Nathan, Aaron, and John are planning a night in for the Hyper Support Group, with plenty of video games and pizza. The regular meetings give the members time to relax and give them time away from everyone who will act weird around them just because they have abnormally-sized cocks.

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“Got it.” Nathan set the pizza down on the stove, discarding the oven mitts for a cutting wheel. He leaned in to begin slicing, standing as close to the counter as his bulge would allow as it pressed against the cabinet doors and spread out. “One down.” He was dressed comfortably, ready for the partial meetup of the informal Hyper Support Group- though Devon and Gabriel couldn’t make it, things would still be fun with just Aaron, John, and him.

“How many you got left?” Aria admired her boyfriend’s skills, leaning back on the dining room table as her pump churned away, pouring her product into the sizable but rapidly-filling drink dispenser. It was definitely too small for Aria’s output, looking like something she could fill as an afterthought, but it held enough for a couple of hyper men for a few hours.

“John’s first is done and one of mine is in the oven, so that’s four more left.” He set the cutter down and moved the slices onto the serving tray, then readied the next pizza in line. “How’s your end coming along?”

Aria tapped the side of her huge pump like she was getting a gauge to settle and scanned the rising level of milk in the dispenser. “It’s all looking fine to me. Might want to shake it up before you serve it, dunno how fresh the boys will like it.”

“Har har.” He turned and sat back against the counter. “But seriously, thank you for offering to help. I couldn’t believe that I didn’t ask your earlier, but you agreed right away.”

“I’m sorry, you’ve known me for how long and you’re still surprised I’m eager to get rid of this stuff? Can’t believe how many articles I read on increasing my supply back when I was a pre-teen.”

“Still, you accepted so quickly…”

She shrugged. “It’s nothing. I’m just happy to help your ragtag team of hypers. Lord knows the four of you need it; not like you get specialized housing on the government’s dime.”

“Nope, just a small monthly handout from Uncle Sam,” Nathan grumbled.

“All the more fertile ground for organization. Or, at the very least, it’s grounds to get together and complain about the same kinds of things.”

“Excuse you, what do you think we do every time we meet?”

“I don’t know. Jerk off? Hold measuring contests? Have contests about how much you jerk off?” She chuckled. “But seriously, what do you guys do? Most of the meetups in my building are floor meetings, hobby groups, potlucks…”

“They’re usually not anything too huge. Gabe sometimes wants to hit up a bar, I’ve gotten tickets for movies and that museum visit actually went over pretty well. Aaron just likes night in with friends and John was the only other one available tonight, so…” Nathan shrugged, “here we are.”

Aria hummed in thought, then glanced around for a clock. “Speaking of the meeting, when’d you say everyone would be get here?” She reached over and hit a switch on her pump. It stopped tugging on her nipples, but she continued to leak milk in a few strong streams. “Don’t wanna be the estrogen-fueled buzzkill to the little testosterone party.”

Nathan glanced at the clock. “It’s almost the top of the hour. They should be arriving any minute now. John’s fairly punctual, especially with our event stuff. Aaron always arrives on his own time, seems like. No clue how he keeps getting stuck in all that traffic.”

“You think he literally gets stuck in the metro’s turnstiles?”

“No, we’re used to fitting around things at his size. He’s complained about those things not being sized for men like us, which…” he gestured down at himself, “I feel the same way sometimes.”

“Well don’t you worry. Bloated or drained, I still think it’s beautiful either way; alongside the rest of you, of course.”

He held back a smile. “You’re just saying that.”

“Really? After I specifically stepped in to help clear you out while you were struggling? I swear, the splash-back on that thing can risk life and limb.”

“Aria–”

“But hey, I’d say it’s all worth it in the end.”

“A–” He stopped himself, a blush creeping across his face. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, dear. But hopefully, not anytime too soon. I’ll be out of your hair once I stop leaking.” She punctuated her frustrated tone by slapping the side of her breast. “Fuckers. Always keep plugging along when I’m in a hurry.”

“When you’re–? Oh, right. Aaron.” He sighed. “I still don’t understand what his issue is with you.”

“He’s the kind of guy who hates to see a woman be more successful than him. It’s just… I don’t get it. If he really tried and clean up his act, he’d be able to find someone in no time.” She sighed. “Whatever. He’s not my problem. What is a problem is making myself at least minimally publicly presentable before heading out…” She reached back to grab the large, folded piece of fabric that was her bra.

A couple of polite raps on the door interrupted Aria’s grumbles. Nathan hopped up and hurried over, unlocking it and swinging it open. “John! Hey, how are you doing?”

<Hi Nathan,> he signed. <Could be better, but at least it’s Friday and I’m here.> He stepped through the doorway and gave a wave to Aria, which she returned. John was a thin man with thick, dark hair which seemed to flow into a patchy nest around his face. His clothes were neat and his pants pulled tight against his thigh-crossing bulge.

“Er,” he gestured to Aria, “could you get his attention back to me quick?” She nodded, waved to John, then pointed back at Nathan. “You’ve got a fresh pizza ready, make yourself comfortable. Have you heard from Aaron?”

John shook his head. <I figured he’d message you first.>

“Fair enough. Just wondered.” Nathan hurried back into the kitchen to continue his preparations. “I just hope he’s not too far behind.”

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Aaron glared at the elevator display, watching the numbers tick up to the ninth floor. He was hunched over under his oversized coat, hands stuffed into his pockets and giving off his best “don’t interact with me” vibe, which he hadn’t bothered to remove after leaving the metro. It was a look he’d perfected by necessity of being a hyper, otherwise he would be stopped by whoever wanted to bother him every five minutes. Part of the look, his scowl, wasn’t entirely an act. His life gave him plenty of opportunities to practice it, but today had given him a whole new reason to wear it.

The elevator shuddered as it began to slow, sending a shock wave through his body, especially his package. He could practically feel all the cum slosh around inside of his balls- and God, if the smug bastards weren’t proud of their work today. In the hours leading up to the support group meeting, his body apparently decided to flip his ‘horny’ switch to ‘on’ and then proceeded to leave it there for two hours. He wasn’t rock-hard the whole time, but he definitely felt the extra cum he pumped out every time he zoned back in from his game.

When he finally decided enough was enough, he cast his controller aside and made his way to the bathroom while he shucked his clothes below the belt. Removing and tying off the precum-filled condom (which looked to be filled with a quart of the stuff- a lot, even for him), he slathered his hands with his natural lubricant and started stroking himself off, but he began to worry as the minutes bled on. He switched his grip every so often, he changed the scenarios he was fantasizing over, he mentally re-ran the videos of women double-fisting cocks like his. Nothing was working.

His desperate fantasies were broken by an alarm on his phone. An hour down the drain, he was backed up with several more gallons of cum and still no closer to release. He sighed, resigning himself to the arduous task of wiping himself clean of the pre, slipping a new condom on, then making himself as presentable as possible for the support group meeting. Leaving the apartment like this was always frustrating- it was difficult enough to get the different parts of his underwear adjusted enough to fit properly, but at this size even his loosest pair of second-layers struggled to cover the entirety of his bulk.

He made it work, somehow. All eyes were on him from the second he hit the street, down into the metro, and until he made it to Nathan’s apartment block. Thankfully, he got to leave the world behind the moment the elevator doors shut in front of him. Another trip somewhere without incident; now he just needed to avoid anything similar for the trip back.

The elevator chimed and stopped, the doors gliding open a fraction of a second later. He went to leave before stopping himself- Aaron recognized the hyper that blocked his path, her wide breasts making an impassable wall.

“Aria.” The disdain on his face carried into his voice.

“Aaron.” Frustration. Of course she’d be. “Sorry about that, let me just–” Her voice switched back to being polite, just like that. She stepped back, moving her considerable bust to the side, giving him a way out without squeezing past her.

“Thanks.” He slipped past, not bothering to spare a glance back at her.

Aaron continued walking down the hall waddling slightly, given the sheer weight against his thighs. He scanned the doors for Nathan’s apartment number, ignoring the sound of Aria squeezing into the elevator behind him. He needed none of that potential stimulation.

He stopped and knocked on number 943 and a moment later, the door opened and revealed his friend.

“Aaron!” Nathan smiled. “Nice to–” a quick glance down made him pause, “Er– do you need to borrow the dry room quick? John’s got the system up and running and he’s just doing single player fights to warm himself up. It wouldn’t be a problem, he doesn’t even know you’ve–”

“Thanks, Nathan, but no thanks.” Aaron fished the laser pointer out of his pocket that he had with his keys, pointing it and waving it around the TV to grab John’s attention, “I tried myself for a while before I came over here. Not gonna be happening quickly. I just want an uncomplicated night for once.” He and John waved at each other.

“If you say so. If you change your mind, the offer’s still open. Your pizza’s in the oven. Five more minutes on it.”

Aaron gave a hum of acknowledgment, then turned to trudge on over to the couch. Every step was that slightest bit more difficult than he was used to, courtesy of the stunt his dick decided to play today. He flopped down onto the couch, quickly shifting forward to the edge of the cushion and letting his bulge slip down between his legs so he could actually have a lap to set his controller on.

Fuck, why did he have to be built like this? Sure, this kind of question was hard to ask when he was in the middle of his one- to two-minute-long orgasms every morning and evening, and knowing he had a bigger dick than 99%+ of the people that entered the store he worked at gave him a sizable boost to his confidence and ego.

But, in times like this, when he had to corral his balls, swollen so large with twenty gallons of his backed-up cum (he’d measured several different times in the past) down between his legs, life was more of a struggle that few other people could really understand.

Shit, it felt like he had closer to thirty gallons of cum sloshing around at this point.

Aaron closed his eyes and sighed as his body finally settled into place, an unfamiliar pressure pushing up against the underside of his thighs even as his nuts rested, partially, on the floor as well as well past the outside of his legs. When he opened his eyes, he saw a controller being offered to him.

<Aaron,> John signed as Aaron took the controller, <do you need to run to the bathroom quick? I can’t imagine that’s comfortable. I’m sure Nathan wouldn’t mind lending his, assuming you clean up after yourself. Hell, I’m sure he’d even open the dry room to you.>

Aaron signed back, <1, he already asked me that same question. 2, I tried to take care of this before I came here, no dice. 3, I don’t care about it anymore, I just want to do something different now.> He gestured to the screen. <You warmed up enough for me to mop the floor with you?>

John chuckled. <Don’t use yourself as an excuse when you lose.>

<Please, I’ve been playing this game for years. Bring it.> He smiled as he gripped his controller.

The games were fast and decisive. Round after round came and went, every advantage being hard-fought and well-contested. Victory visited both Aaron and John, but it was clear that it was more favorable toward Aaron, and not by a slim margin. After standing by a while to gawk at the displays, Nathan ran off to slice Aaron’s pizza, returning with two plates stacked high for each of the players as the match ended.

They paused the game just long enough for them to wolf down the next part of their meals. Eager to get back to playing, Aaron tore through his slices. John, with less to go through, started a quick practice round while Aaron had his hands and mouth full. Aaron rolled his eyes but paused when he saw the character John had picked.

Andrista Aarien. According to the lore of the game, she was of noble birth, a defector from decadence who was fighting for her own ideals, counter to the Court’s whims. She was also, to be blunt, a blatant fanservice character, stacked to the nines with clothing that seemed to be there to justify and emphasize the robust jiggle physics system rather than be, say, modest. She wasn’t a great character to play- thanks to a weird moveset and a janky hitbox- so John had to have some reason for his new choice of character.

Aaron dismissed his worries as he finished off his last slice. Wiping off his hands and grabbing his controller, it only took a quick nudge to John to get him to drop out of his impromptu training and get back to their matches. Aaron took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders. He had a reputation to defend.

The match started. He wasn’t used to having to face off against Andrista, no matter the character he played; best to play defensively until he gets a feel for the style of play, ensure he has good counterplays for–

Andrista got a grab on Aaron’s character, Mithir, and a cutscene started. The screen was filled with an image of the former noble grabbing Mithir and shoving him headfirst into her generous cleavage before leaping into the air and suplexing him straight into the ground. The camera followed her every frame of the journey, giving ample time for the viewer to savor all her different curves. After driving Mithir into the ground head-first, she stood up and calmly wiped the few drops of milk she sprayed away from her top and brought it to her mouth.

“Hope you had fun in there, starlight.” She ran her hands along the curve of her breasts and winked down the barrel of the camera. “Plenty more fun to be had if you play nice.”

Aaron felt his fingers twitch before the gameplay started back up. John managed to get a hit in before Aaron could react. He had to act purely through muscle memory, dodging out of range before collecting himself and blocking a few probing strikes.

So that was John’s plan, sniping at him from behind the smokescreen of his sexuality when he himself was susceptible! Well, that plan…

…Was probably going to work. Aaron normally struggled to keep his eyes and mind off anything arousing that was right of him. With his body loaded up with cum and desperate to start firing it off, it was downright impossible to keep the fantasies from bleeding into his mind. Andrista made frequent appearances in the erotica made about the game, and there was no shortage of videos online of people animating her, cosplaying as her, writing about her…

He could feel his cock chubbing up and creeping down along the swell of his balls as the memories of all the things he’d seen about her returned unbidden. A trickle of pre, weak from his earlier session, began to seep out and collect in the condom. He struggled against the urges and against John, the latter picking up the pace as he sensed weakness.

John finished a combo and another cutscene started. A series of pummeling blows, punctuated by Andrista whirling around and bludgeoning Mithir with her tits. The game slowing down on the impact, switching to an X-ray mode to let the people appreciate the impact both breaking bones of Mithir’s neck alongside the few solid streams of milk that Andrista spraying into the thin strip of fabric the character designers called a shirt.

Aaron was burning up, the sweat beading all over his body. His fingers twitched in slight but erratic motions. He desperately tried to come up with a plan as he watched Mithir stand up like nothing had even happened to him, but the only thing permeating his mind was all the media he’d seen centered on Adrista. Cosplayers showing off how impractical her shirt was by getting it snapped with a small jump. PoV animations of her burying the viewer’s cock in her tits before leaning in to suck on the head. Audio of voice actors RPing scripts where she seduced the listener.

He felt his cock spit out a blob of pre as it began throbbing against his thighs and balls. His breathing got heavier and faster, as much as he tried to slow it. He was fighting against every single urge in his body.

Aaron swallowed. He felt his focus slowly return to him, the distractions ebbing away as his thoughts cleared. His cock still felt hard and ready to fire at a moment’s notice, but his mind finally felt free. Seizing his sudden second wind, he parried several of John’s attacks perfectly. What was going on with him? Why was he suddenly–?

An orgasm slammed into his from beneath like a blow from a sledgehammer. He felt himself seize up as he shot off a rope of cum. The regular, unconscious fears rose in his mind, unaware of the world around him and the wildly different context for this situation. Was he aiming at something that could be damaged or soaked? Had he forgotten his towel slung over the side of the shower, inside the splash zone? Was he going to slip and fall?

The second rope blanked his mind enough for the semi-rational part of his mind to calm his fears- He’d thrown on that condom earlier, it’d be contained for now. The towel was out of the picture currently, no need to worry about that. He was seated, so there was likely no risk of falling over.

It was only as his body was blasting out the third rope that the glaringly obvious realization struck him through the haze of the orgasm- he wasn’t jerking off in the comfort in his bathroom, he was sitting on his friend’s couch!

Aaron panicked. He needed a plan two minutes ago. He thought he had the willpower to fight this through! Sure, he was openly fantasizing about all the things he’d let Andrista do to him, but he didn’t think it would come to this! If he’d known it was this bad, he’d have taken up Nathan’s offer to use–

His bathroom!

Aaron threw his controller aside, wincing as the motion of standing up made him shoot another wad of cum. His knees buckled under the metaphorical weight of his arousal and the literal weight of his balls. Fuck, that rope was heavy! Aaron knew the feeling well, the unrelenting force behind his body saying, ‘we’re not done until I say we’re done’. And he had plenty more cum to blow.

He staggered as he rounded the couch, trying to bolt towards the bathroom as his legs wavered with every step from the intermittent ropes. Behind him, he heard the game music become muffled as it paused. John was no doubt confused about what was going on, but explanations weren’t a luxury he could afford right now.

Nathan glanced up from what he was preparing on the counter. “Oh, Aaron, your next pizza’s almost…” he trailed off as he realized something was off. “Uh, is everything–”

Aaron slammed into the table and leaned onto it for balance. “Need to use the ba*-aaaaah…*” He felt his cock belch out another heavy stream of cum and braced himself against the table. “Just for a minute.” His voice strained as he suppressed a moan.

“Er, yeah, wait, is it– are you–?”

He couldn’t bring himself to answer. As the latest wad tapered off, he pushed himself to make the last lunge into the bathroom, maneuvering his body and especially his balls around the door before slamming it shut. He slammed a hand to his mouth, desperately trying to muffle a moan that escaped him.

Aaron started disrobing as quickly as his twitching hands would allow. His cock lurched with another load as he pulled the fabric down its length and over the swell of his balls. Lifting his dick out of his pants, he saw the volleyball-sized reservoir of cum sagging off the end of his cock and straining the condom’s material. He swallowed. He needed to remove it quick- it looked like it’d burst after a few more loads.

Shuffling close to the shower stall, he set his hands on the base of the condom and readied himself, fighting the urge to (pre-emptively) give in and jerk his spasming dick as he felt his girth swell with the cum thundering down it. It wasn’t easy, edging the lip of the condom down his length until it sat just on his head, barely hanging on. Aaron took a deep breath–

An unexpected spasm bucked his cock and made it spit out a much thicker wad. Aaron saw stars as the condom flew off his dick, his limbs going numb in the mind-flooding depths of his refreshed orgasm. His knees buckled and quickly gave out, dropping him straight down onto the tiled floor. While he caught himself and softened the blow, his cum-bloated balls took some of the impact, forcing them to cough up another rope in the process.

Aaron’s mind melted. His hands moved beyond his control, wrapping around his girth and started desperately milking himself for every drop of pleasure. His legs, spread wide by his voluminous balls, squeezed into their warm heft and forced another heavy rope from their bulk. He began losing himself, his mind lost in the pleasure of jerking off and finally emptying himself of these countless gallons of cum, unloading wad after wad all over the shower.

He felt his mind reconnect, an island of consciousness in a sea of constant pleasure. He found himself cataloguing all the problems he’d made for himself: the shower was an absolute mess and was getting worse by the second, Nathan would be furious if he didn’t clean it up; the condom hadn’t been tied up and was likely half-empty by now, if it hadn’t burst all over the floor; his clothes weren’t likely to be out of the splash zone and could be a mess…

Aaron squeezed another rope of jizz out of his body, letting those cares fade into the haze of ecstasy. He would deal with those things later.