A Big Night
Tim adjusted the tie around his neck once more. He'd been waiting here for maybe five minutes, and had adjusted it about that many times in that period. He was uncomfortable. Dressed in a nice bottle green dress shirt and slacks, he was better dressed than he had been in months. Still, it could be worse; he could be forced to wear a kilt. The thought of the predicament he'd been in when he'd first acquired his package still made him blush, but his balls and cock were now firmly supported by hyper-friendly underwear and made modest by the cut of his slacks, designed for accommodating his genitalia.
It still looked like he was carrying two beach balls and a body pillow in his pants, but it was something.
Cheri was late. He'd met the otter girl on the internet, in a site that was a strange combination of support group, discussion forum, and dating service tailored to the hypers; those thousand or so affected by the GrowCo medical leak, and the hundreds who had since, for some reason, decided to inflict it upon themselves. Tim couldn't say he blamed them, really. For all the social stigma that came with ridiculously oversized parts, there was a growing demand for it with body modders and hedonists. He would freely admit that his old orgasms were barely worthy of comparison to the ones he could pull off now. He didn't know what Cheri's hyper was, and she didn't know just what was big about Tim. He preferred it that way. It turned out that most girls didn't quite get just how big he was, and by now he was sick of girls giving him the run-up only to bail on him. He'd finally decided to give the traditional dating thing a chance.
"Hey there," a feminine voice snapped him out of his reverie, and he looked up at the one addressing him. It was Cheri, and Tim would definitely not need to ask what her hyper was. She was an otter; brown fur, thick and glossy, across her body, with a cute muzzle and short, powerful tail that wagged slightly behind her. She had a ponytail of reddish hair, and was wearing a pair of slacks and a blouse that might almost be described as cute, were it not for her build.
She was of average height, and built slightly stocky; her legs looked good, and her slacks showed off strong thighs and a round posterior, with bare arms that showed a gym-goer's definition. The only thing that didn't match, however, was her bust. Her blouse strained to contain a pair of breasts that each stood two feet out from her chest, big enough around that Tim wondered if she could clasp her hands around them entirely. Although the shirt was probably designed to be modest, the sheer size of her forced display of a significant amount of cleavage as she slipped into the booth across from Tim.
He tried not to stare. "Hi Cheri," he said, smiling at her as she got herself situated, "did you find the place alright?"
"Oh, yeah," she said breezily, checking the menu with a glance, subtly checking out her date, "traffic was a bitch though." She put her hand over her mouth. "Sorry about that..."
It took a moment for Tim to get what she meant, but the realization made him laugh. "For the swearing?" He shook his head and replied with a wink, "I don't give a fuck."
Cheri giggled at that and shook her head. "Okay, good. I mean, not that I swear like a sailor or anything. But there's nothing wrong with it if you do, though, I mean, I just..." Tim cocked an eyebrow. Cheri blushed and dropped her head onto the heel of her palm. "Ugh. I'm nervous, can you tell I'm nervous?" She took a deep breath and held out her hand. "Hi. I'm Cheri. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Tim. A pleasure." It was Tim's turn to laugh. "Not used to the whole 'first date' thing?"
"That obvious, huh?" She bit her lip and looked back at the menu. "At least not with guys on the internet, and guys with, you know..." She trailed off and looked him up and down again.
Tim scoffed a little and nodded understandingly. "It's exactly what you think it is," he said. "If the table didn't have a cloth, you'd have seen it for sure."
She blushed. "Can I... um..." Tim had to lean in to hear her question. "How... you know... big?"
He was used to those sorts of questions, and sort of hoped that she wouldn't be either a) turned off, or b) obsessive about it. He was hungry, and his place was running dangerously low on food; if she dragged him away to try and tame the beast, he would probably not eat until lunch tomorrow. "As big as your thigh, and balls bigger than your breasts." He blinked at her response. With nipples that big, it was impossible to hide just what kind of flush came over her. The idea of that turned her on. She bit her lip again and moaned softly in appreciation of the measurement, and Tim figured that turnabout was only fair. "What about you? Are those accidents or planned?"
Cheri patted her bosom proudly and leaned back, giving Tim quite the view. "A little of both, actually... I got some enhancement cream, tried a little... shot my A's to C's overnight. I didn't want to lose that, and thought I could use a little more..." She shrugged and blushed. "So I slathered on the rest of the jar. Woke up to these nearly suffocating me."
Tim shook his head bemusedly. "Well, they look good on you." He took the opportunity to get a good view whilst she was showing off, then dragged his eyes back to her face. "You hungry?"
"Famished!"
The restaurant was good; Tim knew the owner. The atmosphere was nice, the food better, and the company... Well, to Tim, that was the best of all. The two of them conversed just as easily as they had on the internet, joking and laughing as they got to know more about one another. Unlike the dragon, Cheri was still employed; it seemed that an impossibly large rack such as hers was in fact an asset at the front desk of a law firm. "Even if it's hard to write anything," she joked. Despite their one glaring commonality, they managed to keep the conversation off the topic; the closest they got was light teasing, culminating with Cheri teasingly inviting Tim to wipe up a dollop of whipped cream she'd accidentally spilled into her cleavage.
Which he gladly did, chuckling as he licked his finger clean.
He paid the bill (not bothering to mention to Cheri the 'friend on a date' discount that he'd been given) and slid towards the edge of the booth. "I had fun, Cheri." She returned his smile as she gathered up her purse.
"Well, the date's not over yet," she said in mock-accusation, "you still need to drive me home."
Tim definitely wasn't going to complain about that, but the statement did make him tilt his head slightly in confusion. "Didn't you drive here?" He asked.
Cheri nodded and stood, waiting for him. "Yup. And tomorrow you'll have to pick me up to get my car." She stuck out her tongue at him playfully. Tim couldn't help but laugh. Even without the obvious pick-up for a second date, she would have gotten a call from him tomorrow. With a small grunt and a flush of nervousness, he stood up to join her, giving her the first view of him entirely.
He watched her eyes travel down his body and come to rest on his groin. There was the small gasp of surprise, then the widening eyes... He'd seen it a dozen times before. However, to his glad surprise, what followed after that was a full right angle from what he had been treated to before. Instead of a shocked covering of her mouth, she bit her lower lip. Instead of the blush of embarrassment and sympathy, there was a flush of arousal. And, instead of a slightly-horrified apology and retreat, she stepped forward. Her breasts pressed against his chest at the same time her thighs brushed against his balls. She looked up at him and smiled hotly at him. "Nice legs." She cooed, taking his arm. "Lead on... handsome."
The two walked to the parking lot arm-in-arm, chatting, ignoring the stares that so much flesh garnered from the other customers. Tim hadn't been on a proper date in a while, but he was still a gentleman; he opened the door for Cheri before sliding into the driver's seat himself. Her seat belt cut a deep valley into Cheri's shirt between her breasts, and his package forced Tim to adopt a strange pose with his legs in order to both reach the pedals and keep his legs awake. Cheri couldn't help but giggle a little at that. "I can't wait until they figure out how to accommodate us." Indeed, though the clothing lines and furniture had adapted fairly quickly to a growing, vocal customer base with a demand for customized items, Tim had yet to hear of a hyper-friendly car.
Cheri gave him directions, and he obediently followed them to her house; a cute little one-story on a residential street. It had grown a little late, and Tim could only make out the house's color because she had left the lights on in the front porch. Cheri unbuckled her seat belt and leaned back comfortably in the car seat, looking over at Tim and making no move to open her door. He returned the look with a slightly confused one of his own before cracking into a playful smirk. "Right." Cheri's eyes twinkled as Tim held out his hand to her, escorting her from the vehicle and to her front door.
"Thanks for dinner, Tim," Cheri stepped against him again. "It was good."
His hands went to her waist, keeping her body molded against his. "Thanks..." He bent in towards her lips, and Cheri smiled and met him halfway. Their lips pressed together, his warm and scaled and hers lush and moist. Tim could feel Cheri smile into the kiss, and a moment later he felt her tongue part her lips and slide against his, asking for entrance. With a smile of his own, he opened his lips and met her tongue with his.
Cheri moaned and pressed against him more eagerly, almost bowling Tim over as she backed him against the siding. He couldn't say he minded; two massive breasts pressed against his torso and a willing woman kissing him like this... What could he possibly complain about? He lifted his hands from her hips, moved them halfway to the swell of her breasts, then thought better of it. As he returned them to her waist, he reminded himself that he was trying this traditional; nice and slow. He concentrated on the kiss, his tongue playing with hers for as long as she wanted to hold it.
Eventually, she did break the kiss with a sigh, blinking slowly and smiling that gentle smile of hers. "Mmm..." She murmured, looking up at him, "has anyone told you you're a really good kisser?"
Tim flushed a little. "Not recently, no."
She clucked sympathetically. "Pity." Her keys appeared in her hand, and she leaned back onto her own two feet, freeing him from the intimate press against her wall. "I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked.
"Definitely." Tim grinned. "I'll pick you up for lunch?"
"Sounds good. Seeya around."
She left the porch light on for him until he was back in the car. What she couldn't see from her spot at the window was that he was grinning like an idiot just as much as she was. When he was safe in the car, he let out a pleased whoop and a fist punch against the ceiling. He was a bit too enthusiastic, and wound up nursing knuckles that would be rather bruised tomorrow. "Ow..."
Still. By all accounts, he had a girlfriend. Someone who liked him, and not just his cock. This would be new territory for him, for sure. It had been a big night and, he mentally added as he planned tomorrow's date, tomorrow would be just as big.