the last two days edging themself over and over again, riding on the bleeding edge of orgasm for hours on end and spending the rest of their time recovering from the ordeal only to repeat the whole exercise again. They had gone to bed feeling aching and sore, but wondrously full and fit to burst. By the latest measurements, their balls sat a bit over eight inches across each, and rivaled their ass in sheer width and watermelons in size.

But obviously, not everything in Corin’s life was going well. Case in point, they were going to work in this condition, and suffice to say their current state wasn’t exactly public-friendly. They had woken up that morning to a series of furious texts from their manager- apparently, the spring flu had struck a good chunk of the people scheduled to work today, and that left the manager, Sandra, scrambling for any and all help. Corin had asked for the day off, but since the shop was critically understaffed, she felt there was no other choice but to ring them in.

And now, here they were, stepping through the bakery’s back door and grabbing the smallest decaled overshirt and apron and throwing them on, buttoning the former up as they punched in and made their way to the front.

A panicked voice stopped them as they passed the manager’s office. “Corin!”

They stopped in their tracks, their bulge taking another second to settle. “Er, yeah? What’s up?”

Sandra had stood from her desk and made her way to the doorway. “Why did you show up like that?” She gestured down to their bulge, where the waistband had started to inch downwards and out, revealing where their underwear had started to do the same. Corin had to admit, pulling their pants back up, she had a point.

“You begged me to come in at the last second. I… had an issue yesterday, and thought that I could take care of things in the morning without all the rush. Now that you called me in, that’s not exactly an option now, is it?”

“You could empty yourself out in–”

“What, the miniscule bathroom we have? You wanna explain to the customers why the bathroom recently got repainted white?” Sandra hesitated, and Corin kept the pressure. “I’d never normally come in like this. You’re the person who asked me to work last-minute, the least you could do is be accommodating to the strange circumstances. Besides, as long as I just stay behind the counter, no customer’s going to notice at all.”

Sandra sighed, then dismissed them with a wave. “Fine, just… get out there and start helping. The morning rush has been a lot worse than normal.”

“Can do, will do.” They spun on their heel and hustled past the kitchen and into the main area of the bakery, their unruly bulge sloshing and leading the way.

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Corin heaved a sigh of relief as they untied their apron and tossed it onto its hook, their overshirt sloughed off and similarly discarded. The day had been an extremely trying one, and not entirely because of the customers. What at first seemed like a brief emergency shift to help cover for their coworkers slowly turned into a whole day of work.

Still, they found pleasure in the little things. It was impossible for them to do anything without feeling the twenty or so pounds hanging off their groin bob and shift around, sitting on their thighs, pressing into anything they happened to lean on or into, bumping into anyone who they tried to slide past or who tried to slip past them. It continued drawing unsubtle glances and glares from all of their coworkers- it seemed like none of them could get enough!

They found some small amount of entertainment in all this, but things were really starting to weigh heavily on their mind- and body. Their groin was feeling sore and their legs were not used to carrying such an off-center weight. Well, if things went their way, they wouldn’t be carrying this burden for too much longer.

“–Hey, Corin?” A quiet voice behind them caught their attention. They turned to see a coworker of theirs, Andrew. He wasn’t a bad guy, in their opinion, but out of all of the people they worked with, he was unquestionably the one who snuck the most glances.

“‘Sup, Andrew? Bakery’s not in any further distress, is it?”

“No, we shouldn’t be. But uh,” he glanced down and licked his lips, “some of us have been nervous all day- thought you were smuggling a bomb under all that.”

They laughed, then raised their hands like they were caught. “Well, it felt like I was going to explode, maybe not in that way, but I’d certainly be causing damage.”

“You’ll be… dealing with it soon, right?” Andrew’s gaze dropped south of Corin’s belt again.

“I mean, that’s what the schedule says, if you haven’t checked it lately.” They took the chance to check Andrew out as well- it wasn’t difficult to see him hard as well, his cock visibly tenting against his pants. “You know, you look ready to blow yourself. I know you’re raring to go, so why don’t you tell me your handle? I’ll give you a shout if I see you.”

“Oh, come on. You know I like to stay anonymous. If anyone knew you had a favorite, they’d all be up in arms.”

“Well, can’t blame me for trying. Still,” they winked, “I hope you enjoy the show.”

“See you tonight, Tiny Ten.”

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This, in fact, was the reason for all of Corin’s preparations the past few days- they were a semi-professional cammer who showed off their unreal endowments and exceptional skills to the world under the guise of ‘Tiny’ Ten. They were Tiny, but the Ten was not.

All that preparation they did the past two days? It was for tonight’s stream. Some madman broke the bank last stream and dropped two grand just as they nailed the webcam with a wild shot of jizz. As thanks for the sudden donation (and as an apology for messing up the shot for everyone else), they promised that the next show would be something special.

They set themselves down heavily on the black and maroon chair, fully nude, before pulling on a similarly-colored face mask and headphones. They let out a tense sigh and rubbed the side of their balls. ‘Hang in there, you two.’ They’d (perhaps foolishly) decided to get one last edging session in before the stream, backing themself up even further. The last measurement had shown that they’d done the improbable, their balls now barely sitting over nine inches across each.

And fuck, if they weren’t feeling every single ounce at the moment- a bit of curiosity before heading out here made them weigh the whole package. Thirty. Pounds. They already knew that there were gallons of cum sloshing around in there, but now they couldn’t wait to get every single drop of jizz shot down their wrist-thick pipe tonight.

With great reluctance, Tiny pulled their hands away from their balls and began their routine checks, ensuring the camera and mic were ready, that the streaming computer and regular computer were fully covered by the waterproof tarp, the whole works. They’d hate to have to break this stream for maintenance.

They checked the time. Eight fifty-seven. With everything else done, they might as well start a little early. Tiny let out a breath and clicked “begin”.

“‘Evening, everyone. Tiny here.” They leaned back into their chair. The camera feed was currently focused squarely on their head and shoulders, showing nothing below the collarbone. Best to save the surprise. “How are my favorite cocksluts doing tonight?” They eyed the chat smugly. They loved the activity, but sometimes they needed a little riling up to get going. “We’re almost ready to begin.”

“Now, those of you who saw the last stream remember the big event, but for those who don’t, here’s the run down: one of your lovely number, SixOfNine, made quite an impressive donation during the stream and I promised I’d made this week’s stream special. And…” They reached for the camera, “never let it be said that I don’t deliver.”

They slowly panned the camera down over their body, the flared and angry head of their cock sitting just beneath their flat chest. “For the new viewers, here’s Ten. It’s big and it’s thick, but it’s only half of the star for tonight’s show.” Almost as if on cue, they felt their dick pulse. Precum began spilling out their cockslit in a steady stream. “Whoop– haha, I know, I know. It doesn’t like sharing the spotlight, greedy little guy. Wonder if any of you could handle sharing it with me, either.”

Continuing to pan the camera down, they let the camera luxuriate on their cock’s sheer mass, pausing for a moment before jerking it down to see their whole package at once. Tiny’s oversized balls sat heavy and proud, overflowing their lap and barely sitting properly between the chair’s armrests. They teased the audience, pulling their legs up and letting their nuts slosh around and eventually settle. They let their warm pre drip and pour down, giving their package a slight sheen wherever it flowed.

The chat went wild. Tiny reached down, lathering their hands in the pre and rubbing it around on their balls. “It feels as amazing as it looks. I can feel every single pint slosh around in there, begging to be let free. Would you do that for me? Would you want me painting you, rope after rope? Do you think you could handle all these gallons of cum sloshing around inside your guts? Maybe you think you’ve been good enough to deserve a facial. Well, I’ve got enough for a full-body soak.”

“But before that, you gotta prove that you could take me, you know?” Their hands started drifting up. “Before I stuff you to bursting, you gotta be able to take me first.” They started at the base of their cock, working the erect mass slowly, the girth filling their small hands. “I’ve had tons of people try and take this thing, and only a precious few have been able to actually take it. Mouth, ass… pussy, if they have it. And if they can’t… Fuck, it’s such a tease. It’s always so disappointing if they can’t. I always feel so backed up and frustrated. Maybe I could work it all out on you.”

Tiny smiled. Riling up the watchers was always the fun part of their job. But now it was time to do a little business. They eased off their ministrations and turned the camera back up to their face. “But before the fun begins, we gotta take care of a few things. The first ten minutes is free for all to see, but the last twenty, which includes the really fun stuff, is for subs and donors above ten dollars only. Subs also get to see my whole backlog.”

“So get your fun in, freebies! I’ll make sluts out of you yet.” They winked at the camera.

“Now that that’s out of the way…” they leaned in and zoomed the camera out to a more comfortable view, one that showed everything off well, “Let’s start off with something simple.” They reached back down, gripping their cock and slowly working it with long, deliberate strokes. “I had a guy once who licked the tip every time he reached the top. I let him pick the second position we fucked in.”

They continued jerking off, slowly building speed and teasing the audience with more anecdotes about how exactly they liked it. After a few minutes though, as much as they would have loved to keep talking and urging their viewers on, the arousal was starting to catch up with them. They switched to throaty pants and chesty moans as they moved closer and closer to orgasm, the heat and weight between their legs beginning to move upwards. Just a little bit–

The first wave of euphoria hit as their cock belched the first shot of cum straight up into the air. As it splattered against their legs and balls and the second volley fired, they realized something was very wrong. A normal camming orgasm for them was nowhere near this strong, nowhere near this heavy- their body was trying to empty them out on the first go!

Tiny gripped the armrests of their chair and tightened their kegels- their third shot, unfortunately timed, fired up and splattered hard against the ceiling, beginning to drip down as the fourth, fifth, and sixth shots slowed down and diminished. A seventh dribbled out of their cockslit, but that was it. Sighing and releasing their grip, they shifted back in their seat as the sea of cum in their balls sank back down.

“Haah… Guess I’m a little more sensitive tonight than I thought I was. Sorry about that, didn’t want to blow the whole load and ruin the show for everyone. Now, let’s start round two…” They reached down, beside their desk and into what should have been a splash-free zone. “I wanted to save this for the subs, but I’ll make it up to you freebies.” They winked at the camera. “You can thank me later.”

They grabbed their second-favorite toy, a specially-molded plastic pussy sized to their girth. They’d broken one of these things before on-stream, so they had this one made tougher and wider than the last one. As hot as it was to break something because of their cock’s girth, it really ruined blue-balled them in the moment.

They showed the toy off to the camera, quickly lubing it up before slipping it over the head of their cock. “Imagine if this– mmnh– if it were you.” They brought the toy down their cock slowly. “Imagine it sliding down your throa–aah! Haah, still so sensitive.” They swallowed hard, fighting back the arousal. “Are you good enough to make me moan like that? I’d have you screaming my name in seconds.”

Once it reached the base of their cock, they worked it back up, slowly increasing the speed until they were jerking off in a blur. They moaned on every upstroke, the toy slapped against the base of their groin on every downstroke, their sack roiled in anticipation. They could feel their orgasm build, how their balls sluggishly pulled up and pushed their pooled bounty into their prostate a cup at a time.

Tiny slammed the toy to the base of their cock and their body responded immediately. Their head tilted back, flooded with euphoria as their cock began belching out ropes of cum. They rode out the orgasm, each blast of jizz into the air and onto themself hitting them with another wave of bliss. Through their unfocused mind, all the splattering of their cum, and over the ringing in their ears, their computer chimed to every donation rolling in.

Their orgasm began to ebb away. Feeling this, they squeezed one last time, giving the free viewers one last spectacular shot. Slumping back into their chair, their hazy eyes scanned through the chat, reading the occasional comment about them: how much they came, how much the person wanted to drink it all down, how much they wanted to put Tiny in their place… They lived for the attention.

“Alright,” they said, adjusting themself, “that should be enough for the free portion of the show. Freebies, if you want to be a cockslut and see the rest of the show, you’ve got a minute or two to make a donation. Ten for Ten,” they slapped their cock against their chest, “lets you keep watching. And you, subs?” They threw up a peace sign and winked at the camera. “Thank you so much for your support. It’s the people like you that keeps me rolling, filling condoms and cum dumpsters alike.”

“And yes, for you newcomers, I’ve done shows where I fill condoms before, and yes, until they burst. Check out my history, if you’re curious. Although…” they tapped their chin in thought, “I give give that another go again sometime soon. Watch this space.” They chuckled.

“I’ll answer a few questions, and then it’s off to the paying members only.” They clicked over to the donations list and scanned the messages. “Uh… donglover- pfft- asked ‘how long did saving up take you’.” They reached down, setting their hands into the weight of their sack, spreading their fingers out to grab as much as they could before hefting it. “Three. Whole. Days. Two days of edging and focused production, one day of letting it rest.”

“Tinysslut- aw, thank you- asked ‘How much do you have backed up?’. Good question. Before the stream, I think I had…” they ran a hand over their balls, “three gallons? It was definitely more than the two-gallon marathon. I’ll be honest, it’s a little hard to measure, before or after. But let’s be honest, how many of you think you can even handle me spurting a single gallon all over you?”

“13hyperlover12 asked ‘New sub here. What are the measurements?’” Tiny couldn’t help but smile. “Ah, always a good question. Maybe I should post them so people know what they’re getting into… Ah, but then I wouldn’t get to brag about it! Decisions, decisions… But to answer your question,” they set a hand at the base of their cock and slowly slid the other one upwards, “in terms of length, I’ve got ten point fifteen inches. In girth?” They languidly let a hand explore around their dick, “Seven and a quarter. And these guys?” They gave their balls a meaty slap, “when they’re bone-dry, when you’ve worked every last ounce out of them, they’re still sitting three and three-quarters inches wide each.”

They leaned back into their chair. “So as you can see, I’ve got quite a bit going on downstairs. I’d ask if you could measure up, but uh… takes a very special kind of person to best me.”

Tiny glanced at the clock. “And with those questions answered… I’m afraid that we’ll have to let the freebies go here. I hope you enjoyed your show for the night and I hope you’ll consider splurging in the near future! You know where and when to find me.” They waved to the camera, one finger at a time. “I’ll see you all soon~”