Nathan re-encounters June thanks to Aria, and he recounts how he and June first met- through an experiment of hers.

(Note: The following story is likely to be re-written to fix retcon issues.)

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Nathan didn’t like this building’s sterile environment. The eerie silence that permeated the halls, punctuated only by his and Aria’s footsteps. The meticulously and unnervingly clean surfaces. How few people they saw past the secretary and security guard at the entrance. It all just felt wrong. Aria didn’t seem to share in his discomfort, much to his chagrin.

Aria sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I found out about the station closing really late, and I hope you understand me not wanting to walk so far with all this,” She emphasized the last word by patting the side of her breasts.

Aria was a tall woman with long, bright red hair. Her showy, tight-fitting clothes belied her athletic build, something she earned despite her lack of interest in sports or exercising. How she got them was evident and identified her as a “hyper”: her breasts. They sat wide and heavy on her chest and were impossible to miss even if you were standing behind her. Few unfamiliar with her realized just how large of a bounty she could carry on her chest, and the amount sometimes surprised other hypers. Though she had her occasional complaints (like that she claimed she would be six foot even were it not for them), she considered them an inseparable part of her.

“Yeah, I understand.” Nathan was a tall and thin man, dressed simply and loosely. He toyed with a piece of his brown hair as Aria led him through the building. “I still think, given the circumstances, that this engineer should be visiting you, not the other way around.” He was a hyper like Aria; for him, the evidence sat between his legs. His pants had been specifically tailored for his anatomy, and even though its size was enough to distract onlookers, the fabric still had plenty of give to it.

“Then A) you haven’t met her, and B) you haven’t seen what’s inside my pump.”

“What, and potentially break something?”

“…Wise choice. Alright, here’s the–” Aria was cut off by the door (that she was about to mention) opening into her- her chest, mostly, but it cut her off all the same. “Speaking of which. May I have the pleasure of introducing you to–”

“Nathan.” The engineer had opened the door, and had the scantest of seconds to recognize him, but somehow placed him immediately. She looked tired and haggard, from her pallid skin to the bags under her eyes. Her gravelly voice (and general smell) told him she was a smoker, and not a light one at that. Surprisingly, she had absolutely no bust line to speak of. A good part of the left side of her lab coat was covered in some cloudy, wet spray. Considering why Aria was here, it was probably milk, and she had just gotten done with someone else.

Nathan tilted his head. How did she know him?

The engineer leaned against the side of the door frame. “How’ve you been, y’old guinea pig?”

Aria blinked in surprise as she stared at the engineer. “You know him?” She paused, then wheeled around with a new realization. “Wait, you know her?”

Nathan stared at the engineer. “No, I don’t…” He hesitated. Now that he was pressed for it, she did look somewhat familiar. Wait, could this be… “May?”

The engineer’s face went from bemused to upset. “You’re a month too early.”

“June?”

“There we go. Took you long enough.” June turned to Aria. “Come on, we can catch up while I tinker around with your pump- you did remember to bring it, right?”

Aria took off an object that was slung over her shoulder- a pump, heavy-duty enough to require its own means of being carried. “Like I could ever forget.” Aria handed it to June, who turned back into the room. Aria followed, beckoning Nathan along. “How far back do you two go?”

“I’m not all that sure.” Nathan was still trying to piece together his memories of June.

“Back when he was in college,” June called back. “he’s good at providing baseline data.”

Everything came rushing back. “Oh, that’s it! God, how could I forget? I am so, so sorry.”

“Hmph, took you a while. How about you fill your girlfriend/wife/whatever on what happened while I futz around with this.” June’s tone turned almost automatic as she started taking the pump apart with frightening speed.

“Fine, foist the work off on me.” He turned back to Aria. “I can’t exactly remember what exactly started it all. I think June covered for me and kept me from getting in massive trouble, but the end result was that I owed her a favor, and she said she would meet up with me the next day to take starting measurements.”

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Nathan shivered. He didn’t feel comfortable stripping in front of what was basically a complete stranger, but June had led the faculty away from where he had ducked into and kept them from seeing the mess that he had made. Honestly, he hated being a hyper- he didn’t like constantly being stared at, the passes made at him, people just seeing him as a piece of meat and a novelty. But the constant messes were the worst part; having to structure his days around a dick that did whatever it pleased and only sometimes kept to a schedule was a struggle he just wished would end. He was desperate enough for some reprieve that he took her up on her offer, but now he partially wished he hadn’t.

“Look, if it makes you feel any better, I’m not trying to get a look at ya. I just want data.”

“It doesn’t, but thanks for letting me know.”

“Look, I’ve seen tons of people naked: men and women, hyper and not. You’re not bringing much new to the table, other than letting me officially gather data.”

“With dubious consent.”

“Less complaining, more info.”

Nathan sighed. He was down to just his sling now, and the damn thing that it was supposed to keep in check was already a little too much for it. Reluctantly, he reached down and fished his half-hard cock out of the sling, then pulled the now-loose garment off his waist and off his body.

His dick was softly pulsing and was already starting to lift itself up. It seemed to end up with its fat head just grazing his chin, but Nathan knew better. With the sling fully off him, he tossed it onto the rest of his clothes, making his cock bob uncertainly.

June raised her eyebrows. “Impressive. You got a range on its size?”

“Thirty-five on a good day. Thirty-seven on a bad one.”

“Any more specific than that?”

“Thirty-five point three to thirty-eight point seven.”

June unrolled her cloth tape measure. “And for its circumference?”

“I haven’t measured my girth since I broke nine inches.”

June gave a brief hum, eyeing the tip of his cock as it slowed towards its erect size. When it finally stopped enough for her, reaching barely past the top of his head, she grabbed it and pulled it down, level to the floor. One hand stretched the tape out to the base of his dick. “Hold this here as tight as possible. Bone-pressed.” June waited only long enough for him to secure it before she pulled it taut down its length. She paused a second as she noted the measurement, then suddenly turned and pulled the tape out of his hands, letting his dick spring back up as she wrote down the measurement.

With that done, she turned back to Nathan and whipped the measuring tape around his girth. As she tightened the tape and read it, Nathan tried to ignore how the 8 and 9 marks on the tape stared back at him.

It honestly felt odd. Nathan was used to people staring at him in certain ways- in lust and desire, fear and disgust, envy and hate. Compared to all that, June’s calculating and indifferent actions were… almost comforting, in a way. At the very least, it was a welcome change.

“Alright,” June looked up from her notes, motioning towards the bathroom, “go jack off.”

Nathan paused, not quite getting the sudden jump in tone. “Sorry?”

“Go into the bathroom and masturbate. I need to take notes on your testes, and I can’t get accurate information when they’ve got anything in them. I have to establish a baseline, and I’ll calibrate the balance while you’re busy.”

“I mean–”

“Look, you already said you’d do this. Do you remember what I said I’d give ya’ if you

cooperated?”

“That you wouldn’t turn me in?”

“I said I’d give you medication that’d help you with this. How about this: I let you try it out for a day, and tomorrow, we start this whole experiment from scratch again so I can get unbiased data. Whole thing flushes itself out of your system pretty quickly, anyway. What do you say?”

Nathan paused. He wasn’t entirely sure about it all, but he turned and left for the bathroom. “I’ll be back soon.” He didn’t hide the distrust in his voice.

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Nathan found himself standing in front of June once again, stripping as she messed with an electronic scale. The past two days were eye-opening for him. After the first day of dealing with June, she stayed true to her promise and had given him four pills to take, instructing him to take them four hours apart. He’d followed the instructions dutifully, and the results were almost impossible for him to believe.

For years, ever since puberty and his growth spurts hit and continued to drag on, his libido had been out of control. Not a day would go by without it fighting against him somehow- his cock would harden out of nowhere and wouldn’t settle down for an hour, his balls would bloat and back up with cum over a frustratingly short period of time, or his body would suddenly decide that he was going to cum with very little notice, often intensely enough to drain him completely.

But while he was on the small, orange pills that June had given him, everything had suddenly calmed down. No spontaneous erections, no unplanned ejaculations, no balls tingling as his production spiked. He could finally focus on work, on reading, on just being without needing to constantly check on his lower half to see if there were any problems on the horizon. He was finally looking at a life that he could control.

And all he had to do was play nice and provide June with what she was looking for.

She explained it all to him yesterday: she wanted data she could use. Sure, scientists around the world had tons of it about hyper men throughout the years, but she wanted very specific sets of data for her future projects, including recording what she termed a “maximal auto-ejaculation”.

She proceeded to explain it as having him build up as much cum as possible before his body would make him release it all at once.

And in return, she would make sure that he would receive as much of the orange medication as he wanted for the rest of his life.

It was a hard call for him to make. He wanted nothing more than to finally be able to have a handle on his life, and she was offering this all to him so readily. But at the same time, throughout all his years, he had never gone more than a day without cumming or having his body make him do so, and he knew he was never near being as full as June wanted.

When Nathan explained these worries to June yesterday, she said that she had taken the last day to prepare for this and produced a bottle of different medication. She rattled off some impressive-sounding chemical name, and though it eluded him now, what mattered was the results. Much like the pills before, he no longer had to struggle against the random erections and his body had decided to stop giving him surprise orgasms. But it didn’t stop arousal from occasionally building and burning in his groin; at times, he would suddenly find his balls tingle and shift as they filled up with cum, only to slow and stop a few minutes later.

All of this led up to today. While he had completely emptied his balls yesterday, they had no release since then, and their current size and heft spoke to that. This was almost as large as he had ever seen them, as they now clearly reached halfway down his thigh. He wasn’t used to this much weight pulling down on him, to all the heat radiating off them. There was an unfamiliar pressure they gave off, something that Nathan couldn’t shake off his mind and that drew his attention towards it whenever his mind started to wander.

“Alright,” June turned back to Nathan from the scale, shaking him from his thoughts, “it’s calibrated. Move ’em on, just like yesterday.” She stepped aside as she pulled on a pair of sterile gloves.

Tepidly, Nathan stepped forward and lifted his whole package then delicately set his balls onto the scale, holding his dick against his body. June waited for the readings to settle, read, then wrote down their weight. “Alright, seems nominal. Noticed anything troubling?”

“Only if you can’t call their current size troubling. Sure, I haven’t had to face any of my… incidents, but I…”

June raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

“I just haven’t felt this backed-up in so long, not to mention like it seems these things have been… more active since we started?”

“More active how? Just in general?” June scribbled something on her notepad.

“Well, I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like–” Nathan froze.

“It’s like what?”

“It’s happening.”

“What is? Come on, I’m no mind reader.”

“I– it feels like they’re just churning out tons of cum all at once.” He gestured down at his balls on the scale, where the tingling had returned, and he swore he could feel his heartbeat pound through his body. “At least, I think that’s what that’s telling me.”

June stared down at the reading of the scale for a few seconds, then let out a subdued ‘huh’.

“Fascinating. Never thought I’d actually be able to see this.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a phenomenon tied to hyper men.”

He waited for her to continue. “So… what is it?”

June either didn’t hear or didn’t want to respond, but her next words made Nathan jump. “So you can see the faint swelling.”

“Sorry, what?”

“Stop moving!” June set a hand on his shoulder. “I’m trying to observe.”

“Swelling? Are you–”

“Saying that you’re making cum at a visible rate, yes, now hush.”

June’s kept her focus between the scale and his balls, and Nathan tried to ignore the awkwardness of the situation, wishing it would end already. About a minute later, he got his wish, and as he took his package off the scale and began redressing as June took her final measurements, he couldn’t stop questioning just how much heavier they were than before the whole session.

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It had only been two days, and Nathan was really starting to worry.

June had handed him more medication after yesterday, and deep down, he seriously wondered if she had added something to that batch that wasn’t there before. Those incidents he had felt the day before happened more frequently, far longer, and far more intensely. In fact, they had been refusing to properly subside lately- the tingling would turn into a burning, buzzing sensation that hovered around his head and balls, making it almost impossible to focus on anything. The smothering sensations felt like they threatened to just return to their earlier function and kick his production back up, turning his balls back into unreal cum factories, swelling with his–

“Nathan!” Two snaps from June in his face tore him out of his moment. How long had he been standing there? “Come on, don’t zone out on me.”

“Sorry, sorry.” He blinked and shook his head, fruitlessly trying to clear his mind. “I think this whole thing is just… getting to me.” He stepped forward and repeated yesterday’s actions, struggling with his newer, more swollen size. “How much longer is this experiment going?”

June leaned down to the readout. “I originally figured that it would be slightly longer than three days, but your impressive results might just mean you get tomorrow to yourself.”

“I don’t know if that makes it better or worse.”

“I’d say it’s better, because we’re taking away the possibility that…” June continued talking, but it started fading into the background. His senses started focusing on other things: his heartbeat, the buzzing and burning feelings all about him, the unceasing pressure between his legs. The last had been a growing constant throughout yesterday and today and had made itself a growing concern when he noticed how his balls started feeling bloated and stressed. The skin had looked like it was trying to keep a tide held back, and pressure crept all over them as well as up to the base of his cock.

A sharp, icy sensation cut through his thoughts and tore him to the present. “Did you not hear anything?” June pulled the freezing pen away from his sensitive balls.

“Ah- I’m sorry, no, I didn’t.” Nathan sheepishly glanced away. What was getting into him? He never lost focus like this before.

“…Well, honesty is rare to come by with participants. Right, I’ll make this short.” June packed everything back up as she spoke. “You’re likely gonna pump this all out on your own tonight. Call me when you start feeling really weird, I want to be here and have everything set up before the fireworks start. You’re getting into a feedback loop, one that ends in a mess. And I wanna record it for science. You got that?”

“Call you when weird stuff starts happening. But isn’t this,” he gestured to his already absurdly over-sized balls, “weird enough?”

“You’ll know it when it happens. And no, you can’t possibly mistake it for anything else. Just get somewhere you can make a mess and call me before it happens.” June slung her bag over her shoulder and turned to leave. “Have fun, and I’ll see you tonight.”

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She was right. At about six, things got weird for Nathan, he called June, and he slogged over to the bathroom. If he were honest, he was excited to finally be done with this whole ordeal, as… exhilarating as it had been.

The whole day had been a long blur, his world dipping into and out of phases of his body producing what felt to be liters of cum, then slipping out hungry, thirsty, and dazed. It wouldn’t be ten minutes past him sating those desires before his body turned back to pumping out cum again. It had all felt like a never-ending cycle that he was worryingly starting to get used to and possibly like.

After fulfilling his urges and stuffing himself during supper, he felt his body kicking back into gear and his balls resume their production. It was only when they seemed to be picking up their pace and his arousal built under him like a stoked fire that he really started to worry. He grabbed his phone, called June, then started to make for the bathroom.

He had only managed to stagger a few steps when he realized that all that activity below the belt was starting to catch up with him- not only were his balls in the way whenever he tried to take a step, their weight was enough to throw off his balance at nearly every step of the way. In a way, he wasn’t surprised to see June arrive not too long after he had gotten into the bathroom and set himself down in the tub, for how much it all slowed him down.

And now, here he was. Impossibly aroused as his balls continued to bloat with every heartbeat (even though they spanned the tub already), while June set up either a camera or a laptop behind a waterproof screen. He wasn’t all that sure, as he feared breaking his concentration for even a second would allow the dam to break. He wondered if he was still holding on because he feared how intense everything would be, or if he was trying to stretch this moment as long as possible- like it or not, he had found this whole thing growing on him (well, in that way too), to the point that he had found himself trying to plan out a time to do this all again.

“Is everything set up?” He tried distracting himself, even though he knew it wouldn’t amount to anything.

“Yeah, you’re good to blow anytime.”

Nathan sighed in exasperation. “Gee, thanks. If only I could actually control when it went off.” Carefully, he brought a hand up to the head of his cock as it towered in front of his face. The slightest of touches on its surface seemed to burn into his mind, and even his breath seemed to tease it onward. Beneath it all, the burning arousal and the reminders of his incessant production had almost seemed to blur into the background noise. He constantly felt the slightest bit of cold ceramic against them as they swelled, but the overwhelming heat they put off made sure it didn’t stay long.

He swallowed as he gazed up at his dick. Had it ever been this long before? Obviously, his balls were far beyond any size he had ever been in his life, and he never thought being this aroused was possible, much less staying like this for hours on end. Maybe he was testing the limits of his body in more than one way.

A wave of heat started to overtake him, rising through his chest and simmering in his head. A craving, a desire, a need was gripping every part of him. His lungs seemed to demand more and more air. His arms seemed to more forward on their own, searching and testing his cock. “J-uhn! June!” He could feel his mind start to slip and lose its grasp on the world around him.

She said something, but he couldn’t hear her.

The orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer swung up though his chest and into his skull. The first shot of cum fired from his cock and sprayed off the ceiling and the shimmering droplets mixed with the stars swimming in his vision.

He only had the time for a single breath before the next rope. Bliss flooded his mind and unraveled the corners of his consciousness. He shut his eyes as the load drained and he felt it land all around and over him- hard against the ceiling, but also on the tile, his skin, his hair–

The third hit Nathan before he had the chance to recover, and he slipped into the battering storm of pleasure.

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Nathan felt his mind slowly coalesce as his thoughts bled into and out of each other, ravaged by the final ejaculations his body could muster. He could feel the rhythm slow as he emptied out the final liters of cum. With what little mental control he had, he clenched and tried to push back against the tide. For a moment, his cock stopped and his balls held back the last of their load, but the last trickle of arousal built and built, burning in the base of his mind. All it took was a momentary slip, and his body released the last of his cum in one final wave.

It was done. His body burned with exhaustion, his mind was in a fog, his whole crotch ached, his heart was racing, and his breathing was heavy, but it was all finally over. He slowly became aware that his eyes were closed with something covering them, that everything below his neck was engulfed in something warm, and of a slow, gentle pattering around the room. Weakly, he brought a hand to his eyes and cleared what he could off them, then opened his eyes to survey the damage.

He almost didn’t recognize where he was. Cum not only blanketed every horizontal surface and splattered against most of the walls and ceiling, but it filled the bathtub he was sitting in enough to overflow the lip and lazily spill out onto the floor. Every few seconds, another drop fell from the ceiling and joined the mess below.

Nathan let out a long, slow breath. ‘Fuck’, he thought, ‘hopefully June caught all that.’ He paused as his thoughts slowly started to spin up. Something was wrong; what was he missing…?

His mind caught on a dangling thought. June! Was she caught up in all this mess?

His neck complained as it turned, but he saw June sitting on the counter, wide-eyed in shock. She was half behind the sheet she had set up and the repercussions were obvious. The left side of her body was drenched in cum- it visibly saturated her clothes, splattered on her lab coat, and tangled in her hair.

Nathan tried to splutter out an apology between breaths. “Juh— June, I’m sorry! Are you alright?”

Slowly, like she was coming to terms with the situation in front of her, June lifted a hand and hopelessly tried to wipe off the cum from her face. “I’m fine,” she blinked a few times after clearing off her eyes, “but holy shit, man. No wonder you were so reluctant to do this.” She turned her head, and reached for the camera she set up behind the screen. “Good news, though, I got it recorded.” She slid off the counter and onto the floor, and Nathan heard an unsettling squelch. “I’m gonna go change my clothes quick while you recover, and we can clean this all up together.”

“Please,” Nathan leaned back and closed his eyes, dreading the upcoming hour, “take your time.”