After a… rather risky decision on Nathan’s part, he and Aria spend an afternoon of pleasure together. As things always go between hypers, things get a little messy.

There is an older version of this chapter. You can find it chapter here.

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Nathan Van der Berg was thankful that this elevator was a new one and that it glided along its rails without shuddering or shaking. On any other day, he probably wouldn’t have taken the elevator- and he probably wouldn’t be so thankful over such an ordinary thing. Both of these things stemmed from the simple decision he’d made this morning that had honestly caused him far more grief and consternation than he expected.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened to the ninth floor. He grabbed his bags and hobbled out of the elevator, down the hall towards his apartment, number 943. Nathan was a tall man, easily towering over most of the people he knew, and was on the skinnier side of average, something he joked was thanks to his ‘condition’. He was what people called a ‘hyper’, the specific name being something people had trouble remembering (Developmental Sexual Hypertrophy), and its effects were quite difficult to hide even with his slightly baggy clothes, especially on a day like today for him. Currently, his over-sized bulge was sitting heavily past his knees and well onto his shins and noticeably wider than his shoulders- if it weren’t for how much was going into keeping them in line, it would have been a wonder that he could have left his apartment building in the first place.

Every step sent his package moving- he could practically feel all the cum slosh around his balls and shove his dick along with it. It wasn’t hard to hear his nuts slapping against his shins, but him hurrying meant that the noise was unavoidable. They were stuffed with literal gallons of jizz- he’d say thirty, but knew full well that it was probably close to forty at this size. Every pulse he felt in his neck felt like a reminder: another minute, another cup of thick spunk stuffed into their bulk. The problem wasn’t that they were full to bursting (he knew what that felt like), it was that he felt he was going to cum at any moment- and dropping however much cum in the middle of a hallway felt like a faux pas.

An incredibly relieving faux pas, but a situation he didn’t want to explain to his neighbors. Hypers had bad enough stereotypes, he didn’t need to make things worse.

Nathan fumbled a key out of his pocket and unlocked his apartment, hurrying inside and setting his bags down. After closing the door, he turned to the side and quickly tried to make a bit of room for everything below the belt. Undoing a button, he shed his first layer, what amounted to the legs, ass, and waist of a pair of jeans. Its crotchless aspect made it a perfect match for the second layer, which was a more public-friendly and thankfully quite stretchy piece of clothing that covered his whole package and blended in with the upper layer. Opening the button here and unzipping the semi-hidden fly, he reached into the last layer to fish out his hardening cock from its prison.

Fuck, it was such a relief to finally have it free! Now exposed to the air, it began to harden in earnest, the leg-thick rod pushing itself closer and closer to its full length. A couple veins reached down its length, none quite as thick as a finger. He sighed and let it go, his dick momentarily falling only to resume pointing itself skyward. Reaching down to his waistband, he began working everything else off his body when something interrupted him.

“What’s this?” A sultry woman’s voice spoke up behind him. A hand went to grab as much of his girth as possible while something warm pressed into his back- his entire back. She tested the weight in her hand. “This hard so early? Why, it’s not even five. You didn’t skip your pill,” she breathed into his ear and punctuated her question with a squeeze, making him gasp, “did you?”

“I–” he panted, momentarily blanking out as she began to trace a finger along his length. The pill she mentioned was the choice he made that morning, a story for another time. “Look, sometimes I prefer to enjoy myself in the evening, there’s nothing–” she worked a moan out of him by kneading a sensitive spot beneath his glans.

“I get it,” she cooed, her tone suddenly soft and conciliatory, “but isn’t it more fun to enjoy these times with someone else? You wouldn’t want to leave me out in the cold, and I’m sure you’d appreciate the attention.”

Nathan swallowed, his resolve crumbling. “Alright.”

“Hm?” God, why was she playing innocent? “‘Alright’ what?”

“We can– Let’s take this to the dry room.” It was getting difficult for him to string his thoughts together.

She hummed in thought. “Not the wording I was hoping for,” she let go of his cock and moved forwards, trailing her other arm along his in a silent invitation forward, “but we can work on that in the future.”

‘Dammit,’ he thought, now achingly hard, ‘how the hell does Aria keep finding ways to get at me like this?’ Aria, Nathan’s girlfriend, was a wonder to behold. She was tall like him, though a few inches shorter, and what scant few clothes she liked to wear showed off her athletic build. Her long, naturally bright-red hair flowed down to her mid-back, allowing the eye to slide down to her thick thighs and heart-shaped ass. But far and away, it was her breasts that stood out more than anything else on her body. She had to maneuver herself one orb at a time through the slightly widened door, and even then she struggled to fit through without squeezing them a bit. Even with that minor hiccup, she managed to keep her elegant, enticing look going strong.

Having long discarded his first layer, Nathan followed Aria into the dry room, closing the door behind him and slowly disrobing. The dry room was a godsend for any hyper- every surface, material, and piece of furniture was deliberately be waterproofed to make cleanup quick. Did it make things comfortable? Not exactly, but the sheer mess a hyper could make every day made these rooms all but a necessity.

A chuckle brought him back to the present. Aria had stripped herself bare in record time and was walking up to him. “Taking your time, hm? Thought you’d be wise enough to avoid keeping a woman waiting.”

“Oh,” he started pulling off his button-up shirtas he followed the tone she started, “but how could I ever make it up to you?”

She smiled as her gaze drifted downwards. “I could be convinced to forgive you… if you’d let me take care of one of those pieces myself.”

Nathan pulled off his undershirt and set it aside. “By all means, help yourself.”

Aria knelt down, a process that first involved her pushing her breasts out of the way. Once down, she began working on the last layer of his clothes, pulling the waistband of his sling out and over the rest of his package, one ball at a time. As the material came away, he felt the support and containment it offered him slip away, leaving him to deal with the full, heavy consequences of his choices. Aria was engrossed, hefting his spunk-bloated spheres and savoring their weight. Leaning in, she set her face between them, taking a deep breath as she shoved her hands into their masses.

He swallowed and suppressed a shudder as he felt his groin kick into high gear. There wasn’t any noise to it- no churning, sloshing, or anything like that, but fuck, did it feel like there should be.

Aria pulled back, her unfocused eyes slowly returning to normal. “Fuck,” she moaned, “that’s the shit. Alright,” she stepped backwards and stood up, “lie back on the bed, stud. It’s nice that you prepared this surprise for me,” she winked, “so I’d like to repay the favor.”

“Who am I to say no?” Nathan made his way over to the bed, more cautiously than before as every step sent his whole package jostling. He corralled his now fully erect cock, which reached a good few inches past the top of his head, against his chest. He felt the overwhelming heat it gave off in an unbroken line between his abs and face. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he spread his legs wide to keep his cum tanks’ weight off of them before leaning back.

“Alright,” Aria said, stepping forward. She’d reached around her breast, getting a firm grasp on her left nipple and areola. “How about a bit of homemade lubricant?” She kneaded her breast and immediately a handful of strong jets of milk sprayed in wide arcs from her, which she aimed as best she could onto his dick. She had always loved doing this ever since he first gave her the reluctant okay. At least it cut down on their lube use- and considering his size, he already went through plenty. “…And that should do.” She let go of her breast and let it flop back into place. “But don’t be afraid to ask if you think we need a bit more.”

“I won’t.” He felt a brief tinge of concern as Aria straddled him, engulfing his cock in her tits as she pulled it in front of her. From how she was kneeling, his cock head stretched all the way up to her collarbone as her colossal breasts smothered his chest and nearly reached his face. Her nipples, mouth-dominating behemoths on their own, sat almost out of view behind the sheer bulk of her tits. He reached out, grabbing her left nipple and bringing it to his mouth. “Would you mind if I worked on you as well? You don’t look as backed up as I am, but I thought you’d appreciate the attention yourself.”

“I certainly won’t arg– Hn!” Aria bit back a moan as he latched on, teasing a few streams with his teeth. “Oh, is that how it’s going to be?” She looked down at him with a look of feigned anger and indignity hiding her building lust. “And here I thought we’d be playing nice. I guess we’ll see who’s going to be begging for release first.” She brought her arms together, slamming her tits together around his cock, then leaned forward and teased the underside of his glans with her tongue. “Need I remind you that I have the head start.”

She began working her whole body along his shaft. She gave special attention to his cock head, making out with the slit and occasionally bringing up a hand to tease it further when she felt he wasn’t suffering enough. The assault on his senses left him with few means to retaliate- she fully worked with every single flinch of arousal and automatic buck of his hips with devastating effectiveness. Though he worked on her sensitive nipples, pulling and sucking on them as much as his mind would allow while he reached over and teased her other nipple, it all seemed to amount to nothing- his fixations only managed to make his mind swim, unfocused and hazy between the warm, sweet, and heavy milk that was pouring into his mouth and how his body was building up for release, the slow and inexorable churn as his balls sluggishly prepared their bounty.

He was desperate. His chest burned as he felt the gallons of pent-up seed on the verge of eruption and if it weren’t for the endless pints of milk pouring down his throat, he knew he’d be making louder and more desperate noises than Aria was. Her moans and panting sounded like she was similarly close to the edge, but she had a history of acting up only to shove him over the edge and gloat in her victory.

A sudden shock sent a violent jolt through his body. He didn’t have long before he would be giving the ceiling a fresh coat of jizz. He frantically redoubled his efforts, doing everything he could to try and eke out even the faintest glimmer of a victory from her, but the building, searing heat beneath his crotch signaled his defeat. Before he could get his thoughts together to pull his mouth of her nipple and warn her, he came.

The heavy orgasm slammed into his mind, making him act beyond his control. His back arched and eyes rolled back as his cock belched an inch-thick rope of thick, potent cum for a full half-second, splattering what must have been a gallon of spunk straight into the ceiling and down onto everything in the room. For a second afterwards, his body paused, wracked by arousal and momentarily recovering from what just happened to it.

Then his body fired a second jet of cum, no less powerfully than the last, no less heavily than the last, no less intense than the last. The mess was splattering everywhere, beginning to pile on top of itself. Then he fired a third massive shot, then a fourth, an unstoppable geyser of cum.

Then… a short, fifth spurt fired out of his cock, smaller and less intense than the ones before. Nathan continued to shudder and convulse, humping and thrusting against what he slowly realized was cool, open air. He slowly came back to his senses, swimming in the combined brain fog of unsatisfied arousal and demanding afterglow, interrupted only by the cool sheer of sweat all over his body. The heat in his groin sank back to his balls, letting them sit just as backed up and bloated as before. Cum was splattered everywhere, all over him, the sheets, and further around the room, he found as he pushed himself to sit up. Looked around his pillar of a cock, he saw Aria leaning back against the wall, panting as a hand worked between her thighs, twin trickles of wetness running down her legs.

“F-fuck,” she moaned out weakly, “I thought I– mnh! Had a bit more time to– hn! Figure out another trump card over you.” She lurched as an orgasm, smaller than his, wracked her body. He pulled her hand away, clearly fighting herself to continue. “Guess we’re back to the Red Queen’s race.”

Nathan chuckled sloppily as he continued to breathe heavily, his mind still not fully together. “That’s what you get for training up your sensitivity.”

Aria rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t just me training my sensitivity. Still, I can’t call that a victory for me. I guess the ball’s in your court now. What position do you want to do next?”

He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. A devious idea struck him. “How about we switch?”

She blinked. The realization slowly dawned on her. “Like, fully switch roles and…?”

“Yep.” He slowly stood- his legs were still a little wobbly, but he still kept them under him. “Make the fight just as fair as it was for me.”

“But–” she pouted, “I at least gave you some way to fight back!”

“Turnabout’s fair play, considering how much I was at your mercy.”

Aria continued to pout but made her way to the bed and sat down, shifting herself into a better position and pushing her enormous breasts off to the sides. Nathan knelt down in front of her, pausing to move his stuffed balls behind himself to avoid sitting on them. It wouldn’t have been uncomfortable, but it was an awkward sensation he wanted to avoid, if at all possible. The feeling of that cum sloshing and churning around as his nuts settled was something he quietly loved, but it felt like a threat at the moment, like they were primed to blow without him, angry at their denied release. Mentally soothing them, he grabbed his still achingly-erect cock and pointed it under the bed as Aria opened up her thighs for him.

“You’ve had quite a bit already,” she shuddered in anticipation, “you sure there’s still room in there?”

“Always room for the second course.” He leaned in.

“Mn. Just don– Hah!” Nathan ran his tongue along her swollen lips, earning an aggressive squeeze from her thighs. She grabbed onto his hair, momentarily trying to pull him back before reluctantly loosening her grip. “Just don’t go too hard. I wanted you to enjoy yourself and get some release. This one’s for you; if you spend too much time on me, I’m going to get upset. Got it?”

He hummed and nodded in confirmation, continuing to slowly work at her. Like she said, she was already riled up- every lick, every motion against her pussy seemed to earn some kind of reaction. Moans, gasps, the occasional twitch or jump. Her smell was wonderful, her taste even more so. It was fitting he called them ’liquid arousal’- these sensations alone were enough to work him up.

He circled her slit and pulled the hood back from her clit, careful not to push forward too quickly, making a few brave circles around it before backing off. Aria was not enthusiastic about this, gripping his hair again and pulling his head back in before locking it in between her thighs. Facing the ‘punishment’, he pushed forward and resumed his work.

After what felt like a few minutes of eating her out and more than a few orgasms, Nathan reached an arm up along the curve of her breast, searching for and finding a nipple spraying its product into the air and pouring out onto the floor. He teased it, sending another few waves of pleasure through her and giving him a moment to pull back and rest his jaw.

Wait, ‘rest his jaw’? Aria said she wanted something quick, how long had he been doing this! All at once, he suddenly became aware of his body and how much he was aching for release- his cock throbbed in want and his balls churned in need of reprieve, worryingly more aggressive than when he started. The sheer desire almost overwhelmed him as he brought himself to stand, fishing his leg-thick cock up and struggling to properly angle it at her. “A-Aria, I-I have to–”

Aria pulled her head up, forcing her eyes open. “Do it,” she panted, “fuck me!” She reached down and helped guide him in, slightly more in control of herself.

There was a moment of resistance, but the walls of her pussy relaxed and his cock began sliding in, inch by inch, a testament of months of her training to take his girth. As the sensations became too much to bear, he started involuntarily thrusting his way deeper, each push earning a moan from Aria. He slowed and stopped about a foot in- he still had plenty more to go, but this was already pushing how much she could take.

After sliding back a few inches, he began thrusting until his body moved to the arousal fogging his mind. It felt surreal, between Aria’s mind-bending ministrations and how his balls half-sloshed and half-slapped against the back of his legs with each thrust. He could feel all the jizz roiling around, gaining that slightest bit more weight with each thrust.

He reached for one of Aria’s nipples, fighting against her breast’s milk-slicked surface and substantial weight to haul it to his mouth. Her breasts were noticeably larger from when they started; he idly wondered how much she made the whole time they were fucking but lost the thought as he struggled to latch onto the mouth-filling nipple and swallow down everything she was expressing. A few trickles escaped out of the sides of his mouth.

There was another orgasmic gasp from Aria and she squeezed his cock as she came. He could feel it- if he wasn’t close, he was going to cum soon. He pulled her nipple out of his mouth and swallowed the last of her milk. “Aria!” he panted, “I’m going to cum!”

Aria broke from her reverie, quickly coming back to reality. “Do it! Fucking drown me!”

His hold on an ocean of cum back slipping by the second, Nathan only had the time for a few more thrusts. He felt his balls tense and his loads of cum sluggishly flow up, readying themselves to be fired. Heat welled in his head as he began to lose his ability to focus.

He came. His lower body seized and he felt the wave of cum rush down his dick and shoot into Aria, splashing back on him as he overfilled her. A second rope of cum splashed into her and back onto his legs before he got his body to pull back. Staggering back a few steps, he pulled free and his cock bobbed around, firing countless ropes of spunk- splashing all over the walls, splattering hard against the ceiling, landing over Aria… She squealed in ecstasy with every wave of jizz that washed over her.

Half a minute in, and his orgasm still continued unabated. His knees buckling and mind reeling from the pleasure, he made himself fall forwards, on top of Aria and into her cleavage, angling his cock at the last second so that he didn’t literally drown her. He felt her arms wrap around him, one along his cock that helped point it and the other wrapped across his back. Lying like this, he could feel the different parts of his orgasm- his balls pushing up the next load of sperm, his cumvein widening and shrinking to every rope, the slow pulsing of his prostate, his cock bucking with every shock of pleasure…

Aria ran an encouraging finger along his glans and licked the underside of his cockhead, earning the heaviest rope of cum he’d released all night and a deep, throaty moan, which he just now realized he’d been giving. He shut his eyes tight, tucked his head down, and rode out the rest of the orgasm.

Whether it was a solid minute of orgasm or five, Nathan couldn’t tell. But what he could tell, through his mind knit itself back together out of his world-shaking orgasm and the full-body aftershocks, was that he was finally empty. His cock softened beneath him, dribbling out the last trickles of cum as it shrank, which Aria was luxuriating in tasting in handfuls.

They were both a sticky, sweaty, panting mess. Though they had each avoided most of their own messes of milk and cum, Aria was drenched from cunt to chin and beyond in jizz and Nathan was sprayed with milk from nose to navel. He could feel the occasional dribble off the ceiling onto his back and plainly see the sheets of white slowly pouring off the wall opposite him. He could still hear milk splattering against the ground behind him.

Nathan shakily tried to pick himself up out of the canyon of her breasts but Aria reached up and gently stopped him and pulled him back on top of her, close enough that she could kiss him. As he returned the kisses, one turned into two and they found themselves making out in the afterglow, pausing only to gasp for breath.

After a minute, Aria pulled back. “Darling, I’d love to continue this,” she brought a hand down and rubbed one of the swells of her breasts, “but my tits are killing me. I’m sure you want a drink after that performance, so could you please set up my milker? It’s already in the bathroom, I… might need a minute to get over there.”

Nathan smiled as he stood up. “I love you, Aria.”

She smiled back. “I love you too.”