Under the Macroscope - 1
#1 of Under the Macroscope
"After a worldwide phenomenon, random memebers of a furry-populated alternate Earth are experiencing extreme and uncontrolled bursts of physical and sexual growth - turning a treasured few into veritable sex-gods among their people. While the world's governments struggle to contain and control the macro threat, those afflicted try desperately to control their (( growing )) baser desires."
In case you haven't guessed from the multitude of tags attatched to this thing, it's smut - that means that all you people under 18 shouldn't get caught reading it. And in case you saw the tags, but didn't feel like reading them, this is blatantly macro/hyper fetish fuel. If that ain't your thing - then don't bother. This sure isn't Tolstoy, and you shouldn't feel compelled to read it. On the other hand, if that sounds just like your thing - then come on in, the water's fine.
Under the Macroscope - Corllengatu - Part 1
Far away, in the deep reaches of empty space, nestled at the center of another reality, spins a solitary blue marble of a planet - not unlike our own - in a solar system not much different from the one we live in. The many peoples who inhabit this world have formed a civilization and society that functions quietly and smoothly, but with a deep-run obsession with size. The size of their body, the size of their muscles, the size of their sex, libido, and ego - right down to the towering spires of glass and metal they like to call skyscrapers, which get built in all of their biggest cities.
They are a people obsessed with being bigger than they are - so focused on the progress towards bigger and better that they don't notice when their people begin to disappear. Hundreds of thousands vanish from the streets, from their homes - gone in a soft flash of golden light - disappearing from their workplaces and their lives. Not one person manages to see them taken, and hardly any one notices them missing - after all, less than a tenth of a percent of the population went missing, barely making a dent in the billions striving to become bigger people.
Fewer still notice when every last person who went missing is returned less than twenty-four hours later - certainly not the vanished themselves. Then the first few of those who came back begin to feel a little different. A little ... bigger ...
And they begin to love it.
Sarah hurried along the busy city streets, the hood of her baggy sweatshirt pulled up over her head - her feline form slouched to hide her height. She was fairly sure it wasn't really necessary to hide herself like she was, but she didn't want to take the one-in-a-million shot that someone would recognize her - and more importantly - what she was.
Two weeks ago, she had been five-foot nothing, flat as a board with a boyish figure. Her snow leopard ancestry had blessed her with a beautiful spotted coat, the usual feline grace, and - so she'd been told - a stunning set of ice-blue eyes, but she had never been very gifted in the body department. She hadn't let it get her down, and her cheerful and outgoing personality had won her a charming brown-eyed husky boyfriend, and a circle of close friends who were all working through their freshman year at college together. It had been a charmed life, full of the promise of bigger and better things once they were through with their studies.
Of course, that had been two weeks ago. Now, she was a six-foot and some change towering leopardess amazon, with curves most women would die for, sporting a DD-cup bra, and spending every moment alone in a city, trying to hide just how ravishingly beautiful she'd become. It was unfair - to finally be given everything she'd ever dreamed of, only to have it turn into a nightmare.
Her transformation - this whole thing, really - had started with her damn flu. She'd spent a day she didn't even remember, curled up in her bed sleeping off some bug. She woke the next day feeling sore, but energetic - and above all, horny. She'd called up her boyfriend Ben - who had been worried sick about her, had been calling her regularly, and was the first to inform her that she'd lost an entire day. Of course, all his worry evaporated in that charmingly male way when she'd placed her booty call. Normally, that might have irritated her slightly, but today it suited her fine.
By the time he'd arrived, Sarah was feeling playful and aggressive. She'd done a strip tease - something she'd never had the confidence to do before, and it had Ben straining against his jeans in record time. She'd gotten everything but her panties off, and relieved Ben of everything save for his boxers when she started to feel the warmth washing over her. It was a pleasant tingling sensation, like being lightly buzzed on alcohol, and it seemed to be making her hornier than ever.
She'd pushed Ben onto the bed and prowled over the sheets toward him as the heat all over her body intensified. The feeling was something akin to euphoria - as her whole body tightened and a mild sense of vertigo swam around in her head. She'd reached Ben and smoothly straddled him just as she began to feel the elastic on her panties digging into her hips. She'd leaned back and slid them off, down past increasingly shapely thighs, and she'd felt the subtle jiggle of added mass on her chest.
She'd known then that she was growing. Some part of her knew exactly what was happening - and that part of her had kept her calm and sure of herself, purring with the delight of her change. She'd caught Ben staring at her with a wonderful mix of surprise and arousal, and she had delighted in his gaze. She'd given him a show, cupping her breasts - marveling at how they filled her hands, and how much their new sensitivity turned her on - then sliding her hands down her shapely figure before leaning in and wiping the stupefied look off of her boyfriend's face with an aggressive, tongue-heavy kiss.
The sex had been wonderful - by far the best she'd ever experienced. It had been passionate, hot, heavy, and downright animal. Ben had been on top of his game, doing amazing things to her breasts with his hands, and every part of Sarah's body had been responsive and wonderful It seemed every inch of her was orgasmic ally sensitive in new and wonderful ways, and she quickly lost track of how many times she'd climaxed before she'd finally bought Ben to his own explosive end.
Then, in the afterglow, reality came crashing back. She'd wanted to go again - and again, and again, and again - but Ben was sincerely panicked about what had happened. In less than an hour, Sarah had grown nearly ten inches taller, three cup sizes bigger, and all sorts of new curves - hell, even her fur looked thicker and glossier than ever. Meanwhile Ben remained unchanged and suddenly faced with a girlfriend who was taller and stronger than he was, and sporting the looks of a supermodel. He'd suggested they take it slow - try and figure out what was going on.
Sarah had agreed, of course - he was right, after all - but the wonderful tingling warmth had never left her, and she was still hornier than she'd ever been in her life. She'd tried to force him. Tried to seduce him and take him on the couch not an hour later. She was sure he'd never be able to resist her body - that he'd be just as turned on by this whole thing as she was - while the warm glow lit up every nerve in her body with cascading waves of confidence and pleasure.
That was the last she'd seen of Ben. He'd shot her down and left, claiming it was for her own good - that he'd try and work out what was going on, and he'd keep in touch - but that they'd have to stay apart at least until they knew what was happening. She'd hated him at first, too - but then she'd seen the news. She'd watched as the first Macros appeared - watched as they destroyed everything they touched around them in the name of slaking their lusts and proving their superiority.
She'd vanished from her own life to prevent that from happening to her - removed herself from everything and everyone she cared about - to stop the compulsion to grow.
But it was getting harder to stop ...
Sarah stopped in front of a storefront littered with televisions, distracted by the most recent news feature. The headline at the bottom of the screen read 'MACRO WATCH - FAYATTEVILLE' in garish yellow letters, but the entire screen was taken up by an enormously muscled male hyena.
"This is the largest male recorded yet, nearing 240 feet tall," remarked the newscaster, trying desperately to avoid giving a play-by-play as the macro hyena unabashedly pleasured himself in the middle of the town center. He was down on his knees, his head tilted back and his tongue lolling out as he stroked and fondled a maleness that would make a stallion of his size green with envy - clearly enjoying the experience.
The newscast was making a half-hearted attempt to filter the image so that nothing lewd got through, but some of the angles they had showed nothing but cock, with a set of massive balls that fractured the pavement below them from their sheer weight. Nearly every major city had seen a macro incursion of their own, and the standards for censorship were slipping under the excuse that everyone would see it eventually - whether live and in person, or on completely un-filtered photos, hand-camera videos, and livejournals that popped up on the internet mere minutes after the event.
As the show went on - and the filtering on the close-up shots became increasingly shoddy - Sarah began to notice the toy the hyena had found for himself. He had grabbed a city bus off the streets, and begun using it as a masturbation aid - gripping it in one hand and running tires up and down the underside of his massive maleness while the his free hand explored his body.
The camera man zoomed in on the bus, and Sarah could just make out the moving forms of people beneath the thick clear-coat of precum that was quickly engulfing everything nearby. The people inside might have started out panicked, but the scent of musk that was quickly permeating the bus was sending everyone inside into a mindless orgy.
Of course, this close to a macro of any kind, Sarah knew there would be massive sexual fallout. The over-load of pheromones being produced by the hyena's body - enough to cause arousal in another at his size - would drive any normal people in the area into a rutting frenzy. Even if those on the bus didn't drown in precum and the hyena didn't just get bored and drop them to their deaths, they would probably of sheer exhaustion - unable to stop themselves from fucking one another until they couldn't move. It would be worse with a male, too. If he brought himself to orgasm before the military responded, the whole town would be feeling the effects, and the CDC would have their work cut out to prevent what the news had taken to calling a sexual epidemic.
The details weren't terribly clear from the shot, but Sarah's increasingly dirty mind was filling in where the camera couldn't perform - images of a bus full of people A badger in the remains of an Italian business suit pounding the attractive lynx housewife he'd just met doggy-style, a mob of cheerleaders tearing off the matching uniform of an athletic otter as he fought to make out with every last one of them at the same time, a cougar helping an older teenage fox experiment with the finer points of 69 ... Sarah shook her head to try and clear the lewd images from her mind as she felt the familiar pleasant warmth begin at her fingertips.
It didn't help terribly much. Even as the first set of fantasies was banished from her mind, she found herself with a new, more powerful image as the macro hyena set down the bus and leaned his whole body back onto the ground in preparation for his finale - both hands wrapped around his girth, sending massive globs of pre flying up into his face and off into the city as he pumped with wild abandon.
She imagined herself straddled atop him - as she had been that last night with Ben - breaking off from a passionate kiss to slide onto his massive cock, feeling it fill her up completely. She could feel his hips bucking in rhythm as she worked her body to ride him while his hands gripped her hips and held on for dear life. She'd work herself to the peak of ecstasy twice before the writhing hyena god below her would give in. They'd cum together, and she'd bask in the feeling of his seed inside her - the lavish and wonderful heat of the whole experience that was far from over. This hyena was a /real/ lover, who wouldn't shy away from her body - her strength and her beauty. He would never deny her because of her aggressive lust, and he would answer her call for wild, raucous sex again and again - and again - satisfying her needs and worshipping her with his body. Her hyena lover would keep her going - teasing her with an experienced tongue while his erection returned to full force. Then she would return the favor before putting her magnificent ass on display by leaning against the capitol building. He'd take her from behind without hesitation - the heavy stone of the building slowly cracking beneath the soft fur and firm flesh of her breasts with each powerful thrust from her lover's muscled body.
This second time, he would be more tempered than she had been - controlling the rhythm. Her lover would bring her to three, and maybe even four earth-shattering orgasms of her own - each punctuated with a high-pitched moan on her end - before allowing himself release. Long after the side of the building had already crumbled into a ruin from the force of their sex and her own powerful grip in the throes of passion, he would fill her womb with his seed. His orgasm would last longer this time - throwing her into a fifth and possibly even a sixth of her own - and the scent of their lovemaking would drive anyone still surviving in the building to imitate Sarah and her macro lover. I
It would be a tribute of sorts - worship. It was the normal person's way of acknowledging the macro for the sex-god they were. To give themselves over to the lusts they felt in the presence of such unearthly beauty ... well it was only natural ...
Sarah was pulled from her vivid reverie by a cool breeze that blew across the fur on her midriff - drawing attention to the fact that her extra-large hoodie no longer covered her toned stomach. She could feel the elastic waistband on her sweatpants tighten against her widening hips even as the cuffs on the legs slid slowly higher on her calves. She could feel the pain in her chest as her bra strained against her swelling bosom, and the oppressive heat of the growth - that wonderful hot pleasure - as it lit up her entire body, tingling from nose to tail.
She worked to slow her breathing - to take control of her body again as she glanced around at the crowd gathered around the television store. Thankfully, she had kept enough composure not to be openly masturbating in public - barely - and the people's attention seemed to be focused on the newscast. No one seemed to have noticed her little growth-spurt, and she probably could get away with no one the wiser, but she had to get away now. She needed to find somewhere where she could be alone and do some damage assessment.
Sarah cast on last glance at the televisions before ducking out of the crowd. The hyena was in full swing, pumping load after load of sticky white spunk into the air. Oil-tanker sized ropes of viscous hyena semen arced up over the macro's head and came splashing down across his muzzle and chest and covering nearby buildings in a heavy glaze of male potency. All across the city, people would be getting their first taste of the full-force of macro pheromones, and the rut would begin.
But Sarah could already hear the soft, droning /whup-whup-whup/ of the approaching military helicopters. Within minutes macro would be tranquilized and contained, the city would be quarantined and the surviving inhabitants would be cared for and cured of their lusts. Then, the unfortunate hyena would be hauled away to some dark corner of government spending where he'd become a living science experiment - kept neatly sedated and never to see the light of day again.
Such was the life of a macro. A brief foray into godhood, then snuffed out like a candle - and if Sarah didn't get herself under control, she would be heading there on the express train.