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The City: Schrodinger's Hyena

By Cimmaron Spirit

WARNING: Contains: hyper, stretching, clones, belly bulge, excessive cum, macro, and other such fun stuff. If you're 18 or you don't like this, then go away! We don't want your kind around here. If you do, then please enjoy!

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The snow leopard doctor adjusted his glasses as he looked over the tablet in his hands. "Okay, so Mr. Verdon, you say you have the feel that you are having anal intercourse, even when you aren't?"

"That's right," the hyena, Lenny Verdon, said. "It started like a week ago. At first I just thought it was... well, me wanting to take a dick up the butt. But then I began to notice that when I had that feeling, my asshole was being stretched as well. And every time it was getting bigger and bigger. Then it started happening all hours of the day, no matter where I was, if I was horny or not. And then my belly started to bulge out too, and then stayed that way. And I began to... see things that weren't happening."

The doctor tapped at the screen, his tail swishing behind him. "Hmm. This is rather unusual. I've never heard of a case like this before."

"I tried to look it up, but I didn't..." Lenny froze. He could feel it. It was going to happen....

"Well, the infonet isn't the most reliable place to find medical information," the doctor said, oblivious to the sudden discomfort of the patient.

"Um, doctor?" Lenny asked, as he could feel his tailhole opening up. The phantom feeling felt... bigger than before. He looked down. His pants were stretching, to take in the massive invisible girth that was stretching his rear. He could feel the zipper and button on the front start to strain.

The doctor continued tapping on the tablet. "Well, I will send a message to the health board, and-"

"Doctor!" Lenny said, panic in his voice. His could already feel his stomach starting to bulge out, but then shrink back. He reached down, and could see his stomach starting to stretch again, even more this time, making his shirt ride up. The ring of his ass was stretched so wide, and he could feel the massive, hard cock grinding past it, even though there wasn't a single thing currently near his rear.

"Look, I know you want an answer, but I can't-"

"Doctor!" Lenny shouted, grabbing the snow leopards shoulder, and spinning him around. The doctor was about to snap at Lenny until he saw the massive, impossible belly stretch. The tablet clattered to the floor.

"Nurse! We need an observation room, stat!" the doctor bellowed. Lenny groaned as he could feel the invisible hyper cock stretch him bigger and bigger, turning the lithe hyena into a living condom.

The bulge stretched and retracted, grew and shrank, his guts distending out at least four feet from the hyena's stomach with each massive thrust.

Then almost as soon as it started, the phantom cock hilted, and soon Lenny's belly began to bloat again, this time with a copious cumload that was filling the hyena's tightly stretched belly, making the massive pole vanish in a huge blimp of a stomach.

But there was not a drop of semen was anywhere. Except when Lenny's own cock, a tiny six inches compared to what was happening to him, finally shot it's load, covering the hyena's outstretched belly.

"And get a science team there, ASAP!" the doctor shouted. "This is... new."

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For the next three days, Lenny found himself lying totally naked on a bed in the white paneled, fluorescent light filled observation room. Actually, it was the fifth observation room he had been in: as his condition occurred time and again, the hyena bloated even bigger, with an even bigger phantom dick piercing him, and an even bigger filling after that trashing the previous rooms.

But Lenny didn't even feel that. By now, he was sure that his body was ruined: his ass had stretched so much, even without an actual dick or a toy penetrating him, that only a macro could satisfy him.

The snow leopard doctor, surrounded by a team of doctors and scientists, finally came up to Lenny in one of the brief times when he wasn't be screwed. "So, we have come up with a theory of what is happening," the snow leopard said, adjusting his glasses. "It's become clear that it's something else that is causing... this."

No shit, Lenny thought. Next you'll tell me that the sky is blue and hyper's are well endowed.

"But, we have a feeling that maybe it's a fairly new clone to The City. We've been going over records from the cloning facility, and we've discovered that there was a recent creation from the cloning labs, about 12 days ago when you first started seeing this take place. And, it's matches every single identifier for you." The doctor turned the tablet in his hand to show Lenny the screen: a side-by-side of himself and this other hyena. According to the marks on the side, everything: height, weight, colour pattern, even DNA was the same, as well as a couple dozen other markers and notes.

"But... how? I thought the cloning labs were supposed to be totally random with the new clones?"

"I'm not sure. It also seems like you had a hidden ability for excessive stretching that didn't show up on your charts before. They aren't getting back to us on how this could have happened. But, it seems that you two have a... connection, per say. Whatever happens to one of you also happens to the other."

Lenny rolled his eyes. He could figure that out. "So... what are you going to do about it?"

The snow leopard taped at his tablet again. "We are going to find him."

"And how are you going to do that?" Lenny asked.

"By turning the tables on him."

Before Lenny was going to ask what that was, the massive door to the side of the room that lead outdoors suddenly opened. Lenny looked over, and gasped.

Standing by the doors was a fifty foot macro bison, with a cock that hung past his knees and was easily three times as wide as Lenny was, behind which was a pair of massive balls that nearly touched the ground. A steady stream of cum was leaking from the massive, muscular bovine, showing he wasn't just macro, hyper, and muscular, but a prodigious producer as well.

"Whoa, wait, what?" Lenny exclaimed as the bed he was on was wheeled out of the macro sized observation room. "You... you can't be serious!"

The snow leopard tapped at his tablet. "Well, The guardians said it has been impossible to find this specific hyena," the doctor said. "None of the security footage has seen him for days. So, we think that if ol' James here could bloat you up, then it should make it easier for the Guardians to track him down. After all, finding a massive, inflated hyena on the street, or in the ruins of a house or building, should be simple, no?"

Lenny looked up at the bison, who gave a smirk, before grabbing hold of the base of his massive cock, and giving the leaking member a shake. The hyena could only give a nervous gulp.

"Hey, as your previous encounters have shown, you are clearly capable of taking something this big," the snow leopard continued. The other doctors began to leave, retreating to the safety of the hospital.

"Here, take this ear piece. It will magnify your voice so James can hear you, and so that we can keep in contact." The doctor gently pushed the little device into Lenny's ear. "And don't worry. This will be the last time that you will get pumped up like this. That is, unless you want to," the snow leopard said, before joining his colleagues. The doors to the observation room slammed shut.

Lenny looked up to the massive bison, his dick growing hard.

"So... uh... how big do your partners get?" Lenny said, his voice showing just how nervous he was.

"Big enough," James said, his voice a bellow as he rubbed his stiffening cock, reaching up high into the sky, nearly to the bison's muzzle. "Though I usually need five or six guys to handle just one of my loads. But I was told to pump it all into you this time."

Lenny's face dropped as the bison reached down and grabbed the hyena. James was surprisingly gentle with the tiny hyena not even a tenth of his size. At least, until the bison positioned the hyena, ass first, onto his cock. The constant flow was threatening to make Lenny slide off, or get launched off.

"Ready little guy?" James asked.

"I-I guess so?" Lenny replied.

Without even a second guess, the bison tugged at Lenny's legs, and the massive tip pushed right into Lenny's ass. The hyena gave out of a loud moan: even after having massive invisible dicks wreck his rear, this was was almost too much. But his body stretched irregardless: one of the benefits of having that particular ability.

Foot after foot of bison dick pushed its way in, going deeper and deeper into Lenny's ass. His stomach began to stretch almost instantly around the mountain of a cock, and rounding out just as quickly as the constant stream of cum from James began to pool inside the hyena. He could feel the pulsing, throbbing cock in him, and the flow of cum running up the bison's urethra, just to deposit into the now grotesquely fat hyena.

"How are you doing?" the doctor asked through Lenny's earpiece.

"How the fuck do you think?" Lenny gasped, as not even half the bison's cock was inside him. And James was starting to get a bit rougher...

"Okay, so about average then," the doctor replied.

Lenny was about to make some snippy comment when he could feel something push at his throat. He looked down, as best as he could, only to see the white cum start to pour out of his mouth, and cascade over his lewdly distended body.

The bison was grunting and groaning as he pulled Lenny even deeper onto his cock. "Jesus, you are tight. Should have given you a fisting or something first," the bison said.

The hyena gurgled a reply. He hoped this would be over soon...

Then he could feel his feet touch the base of the bison's cock, his paws resting on the bison's six pack abs.

"Well, not going to try to ram that much into you," James said, slightly disapointed. Instead, one hand let go of Lenny's leg, and grabbed the bulging middle of the hyena condom. "So I guess I gotta jack myself off!"

The macro then began to quickly stroke his dick through the thin skin and fur of the hyena. Lenny nearly choked as he felt the macro began to rub up and down Lenny's body, only shifting the hyena up and down a bit (still measured in feet, mind you) to get himself off.

And if the constant production wasn't a cue, it didn't take much to get the bison to blow his load.

The bison didn't give out a bellow. He just snorted a bit, and the flow of cum picked up, and the throbbing cock flared just a bit more...

But the hyena was now turning from just a condom into a balloon.

When oil was a thing, long before The City was built, they measured it's output by barrels. Lenny had no idea why that thought suddenly cross his mind.

But either way, barrels of cum was flooding Lenny's insides. Soon even the balloon comparison wasn't good enough: a blimp, a massive zepplin, was the only thing that the hyena could be compared too.

"I think we got something here," the snow leopard doctor nonchantly said into Lenny's earpiece. "A half dozen buildings were just flatted in Richardsburg. And... okay, now it's an entire city block. And it's a hyena! We found the clone!"

Lenny gave a gurgled reply, cum still pouring out his mouth.

"Well, that's good," James said, before smirking at Lenny. "But that's not even half my load yet. And I was told to fill you right up."

Lenny just groaned.

He was never going to have sex with a hyper again.

The City: Debt to Society

By Cimmaron Spirit

WARNING: Contains: hyper cock, cum milking, mechanical dildoes, muscles, coyotes, and jails. If this isn't your thing, then go find something else. Otherwise, enjoy!

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"Due to repeated offences, the length and severity of your punishment will be increased," the fat jaguar judge said, looking over his glasses at the defendant, a young, pierced, tattooed coyote named Lane, with orange and blue dyed hair and tattoos up his arm, partially covered by the orange jumpsuit he was wearing. "I hereby sentence you to ten years in Prison 95."

That is what lead Lane to this place. He groaned, trying to move his hands, but the tight chains and shackle around his wrist prevented much movement. Not that the massive, pumped up arms could have even moved that much even had he been free.

The massive, muscular coyote groaned, panting heavily as he felt it racing through his system again. It was like an intense heat, racing from injection sites on his arms through his entire body. Grunting, wincing as the heat focused on his groin, his balls churning, his cock stiffening and flaring even harder, before he let out a low, pained howl as he came again. The seven foot cock on his groin spewed another load of cum, caught in the massive tube clamped over his cock. The thick, creamy white fluid began to build up in the tube, before a hose attached to the end starting pulling the fluid away. Lane winced as the vacuum pressure on his junk built up, keep his cock hard and erect. And slowly, ever so slowly, making his cock bigger.

Lane hung from the chains, reinforced to the roof and the floor, as his orgasm died down, and he was left hanging. Sweat glistened over his naked body, accenting his ripped back, his massive pecs, his eight pack abs, his hard round butt, his shapely tree trunks of legs.

This wasn't his body. Well, he didn't really have this before he was sentenced to prison.

At first, this jail was like any other that he knew: overcrowded, dirty, violent, and full of sex. He had spent most of his adult life, and a lot of his juvie years, in and out of the penal system of The City. There wasn't much else he could have done except try to rob places and people, and get caught doing it. The fact they still kept booting him out even though he had run up a lengthy list of crimes and charges showed just how bad this system was.

But then one day, a group of scientists came along, and asked for volunteers. With nothing better to do, Lane signed up.

There was a low buzzing, and then the vacuum on his cock picked up. Robotic arms reached for his shot glass sized nipples, and began to toy with them. A vibrating dildo, over three feet long and almost a foot in diameter, pushed up against his tail hole, and slipped in.

Lane groaned, feeling his balls starting to churn again.

He was injected with so many drugs, so many pills, so many chemicals, until he was turned into a big, hulking beast fit only to do one thing. His balls hung down past his chained feet, massive cum factories fit only to fill the massive tanks he could just barely make out past the bright lights focused on him.

Those tanks of cum were used for almost everything in The City. Need to build a building? Take a couple tons of seed, add a special formula, pour it into molds, and hey presto, you have one of the strongest materials ever found. Food shortages adding up? Add some flavours and dyes, and then you have a protein rich paste that could be shaped and crafted to resemble real food. Need more material for the cloning labs? Clothes? Toys? Any one of the innumerable consumer products? Look no further.

Lane gave a moan as he was milked dry of cum. Okay, that was a lie: his balls never stopped producing seed. He was just given short breaks to allow his testicles to recharge, build up pressure, and cum again.

He looked to the wall. A digital display ticked upwards with different stats. How many orgasms, how much cum, how many more days to go. All those numbers were excessively high. He was promised that this would cut his sentence short, and even have some credits wired to his account when he was done. But the coyote didn't care now. All he knew, all he wanted, was to have the pressure on his balls, on his cock, to go away. But it never did. Even in the few hours they lowered him down to sleep, he was still producing seed. If he didn't get milked, his balls would just constantly keep inflating until he was more balls than coyote, even with his god like physique.

Lane panted as he felt the pressure going again, the dildo in his ass vibrating and ramming hard into him, to keep him stimulated and ready to go again.

The coyote flexed, groaned, and came again. And again, and again.

He was repaying his debt to society.