A Demonstration (Commmission, Futa/Solo, Hyper, Growth, Inflation)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Short story commissioned by Blader17.

“You’re serious?” Monica stared blankly at the woman across from her.

“It’s just… too intimidating,” the woman, Janelle, lowered her gaze to the table between them. She was Monica’s fifth attempt at a girlfriend in as many weeks, and she came to the same conclusion as they all did; Monica was simply too big. They were curious about her at first, then turned tail and ran the moment they realised what would inevitably come to pass if they stayed with the futa, “It’d tear me apart.”

“Haven’t you read a single thing about Hypers?” Monica groaned and leaned back to rub at the obtuse bulge in her dress. She’d hoped someone like Janelle would have done her research, being a medical student majoring in Hypers.

“I-I have,” Janelle stammered, flushing slightly, “But… it’s so hard to believe.”

“Would a demonstration help?” Monica inquired dryly and stood up, showing off her hyper-endowed cock to the whole restaurant. She walked around to the student and helped her up, pulling her to the exit.

“You can’t be serious?” Janelle blanched at the offer, but she didn’t resist the insistent pull, stumbling after the graceful futa. Being born a Hyper, Monica was used to the cumbersome and often awkward weight of her body, and more than accustomed to flaunting it. She had to, anything she wore wrapped tight around her curves, and it was engraved in her physiology to attract. That was what Janelle had read.

The student soon found herself in her temporary girlfriend’s home. Each door was larger than average, widened for Monica’s broad hips and breasts. They stretched out several inches past her shoulders, the perfect frame for her cock and balls, which hung down to her shins. Even by Hyper standards, Monica was a spectacle to behold.

Janelle had only met a handful of them. Males, females and futanari alike, yet Monica was shrouded in something they lacked, something that Janelle couldn’t discern no matter how she tried to analyse the Hyper. They didn’t lack in confidence after puberty, regardless of upbringing, and were always shameless in their pursuit of partners. Perhaps it was because Monica wasn’t trying to find multiple mates?

“There’s no one else here,” Janelle noted and looked around at the spotless abode.

“Of course not, why would there be?” Monica led her up a flight of stairs, glancing back with a curious eye.

“Aren’t Hypers always having sex?”

“Maybe the others are,” Monica murmured, “But I don’t care for it.”

“Why not?” Janelle frowned, crinkling her brow.

“Old fashioned, I guess?” Monica shrugged and pushed open a door. A rush of air blew across the pair, the heady musk contained within finally escaping.

“So, what are you going to show me?” Janelle restrained the urge to cover her nose, and to moan.

“That there’s nothing to be afraid of,” the hyper stated and unzipped her dress, the silk falling from her boulder-like breasts. She turned to face Janelle, curves and immense cock on full display, then grunted as she hefted the huge weight to reveal her puffy snatch, “Does mine look much different from yours?”

“N-no,” Janelle stuttered, eyes flickering between Monica’s figure.

“Then if I can handle myself, it stands to reason that you could too.

“I suppose s… wait, what?!” Janelle yelped as the gorgeous, overly endowed futa began to stroke her mammoth prick.

“I am going to fuck myself in front of you, and then you can make up your mind,” Monica clarified and sat down on the bed, “You’re welcome to help me if you’d like.” Janelle merely shook her head and lowered herself into a nearby chair, eyes following every movement of the elephantine member as it lifted from its throne made of her balls. The hyper shrugged, then turned around on all-fours to present her frame-dominant hips.

Monica bent her semi-erect shaft around her sack. Her veins throbbed against her balls, each responding to one another as if conversing through her heartbeat. Pleasure pulsed in tandem with them as moisture ran down her egregiously oversized testes, while her snatch undulated around thin air, juices flowing with abandon. As much as this was to demonstrate the safety of sex with a Hyper, Monica adored this self-indulgence. She peeked at Janelle and moved a hand to her ass, pulling the monumental cheeks apart.

The hyper-endowed futa brought her cock up and around until the bulbous head pressed into her engorged cunt. Monica beamed and moa

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