Drampa Hyper Growth

When the work day finally drew to a close, Lucio was already dealing with blue balls. The middle-aged Drampa morph had to squirm in his seat while driving home. He tried to ignore the way his balls rubbed against his calves, throbbing just slightly. It wouldn’t be easy. This drive home was an hour long in good traffic, but not now during rush hour on a Friday. He’d be here at least an hour and a half squirming, struggling to deal with his own horniness.

Lucio brushed the white dreads out of his face with a thick hand and adjusted the stretched out purple speedo on his crotch. This was his punishment for not getting off for a few days. There was too much work to get done in the cafe so he’d avoided fapping to make up for lost time. Customers mentioned how he looked fuller, more bloated with each passing day. Today was the worst, with his apron pushed forward and up by his sensitive, twitching package. Every cute or hot guy that hit on him caused his face to flush and a burst of sticky liquid to saturate his pants. And there were a loooot of hot guys at the café. His pants were soaked with pre by the time that shift finished.

In the car he tried to take his mind off his horniness. The mess was getting unbearable, thick globs of pre drooling down like a river against the gas and brake pedals. Hnnff. The only solution was to get out a condom. Stopped entirely in traffic it was easy for him to reach into the glove compartment and pick out a pack of condoms. On the front was a Raichu with an erect dick reaching higher than his head, a big cheesy smile, and a thumbs up. The tag line beneath the hyper-oriented product said “One Size Fits All, Guaranteed!”

Well, Lucio was definitely going to put that to the test.

A few awkward seconds of removing his belt and pants later, and the condom was in place. He rolled it backward a foot onto his hard shaft and the tip of the condom immediately did its job, collecting the pooling spunk into a sloshing prison. Lucio breathed a sigh of relief and tried to focus on driving again. He could enjoy himself at home. Not on the highway. Only one hour to go…

He tried to put his happy face on again as the rubber stretched between his legs, resting against the ground now. Glorp, glorp, glorp. His pre splatted into the filling condom. Half way home and his feet were covered beneath the warm sack of seed. This wasn’t a problem he’d expected to have to deal with. If he didn’t get home quick enough, there was the possibility this condom might fill up too much space in the car. Already the Pokémon was forced to spread his legs wider. It inflated like a warm water-balloon, pressing into his calves and knees as it slowly rose higher. Between his nearly ground-touching package and the overfilled condom it was clear there wouldn’t be much space left for anything else, and every second would count.

By the time the Drampa parked in his driveway both legs were spread as far as the car’s driver seat could manage. Face flushed completely red his hands worked as quickly as they could manage to remove the overstuffed rubber and tie it off. Finally, he was free and at home. His teal legs struggled against the condom awkwardly while trying to exit. Impatient, he picked up the condom sloshing back and forth like jello, and threw it into his backseat. No time to worry about that. There would be a much bigger mess to handle if he couldn’t get inside right that instant.

The hot mess of hormones and swaying package walked inside as careful as he could. Lucio tried to avoid any unnecessary rubbing on his crotch. Each extra movement sent sparks of pleasure up his shaft and shooting through his body, each accompanied by another small spurt of pre. Well, ‘small.’ He left a trail from the car to the house. His clothes practically exploded off his body with how quickly his hands removed the fabric prison. The final release came once his purple speedos were off; his dick flopped free and his balls plopped heavily against the carpeted floor.

“S-Shoot…” he muttered. His balls hadn’t been against the ground back at the café. This was probably another of his growth spurts then. Lucio was used to the occasional expansion of his junk; usually accompanied by a long evening of pleasuring himself or whatever partner he was with.

This was the first time he’d dealt with a growth spurt AND blue balls. Lucio bit his lip.

The walk to the bedroom was torture. His condoms rested atop the end table; quivering hands had trouble ripping the package open or rolling it past his cock tip. The Pokemon pressed both hands into his sensitive shaft the second he was able, relieving the pressure almost instantly. With a thick splut sound, his cum instantly started to fill the condom like it was attached to a fire hose. His balls throbbed and clenched with each shot, shuddering against his legs. The dangerous part was that Lucio could still feel the carpet moving beneath his package; his balls were still growing. This might get more than a little messy at this rate. Lucio couldn’t deny that all this teasing of himself and how productive his balls were turned him on. The more turned on he got, the larger his package would get. The larger he got, the more it turned him on.

That first condom filled up in no time. It wobbled back and forth, long shots of thick cum landing with a splort inside it each time, stretching the rubber upward with the strength of the climax. Lucio waited as long as he could before taking it off to replace with a second. By that point it looked less like a condom and more like a giant beanbag chair. He rubbed tenderly into his throbbing meat, nearly driven to sit down with the force of the pleasure wracking his brain. Wobbling knees didn’t help the matter either. Hell, if he felt so inclined, he could probably have used his own balls for resting or as a seat. They were just as large as the condom, cartoonishly huge.

He leaned forward atop his own package as if it were a yoga ball, freeing up his arms and legs to focus solely on his own pleasuring. It was partially also for his own benefit, because the Drampa couldn’t reach the end of his dick to put another condom on if he didn’t. His feet rubbed against the backside of his balls while both thick, muscled arms wrapped around his shaft to rub up and down on it like a body pillow. Panting heavily into himself, Lucio had to confront the possibility that he might not have enough condoms… or maybe even space in the bedroom to handle himself this time. Fifteen minutes into his series of climaxes and he hadn’t slowed down for an instant. Three condoms down… Lucio figured he needed to move to the next one soon, once the inflating rubber orb pushed up against his furniture. It expanded right over the side of his bed and pushed his end table up against a wall.

“Nnnff… C-Calm down Lucio, just… gotta… ride it out,” he grunted, rolling off that rubber. He had to work quickly to tie it off and get the next one on; his seed didn’t stop the flow even without anything covering it. The floor was beginning to look like a Pollock painting, if he’d used only white paint.

At thirty minutes in the Drampa’s bedroom was filled with water balloon condoms, the sixth one still attached to his fire hose dick. That was the last one he owned. There was no choice but to just let it fill as much as possible it swelled enormously, shuddering ominously with each following volley of cum. Lucio watched in amazement as it passed the former beanbag chair size and went straight toward sofa size.

“Oh fffuck,” the Drampa moaned. He braced for another climax, overcome with lust. And as that next spurt of his cum landed in the condom, the dam broke. A pin sized hole formed right at the tip of the condom and that was the end of it. It snapped backward and the torrential flood of his seed flushed throughout the bedroom in an instant. That surprised Lucio enough to break his trance-like state of horniness, realizing what an enormous mess he’d made.

Flopping forward onto the sticky floor, Lucio cuddled with his package like a tender lover. His fur was matted all over with the semen. It would still be a few hours until the swelling stopped enough that he’d be able to walk easily again. He could probably make it work if he wanted, but that risked the possibility he’d get off all over again. Without anything to clean up with, that was a risk Lucio wasn’t willing to take.

“That’s the last time I put off taking care of myself,” the Pokemon said. He yawned wide and prepared for a long nap to wait out the aftermath of his personal time.