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Average No More

By QuetzaDrake

WARNING!: This story will most likely not be appropriate for anyone who isn't a godawful pervert such as myself. It will contain voracious eating, cock and ball growth, orgasm denial, sex, spooge inflation, soft vore, macro growth, more cock and ball growth, more sex, more vore, more macro growth, and so on. If you've got a problem with any of that, well, I'd run away now if I were you.

You heard me! Run!

RUN!

Connor stared at himself in his bathroom mirror. He sighed, seeing nothing he liked, as perusual. He was an average-looking kangaroo, actually about as average as you could get. His brown and browner fur coloring was bland and ordinary and no muscle or fat defined itself through it. He was of average height, average weight, and average intelligence. In fact, in the dictionary, next to the word 'average', you would find a picture of Connor. Of course, this was because a coworker at the publishing company decided to tape his photo on the page before it went to the printing press. Regardless, it was pretty much true: Connor was the definition of average.

He looked himself over as he did every morning after his shower. Connor always hoped that something would appear on him that would make him stand out. It didn't even have to be a good thing, either; he could have been shaved bald during the night and been excited in the morning. But, as was the outcome of every morning, Connor found nothing distinguishing about himself. Connor sighed deeply, disappointed, and stuffed his legs through some jeans.

After breakfast, Connor noticed he had quite a bit of time to kill before he had to go to work. A number of activities presented themselves to Connor in his head, including finding the cure to cancer, achieving world peace, and building a house of cards, but he eventually settled on surfing the Internets. Connor clicked around, exploring the vast marvel that was the information super-highway, eventually getting into his e-mail provider. Once again, his spam-to-actual-e-mail ratio was 100-plus to 0. He selected all the spam e-mails and hovered his cursor over the Delete button.

Suddenly, one of the spam e-mails caught Connor's eye. The title, for one thing, contained absolutely no leet-speak. This in itself was an incredibly rare feat; even rarer than, say, being your own grandmother, but what really got Connor's attention was that the e-mail's title read: "Tired of being average?" Connor immediately clicked this mysterious spam e-mail.

The computer's screen suddenly went blank. Connor blinked in confusion, then did the all-cure for every computer problem: hit the side of the monitor. It seemed to do the trick, since his screen brightened with life. However, the screen he had up before was gone, now replaced with a Flash video. A crudely-written title proclaimed "Press Play To Stop Being Average!!" An obnoxious PLAY button stuck out underneath this heading. Connor, not entirely knowing what was going on, began to wonder if he had opened a virus. However, he was still wondering what the e-mail and this Flash file meant. Deciding that any virus was worth it if he would stop being average. Thus, Connor clicked the button.

And that's when his computer blew up. Connor was knocked back out of his chair as his monitor exploded forth, glass shards scattering like children when confronted by a deadly bear. Connor rolled backward and came to rest on his stomach. He clamped his hands on his head and ears as the computer tower followed the monitor's example, the various chunks of computer flying about. Eventually, the chaos was over, and Connor examined the damage. His computer had completely blown to bits, nothing even remotely salvagable. However, nothing was on fire, so in that respect Connor was relieved.

Connor picked himself up and dusted himself off, sighing deeply at the mess the computer had caused, having exploded and all. He went to get a broom, but when he opened his closet door, he suddenly heard something strange. It was some sort of growling noise. A pain suddenly lurched in his abdomen, and Connor realized that he was deathly hungry. He didn't understand why; he had just eaten breakfast after all. However, his stomach disagreed, yelling at him to eat some food and calling him all sorts of bad names.

Connor hopped over to the fridge and quickly began gathering as much of the food as he could, taking everything from the eggs to the lunch meats to the leftover ravioli he was going to eat for dinner. He stacked the food items on the nearby counter and intended to cook each one at a time, but the pain of starvation ran through him like a man with a chainsaw. Connor couldn't wait for even a microwave and began stuffing food down his mouth cold. He finished off a package of bologna in less than 5 minutes, but that didn't seem to satisfy his gluttonous organs. He started alternating between a summer sausage and a block of Velveeta, gnawing at them at first but then ripping them apart like he was dying. Still he was not full, and this murderous rampage against food items continued for an hour.

Connor groaned, the last of the food from his fridge gone. He felt full at last, and he sighed out of relief. Connor looked down at himself and noticed that his stomach now actually ballooned outward as if he were pregnant. He was a bit awe-struck at this, especially after he realized that he ate an entire fridge's worth of food in an hour and was somehow able to fit it in there. Connor rose to his feet, holding his stomach as it gurgled from the movement. He stared at his belly for a few moments before a small grin crossed his muzzle.

Whatever had just happened, Connor now looked overweight. Most people wouldn't really appreciate this, but Connor was desperate to be abnormal in some sort of way. He smiled widely, patting his stomach. Connor decided that, in celebration of finally being different, he would call off work and go out to show off his non-average self. He immediately called the dictionary-making place and called in sick for the day. The manager was skeptical; not because Connor didn't sound sick, but because he had never noticed anyone named Connor working for him. A later read of the schedule would confirm Connor's employment, which would raise more than a few eyebrows, but that's really not that important.

Connor hung up the phone, not really caring anymore that his boss had failed to remember him. Thanks to his gut, he was gonna be remembered as the Portly Roo, Overweight Extraordinaire! He laughed to himself, the first good laugh he had had in a long while. This laugh faded into a yawn eventually; eating a fridge full of food apparently did a number on your energy. Connor, completely forgetting about his blown-up computer, made his way to his bedroom and promptly falling asleep, thoughts of what life would be like being different fading as his conciousness did.

***

As Connor dreamt of that fateful fourth grade play where a pirate ran onto the stage and started beating the living hell out of him with a cardboard cutlass, something stirred underneath his blanket. His gut was trembling slightly like a vibrating cell phone, a strange reaction occuring within the kangaroo's abdomen. Unbeknownst to the slumbering marsupial, his stomach of large porportions was slowly becoming less large. As Connor mumbled something about the pirate sticking the point of his fake sword into his nostrils, his tummy slowly became flatter until it reached the same average size it was before his sudden binge session.

However, the food had not simply vanished; merely digested. However again, the nutrients did not go throughout Connor's body as per a normal digestion, oh no. The Nutrient Express was a one-way flight, and it was driving straight for Connor's meat and potatoes. The digested food energy seemed to kick Connor's sperm production into overdrive, his balls pulsating slightly as future children began to fill his balls. His flesh-balloon also seemed to become affected, slithering ever so slowly further away from his pelvis.

Connor moaned slightly in his sleep, his dream self becoming confused and frightened as the pirate suddenly began strip-tease for him. Connor was unintentionally getting hornier by the second as his balls visibly began expanding underneath his covers, his penis now large enough to make any woman hot. Connor's hips bucked instinctively while he snored, his cock becoming engorged from a combination of horniness and needing to pee. He groaned more audibly this time, his balls filling to nearly softball size and his dick now big enough to make any woman scared for their life.

The growth continued for some time, Connor blissfully unaware of his sexual organs becoming huge versions of their past selves, though his body responded as per such. Finally, the growing stopped after nearly two hours. Connor's rockhard cock stuck out from under his blanket and hanging over the side of the bed like some sort of weird chin-up bar for Smurfs, his length now an astonishing two feet. His balls could be mistaken for a tanuki's, the bloated testicles appearing to be the size of soccer balls. Yet Connor continued slumbering, the pirate having kidnapped a now-female version of himself and making her Riverdance for his amusement...

***

Connor yawned as he slowly awoke, his reaccuring nightmare having already faded from his memory. He tried going back to sleep, seeing as it was now the middle of the night, but he felt a powerful urge below decks. Still dazed, Connor grumbled and cursed his manhood's impertenence. Connor eventually decided he would have to take care of his little buddy's problem if he wanted to go back to sleep. He shot up from his bed, irritated, but suddenly felt a great weight on his leg. Confused, Connor, thinking that perhaps a cat had snuck into his home and buried itself under his covers, threw his covers off and shrieked like a little girl at the sight that faced him.

As stated before, Connor's stomach had flattened, and this distressed him quie a bit until he looked a little further down and noticed his ginormous genitals. He had nearly broke down after seeing his flat gut, having seemingly lost his way into abnormality, but the huge cock and balls more than made up for the chubby belly. Connor poked at his new equipment and let out a moan, the full extent of desire washing over him. Connor attempted to get up so that he could go to the bathroom to take care of things, but the sudden jostling of his lower extremeties caused him to freeze in place, the pleasure coursing through his body. He decided he didn't care and went to town, gripping his huge shaft with both hands and pumping it like a squirtgun. Connor panted as he worked his sore cock, his balls aching for release, but it didn't seem like he was getting anywhere.

After almost a half-hour of masturbating, Connor was still pumping away at his newly-engorged penis. He felt close to orgasm, but it always seemed to be two pumps away. He finally gave up, his genitals still pulsating but annoyingly dry. He huffed in frustration, wondering what exactly to do. After a few moments of thought, Connor came to the resolve that he would have to find somebody to help him. He picked up his cell phone nearby and searched through his Contacts list. Unfortunately, he wasn't a very outgoing person, so the majority of the numbers saved were for food delivery.

Connor sighed and, having no other choice, decided to make an order for pizza. His dastardly plan was to somehow get to the front door and rape the living heck out of whatever delivery person would be standing there, and then maybe having a slice or two of pepperoni. Connor didn't like the idea that he was going to trick and force some stranger to have sex with him, but his balls growled at him to hurry up and make the order.

An hour later, Connor had somehow made his way to his living room and front door, his genitals making the walk seem like he was wearing lead shoes. He waited patiently, buck-naked, twiddling his thumbs and trying to keep his mind off his still-unappeased cock and balls. Finally, his doorbell rang. Connor looked through the peephole and silently thanked whatever diety he worshipped that the delivery person was a woman, because he really didn't want to violate a dude.

The delivery girl, a young vixen girl attending the local college, yawned and tapped her foot impatiently for the door to open, as this was her last delivery for the night. After a few moments, the door did creak open slowly, though it didn't appear that anyone was behind it. As the door slowed to a halt after reaching optimal openness, the delivery girl stared cock-eyed at the empty living room before her. She cautiously meandered inside after a moment inside, but once she reached a point, the door slammed shut behind her, a naked kangaroo standing there with a mixed look of desperation, fear, and craving for pizza on his face.

The delivery girl gasped at the sight of the naked kangaroo, and then another gasp was emitted as she noticed the gigantic cannnon pointing at her. Connor stood frozen, his paw still flat on the door, his heart beating out of anxiety. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go through with it now, even if he had come this far, but suddenly the decision was made. The delivery girl had dropped the pizza and was quickly tearing her workshirt off, exposing her bra-covered breasts. Connor's jaw dropped as her pants came off next then finally her undergarments.

The two stood there, both naked and both now quite horny at the sight before their respective eyes. The vixen delivery girl made her way over to the hyperendowed kangaroo boy, overcome with desire, and traced a claw across his engorged penis. Connor moaned, his fears melting away from him, replaced by an even-greater need for release. Foreplay was quickly skipped as Connor took hold of the vixen and held her against the wall, her cunt already dripping nectar in anticipation. Connor slowly pressed his cocktip against the vixen, the feeling nearly blowing his mind as well as hers. Connor's head soon managed to squeeze its way into her, the vixen gasping as it filled her. Connor pushed more and more of his cock into the vixen, her cunny seeming to absorb the monstrous organ. Soon Connor drew out, then pushed back in, building a steady pumping rhythm into the fox girl, who cried and moaned as Connor rammed into her.

The two continued for a while, Connor managing to even tease one of the vixen's nipples with his tongue while she kneaded his swollen balls and her free breast, until finally the fox girl's dam broke, fluids gushing out as she cried out, riding an orgasm that she had never felt before. Connor couldn't hold his any longer either and shoved his length deep into her. He felt his orgasm build slowly, his cum seeming to take its time travelling through his tubes, the pleasure mounting. Finally, his semen bulged out his urethra and exploded out from his cocktip into the vixen's awaiting womb.

The vixen's stomach began to bloat immediately as if she were becoming pregnant at ten times the speed. She groaned as her stomach expanded like a water balloon and as Connor's mind became blank, a literal spray of cum coming out of his cock with every spasm of his muscles. At last, after almost ten whole minutes of endless euphoria, Connor's orgasm began to ebb off, the impaled vixen's inflated gut sloshing gently. Connor panted heavily as he finished, having never experienced anything like that in his entire lifetime. The vixen hadn't either and had passed out a few seconds ago.

Connor slid his penis out of the fox girl, a loud squick and popping noise signaling that he was free. He laid her down against the wall, his cum somehow stuck inside her. The vixen was now snoring peacefully, content. Connor, now beginning to sober up from the sexual session, stared at the delivery girl sitting in front of him, covered in and filled to the brim with his sticky seed. He looked down at himself and noticed that his genitals hadn't shrunken at all even after the release, but at least he wasn't as hard as a cement block anymore.

Suddenly, Connor's stomach roared at the top of its metaphorical lungs, the kangaroo becoming ravenous almost immediately. Connor grabbed at his gut in pain from hunger, then caught sight of the pizza lying face-down on the floor. He leaped up and pounced onto it, tearing into it like a madman. The entire pizza was gone in no time, but still his stomach wanted more, even threatening to cut his liver's throat with its switchblade if he didn't meet his demands. Connor groaned; all the food in his house had been eaten during his first feast that morning. He looked at the clock and saw 4:13 AM staring back. No delivery place was going to be open this late and he knew he'd never reach a 24-hour grocery store before his stomach killed all the organs it held hostage.

Connor's ears perked as a soft moan passed by. He looked behind him, muzzle stained with pizza sauce and a pepperoni stuck in his nose. The vixen he had fornicated a few moments ago was gently shifting in her sleep, her bloated stomach sloshing gently. Connor stared at the inflated fox girl, his brain's cogs turning but no real thought coming out of it. Abruptly, Connor's muscles began to move on their own as he turned around and approached the slumbering vixen. He wasn't sure what his body was planning on doing, until he felt the saliva inside of his mouth.

Connor's brain screamed for his body to stop, but his stomach laughed maniacally, hellbent on pleasing itself. Connor took hold of the girl's arms and gently lifted her up. His eye twitched as his mind fought with his gut for control, but his stomach suckerpunched his brain and knocked it out. Connor lifted the girl up and opened his muzzle wide. He placed the girl's chin on his tongue and lifted her body up. He stalled for a moment, trying to resist the urges one last time, but failed, his brain just deciding to accept it and went off to play Mario Party 8 with the left kidney and lymph nodes from under his right armpit.

The vixen slowly began to slide down Connor's throat. He was confused as to how she was going to fit in without him tearing her apart, but as the girl's shoulders reached his mouth, Connor was amazed to find his mouth and jaw opening wider like a snake's to accept the incoming "food." The vixen slid further into him, her breasts vanishing, then her enormous stomach. Finally, her feet dropped down his throat and Connor's jaw shrunk back to normal size.

The fox girl, still asleep, settled into Connor's stretched gut, his abdomen looking like a large beachball. He belched as he back up against the wall and slid down onto his butt, his hands holding his enormous stomach. It gurgled as he groaned, Connor in disbelief as to what he just did, though his stomach had finally given up and was being taken into police custody. Connor, exhausted from both being the sexer and intaking the sexee, drifted off to sleep once again.

***

Connor awoke suddenly, his head jerking up and sending a long line of spittle directly into his face. He winced and wiped at his face, rubbing the saliva from his nose and cheeks. He blinked a few times, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. An orange dawn sun was beaming through the nearby door window. Connor sniffed deeply, then coughed, getting the settled mucus out of his throat. He looked around, still in a sleepy daze. He was still sitting in his living room against the wall, but something seemed different. He attempted to get up, but something kept him from standing upright. He looked up and found that the ceiling was now much closer than it had been.

Connor's eyes grew wide as he realized what had happened, staring at himself and his surroundings. He recalled the previous night and what he had done to that poor vixen delivery girl and quickly looked at himself. His gut was gone, meaning he had digested the girl just as he had digested the first batch of food. However, unlike last time, the energy was not just spent on his genitals. Sitting down, Connor's head was now a mere inch from the ceiling, his body having grown nearly triple the size it had been.

Of course, that isn't to say his genitals hadn't grown. His cock once again stood at attention, now jutting up in front of him and nearly brushing up against the ceiling itself. His balls were comically huge, sprawling out in front of him, the size of beanbags each. Connor couldn't believe the sight before him, but the thought faded as his rockhard cock began to pulsate slightly in need. He moaned, gripping it instinctively and pumped. Connor's teeth clenched together as he tried bringing himself to orgasm, pumping furiously and kneading his giant balls, but, as before, he could not do it. He groaned in frustration and despair, knowing that he'd have to have sex again to reach climax; no woman could possibly take him now, though. He sat there for a half hour, partly trying to figure out what to do now and partly because he was too big to really move anywhere. The need for pleasure was clouding his mind as time went by and he knew he couldn't last much longer.

Suddenly, Connor heard something outside that sounded like footsteps. He leaned over slightly and peered through the door's window outside and saw a morning jogger running in place in front of his home. It was a shapely cougaress dressed in a sky blue tracksuit, seemingly fiddling with her MP3 Player. Connor stared at her before he noticed his penis felt like it was getting harder. He bit his lip, not wanting to repeat the actions of last night. His cock had other ideas, however, and it seemed to move itself, brushing against his textured ceiling. Connor let out a loud groan and couldn't stand it anymore.

The cougaress jogged in place, not being able to decide if she wanted to listen to Manowar or Dragonforce for the next mile. Suddenly, a loud creaking noise overtook the music coming out of her earphones. She looked up and over to the house she had stopped in front of, which seemed to be the source of the noise. She peered at it, squinting because she could swear the wall was...bulging.

The cougaress nearly fell over in frightened shock as a giant arm erupted from the house. Dropping her MP3 Player, her earphones falling off with it, she shrieked in terror as a huge kangaroo followed it out. It stood upright, nearly 15 feet tall, and shook the rubble from its body. The cougaress was frozen with fear, but grew moreso when she noticed that the kangaroo was slouching and saw the reason why. A fleshy pink Howitzer stared at her, two gigantic bags of ammo sitting underneath them. Her lip quivered, though now it was a mixture of fear and arousal.

Connor wasted no time and approached the feline, his legs brushing against his enormous balls and only furthering his own arousal. The cougaress could only stand there in shock as it bent down and took hold of her with one of his huge paws. He extended a claw and cut through her tracksuit and undergarments, exposing her bare fur to the world. She was helpless, scared, until the kangaroo's claw suddenly found its way into her private area. She moaned, the claw nearly being big enough to fill her itself. Connor wiggled his finger, bringing the cougaress further into the depths of the fog of euphoria. She cried out to the giant kangaroo, telling him to keep going, harder, faster.

Connor suddenly removed his claw from her pussy, the feline irritated until the kangaroo took hold of her from under her armpits and lifted her off the ground as if she were an infant. Connor took her tattered clothes off and then dropped her on top of his enormous cock. The cougaress attempted to sit up, but her efforts caused Connor to shift and shuffle from the sudden spike in pleasure. She wasn't sure what to do; the kangaroo's shaft was almost as big as she was. The cougaress finally decided to just rub her body against the thing, massaging it and licking it. Connor grunted, his butt plopping down into his lawn and his balls sloshing like huge water balloons.

After a few moments, the cougaress climbed up Connor's shaft up to his head and, getting one slick idea, jammed her hand into his urethra as if it were her own vagina. Connor could feel his climax building slowly, his balls clenching and pulsing with anticipation. Finally, at his peak, he grabbed the cougaress and, with his index finger, shoved her entire face into his slit. She objected, which only pushed Connor over the edge. With a defeaning moan heard all over the block, his balls finally released their dams. Connor's urethra literally ballooned as his cum exploded through him and, thanks to his actions, straight into the cougaress's waiting mouth.

Forced to gulp down the huge amount of sperm coming right at her or else drown, the feline's stomach inflated to a fully pregnant woman's size with the first spurt. It expanded again for the second spurt, the third, the fifth, the eighth, and so on. Her stomach bloated outwards, causing her legs to rise higher into the air as it crawled along the length of Connor's throbbing member. Connor, locked in a blank mind state, could only grunt, pant, and moan as more and more of his cum ballooned the cougaress.

At last, Connor's spurts ebbed off and his firehose became a leaky garden hose. He laid back on his lawn and the rubble of his house, panting out of exhaustion. After a moment, Connor raised his head to see if the cougaress was okay. Amazingly, she was, though her body was the size of an average living room, bloated with the incredible amounts of semen that had been forced into her stomach. Connor quickly removed her face from his cockslit and was relieved to see she was still breathing, though she had passed out quite a long time ago.

Connor didn't have long to think, however, as the familiar feeling of a ravenous hunger set into him once more. He groaned in distress, knowing only one solution. He sat back up and attempted to grab the cougaress's ballooned form. Succeeding after a few tries, Connor picked her up and, as if she were a cheeseburger, shoved her down his throat. Some of his cum spilled out as she travelled down his esophagus, making the journey slightly easier on the both of them. As she plopped down into his stomach, he felt full thankfully.

However, a new feeling that he hadn't felt before began to overtake him. He groaned and clutched his bulging stomach as it started to shrink. This was the feeling of his "food" being "digested", which he had yet to be awake for. He was now, though, and Connor moaned as his entire body began to grow. His muscles and bones seemed to creak as his form rose into the sky, becoming taller than his home sitting down. His genitals also grew, seemingly faster than his body as well. Connor's cock rose higher into the sky, his lower head surpassing his upper head and more, while his balls crawled along the ground, attempting to surpass his outstretched feet.

Connor felt euphoric as he grew, the feeling almost as good as an orgasm, and even wished himself to get bigger. Some strange diety must've been listening, for he kept growing as he wished, stretching up into the sky, until he was once again triple the size he was before. Connor panted while he stared at himself and his surroundings. He had expanded in all directions, crushing his home as well as more in the surrounding area. The buildings, if he were to stand, would most likely only come up to his knees now. However, what Connor was now most interested in was how big his cock and balls had gotten. He marvelled at their new size, his cock stretching upward like a missile, perhaps now the length of three semi-trucks put together. His balls had become so swollen that they would graze the ground as he walked.

A wide smile crossed Connor's enormous muzzle, the fears of the past being lost to the urge to relieve his now-fully aroused penis and grow even bigger. He stood up slowly, the simple motion nearly causing him to topple over in pure euphoria. Connor regained himself and scanned the horizon, his eyes settling on the nearby city where he used to commute, the morning sun rising above the skyscrapers. His smirk grew bigger as he thought of the day to come...

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The End...?

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