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By Luther

Kyle had suspected that being hyper endowed at all times would be a problem. He was right. He had no idea how right he was. Until the night he had visited a particularly interesting and unusual rave, he was only grew huge under the most 'excited' of conditions. Otherwise he was normal . . . until that aforementioned same night when his change became, in fact, permanent.

Now he was a hyper goat twenty four hours a day. The three foot long cock that made its home between his legs was now a permanent feature. It piled up into a fleshy hill on his lap when he was seated. It greeted him when he woke up by tenting the bedsheets so far that it pulled the cover off clean off of him. It swung freely along with a pair of balls the size of young melons while he was in the shower and never failed to excite him in the morning. This would almost always lead to him having to pleasure himself, hunched over in the shower stall, bucking his hips as his shaft passed between both of his hands wrapped around it. Soap and pre-covered cockmeat would glide against the cool tiles as he moaned. It was a good day when the ridiculous amount of cum he made didn't clog the drain or make him late for work.

Kyle managed to get through about three days of this before he decided that he needed help. The modern marvel that was the internet was there to catch him when he fell and a brisk afternoon of searching pointed him in the direction of a support group. These were people just like him who were going through the same daily trials. These were people who wrestled with the fact that some things previously taken for granted as mundane chores were now achievements unto themselves.

He followed the address, found the building just off the side of a small commercial park. It was a community space that they rented weekly and was purposefully located on the ground floor with wide doors. The goat's point of contact, a fellow named Isaac he had called for information, met him at the doorway. He was a llama of considerable size belowdecks much like himself in that respect. Kyle was already feeling more normal.

He was led inside to a room set with refreshments and a customary ring of chairs. Introductions soon followed of those seated in them. However, Kyle was only half present for them, the rest of him was lost, deeply mesmerized by the array of outlandishly sized and shaped individuals in front of him.

While everyone was clothed (no mean feat to accomplish for this crowd), they were all stuffing one stretchy garment or another full to near bursting. Hips and rumps and groins and breasts, everything was struggling to stay covered and decent, as if their bodies' natural state was to resist such things. He had a feeling that nobody there chose to be scantily clad but that it was something their hyper developed parts did with just about any outfit.

The first thing that Kyle couldn't help but notice was that almost every person here had an enormous pair of balls sitting below. They were practically filling the space beneath their chairs in almost every case and overfilling it in some. Hell, a couple probably could have done away with the seats entirely and instead elect to rest on their own orbs, though it wouldn't be quite as practical. The chairs established a sense of order and legitimacy as well as put everyone on equal footing, so to speak.

Kyle made his way to an empty space next to Isaac, finding that his own massive nuts nestled rather comfortably into a similar place. He looked around at his fellow hyper-endowed furs. Certainly not all of them were male. There were two girls in attendance: a sheep of cream-colored fur and adorned with a blue ribbon behind her ears. The other was a cow, quite obviously a dairy cow as it seemed to Kyle, with a waterfall of red hair that surely travelled down to her back if he could take his eyes off of her cleavage. The goat only found it fitting that a cow would be over-blessed so bountifully. Like the males, both of them had their issues, having to find creative ways to lean or cross their arms or prop themselves up to deal with the weights on their chests. The heavy duty tops they wore put up a valiant effort but could only do so much.

The goat wasn't sure which of the two had the larger breasts. The sheep definitely looked a little bigger but he couldn't tell how much the wool was padding the size. They both impossibly seemed to be grander in size than the other and, every time his eyes darted from one and back, their already huge tits seemed to grow just noticeably larger and fuller. It had to be some trick of the mind! Poor Kyle fought every urge he had to stare, possibly making it too obvious he was trying to avert his gaze while simultaneously failing not to look.

Some lewd part of his brain was secretly hoping that somehow his perverted preoccupation with their chests was actually making them grow. Yet, if they noticed his awkward glances they surely didn't know it. The sheep was all pleasant smiles while the cow was doing some deep breathing, her rack heaving and swaying. Was she intentionally showing off to him? Was she flirting? Those eyelashes seemed to bat at him a little too often to be coincidence but it might have been his overactive imagination. Surely that.

And then, coming up behind him, Kyle became aware of a presence entering the room. Turning around in his seat, he saw the form of a zebra. The equine had a wild shock of a mane styled like a mohawk and even wilder endowment, being both privileged and burdened with bearing that of both sexes. She (the pronoun she later claimed to prefer) was fortunate to not be the biggest in either respect, having only to carry the same as everyone else, only evenly distributed. Even so, she still carried a fat black member, balls the size of her head, and bosom still well beyond the most generous definition of big for the average person.

She caught sight of Kyle staring and smiled, leaning close enough to whisper in a husky voice: "I'm a grower, not a shower . . . if you were wondering." Kyle may or may not have been wondering but now his mind was set ablaze pondering just how big she could really get. Mental images flashed through his head of her arms wrapped around a mammoth member that belonged to her, nearly as big as the rest of her and still half flaccid as it swelled towards true enormity. Did she actually put him to shame? The mystery was getting the better of him.

He had to shake his head to clear it of that lest his own equipment begin to stir, much to his embarrassment. He didn't want to be known as the guy who got obviously stiff at his first meeting, he wouldn't be able hide it! But it was still so exotic to him. He had heard of and seen plenty of herms --or whatever the correct term was-- but had never even fathomed a hyper one. The goat managed to calm himself and was helped in that respect by the interjection on his thinking.

"Yeah, get your ogling in while you can!" a short Jack Russell Terrier guy called out to Kyle, now wide eyed and still too shocked by the sight to recognize the sarcastic and jovial tone. He just smiled sheepishly and slouched in his seat a little.

All in all, there were about nine of them including Isaac and himself. However he had a hard time remembering a few of them. Everything happened so quickly and one might understandably say that he was just a bit distracted throughout. He drifted back to the present.

"Really we're just a group that gets together to provide mutual support to one another," said Isaac. It sounded like he was wrapping up something he was saying to Kyle. The goat just nodded.

"Hey! Speaking of support," interjected a raven, arms crossed. "Anyone know a good tailor who does custom jobs? Taglioni is retiring next week."

Kyle was confused at this.

"Mister Taglioni is a friend of the group, makes extra big pants and the like for us," Isaac whispered to the goat.

"Yeah! I met a guy a few months back," an elk who sat almost directly opposite piped up. "He works for a company branching into the business. Get this: they also make big-top tents!"

That elicited a chuckle or two from the crowd. The thought that clothes for the hyper endowed came from a company that made circus tents. It only made sense when durability was as much a factor. Well at least they understood something about weight distribution!

The group fell into idle chatter for a few moments after Kyle was made known to everyone. He wasn't sure how to engage anyone in conversation. He sort of tried to fade into the background and listen until it occurred to the goat that he was being addressed by a very large rhino, in a striped bowling shirt. While it might have looked ridiculous on a lot of people, there was just something about him that made it just fine. Maybe it was the fact that he could easily flatten most people who tried to say otherwise. That joke about the eight hundred pound gorilla quickly came to mind when one looked at him.

"So, new guy, have you gotten used to people looking at ya funny?" spoke said huge rhino.

Kyle blinked.

"The answer is no, you never really will." The guy just went ahead and answered for him. "How about people asking you questions about it? You know, the ones who try too hard to act supportive and show it by displaying curiosity? You might get used to that. Just be careful in indulging them, sometimes they'll just ask and ask until the sun goes down."

The normally timid goat was held in stunned silence by the huge male, who dwarfed him in every conceivable way. He just let him continue talking: "Some will treat you like a challenge in bed, some like a novelty, or an object of envy -which is mostly because they don't consider having to live with it every day-, or whatever. Just be prepared to be defined by it when it comes to first impressions because, unless you're standing behind a counter or something, it's the first thing they'll see . . ."

The rhino, at last seeing the conversation was once-sided, grumbled in a way that betrayed his own experience in the matter. "Don't worry, kid. You'll get the hang of it eventually."

"Yeah, about that." It was the same terrier from before who decided to contribute. He had introduced himself as Tony previously. Or was it Tommy? He was still hyper but smaller than the rest, with a cock maybe time and a half the size of his own forearm, if Kyle had to guess. He had a slightly nasal voice that was strangely more endearing than obnoxious and talked a little bit like one of those Hollywood Mafioso types.

"To tell the truth, I think I can deal with all the staring. It took me a while to get over it -and even then I don't think I'll ever totally get over it. Even though I'm clothed and technically legal, it still feels like I'm some obscene thing walking down the street. No disrespectin' you guys or anything. But why? Because I know a lot of them are thinkin' it and I let it get to me. But no, no, no . . . what really gets to me are the people who think that just because I'm not REALLY huge that I don't face a lot of the same problems."

He started making mock voices out the side of his mouth, puppeting his hand and moving it in time to parrot the words and imitate supposed co-workers or acquaintances. "'It's just two feet, Tim!' they say. 'It's not like you have to really have to worry about your back or anything! If anything you should be proud!' Proud, they say!"

"Truth is," he continued, "it's enough to cause problems but not enough to be taken seriously when you claim they exist . . . and it's damn annoying." Tony sighed, exasperated. "Someone else go now," he waved his hand dismissively in frustration.

Sensing a void to be filled, Isaac lent his voice to the discussion to try and buy time. "Uhm, try to look ahead and size up doorways before you walk through. Trust me, you do not want the embarrassment of getting stuck in one. Even just failing to pass through can be flustering." It was clear he was talking to Kyle and wracking his brain trying to find one or two nuggets of wisdom to pass along. "Oh, and at some point most hypers get the bright idea to try using a garbage bag as a condom. Don't. It's a bad idea for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that they're prone to leaking anyway. There's a special place that makes them for our size as well as a whole bunch of other stuff, I'll give you the number later."

The cowgirl spoke up, pouncing on a quiet moment as the llama thought. "Sleeping can be an issue, too. It can get cold at night and these girls tend to roll out from under the sheets," she put her arms under her chest and lifted them up, hoisting her boobs and making them appear even larger than normal for a time. "Not that wooly lambchop over there would know such a chilly draft," she shot a playful look in the sheep's direction. "But my nipples get so hard they wake me up. I find myself so gosh darn bothered that I have to -ahem- take care of myself three or four times before I can get back to sleep." She finished on a blush that seemed mostly genuine and the trailing nervous giggle of someone whose words sometimes outpace their thoughts.

"Sheesh, Roselyn. Calm down, girl! Always a tease whether you mean to be or not," the big rhino raised his hand and shook his head, laughing it away.

And so they continued to share stories and tips for getting by. Sure, they all placed emphasis on how it can be a pain but Kyle noticed how they always crafted events to accentuate their own size or virility. There was a noticeable undertone that said they all secretly enjoyed it. He just couldn't escape it and he could understand why. As annoying as it could get from time to time, there was something intoxicating about it all. Even this soon into his life as a full-time hyper, massive size was just part of his nature now, a nature that he was struggling with right now.

The goat couldn't keep his mind from wandering from person to person, mentally undressing them (as if much were needed) and picturing each in turn. In one instant he was pressing his face into the crotch of the zebra, nuzzling her heavy nutsack. In the next, two or three of them were caressing his rigid length and he couldn't deny the satisfaction he derived from knowing it was no longer a one person job, he was simply too much goat. In a flash he had Isaac bent over, in another Roselyn was holding him against the wall and fondling him. Why on Earth could he not get sex from his mind?!

Up until this point Kyle had been producing a herculean effort to remain flaccid, battling off near-defeat time and time again. But this was simply too much for him. No amount of sobering thought or distraction could stem the tide that welled up inside him and pushed his cock higher and higher. And no amount of leg-crossing or repositioning could hide it. His cock fattened and surged outward, straining his new and baggy pants. He slipped in an effort to obscure it and three feet of achingly hard goat cock slipped the elastic waistband and sprang into the open air.

He froze. Time seemed to as well. Then someone laughed. But it wasn't the derisive laughter he was expecting, it was something cheery and good-natured.

"And there he is! I wondered how long it was going to take him to fully show up," the zebra said, laughing with them.

"Geeze Louise! About time, I was beginning to think there was somethin' wrong wit'cha," jeered Tony, grinning.

"I'm so sorry!" the goat blurted. "I didn't mean to -it just that, I mean it's all still new to me . . . it just-"

"It's alright, Kyle!" Isaac interrupted him. "You're not the first to this happened to at a meeting. I know a couple of us did the first time. We all felt how you do and we still do from time to time. Well, very often, really."

"Yeah," said Roselyn. "None of this means you're strange or a pervert or anything. It just means you're one of us now. And that means naughty thoughts from time t'time. Nothing world-shaking."

"And ain't nothing wrong with that." The rhino said and nodded. They all gave their affirmation.

Kyle took a deep breath and slowly tried to tuck himself back inside. It wasn't easy to do considering the whole room had a grand view of him. At last he succeeded, though he was still throbbing

"See?" said the rhino. "Nothing at all. Welcome to the group."