"Today, class, we're going to be talking about the history of Hyper Growth Syndrome and how its appearance motivated the industrial and cultural advances of the past one-hundred years – a time period historians are calling the postgaudens era." Mrs. Hall underlined the word 'postgaudens' on the chalkboard and spun around, her gigantic Type 1 tits jiggling out of control, accidentally wiping some of the words she had just finished writing off the blackboard. "Now, who here knows someone with HGS, or is related to someone with it?" Every single hand in the classroom went up. "Oh, splendid! …wait a minute, I meant besides me or a classmate, sillies." About a third of the hands went down. "Very good! Would anyone like to share?"
A boy stood up, a fat bulge straining in his slacks. "I have Type 1!"
In the back, a girl with two massive knockers taking up two more desks ahead of her waved her hands high. "I'm a Type 2!"
"My cousin's a Type 2, too!"
"A Type 22? Wow! I didn't think it went that high!"
"My family drove through an HGS community once and I met a lot of people who were Type 3 and one guy who was Type 4! He had the same name as the community, and I learned later that's 'cause he was the founder and they built it up around his dick!"
Evan Keyes raised his hand and stood up. "My mom and dad are both Type 2!"
Mrs. Hall clapped her hands together with a big, beaming smile on her face. "Oh, isn't that unusual! Usually, two parents with HGS pass on the syndrome to their children, so Evan here is a rarity! If I may ask, what kind of hypers are they, Evan?"
Evan smiled. "Dad's HGS affects his dick, and Mom's affects her dick and boobs."
"And your mom is a hermaphrodite? Well, isn't that something!" Evan grinned. Talking about his family always made him so proud, even if he sometimes felt a little out-of-place at home. His parents rarely wore clothes around the house, and were very active in their sex life – so much so, that sometimes he wondered if he was the reason why. Usually, kids with HGS get help from their parents at a young age to manage their endowments, but while Mr. and Mrs. Keyes were expecting a kid with a dick to put them both to shame, instead came Evan, who was, by all accounts, a perfectly average baby. Even the doctor was surprised, running some extra tests and finding that, yes, baby Evan had HGS indicators – they just weren't expressing yet. That wasn't especially uncommon when it came to HGS cases – a majority are hyper at-birth, but a not-insubstantial minority only start to grow around puberty – but it was very rare for two Type 2 parents to have a child that wasn't just as hyper as they were. Maybe, then, it was because Evan was an anthropotypical kid that his parents turned their lusts on each other instead. He didn't mind much, but it did remind him growing up that he wasn't like his parents.
But that was going to change soon, wasn't it? Evan was eighteen years old, sitting in his sixth-grade history class, knowing that his fateful transformation would happen any day now. The day he turns from a boy to a man, the day his voice starts lowering and he starts to grow hair in strange places. Puberty was just around the corner for young Evan Keyes, and he could not wait to join the ranks of the hyper community he had always felt a part of, and yet always at arm's length away from.
"Very good!" Mrs. Hall turned back around, pausing for a second to look for the words she had just written, unaware of the thick streak of chalk dust striped across the front of her chest. "…I thought I wrote… well!" She wrote 'postgaudens' again, higher this time. "The postgaudens era started about one hundred years ago, when the first cases of Hyper Growth Syndrome were beginning to appear in newborns, and the international medical community had to figure out what to do. Over the next century – and continuing to this day – advances were made in culture, science, entertainment and more in order to create a global society more welcoming to these new hypersexual children that were being born worldwide. Today, we're going to start by talking about Dr. Vinod Raj, who pioneered the novel multipurpose pumps that are so common in HGS-compliant environments. Dr. Raj was…"
Evan's thoughts began to drift as Mrs. Hall started to lecture, her voice fading into the background as he glanced around the classroom. He wasn't normally one to gawk at the hypers in his class, but he was feeling unusually frisky this morning. First and foremost was Mrs. Hall herself, of course. Her massive Type 1 tits jutted out far, the outline of her pale bra clearly visible beneath her tight white blouse, swaying and bouncing with a mind of their own with every single motion she made. But it wasn't just her tits that had him staring – her ass was fat and plump too, nearly peeking out of the bottom of her pale skirt, much smaller than her titanic titties but still thick and round, even by anthropotypical standards. Evan wasn't sure which he liked to stare at more. Even if he got bored of her curves – which he really never did – the classroom was a feast for his wandering eyes. The Type 2 girl's tits drooping onto her extra desks, her huge nipples visible beneath her top. The girl with HGS of the butt, sitting on her own plush seat instead of these stiff chairs. His eyes even wandered, occasionally, to the other boys in the classroom, eyeing those hyper bulges with jealousy and a little bit of lust as well. Their massive balls slowly bouncing inside their specially-tailored trousers, churning and plumping so full of cum. Their outlined bulges were nearly skintight, every vein criss-crossing their shaft bulging past their pants. Evan closed his eyes and imagined how good it must feel to have a hyper penis, to cum dozens of gallons over the course of minutes. His own dicklet felt so good already when he touched it. Hypers had to feel a hundred times better, at least!
Evan quietly moaned as he felt his cock growing hard in his jeans, clasping his hands against his face to muffle his moans while trying to stay inconspicuous. He scooted his chair back just a few inches, leaning forward a little bit to try to better hide the growing bulge between his thighs. This wasn't that rare an occurrence for Evan, or really any of the other kids in the class. Even the super-strength libido suppressors the hyper kids were dosed up on could only do so much against the raging hormones of a pubescent eighteen-year-old. But it was still worth trying to save face, you know? It was embarrassing, getting caught with a boner after gawking at your teacher's and classmate's hyper endowments.
But something was wrong this time. Something different was happening. Evan's cock was getting rock hard. Even harder than usual, when he got a hard-on in the middle of class. This wasn't a 'lazily undressing my classmates with my eyes' erection. This was a 'I've been edging for hours and I need to cum' erection. Hard as steel. Throbbing. Squirting precum into his boxers. He couldn't help but thrust his hips, the feet of his chair squeaking against the off-white tiling below as he tried to breed his pants to no success. The pressure was growing stronger, more intense, but it didn't feel like he was going to cum. He knew what that felt like. This pressure was… different. Painful. Like his cock was bloated to the limit with blood and it was about to violently burst off his body. Cold sweat started dripping down his face, splattering against his history textbook. Something was wrong. Evan's hand trembled as he slowly raised it up. "Um, Mrs. Hall," he said, his lips dry. "I-I don't feel so good… c-can I go to the nurse's office, please…?"
Mrs. Hall spun around, gasping as she saw Evan's bone-white face. "Oh my gosh! Yes, Evan, please! You look terrible!" She quickly walked over to his desk, leaning down to grab his arm, and right as her massive tits squished against him, another jolt of pain erupted from his loins.
"Nnngh…" he grunted, his teeth gritting hard as Mrs. Hall slowly pulled him to his feet. His bulge was on clear display now, a large wet spot from the constant flow of pre staining his jeans. The class began to titter and giggle, but Mrs. Hall just rubbed his back.
"It's okay, Evan… these sorts of things happen to all of us. Ignore them. Class!" Mrs. Hall's voice suddenly boomed out with unusual conviction, silencing the class. "I'm going to walk Evan to the nurse's office. Read through the first chapter on your own, and we'll review when I get back… as well as have a talk about what is and isn't appropriate to laugh about. Understood?"
"Yes, Mrs. Hall…"
Her voice turned chipper again. "Good! Come along now, Evan," she said, her palm on the small of his back, helping him toward the door as he stumbled along. "Are you okay?" she said under her breath as they entered the empty hallway, their footsteps echoing off the rows and rows of lockers.
Evan hesitated, trying to hold back tears as the pain in his loins grew hotter and harsher. "N-no… i-it really hurts a lot…" he said with a wavering voice. "I'm scared, Mrs. Hall…"
"It's okay, Evan… you're not the first boy I've taught that had a little accident in the middle of class. We'll get you to the nurse's office, you can get a clean pair of trousers, rub a quick one out, and we'll be back to class in a jiffy, hmm?" She opened the door to the nurse's office – a large, mostly-empty room with an extra-long cot in one corner next to a desk covered in a mess of paperwork, and a large plastic crate of various supplies laying on the floor nearby. At the far end of the room – about fifteen feet or so, more than enough to accommodate even the largest Type 2 hypers the building was rated for – was a massive grate, hooked up to the very same pumps that Mrs. Hall was talking about in class only a few minutes earlier. At a co-ed school, making sure the rooms don't get clogged up with milk and semen was a top priority.
The school nurse, Ms. Samara, visited only in the afternoons, but even this spare-yet-roomy office was more than enough for most middle-school maladies. "Take a seat there, Evan, and take off your pants. I'll look for a spare pair of pants for you," Mrs. Hall said, gesturing toward the bed. The thin paper sheet crumpled beneath him as he flopped back, unbuttoning his slacks and pulling them down around his ankles. His little dick rocketed free, four throbbing inches spewing hot sprays of precum all over the floor. Fat, intense veins throbbed up and down his length, pulsating grotesquely as the boy couldn't help but moan now that his painful cock was freed from its cloth prison. Only a foot in front of his young face was Mrs. Hall's fat ass, wiggling back and forth as she bent over, digging through the piles of band-aids, condoms, and tampons to find a spare change of clothes.
He couldn't help himself. His fingers wrapped around his precumming cock; thick, sticky goo stained his mitts as he started to stroke, his hips pumping up to meet the opening of his hand-pussy, his tight coinpurse wetly smacking against his digits. The thick ropes of precum he just couldn't stop shooting flew higher and further, eventually as thick and voluminous as a cumshot in and of themselves. And yet, despite the volume of his prenut and the intensity of its ejaculation, he was nowhere close to cumming. With a wet plap, his latest rope splattered against the seat of Mrs. Hall's indigo skirt, making the pale-haired hyper bounce her head up in surprise.
"Done already, Evan?" She giggled, turning around and nearly smacking the kid in his face with her hyper honkers. "That was quick… not that there's anything wrong with that!" She said with a sweet smile. "Maybe we can just dry off your pants a bit, and go back to class now that you're all empty, hmm?"
Evan's body warmed up as his eyes focused on his teacher's outrageous rack, those perfectly round orbs tightly constrained in a thin blouse slightly too small for her, packed like sardines into a pitch-black bra that left little to the imagination. He tried to speak, but only erotic little squeaks passed his lips as he kept fucking his fist, harder than ever. Thick strings of preseed blasted against her underboob, dangling down beneath like a half-destroyed spiderweb waving in the breeze. Mrs. Hall raised an eyebrow quizzically, feeling something splattering against her as she pushed her tits down to get a better look at the rest of Evan's body, including his twitching member.
"Gosh," she said with a faint blush. "You're still really pent up, aren't you?" Evan jerkily nodded, his entire body trembling. "Well… teachers aren't supposed to help their students with sexual urges in the middle of class, but considering Ms. Samara isn't in yet… I think I can make an exception so we can get you back to class sooner. Does that sound alright, sweetie?" Another harsh, almost inhuman nod from the overwhelmed boy, his fine motor control totally gone. "Okay." Her thin fingers reached around her chest, opening up her blouse one strained button at a time, her massive milkers bouncing outward, constrained still in her tight, lacy bra. "Don't want to make a mess of my top," she said, sliding down to Evan's eye level, reaching out to gently rub his cheek before leaning down and popping his constantly creaming cocklet into her mouth. Salty goo flowed in a river along her tongue, dripping down her throat immediately as she bobbed up and down his little length. Her tits pinned his legs to the bed, and every reflexive kick he gave sent shivers of pleasure through the teacher's titties, making her moan against his dick, her own panties starting to dampen with arousal of her own. She savored slurping down his salty seed, his dick twitching uncontrollably inside her warm, wet mouth as she slowly began to bob her head along his length, leaving long smears of pink lipstick against him.
Thin fingers flowed through Mrs. Hall's silky locks, sharp fingernails cutting into her scalp as Evan guided her head along his length. Her mouth felt so incredibly good – hot and moist and juicy, her tongue wrapping around his tip, and the gentle suction of her swallowing his endless pre made the little boy writhe with pleasure. His slender hips bucked upward, his tight little balls slapping against his teacher's chin, connecting his little premature cum factories to her face with thick ropes of her goopy drool. He never felt this good in his life – every atom in his body vibrating with sexual energy, his lust growing exponentially as he fucked his teacher's mouth. His legs pressed out, her hyper tits enveloping his thin thighs in plush, tender boobflesh, her massive nipples scraping against his calves. His heart pounded, and deep inside himself, he felt something starting to come out. A pressure growing… but it was different. Unfamiliar. Evan knew what an orgasm felt like, but this was… not quite the same. It felt different. It felt better.
"Mrs. Hall… something's happening…" he moaned, his arms wrapping around her head, trying to keep her hilted on his cock. His length was burning up, like he was fucking a pile of hot coals. The pressure in his loins grew higher, threatening to spring out of his body like an overtuned guitar string. Straining, vibrating, pressing closer and closer to the point of no return. Mrs. Hall, in turn, hurried her ministrations, her lips tightening around him, suckling his preseed like an eager, thirsty babe. I've already spent too much time away from the class, she thought to herself, but at least Evan is about to cum, and we can get back to the lesson. His grip tightened on her head, his panting grew rapid and shallow, and his little nuts tensed up. Mrs. Hall knew what to expect – this was far from the first middle schooler she had to help with a wayward erection. A little seize-up, a rope or two of watery jizz, and he'll be back to normal in no time.
What Mrs. Hall didn't expect was the massive slab of hyper boycock suddenly stuffed down her throat as Evan moaned in orgasm. The salty spray of semen she expected was absent, instead replaced by a sudden burst of growth as two fat feet of shotadong exploded out of Evan's groin, nearly dislocating her jaw and stuffing itself well down her throat. Thick, wet glorps filled her ears as the little nutsack she could cover with her bottom lip seconds before audibly churned and plumped up, the little cherries suddenly swelling into apples, then grapefruits, coconuts, watermelons and beyond. The smooth, sweaty skin of his suddenly surging sack squished against her Type 1 titties, growing so large and wide that they flowed over the side of her cleavage, falling down to the floor of the infirmary with a wet plap – each nut well and truly bigger than her tits. With a muffled, panicked murmur, she tried to pull away, but that fat mushroom-shaped crown buried deep in her throat didn't seem to be sliding upwards. He's still growing, she realized, her eyes bulging with shock, realizing that with every inch she pulled out, another inch grew from his loins. Evan's long-dormant HGS genes were finally being explosively expressed.
Evan himself was laying back, his hands crumpling the paper sheets in a white-knucked grip as unfathomable amounts of sexual pleasure overwhelmed him. A billion new nerve endings in his massive member, all screaming out in blissful ecstasy. His teeth ground together and his eyes were rolled back in their sockets, a gruesome visage that belied the euphoria the little tween felt as every inch that swelled out of him shocked his system with ten thousand orgasms worth of pleasure. His four-inch dicklet was now four feet, reaching deep into Mrs. Hall's belly and still growing, the bulge in her stomach outlining his thick crown in impeccable detail. Evan's dad was twelve feet hard, and his futanari mom ten feet – so Evan knew deep down that he wasn't even close to done growing yet. But somehow, he still felt strange. The pressure in his loins, that painful, aching pain… it was still there, right between his cock and balls. Burning. Throbbing. Like something else was going to burst out of him. Like…
"AAAGGGHHHHH!" A hot spray of sweat burned against Mrs. Hall's cleavage as, suddenly and surprisingly, a second cock erupted from Evan's loins, just below the original. Feet and feet of thick, pale dick unraveled from his body, dripping in sticky fluid as it snaked its way between his teacher's tits, slipping into the waistband of her skirt and out the bottom, growing just as long, hard, and thick as the original, which was still plumping up even larger while buried in Mrs. Hall's throat. Evan nearly blacked out from the sudden doubling of sensation – her throat struggling against his shaft, while her tits squeezed around half his newly-birthed dong. Even his balls grew to scale, doubling in size to account for twice the amount of cock – each nut was well and truly larger than Mrs. Hall's entire hyper bosom. And after a minute of near-orgasmic pleasure from both his dicks, Evan finally – finally – stopped growing. Eight fat fucking feet of eighteen-year-old hyper-cock – one spearing his teacher nearly all the way through, the other buried in her massive cleavage and grinding against her clit. Precum pissed out his lower cock with intense force, splattering with a thunderous rumble against the far end of the office before slowly dribbling into the fluid drains, whose motors began spinning up upon detecting Evan's thick, goopy pre.
Mrs. Hall was shocked as, slowly, Evan's lower cock started to lift her off her feet, turning her flat on her stomach, like she was just an oversized onahole for an eighteen-year-old's overactive libido. As a hyper herself, she was plenty familiar with Hyper Growth Syndrome – even some of the rarer varieties, like HGS of the ovaries, or of the prostate – but never once had she heard of this. Hyper diphallism?! A stifled moan managed to squeak out her throat as his lower cock slid over her mons, the vascular veins enveloping his shaft grinding and diddling her little clitty, the jolts of pleasure too strong to keep her from moaning around him. With a sharp snap, her black bra was sundered by his sudden thickness, and her heavy tits began to sway back and forth like pendulums, slowly reciprocating strokes along his length as his slender tween hips thrust to and fro, every thrust forward sending his sack smacking against her rack, spraying steamy sweat across their bodies. The most surprising thing for Mrs. Hall, however, is that it felt good. Every intestine-unraveling thrust inward, every heavy whap of balls against boobs, every lurid groan passing this eighteen-year-old's lips… it turned her on something awful. Her pussy was drooling with arousal, lubricating Evan's lower dick with her love as she reached down and wrapped her arms around her chest, her fingertips barely managing to meet on the far end, hugging her bosom close to form a more pleasurable titpussy for this double-donged demigod of a kid. Her fat nipples dug into her forearms as she squeezed her tits tight, smiling as she heard Evan groan even louder.
He looked down at her with bleary, unfocused eyes. Her makeup ran down her face – black rivers of mascara running down along her cheeks and around to the peak of her unhinged jaw, stretched to its absolute limit around his foot of dick girth. The black droplets dripped down onto his lower cock, where her thick thighs and massive mammaries wrapped around his new length, each thrust forward causing a spray of hot girlcum over his shaft from her mature slit. It felt impossibly good – each single stroke of a single cock feeling one hundred thousand times better than an entire orgasm did with his small dicklet. His gigantic balls bounced and churned, plumping and swelling with hundreds of gallons of sperm, thrashing around inside his testes, desperate to get out into the world. The viscous flow of clear precum from his cocks slowly turned white, as for the third time in an hour, a pressure began to grow in Evan's groin. But this one was a safe, familiar, and wonderful thing. Evan Keyes was going to cum.
The first sign Mrs. Hall had that something was happening was the sudden, girlish gasp from her sixth-grade student. Then, it was the fact that she could see the two feet of cock outside her gob were swelling in waves, pumping his thick load up through his massive shaft. Her jaw and throat stretched painfully as the load passed by, traveling deeper into her, all while she felt the same happening to his lower length, her titflesh jiggling like gelatin from the sheer pressure of his pulsating cock pressing against her. And, with the sudden, wet sound of his cum reaching his giant knobs, he came. A torrent of hyper-thick virgin boycum erupted from him, an arching beam of uninterrupted white traveling from his uncut cockhead across the length of the room, appearing suspended in air until its unceremonious splattering on the far side of the office, heavy globules ricocheting every which way. And while his lower limb was free to sow its seed unencumbered, his upper one was done redesigning Mrs. Hall's guts and was moving on to repainting the walls pure white. Thick semen rushed through her plumbing, both up and down, rushing through her lower organs, twisting and churning through her until erupting out her ass like a depraved cum enema, while the rest squeezed its way back up along the sides of Evan's breeder, flooding into her belly. Her stomach filled like a condom, her flat tummy bulging outward, wrapping around his cumming double dong like a second pair of tits, the excess rushing up her throat and out past her lips and nose. It was simply too much for her to handle. Mrs. Hall came herself, her thick body thrashing against him and a thick fount of squirt erupted from her pussy, mixing in with Evan's semen.
The industrial-grade pump couldn't keep up – the school was only rated for Type 2s, after all, and the pumps weren't designed to handle more than one T2 cumshot at a time. Slowly, a puddle formed around the semen spiral flowing into the pump, growing larger and larger, until it was about an inch deep, covering Evan's feet with his own warm ejaculate. Slowly, though, his orgasm subsided, the mighty geysers of boygoo slowing to a trickle as he began to soften. Mrs. Hall was still cumming, her throat milking his rod as long, wet bursts of girlcum washed over his bottom cock. Slowly, she pulled herself off of his cocks, thick feet of spit-slick boydick unsheathing from her innards as she dropped to her knees and coughed up a thick mixture of semen and saliva. "…jeez, Evan," she said, wiping off her lips with her forearm. "At least warn a lady next time your dick is gonna explode out like that!"
He blushed deeply, looking down at his newly-hyper boyhoods. "Sorry, Mrs. Hall… I didn't expect this to happen…" He reached down between his legs, feeling the heft of his eight-foot-long dongs in his sweaty palms. They were intensely thick and heavy, with veins twice as long as his little cock was throbbing against his hands. "Mom and Dad told me that I'd probably grow a lot one day… but I didn't think I'd get a second penis…"
Mrs. Hall sighed as she picked up the remains of her ruined black bra, dripping with the boy's preteen seed. "This was my favorite bra, too…" She frowned, trying to button her blouse back on, only to find her placket was unable to meet its partner, her titanic tits and bulging belly like impassable mountains between the sides of her top. "…well," she said with a huff, putting her hands on her hips. "I guess I need to find a change of clothes for the both of us, now…" She turned back toward the large plastic crate, digging even deeper still. "Surely Fatin has a spare T1 bra and T2 pants in here…"
"I keep spare clothes in the supply closet down the hall, Maggie." Evan and Mrs. Hall turned toward the door in surprise, seeing Ms. Samara standing there with a sly little smile. She was a tall woman, just an inch or so shorter than Mrs. Hall in heels but clearly much younger than the teacher as well, with a pale blue hijab wrapped around her head, framing her pale pale face with long black eyelashes and pleasant pink lips. She wore a set of mint-green scrubs, the top straining to contain her own bulging pair of Type 1 hyper breasts, as big as the rest of her torso combined. "The pump in here doesn't work so well. I keep the clothes separate so they don't get all messed up with fluids. Although…" she sat down next to Evan, getting a closer look at his double-dick dilemma. "I don't think we have a pair of compression pants big enough for you, young man."
"Fatin!" Mrs. Hall breathed a sigh of relief. "You're early, thank goodness. I was watching over Evan while he had a little… situation, and I need to get back to class," she said, hustling over to the office door. "I just need the key to the closet so I can get a compression bra and I can get back to class…"
"Yes. 'Watching over' him," she said, winking at the older teacher, who huffed indignantly. "But… I'm not early, Maggie. It's the lunch hour right now." Mrs. Hall's head practically unscrewed itself from her neck as she spun around to look at the clock. She had brought Evan to class right around the beginning of history class, so… around 11:15 or so. Her face blanched, seeing the red seven-segment clock just beneath the intercom showing 12:02 – she had spent the entirety of her class speared on Evan's hyper dicks.
"Crap… Principal Hoffman is going to have my head for this," she said, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"Don't worry, Maggie," Ms. Samara said. "I'll tell her that I needed your assistance helping with his very rare case of sudden-onset diphallic Hyper Growth Syndrome," she said, running her hands along Evan's length, the boy suddenly crying out in pleasure as his half-hard cocks started to grow fully erect again.
"Y-you know what's wrong with me?" Evan said, grunting as the last remnants of his earlier cumshot forced its way out of his cocks.
Ms. Samara quietly giggled. "There's nothing wrong with you, young man," she said, her index finger tracing the outline of one of his many thick veins. "Simply put, you happen to have a particularly rare variant of Hyper Growth Syndrome. I read about it when I was still in school," she leaned in close, her hot breath caressing the eighteen-year-old's ear. "Though this is the first time I've seen it in person… and I think I'd like to get a little hands-on research in," she said, nipping at his earlobe while starting to stroke the underside of his top cock.
Mrs. Hall rolled her eyes. "You're such a slut, Fatin," she said.
"Don't act like you're so high and mighty yourself, Maggie. It's not just semen dripping between your legs," Ms. Samara said. Thick rivulets of sperm dribbled out Mrs. Hall's ass, mixing with the clear femcum from her pussy. "Come here. We've got an hour before your next class. That should be plenty of time to break in this kid's–"
"My name is Evan, Nurse Samara," the boy said quietly.
"–Evan's new toy." Her free hand slid up to her chest, grabbing her hard nipple and tweaking it. "This is too much dick for one girl to handle, Maggie. Come on!"
Mrs. Hall glanced out the door, her expression one of conflict. "…ah, fuck it," she said, turning back toward the two and sitting on Evan's opposite side, her hand sliding down and caressing his lower cock. He was already 90% of the way to hard again, but two pairs of soft MILF hands were more than enough to bring him back to full mast, wet burbling filling the room as two cascading flows of precum pissed from his tips. Two wet sets of lips pressed against his cheek, their tongues ravishing his cute little face as they slid in closer, making the petit boy the meat in a heavenly sandwich of hyper boob. "This little stud made me cum harder than I have in months," Mrs. Hall said, between smooching his cheek. "And all without sticking it in my pussy."
"Oh? I'm jealous, Maggie," Ms. Samara said, sliding her free hand down the front of her scrubs to finger her eager slit. "I'd love to feel that too, but… you know, my condition?" Mrs. Hall just nodded solemnly. "But I can still take him up my butt," she said with a cheery chuckle, Evan's cocks nearly exploding from the blasé attitude she spoke with. "Ohoho," Ms. Samara smiled, digging her fingertips into Evan's cumvein, enjoying the vibrating sensation of his precum flowing like water through that thick meatpipe of his. "You like that, don't you, Evan? I'm hyper-fertile, so you can't fuck my pussy… but I've come to love taking it up my ass. In fact…" Ms. Samara took Mrs. Hall's hand, tugging her over to the far end of the cot and whispering in her ear.
"…oh my! Fatin, you slut!" Ms. Samara winked at Mrs. Hall as she laid down on the cot, face-down, propped up by her hyper tits. Evan watched enraptured as Mrs. Hall grabbed the waistband of the nurse's scrub bottoms, slowly tugging them down around the Arab girl's knees. Her ass was round and supple – smaller than Mrs. Hall's, but much tighter and smoother, like her bottom was carved from stone. She reached back, spreading her cheeks wide to present her holes to the eighteen-year-old: her pussy was a tangle of pale, wet hair, strands sticking to strands with her eager pussyjuice with a flash of damp pink between – and just above, her tight asshole, wrinkled and paleer than the pale pale skin around it, practically winking in anticipation waiting for Evan's bitchbreaker to rearrange her insides from the bottom up. A quiet groan slipped past her lips, though, as Mrs. Hall laid down atop her, her cumstuffed tum squishing against the small of Fatin's back and sending a burble of jizz splurting out her ass, running down over her shaven cunt and dripping onto Ms. Samara's rear, the pure white contrasting nicely with her pale skin. Her tits draped over Ms. Samara's sides, trapping the Arab girl between her cleavage, and although her ass was less perfect than the nurse's – a little plumper, with dimples of cellulite dotting her bottom – it wasn't any worse than Fatin's, just different. Evan gawked at the buffet of booty presented to him – a pile of eager MILF ass, wiggling with anticipation and dripping with arousal. Hefting himself to his feet, he dragged himself to the foot of the cot, laying his cocks down along its length, his tips resting on Mrs. Hall's lower back, who adjusted herself to slide his bottom dick down into Fatin's waiting hands, both women guiding his tip to their hole of choice – Mrs. Hall, to her mature pussy, and Ms. Samara to her tight asshole. Evan could scarcely believe what was happening – an hour ago he was ogling his teacher, hoping that one day he'd have sex with someone a tenth as hot, and here he was now, about to plow not only that same teacher, but the saucy school nurse as well!
"C'mon, stud, what are you waiting for?" Ms. Samara looked back at him, grinding her hips back to press his uncut tip against her asshole. "You're not gonna break us, Evan… go on!" With a lick of his lips, he calmly thrust his hips forward, sliding his God-cocks into their waiting holes. Maggie's pussy parted easily, his crown forcing hot jets of femcum out along the sides, dripping down onto his lower dick, helping lube it up as he struggled to fit his foot-thick girth into Fatin's tight butthole. His long length began to flex and bend, her anus not stretching fast enough for his liking. "Fuuuck…" she moaned, her knuckles white as she gripped on the paper bedding below. "S-slower, Evan… you're gonna rip me in half…"
"This is his first time, Fatin," Mrs. Hall said, gasping as she came again, her pussymuscles milking Evan's sensitive tip. "He – ah! - he doesn't know how to be gentle yet… this is the rough breeding that only a horny little virgin can muster!"
Ms. Samara squealed as the ridge of Evan's glans finally slipped into her anus, the sheer pressure of his breeder in her ass pressing her pussy walls together. It felt like he was taking both her holes at once as the bend in his dick straightened out, sliding another half-foot deep into her fuckhole. "D-don't call it that! Hnnnghhh… y-you know how I feel about… about motherhood!" Her ass clenched hard around Evan's cock as she came, spritzing the cot with fat drops of girlcum. "A-and… and I'm saving myself for my husband too…"
Mrs. Hall's back arched, blacking out for a second as Evan's fat log of a rod smashed past her cervix and pushed her womb up into her chest. She didn't get to enjoy a Type 2 cock that often – her husband was only a Type 1 and a pretty small one at that, so really, it was only in these rare circumstances that she enjoyed the sublime sensation of getting her babymaker smashed to smithereens by a gigantic preteen penis. Really, it was one of the reasons she wanted to become a teacher to begin with, though she'd never admit it to anyone. For now, she was just enjoying the ride, feeling Evan's precum flood her ovaries as she kneaded her tits, squishing the Arab girl below her even tighter between her cleavage, knowing that Fatin was enjoying this hyper boy just as much as she was.
Indeed, Fatin Samara had her face buried in the cot, biting hard on her lower lip as her eyes rolled loosely in their sockets. Strands of her long black hair were jostled free from her headscarf, whipping her face with every pound from behind. Her fingers drew small circles around her clit, whimpering like a lost puppy with every intense anal orgasm that radiated from her rectum. She loved sex, despite – or perhaps because of – her conservative upbringing, having her tits fucked and her ass ravaged since she was about Evan's age. It never got boring, seeing a preteen kid fall in love with her after dumping his first-ever load between her tender bosom or deep in her butt. And sometimes, she felt it back, something tugging on her heartstrings as she looks down at a sweaty, satisfied suckling stud. But never has she felt it as bad as she did right now with this double-dicked schoolboy. With every thrust inward, he displaced her womb, pressing it outward, squeezing tightly against itself. It was almost as if he was fucking both holes at once, forcing her genital walls so tightly together it almost felt as if they were being stretched beyond their limits. And, suddenly, her eyes bolted open. Her hormones were going wild, and she felt it – deep inside herself, a strange pinching sensation that an anthropotypical woman might only notice if they were specifically on the lookout for it, but one that she, as a hyperfertile Type 2, was intimately familiar with.
She was ovulating. He was making her ovulate.
"Mrs. Hall… Ms. Samara…" Evan said, his words punctuated by heavy gasps of air as he had to force the words out his throat. "I'm… I'm gonna cum….! I'm gonna cum inside you!" The massive boulders between his legs churned and rumbled, plumped to the brim with two full-size hyper cumshots destined for Fatin's guts and Maggie's womb. His foot-thick dick throbbed even thicker, getting ready to cum his brains out deep inside his teacher's sopping, drooling babymaker and his nurse's tight, eager anus. A chorus of climactic moans egged him on even more, as the MILFs came and came and came again, covering his cocks with their musky, sexy scent. This was it. The pressure was mounting in his balls, his cocks were eager and ready. He was going to cum deep inside these two mature women. Just a little bit more, and he's there…!
Evan gasped, suddenly feeling the cool air of the office along his upper shaft as Mrs. Hall popped off it. "W-what?!" he said, spraying spittle all over the place. "W-why? I was about to cum, Mrs. Hall! I-I was so close!"
A cute little smile curled onto Mrs. Hall's lips. "As much as I'd like you to mess me up with your sperm, Evan, I'm not interested in having another kid right now," she said, giggling into her hand. "Besides," she reached down, her open palm slapping against Ms. Samara's tense ass. "I think Fatin here wants it even more than I do." Maggie Hall reached down to a dazed Fatin and helped twist her around on Evan's lower dick, lurid moans escaping her lips as the six feet of breedmeat inside her suddenly twisted her insides all around.
"M-Maggie," Fatin said, her glassy eyes focusing on the fat, exposed mushroom-head in front of her, the spongy flesh spraying steaming ropes of preseed across her pale face with every thick throb, her tongue slowly rolling from her mouth to lap up the salty spray of preteen preseed. "I-I can't… I-I can't have s-sex with him! I'm… I'm saving myself for my husband… a-and he'll knock me up… give me so many babies…" Her voice trailed off and her hands began to wander, sliding across Evan's hard upper length, staining her hands with precum and Maggie's pussyjuice. "So many babies…" Her breaths grew shallower, feeling those fertile pinches in her abdomen again. She wanted this. Slowly, deliberately, she started pulling herself off of his bottom cock, just enough to line up her dripping, matted pussy to his massive mushroom. She wiggled her hips just so, trying to slowly ease his meat into her – but he couldn't help himself as he thrust in hard, his thickness annihilating her maidenhead and sliding effortlessly into her hyper-fertile womb and back into her intestines. She gasped, the air literally smashed from her lungs as two collective feet of hyper kid-dick stretched her laterally, the outline of his upper cock bulging through her body up to her sternum. The sudden thickness was such that the chest of her top began to tear, ripping in half along her cleavage and letting her mammoth mammaries free – perfectly round and perky, with two prominent, pale nipples the size of Evan's entire head capping both of them as they sagged to the side. They had to be half again as large as Mrs. Hall's tits, at least!
Mrs. Hall smiled down at the Arab girl enjoying her first-ever vaginal experience. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Ms. Samara tried to speak, but couldn't, instead just nodding desperately like a toddler struggling to find the right words. "I'm glad, but don't get too comfy," Mrs. Hall suddenly threw her right leg over and across Fatin's head, straddling the nurse's face. Thick ropes of pussyjuice streamed down from her pale pussy, joined by Evan's cum drooling out her ass, covering Fatin's face with rich fluids. "Lick me," she said, her voice firm and commanding, like she was chastising an unruly classroom as she ground her leaking holes against Fatin's cute face. Ms. Samara's tongue obediently began to lick up and down Mrs. Hall's slit, sliding inside her distended fuckhole and savoring the mixture of Maggie's sweetness and Evan's salty pre. Mrs. Hall grabbed Fatin's fat nipples, pulling her tits upright and stroking those huge nubs like they were eager cocks themselves, humming with approval from Fatin's loud moaning against her babymaker. "Fuck her, Evan," Mrs. Hall said. "Fuck her stupid. She always talked about how good of a mommy she'd end up being – give her a chance to prove it."
Ms. Samara was a babbling mess, only able to squeak and moan as the dual-dicked dude thrust into her, bulging out her belly and sending a shower of sweat flying off her tits. She loved anal sex – the sensation of a thick, fat dick deep in her bowels, stretching her wide, squeezing her pussy walls from sheer proximity – but she had no way of anticipating how much better babymaking sex would feel. Her ruined quim slobbered slavishly around every last inch of his eight-foot erection, so wet and sloppy it sounded like Evan was making love to a gigantic bowl of gelatin. Her ovaries were tingling, dropping more and more fertile little eggs into her cramped womb, some already fertilized from Evan's hyper-potent precum. But she wanted more. She needed more. Her hyper womb was thirsty for Evan's seed, and he was eager to make her his broodmare. Her flexible tongue slid past the bottom of Maggie's cunt, down to her cum-leaking sphincter where Fatin began to make out with her colleague's cumstuffed rump, tasting the flavor of Maggie's ass mixed with the richness of Evan's virgin cumshot. Thick white chunks of baby batter slid down her throat, and the thought of this precious cream inside her was too much.
Maggie leaned forward, fellating one of Fatin's massive nipples whilst masturbating the other, watching with amusement as her student bred his nurse with such intensity. Truth be told, it made her want to try for another kid… but now was Fatin's moment, and she wasn't going to take that away from her. For now, she was happy choking on that huge nipple and getting her ass eaten out – though she didn't expect the sudden spray of milk erupting from Fatin's nipples, filling Maggie's mouth with rich cream while the free nipp erupted, jets of warm milk flying every which way across the room, splattering against the particleboard panels tiling the ceiling and covering her with watery white. Chugging down the sweet drink, Maggie took the free nipple and pulled it downward, toward Evan, offering him a drink from the font of life – provided he could reach it.
And reaching it was a challenge still – Evan was six feet deep inside Fatin, but that left two feet remaining outside. And even with the massive size of Ms. Samara's tits, Mrs. Hall could only do so much to guide it closer to him. That thick nub of nectar was so close, and yet felt so far away. But he was determined. His muscles strained, thrusting even harder and deeper into Fatin's holes, inching even further beyond belief. His legs burned dragging his massive nuts up onto the bed with each pound, but that was fine. He wanted to drink her milk, and make her a mommy, and no amount of aches or pains would get in his way. Her body stretched in the way only a hyper's could, pulling up and out away from from her, his cocktip firmly visible through her skin and stuck between Fatin's hyper chest, Maggie helping him along with alternating pumps for a through-body titfuck. Sticky love rocketed out of her holes as he thrust inward, inching closer to that fat nipple, the sweet scent of Fatin's milk assaulting his senses – and with one, final lunge, he hilted both cocks inside of her, taking her huge nipple into his mouth and suckling like a newborn. And as her heavenly ambrosia filled him, he reached the point of no return. Loud, wet churning filled the room as Evan's balls tensed up, his cock swelling and his crown flaring. He was going to cum.
His entire body trembled as the pleasure began, every muscle in his body screaming out in climax as his cocks pumped sperm up their eight-foot length, deep into Fatin's insides, and eventually bursting out his cumslit with explosive force. Her insides were flooded with his hyper-fertile, extra-thick boycum, twisting and churning through her guts, up into her stomach and bubbling out her mouth, while his upper cumshot stretched out her skin like a condom, the rubbery flesh of her hyper-flexible womb rebounding and keeping every last drop of his baby batter inside her fertile fields. And that was merely the first shot – more and more cum streamed out his shafts, gallons upon gallons of thick, sticky nutslop cleaning out her pipes and saturating her ovaries, Evan himself adrift in a sea of mind-shattering sexual pleasure, his only connection to reality being the sweet lactation that ran down his throat. Even Mrs. Hall came hard as Fatin screamed against her loins, spraying salty squirt straight into the nurse's mouth as she came. Ms. Samara herself wanted to moan and beg tell Evan she loved him, but with Mrs. Hall's fat ass on her face, it was impossible – so, she simply locked her legs around his hips, keeping the collective sixteen feet of dick buried inside of her – not that he had any intent of pulling out. Their mutual orgasms were simply overwhelming, feeding into a feedback loop of ecstasy as Fatin made Maggie and Evan cum, who in turn made her cum even harder still. Fat white ropes of semen erupted from her distended holes even as her belly bloated, her stomach and uterus both filling like balloons full of kiddy cum, eventually growing so large that Evan had no choice but to pull away from her nipple, his naive little face bukkaked in her boobjuice as her swelling tummy pushed him away. The cot was ruined from their fluids, the excess of the glue-like goo dribbling onto the still-flooded floor, growing that gigantic pool of jizz once again with his endless orgasm.
The bell rang, indicating the end of lunch, though Evan was nowhere near close to finishing. On wobbly legs, Mrs. Hall stood up, the flood of cum up to her knees, lapping at the rim of her indigo skirt and only growing deeper as gallons of Evan's excess cascaded over the edge of the cot. "Mmmmm…" Mrs. Hall moaned, stretching her arms over her head as the last remnants of orgasm worked their way out her body, sending little clear ropes of girlcum into the ocean of white below. "This was fun, but I need to get back for fourth period," she said, wading through the swamp of warm ballslop and opening the door, letting the pool of musky cum flood into the hallway. "I'll come check on you two at the end of the day, okay?" She got no response, but truly, she didn't expect to as the two of them made love, enraptured with the other's body. Maggie sighed, and smiled, looking back on the eager tween thrusting his double dicks into a constantly-swelling pale baby belly. "Have fun, kids," she said, leaving to track down the custodian and get that damn supply closet unlocked.
"…of course, there is also the matter of chemical treatments for Hyper Growth Syndrome that remains controversial to this day. Drugs such as acuberate and barronix were developed shortly after the onset of the first HGS cases and were forcibly prescribed to suppress hyper libidos," Mrs. Hall scrawled the chemical names up on the board with her chalkboard as her students did the same in their notebooks. Turning around (and once more erasing part of the chalkboard with her sweatermeat), she continued. "Can anyone tell me why this might be controversial? Anyone?"
Evan raised his hand, trying to stand up from his seat, only to be forced back down as his gigantic Type 2 bulge caught against the edge of his desk. He wasn't quite used to being a hyper yet. "Is it because forcing hypers to suppress their libido is typical-normative?"
Mrs. Hall beamed. "That's one of many reasons, yes! A majority of hypers have greatly increased libidos, and so some organizations considered suppressing that libido to trying to mold hypers into a pregaudens view of humanity. It's a little scary to think that these pharmaceuticals, which many of us hypers now use of our own free will to help manage our condition, were once unilaterally forced on us. Anyone else?" Mrs. Hall scanned the classroom, but was interrupted by the squeak of her classroom door opening. It was obvious who it was, as a giant pregnant belly slid into the room first, followed by the radiant face of Nurse Samara.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, Maggie, but may I borrow Evan Keyes for a moment? I need his help with something," she said, winking at her older colleague, who had no choice but to roll her eyes.
"…alright. But this is the last time this week! Pull him out of someone else's class tomorrow!" Mrs. Hall said with a huff. "Evan, you're excused."
He leapt to his feet – his bulge flipping his desk over, much to his chagrin as he scrambled to put it back – and dragged himself over to the mother of his many children, his cocks already starting to swell and leak in his hyper-elastic compressing pants. Stumbling out into the hall, he hugged her tender, gravid tummy – it had only been a few weeks since his HGS expressed itself, but she already looked nine months pregnant with decuplets. "Hey," he quietly said, blushing as he slid around to her side.
"Hey yourself," she said, just as quiet and just as embarrassed. "Let's go to the nurse's office and… have some fun like we're husband and wife."
Evan smiled sweetly. "Okay, Ms. Samara. Let's go!"